The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1917-06-08

Do you think, she said, between
her teeth, that it is your mission to
paddock me to that-in there?"
Lansing turned, following her eyes.
She was looking at her husband.
mo, " replied Lansing, serenely; "but
/ shall see that you don't transfer the
paddock to thai, out Here"-glanc-
ing at Coursay on the lawn.
"Try it" she breathed, and let go
of the leader, which flew up in silvery
crinklcs, the cast of Brightly colored
flies dancing in the sunshine.
ooh, let him alone" said Lansing,
YEARLY; all the men in Manhattan are
dwelling about you. Let him go; he's
a sorry trophy-and there's no natural
treachery in him; it's not in our
blood; it's too cheap for us, and we
can't help saying SO when we're in our
right minds"
There was a little color left in her face
when she stood up, her hands resting on
the spiked collars of her dogs.
"The trouble with you" she said,
smiling adorably, sis your innate del
ii know l am brutal" he said.
grimly; "let him alone"
She gave him pretty salutation,
crossed the lawn, passed her husband,
who had Just ridden up on a powerful
sofrel, and called brightly to Coursay;
"Take me fishing, Jack, or I'll yawn
my head off my shoulders"
Before Lansing could recover his wits
the audacious beauty had stepped into
the canoe at the edge of the lawn, and
young Coursay, eager and radiant, gave
a flourish to his paddle, and drove it
into the glittering water.
If Sprowl found anything disturbing
to his peace Of mind in the proceeding,
he did not betray it. He sat hunched
upon his big sorrel, eyes fixed on the
distant clearing, where the white gable
end of O'Hara's house rose among the
trees.
Suddenly he wheeled his mount and
galloped off up the river road; the sun
glowed on his broad back, and struck
fire on his spurs, then horse and rider
were gone into the green shadows of
the woods.
To play spy was not included in Lam
sings duties as he understood them.
He gave one disguised glance after the
the canoe, shrugged, set fire to the to-
bacco in his pipe, and started slowly
along the river towards O'Hara's with
a vague idea of lending cousel, aid and
countenance to his president during the
expected interview with Mum.
At the turn of the road he met Major
Brent and old Peter, the head-keeper.
The latter stood polishing the barrels
of his shotgun with red bandanna;
the Major was Tuning and wagging bis
head.
Doctor!" he called out, when Lam
sing appeared; Peter says they raised
the devil down at O'Hara's last night
This cant go on, dye see! No, by
Heavenl"
"What were they doing, Peter?"
asked Lansing, coming up to where
the old man stood
Then Shinin Banders? WAL, sir,
they was kinder rugged out in white
night-gowns-robes o'Jorden they call
em-an' they had rubbed some kind
O. shiny stuff-like matches-all over
these there night-gounds, an then they
sang spell, an then they all sot down
on the edge o the river
" Is that all?" asked Lansing, laugh
ing.
"Waitl" growled the Major.
"Waal," continued old Peter, the
shlnin' stuff on them night-gounds was
that bright that seen the fishes swim
min round kinder dazed like 'Gosh'
SEE to m'self, it's like Jack a-drawnn'
them trnut--vaouir l bolIo,,