The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-10-08

lis, If you'd do your part"
MY part?" she echoes.
Haven't you any speciality" says
l. ANY stunt that you do that might
be entertainin'?'
why says she, nothing but
broncho riding and little trick rope
throwing that learned summers up
at Cody"
wild West acts?" says l. Zine!
Say, Lucille, l think we can use you
right away and get you right in with
the idle richers. Are you gamer
"I've travelled nearly two thousand
miles for that particular purpose"
says she. "Pll do anything you say
that's reasonable. haven't rope,
though, or any sort of riding costume"
Maybe we can dig up something
of the sort" says l. "You stick around
while have a talk with Mrs. Oakley
Jones'"
So it amt half an hour before I'm
hunting up the lady with full re-
port.
| Realty says Mrs. Oakley Jones.
ia lady novelist who means to Robert
Chamber us? How utterly delightful!
Any you have bullied her into perform
ing? You inspired young person! OF
course we can fit her out. Ny dear
brother once made collection of cow
boy things; saddles, horsehair lariats,
silver mounted brides and so on. It's
all stored in one of the attic rooms,
just as he left it, poor boy. And there
are two or three bronchos around the
lplace~ somewhere. The assistant
superintendent rides them. Bring on
your Miss Blodgett. Down on the
golf course would be good place for
the event, wuldn't it? will announce
| it for half an hour from now and have
an audience ready. If she can do any
thing worth while / shall ask her to
stay until Monday with u.s."
She's some hustler, Mrs. Oakley
Jones is. Almost before Lucille Blod-
gett had time to make half a dozen
more notes she was being towed to a
room where couple of maids helped
her shed her Sioux City costume and
climb into a fringed buckskin shirt,
riding breaches and woody chaps, and
|she'd picked out quirt and raw hide
rope that suited her. And while that
was goin' on Mrs. Jones had rounded
up everybody from her verandas, ten
mis- courts and the swimmin' pool, and
herded 'em down to the first fairway
Of the course.
Lucille was no gutter, either. She
was right there with her act Also
| she had the right idea Of how to pull
| it off, for she makes her entrance I'M
expected and dramatic. Uh-huh!
Dashes out from clump of shrub
berry in front Of the crowd, stands up
| in the stirrups with a big revolver in
one hand and her rope in the other
and let's out a few Yiyi-yips that
brought the spectators up on their
toes. Then after she has put her bis
cult colored broncho over a bunker
couple of times, and firel a few rounds
from the young cannon, she proceeds
to rope a scared caddie on the fly,
make her mount jump through the
lwhirlin' loop and do a few other tricks
that would almost qualify her to travel
with a big top.
| Course, she's well warmed up by
the time she has finished, for it's a
sultry afternoon; and having jolted=
out all her hairpins, that ash blonde
couture creation has been wrecked
beyond repair, but Mrs. Oakley insists
on introducin' her Just as she is to
aboutstw dozen prominent people.
isn't it shame Oakley missed all
this" says Mrs. Jones. II just know
he would be thrilled to see you ride
like this, Miss Blodgett. He must see
lit, too. Somebody go find him, please.
and tell him to come right here. You
don't mind doing it again, do you, my
dear
Course, she DON'T speaks up,
winkin' significant at Lucille.
And so when Oakley shows up five
minutes later, she las to go through
the whole act again.
81 suppose you don't ride, do your
she ask me, as helps her of and she
limps toward the house.
"Me?" says l. mot a lively hay
burner like that"
Then you can hardly appreciate
what it MEANS" says she, when |
tell you haven't been on horse for
more than year."