The Press., 1917-02-15

the answer ue Lnauc bo ny he puffed d beautiful ring of smoke at me.
 Il could not" l answered. with an indignation.
 Il heard you call She TOmlinson Sue the first night you danced with her.
 But that Mile. Sue is a woman, my Gouyerneur Faulkner" l answered, with haste.
 'aThat's the reason that women get at us to do us, youngster. We don't approach them as human to human. but we go up on their blind side, and they come back at us in the dark with a knife" And as he spoke all of the gayness of Joy was lost from the voice of my beloved gouyerneur, and in Its place was bitterness.
 with pardon say that 1t is not a truth of all women, your excellency," l answered, with pride, as my head went up high at his condemnation of the sex of which was one.
 ''You don't know what you are talk ing about, youngster. They all think I am cold and pass me along, except few experienced ladies whO-shall ] say ?-adventure for graft with me. I've been too busy really to love or let love. but l know 'em, and you don't. Let's stop talking about what concerns neither of us and go to bed. See this young cedar tree? I'm going to throw my blanket across 1t, and with these extra boughs I'll make genuine era dle for each of us on the opposite sides of the trunk. Then we'll cover with your blanket and be as comfortable as two middies in their hammOcks in a man-of-war. This is a piece of wood craft of my own invention. and I'm proud of it, old scout"
 And while he talked my GOuverneur Faulkner had prepared those cradles O. our blankets unstrapped from the sad dies of the horses at feeding time, seat ed himself upon the edge of one of them and began to pull from his feet his riding boots. Take off your boots and your coat, youngster, and turn in. I'll take the windward side. and you can bivouac against the lire. Good nightr' As he finished speaking my Gouverneur Faulkner rolled beneath that blanket upon the outer edge and | left for me the hammock next to the fire, sheltered from a cool wind that had begun to come up from the valley.
 Almost immediately, so that should not have & fright, lifted the blanket and crawled into the branches of the fragrant tree. Even as did so l per ceived a loud breathing of deep sleep from my Gouverneur Faulkner, but to me came no repose for n long time.
 The round sun was high over that old Harpeth hill when l opened my eyes. For a moment l did not see clearly, and then looked straight into the deep eyes of my GOuverneur Faulkner, which for that first time had been able to see to be the color of violets in the twilight. He was seated beside me smoking the fragrant pipe and looking down at me with great wonderment that was mingled with as great a tenderness.
 After a finish to the breakfast my Gouverneur Faulkner gave to me the information that we must tether the good horses and make the remainder of the Journey by walking. which We did for hardly a short hour.
 ''The wildcat still Is straight up Fur key gulch, and we'll have to scramble for it. It's hid like the nest of an old turkey hen," he said to me as we sci out upon the mounting of a very steep preclpice.
 "what is that word wildcat stillr ' asked as I slid over a great rock with emerald moss inCrusted and struggled beside my Gouverneur Faulkner through a heavy underbrush of leafy greenness.
 "A place where men make whisky in defiance of the law of their state,' he answered me as he held aside q long branch of green that was pinb tipped so that might slip thereundel without a scratching.
 Are you not the law of the state my GOuverneur FaulknerT asked Oi him as I pulled myself by his arn through the thickness.
 "I'm all that, but I'm the son of olC Harpeth and Jim Todd's blood brother first. Some day I'll smoke Jim out Oi his hole and get him a good job. Now wait a minute and see what happens, and as he spoke my Gouverneur Faulk ner stood very still for long minute As I sat at his side upon the faller trunk of a large tree I regarded hin with admiration, because he had thu aspect of some beautiful 1.-the anima of the woods as he listened with deeI attention. Then very quickly he pu his two long fingers to his mouth, and behold, the call of wild bird cam' from between his lips. Twice 1t wa' repeated. and then he stood again il deep attention. made not even lit tie breathing as l, too. listened.
 Then came three clear notes of tha same wild bird in reply from not yer! far up the mountain from us.
 That's Jim, the old turkey. Com onT' said my Gouverneur Faulkner a he again began to break through tn leafy barriers of the low trees.
 And in a very short space of time man emerged from little path tha led behind a tall cliff of the gray rocks He was very large and very nerc man, and I might have had fright o him if his blue eyes had not held sucl Kindness and joy in them at the sigh of my Gouyerneur Faulkner.
 "Howdy, Bin." he said, with no hand shake or other form Of comrade' greeting.
 "Howdy, Jim," returned my GouveI | .rNRk kI,,nr wpn indifference. but with also an expres sion in his face of delight at the sigh of his blood brother, that Mir. Jin Todd
 "That thar boy a shet month";
 He's Bob and as hard as nut, was the introduction I had from m