Crossville chronicle. [volume] (Crossville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-05-30

How did you happen to read Ana
tole France?" Alaire asked with a
sharp stare of surprise.
The Ranger Stirred, but he did not
meet her eyes. well" said he, 81
read most anything l can get A fell
Ter meets up with strange books just
IKE he meets up with strange people,"
Not books like-that" There was
brlef silence. "Mr. Law, you went
to school in the East, didn't you?
Where? The man hesitated, at which
she insisted, "Where?"
Dave reluctantly turned upon her a
pair of eyes in the depths of which
there lurked the faintest twinkle.
Cornell" said he.
Alaire gasped. After while she re-
marked, stiffiy, you have a peculiar
sense of humOr."
Now don't be offended" he begged
her. I'm good deal like chame-
leon; unconsciously change my color
to suit my surroundings. When we
first met l saw that you took me for
one thing, and since then I've tried not
to show you your mistake"
"Why did you let me send you those
silly books? l dare say you've had a
fine laugh at my expense?"
mo" gravely denied the man.
They had come TO an arroyo contain
Ing considerable stream of muddy
water. and Law was forced to get out
to plug the carburAor and stop the oil
intakes to the crank case. This done,
Alaire ran the machine through on the
self-starter. When Jose's "Caram-
bas" and Dolores shrieks had sub
sided, and they were again under way.
Mrs. Austin. It seemed, had regained
her good humor.
You will receive no more of my ia
vorite authors" she told Dave, spite
fully. "Pll keep them to read my
self"
"Do you still believe in chivalry?"
Alaire turned her eyes upon the
questioner, and there were no girlish
illusions in them. do YOU" she Quer-
led, with faint curl of her lip.
"Why-yes"
She shook her head "Men have
changed. Nowadays they are all self
ish and sOrdid. Butt shouldn't gen.
eralize, for I'm notorious man-hater,
you know"
He nodded, whereupon she eyed him
speculatively. LET us see. You are
a man-how far would you 60 for the
woman you loved?"
"The limit"
Mrs. Austin frowned at this light
seeming answer. II suppose you mean
that you would make any sacrifice?"
"Yes; that's it,
"Would you give up the woman her
self, If you considered 1t your duty?"
mo There couldn't be any duty
higher than love-to my way Of think
ing. But you shouldn't take me as
a specimen. I'm not a good represent
tative Of my SEX"
II think you are very good one"
Alaire said quietly, and Dave realized
that no flattery was intended.
Despite the rough roads, they made |
fair time, and the miles Of cactus and |
scrawny brush rolled swiftly past. The |
morning sun swung higher, and by |
midday the metal of the automobile |
had become as hot as frying pan.
They stopped at various goat ranches
to inquire about Adolfo Urbina, and at |
noon halted beside q watercourse for
lunch.
Dave was refilling the radiator when
he overheard Jose in conversation with
Mrs. Austin.
Nowhere trace!" the horse
breaker was saying. mo one has seen
him. Poor Rosa Morales will die of
q broken heart"
Alaire explained to her guest: "Jose
Is worried about his cousin Panfilo. 1t
seems he has disappeared"
"Sol You are Panfilo's cousin?"
Dave eyed the Mexican with new in
.erest.
"Sip
"You remember the man" Alaire
vent on. HE was with that fellow
you arrested at the water-hole."
ooh, yes. l remember him." With
steady fingers Dave shook some to-
,acco into a cigarette paper. He felt
Alaire's eyes upon him, and they were