News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1918-07-10

tVhlp al ~ anu let us over! inquired
the young gallant with il-feigned calm
! ness.
Bob's answer was another question
on quite a different subject. Back of
his participation in the dialogue his
simple mind had been busy with the
affairs OF the great political party Of
which he was a devoted member The
young man before him was the leader
OF a small but dangerous conservative
faction in Vista county. This faction
had made trouble in the past and were
supposed to be connecting trouble for
the county convention nearly at hand.
II Vistas delegation to the state con-
Vention, to be chosen by this county
convention should be divided, it would
mean danger to every plan and prin-
clple and candidate of the Peoples
party all the way up the line in the
county, state and nation.
Dave" said Bobbie, cautiously, but
looking squarely up in Dawes eyes,
what are you over-the-liver fellows
goin' TO do lat the convention next
month? Slavin O your township was
in Saturday, and he talked as ram
bunxious as ever. Now I"
"Christopher Moses, Bob! I've got
no time to talk politics this morning.
Can't you see?"
Dave, you're wastin' your own val
able time. Now just you let me man
age this confab and you and your
lady'll be on the move in d minute, pro
vided-"
"Oh, hush your provided Bob. let
us over"
The lanky POpulist raised his eye
brows and set another nail for driving.
The girl turned in the direction they
had come. The sun was lifting above
the ridges and through gap where
the road began it's long winding de-
scent to the river a third rider came
into view The girl uttered a little
suppressed scream. "Father!" she
gasped.
keep cool, my children, he's two
miles away yet. Keep cam and trust to
Bobbie Grant: Now, look here, you
Dave, you're too darned good a fellow
to be left kickin' against the counsels
of the party. If you weren't such a
bright, poplar chap, you couldn't do
us any harm. But as she stands, my
boy, if l help you out now, you've got
to help me later, do you see?" Dave
was desperate. "Well, anything, only
hurry"
There's no hurry. But what 1 was
gettin' at was just this: you carry the
votes O. three townships in your over
ais pocket" Bob began laying the
boards loose over the repair gap.
'Now, l want you fellows to behave
when you come down here to this con-
vention. 'Taint for my good-you can
see that-it's for the party's good"
swell, choke that stump speech Bob, |
can hear the old man on the far end |
Of the bridge. He'll be up with US in !
lalf giffy. Hurry up and get the last
BOARD laid !"
Nov, Dave, don't get excited, and
this old bridge-built by
lur old party, and the bye-is a clean
nile long. And there's just one other
title matter. I'll have to fine you two
or breaking the regulation about walk
ng your horses over the bridge"
Dave protested.
tive got to do it, my boy. When
3Obbie Grant is road commissioner the
equations have got to be enforced, do
'Ou see? But you can pay the fine
you get back from the
need what you've
ot about you, Dave, for the preacher.
guess. Do you see"
Young Morton groaned. "'Fraid
ou've killed that part Of it, Bob" said
e, sullenly. "The old mans got us
Ow, for certain"
"Never you worry about the old
IAN. This bridge amt fixed yet. I'll !
ct him wait exactly one hour by the
I'm, and if you two amt hitched by
hat time, you don't deserve to be.
hats ALL"
ooh, you beautiful mani" cried the
Dung woman, beaming down upon
obs rough face. And if you will
list convince him that it's all right,
40 that Dave is just the man for me, :
QUILL be simply an angel"
BObbie cast his eye deliberately
ong the bridge and adjusted the last
BARD. "Clip-pit :" he commanded,
epping to one side.
The riders were past him before the !.
ords were out of his mouth, and the :
me instant a white prairie orchid,
ssed from somewhere, lodged in the !,
Ids Of his crossed arms. In Nebraska
e wild orchid is the brides flower In :,
5 season. He took up the blossom and
aced the stem between his lips, be- /"
ming to whistle "Cotton-Eyed joe" II
Id watched the runaways until they
TT the bridge at the townwards end
ID disappeared around the bend, be- y
nd grove of cottonwoods. Then he u
ard hOOf-beats behind him. Without u
oking in that direction, he stopped o
d began taking up the loose boards, IL
the same time changing his tune to
Iold the Fort for / Am Coming" IL
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