The Arizona copper camp., 1919-03-29

she rose ana patte0 my SnOuIuer
with a smile and threw kiss to Sally.
Suddenly her face grew stern. She
pointed toward the village and then at
Sally.
''She means that there is some dam
ger ahead of you," I said.
The Silent Woman picked long
blade of grass and tipped it's end in
the honey at the bottom of the cup.
She came close to Sally with the blade
OF grass between her thumb and finger.
"She is fixing a charm" 1 said.
She smiled and nodded as she put
drop of honey on Sally's upper lip.
She held up her hands while her lips
moved as if she were blessing us.
ST suppose it will not save me if I
brush it Off" said Sally.
We went on and in a moment bee
lighted on the honey. Nervously she
struck at it and then cried out with
pain.
'The bee has stung you," said.
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief and made no answer.
"Wait a minute-I'll get some clay"
I said as ran to the river bank.
I found some clay and moistened it
with the water and returned.
"'There, look at mer' she groaned.
''The bee hit my nose."
She uncovered her face, now de-
formed almost beyond recognition, her
nose having swollen to one of great
size and redness.
"You look like Rodney Barnes" I
said with q laugh as l applied the clay
to her afflicted nose.
"And feel like the old boy. think
my nose is trying to jump off and run
away"
We were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and l wet her handkerchief in a
pool of water and helped her to wash
1t. Soon we saw two men approaching
US in the road. In a moment 1 OBJ
served that one was Mr.. Horace Dun
kelberg; the other a stranger and a re-
markably handsome young man he
was, about twenty-five years of age
and dressed in the height of fashion.
I remember so well his tall, athletic
figure, his gray eyes, his small dark
mustache and his admirable manners
Both were appalled, at the look of
Sally.
"Why, girl, what has happened to
you?" her father asked.
Then I saw what a playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was born actress
sBeen riding in the country" said
She 'fIs this Mr.. Latour?"
"This is Mr.. Latour, Sally" said her
father.
They shook hands.
81 am glad to see you," said the
stranger.
'@They say am worth seeing" said
Sally. "This is my friend, Mr.. Baynes.
When you are tired of seeing me, look
at him."
1 shock the hand he offered me.
"Of course, we can't all be good
looking" Sally remarked with a sigh,
as if her misfortune were permanent.
Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg and
laughed heartily-fOr l had told him in
a whisper what had happened to Sally
while Mr.. Latour looked little en-
barrassed.
"My face is not beautiful, but they
say that I have a good heart" Sally
assured the stranger.
They started on. I excused myself
and took a trail through the woods to
another road. Just there, with Sally
waving her hand to me as stood for
a moment in the edge of the woods,
the curtain falls on this highly roman
tic period of my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that eve-
ming. 1t was about the middle of the
next week that I received this letter
from Sally:
"Dear Bart: Mr.. Latour gave uD
and drove to Potsdam in the evening.
Said he had to meet Mr.. Parish. I
think that he had seen enough of me.
I began to hope he would stay-he
was so good looking, but mother is
very glad that he went, and so am I,
for our minister told us that he is one
of the wickedest young men in the
state. He is very rich and very bad,
they say. / wonder if old Kate knew
about him. Her charm worked we'll
anyway-didn't 1t? My nose was all
right IN the morning. Sorry that
can't meet you Saturday. Mother ano
1 are packing up to go away for the
summer. Don't forget me. l shall be
thinking every day of those lovely
things you said to me. / don't know
what they will try to do with me, anO
don't care. really think as you 90
. Bart, that God has married us to each
other.
yours forever,
SALLY DUNKELBERG"
How often I read those words-sC
like all the careless words OF the
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