The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1920-03-26

In Sequoia. Ensued the following
conversation: "Hslle. little WV"
Hello yoursefi I ANT . little
boy"
She ignored the ssrrsstisa. "What
are you doingr'
"Weedin' carrots. Cant ysu sssr'
What forr'
Bryce, highly inesassa at having
been designated . little icy b. this
superior damssl, saw bis opportunity
to silence her. Cats fur for kitten
breeches." he rstortsA-without any
evidence Of originality, W must con-
fess, and for the space Of several min.
utes gave all his attention to his crop.
And presently the visitor spoke again
II like your hair. little boy. It's
pretty red"
That settled the issue between
them. To be hailed - little boy was
bad enough, but to ~ reminded Of his
GROWING misfortune was adding insul,
to injury. He rose and cautiously
approached the fence with the inten-
ton Of plnching the impudent strang.
er. suddenly and surreptitiously and
sending her away weeping. As his
hand crept between the palings on it's
wicked mission. the little miss looked
at him In friendly fashion and queried :
"What's your nameT"
Bryce's hand hesitated. Bryce
Cardigan" he answered gruffly.
I'm Shirley Sumner" she ventured
Let's be friends"
"When did you como to live In
SeQuoia?" he demanded.
II don't live here. I'm just visiting
here with my aunt and uncle. We're
staying at the hotel, and there's no.
body to play with. My uncle's name
is Pennington. Sos my aunt's. He's
out here buying timber, and we live
in Michigan"
Her gaze wandered past Bryce to
where his Indian pony stood with her
head out Of the window Of her box.
stall contemplating her master.
ooh. what a dear little horse !"
Shirley Sumner exclaimed. "Whoss
10 her
"'Tain't a he. It's 4 she. And
she belongs to me-"
do you ride herr
mot very often now. I'm getting
too heavy for her. SO Dads bought me
4 horse that weighs nine hundred
pounds. Midget only weighs i've
hundred" He considered her mo-
ment while she gazed IN awe upon
this man with tive horses. Can you
ride a pony?" he asked, for no reason
that he was aware Of.
She sighed. shaking her head re-
sisnedly. I'VE haven't any room to
keep a pony at our house In Detroit"
she explained. and added hopefully :
But I'd love to ride Midget. sup
pose could learn to ride II somebody
taught me how"
He looked at her again. At that
period Of his life he was inclined to
regard girls as q necessary evil. FOr
some immutable reason they existed
and perforce must be borne with. and
It was his hope that he would gel
through life and see a. little as posi-
Bile Of the exnsperating sex. Never
theless, a. Bryce surveyed this win
some miss through the palings. he was
sensible of a sneaking desire to dnt
favor in her eyes-also equally sensi
BILE of the fact that the path to thai
desirable end lay. between himself ant
Midget.
swell, suppose II you want . rid'
I'll have to give It to you" he grum
bled, although I'm pretty busy thi'
morning"
"oh, I think you'rs 70 NICE" she de
elared.
A thrill shot through him that wa
akin to pain; with difficulty did h
restrain an impulse to dash wildl
info the stable and saddle Midget Il
curious haste. Instead he walked t
the barn slowly and with extrem
,, dignity, When he reappeared, he wa
leading Midget, little silvsrpoin
runt Of q klamath Indian pony, an
Noses. 4 sturdy pinto cayuse from tn
cattle ranges over In Trinity count!
"Irl have to ride with you" he az
,eunced. Cant let . tsndsrfoot liz
veu 10 out alone on Midget"
All a6utter with delightful antic