The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1920-03-19

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"hsiIs. LltAls osy."
in Sequoia. Ensued The following
conversation: "Hslle. little boy"
Hello yoursefi ain't . little
boy"
She ignored the eeersetisa. "What
are you doingr'
"Weedin' carrots. Caat you sssY'
what forf'
Bryce, highly incsnssd at having
been designated . little boy By this
superior damssl. saw his opportunity
to silence her. Cats fur for kitten
breeches." he rstortsd-without any
evidence Of originality. We must con.
TESS, and for the space Of several min.
utes gave all bis attention to bis 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 b reminded Of his
browning misfortune was adding insult
to injury. He rose and cautiously
approached the fence with the inten.
ton Of pinching the impudent strang.
or, suddenly and surreptitiously. and
sending her away weeping. Al his
hand crept between the palings on its
wicked mission. the little miss looked
at him In friendly fashion and Queried !:
"What's your Manner
Bryce's hand hesitated. Bryce
Cardigan" he answered gruffly.
"rm Shirley Sumner" she ventured
Lets be friends."
"When did you come to live In
SeQuoiaf" he demanded.
II don't live here. I'm Just visiting
here with my aunt and uncle: We're
staying at the hotel, and thereS no
body to play with. Ny uncle's name
10 Pennington. Sos my apnts. Hes
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.
"Oh. what dear little horse =
Shirley Sumner exclaimed. "whost
IL he3"
""Tain't he. It's . she. And
she belongs to me-"
do you ride herr
mot very often now. I'm getting
too heavy for her. 80 DADS bought nj
a horse that weighs nine hundred
pounds. Midget only weighs dv'
hundred" He considered her q mo
ment while she gazed IN awe upOr
this man with two horses. "Can 20,
ride . ponyr' he asked. for no reason
that ne was aware of.
She sighed. shaking her head re
signedly. I'VE haven't any room 4
keep a pony at our house In Detroit.
she explained. and added hopefully
But I'd love to ride Midget. sup
pose I could learn to ride II somebOd.
taught me how"
He looked at her again. At tina
period Of his life he was inclined t
regard girls as a necessary evil. Fo
some immutable reason they existed
and perfOrce must be borne with. an,
II was his hope that he would &c
through life and see as little as posi-
BILE Of the exasperating sex. Never
theless. AZ Bryce surveyed this wiz
some miss through the palings. he wa
sensible Of q sneaking desire 10 IN
favor In her eyes-also equally sens
BILE of the fact that the path to tbs
desirable end lay between himself an
Midget.
"weil. 1 suppose II you want a rid
I'll have to give II to you" he grun
bled. although I'm pretty busy TIL
morning."
"Oh. I think you're % NICE" she d.
clared.
A thrill shot through him that w
akin to pain; with difficulty did b
restrain an impulse to dash Wild
into the stable and saddle Midget
furious haste. Instead he walked
the barn slowly and with extren
dignity. When he reappeared. he ",
leading Midget, q little silverpoil
runt Of q Klamath Indian pony, a.
Moses, q sturdy pinto cayuse from Il
cattle ranges over In Trinity count
!, "T'll have to ride with you," hs q
nounced. Cant let q tendsrfeot III
Z you 70 out alone on Midget"
! All afiutter with Delightful anti