The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1917-01-12
VERLAND RED
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is the proper thing. They'll think I'm
some wiz when l step out and present
these here hummin'birds' bngles. Huh:
l seen the two bosses gone, and l gets
wise direct. But | got to brace up.
Wonder what she'll think about me
after hearin' what i said last night at
the Old Meadow? Gee. | wonder
what l did say? Did | cnss much? !
forget. Hmm! Good mornin', folks!
I-er-this llcre-tllem hummin'birls'
bugles-flowers- Happy day--Coliie.
what's wrong with you: What you
lauglin' att"
You, Of course. Where did you get
the posies"
picked 'em alos,s the Golden Shore
Just got back"
"YOu do look pcn rsd. Red"
Seem you're gettin' personal. you
needn't to think because you just been
there that | never WILL
Say, Overland, I've began Col.
lie.
Il knowed it. won't say Il word to
nobody"
Collie glanced at Louise. She nod.
dcd. Then She gave Overland her
hand. He seized it and stood looking
into her sweet gray eyes. Little Rose
Girl" he said quietly. "you always was
the best and kindcst and beautifullest
We ever knowed. 1t amt the first
time you give your hand to help them
that amt fit to touch it. If there il
any Golden shore | guess me and Col
lie will be there just because we know.
ed you down here and couldn't sta,
| aronnd nOllow where you wasn't. And
believe me if he don't treat you from
now on like you was a plumb angel
l1l--11l ride him off the big range and
into space quicker n shootin' stars!
These here flowers Is for you-not for
that long legged graSShopper ridin'
your boss there. | should think Boyar
would he plumb, nSlamed.'
Then Collie can walk" said Louise
promptly. "coIlie, will you please
let Mr.. Summers take Boyar: | want
t, talk with the president of-of my
mine Il little while"
Don't faint. Chico.'' said Overland.
swinging into the saddle. Il ALWAYS
was the 'rute little gopher Will, the
ladies'. You watch us ride up this trail
IT you want to see a pair that can
ride"
Collie shook his fist at the GRIMM.
Overland, who had turned as he rode
away. You want 20 learn to act uuicl.
when n lady asks YOU" called Over
land. You didn't get off this boss an,
too Spry."
Then Collie STOPPED and picked ur :;
little rcd flower that had dropped from
the boi>tcrouS ones offering.
The M%arshall> and Billy Winthrop
came in their car. The ride through
tn" canyon had been pleasant. They
were talking about Overland. They
had been discussing the rearrange-
ment of Il great many things since the
news of I.olliSe'S heritage had become
known.
You had better close the muller
Billy. You are fri"ltcnin" that pony
"Tnnt'S the Yuma colt" said Win.
tlr"p. "Dvcrlnnd is riding her"
"pvcrland:"
YES Hes comm" to meet MS"
~llunGiM" through the crucklin.
g~reaSeWnnd at the side Of the road. the
Yuma colt loapcL toward the ear. Ii
broad Sombrcro. blue silk ncckerchicf
leather chaps. was II strangely familia,
figure. The great silver spurs rams
miSi'a'Iy as the pom, reared. TIL,
figure cave easily to TIN" wild plun-in.
of the l.rsc. yet was rs firm as i"ol
in The saddle.
Anne drew II de- breath. 1t wa,
not the groteSQlr. FRI" coated over
land of Il recent visit. nor was it III,
ragged. unkempt vision Louise ha,
coniuv"l up for her III relating tn
Old Meadow story. In fact. it wa!
not Overland Red at all, but JAG
Summers, the range rider of the oil
red Abilene days. He was clea
shaved. vigorous, %splendidly stron
and confident. In the saddle. bedecl
ed in his snowy trappings, SURROUND
ed by his friends, Jack Summers ha
found his youth again, and the pas
was as a closed book for the none,
"I'm the boss envy extraordinary,
said Overland, by way of greetin.
walt said something else, too. abol
bein' Il potentiary, but | reckon tn;
was a joke"
Good morning! Don't get dow,
Glad to see you again."
But Overland was in the road, h;
in hand and Yuma's bride reins ov,
II arm.
"Mornin', Billy. Mornin'. docto.
You run right up to the house. | lie.
the gate OPEN
Then Overland rode back. followin
them. Later he r~eappeared. min,
spurs and chaps, but still clad in II
@arb OF the range rider. He was /;
proud and happy as a boy. +
seemed to have dropped ten yeal
from his shoulders, and he w;
strangely unlike his old boistero,
self Withal.
The noon sun crept through II
Don vine. Out on the wide veranc
was the long table. They We're a hal