Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-08
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Il ,EQfREti3 Green, ssSSS 1hs GlsAAs9 1e$k
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ltsasN III aes&enla4,
''iSsesst aseA last Gail, fosa eseaktsS ia
ths d~4nina-GSa3., Cosaf@ ae& get H.
oi1etSateEs''" he SIs2asi OUT TO (4aX,
Phat; Noinss nas.p, emerged tsoas bis
bedroom, gloNinse ss waS ese ~
two shades Of tan lishses. than when
he had REACHED the CITY, bat the
paint Of Ariaona'S uteeenssrs& Sna
still dlstinguiShed hirf froln the na-
I~Ne-bora, If there are any such ae,oaS
the inhabitants OF upper New Icr&,
YOU'RE one s~ure-eneaah cook" he
drawled TO his satellite, "Rsst rap
jacks ever nlade in this towh>"
The Runt beapled All over II he
had really been i puppy he would
have wasged HIS tail. Since he
couldn't do that he took it out in
Clay made the world a sunshiny one
for him.
The two men were baching it. They
a a little apartment in the Bronx.
and johnnie looked after it for his
friend. One OF Johnnie's vices-ac-
cordins to the standard of the B-in-a-
Box boys-was that he was as neat
around a mess-wagon and cook
ooughnuts and pies. His talent came
in handy now. for Clay was no house,
keeper.
After the breakfast things were
cleared away Johnnie Jared forth to
a certain house adjoining Riverside
drive, where he earned ten dollars a
week as outdoors man. His business
was TO. do odd jobs about the place.
He cut and watercd the lawn. He
made small repairs. Beatrice had a
rose garden, and under her direction
; he dug, watered and fertiliZed.
incidentally, the snub-nosed little
puncher with the unfinished features
adored his young mistress in the
dumb, uncritical fashion a schoolboy
does a Ty Cobb or IN Eddie Collins.
In his heart he had hopes that Clay
would fall in love with and marry her.
But her actions worried him. Some
times he wondered if she really UNI
derstood what q catch Clay was.
He tried to tell her his notions on
the subject the morning Clay praised
I his hapjacks.
She was an1ong the rose-hushes.
gloved and hated. clipping American
Beauties for the dining room. a dainty
but very self-reliant little personality.
Miss Beatrice. 1 beer thinking
about you and Clay he told her,
leaning on his spade.
What have you been thinking
about u.s." the girl asked,> shipping
off a big rose.
How you're the best-lookin' couple
that a man would see anywheres."
flowed. IF l thought nonsense like
that wouldn't say it" she said
quietly. We're not a couple. He's
a man. I'm a m i like him
and want to stay friends with him,
if you'll let me-"
Sure. know that. but John
ME CROPPED helplessly to try to ex-
likes YOU a heap" he finished made
quately.
The eye Of the girl began to
dance. There was no use taking
offense at this simple soul. Does he?
I'm sure I'm gratified,' she murmur-
ed. busy with her scissors among the
roses.
Yep. I never knowed Clay to look
at a girl before. He SUR thinks a
heap of you"
h gave a queer little bubbling
laugh. You're flattering me-"
Honest, I amt" Johnnie whis-
pered a secret across the rose bushes.
Say. if you work it right I believe
you can get him.
The girl sparkled. Here was a new
SIAN on matrimonial desirability.
Clearly the view. of the little cow
puncher was that Clay had only to
crook his fingers to summon any girl
in the world that he desired.
What would you advise me to do?"
she dimpled.
"Sho! I Dunno He shyly un-
b%urdened himself of the warning he
had been leading up to. "But I'd tie
a can to that dude fellow that hangs
around-the Bromfleld guy. o. course
| l knnuy ho oirtt ma <ry- kL--- Hit
you while Clay's on earth, but I don't
reckon I'd take any chances, as the
dude" -
Miss whitford bit her lip to keen
from exploding in a sudden gale of
mirth. But the sight of her self
appointed chaperon set her off Into
peals OF laughter in spite of herself.
Every ime h looked al Johnnie she
went off into renewed chirrups. He
was so homely and so deadly earnest.
The little wait was staring at her in
perplexed surprise, mouth open and
chin fallen. He could see no occa-
sion for gayety at his suggestion.
There was nothing subtle about the
Runt. In his social code wealth did
not figure. A forty-dollar-a-month
broncho buster was free to offer adj
vicest the daughter of a millionaire
about here matrimonial prospects IL
It seemed best.
CLAY amt onego O. the common run
of c~owpunchers, ma'am. You bet YOU.
by %jollies, ho amt. Clay he owns a
half interest insthe B-in-a-Box.f o.
course 1t ain,t.what- hes got, bait what
he is that counts. He's the best
darned pilgrim eve / did see"
Hes all right Johnnie" the girl
admitted with an odd SMILE ''Do you.
want me to tell him that I'LL be glad
to drop our family friends to meet
his approval? I don't suppose ne
asked aia ID Is you e speak to me about Il,
The little range-rider missed the
irony Of this mo, ma am, / Jest but
ted in: Mebbe I hadn' ought to OF.
spoke" 4
You needn't feel bad, Johnnie.
There's no harm done--if you don't
say anything about 1t to Mr.. LINDSAY.
But Iudon't think you were Intended
for g matchmaker. That takes quite
q little finesse, doesn't it4sn
The word ~'.finesse,,' was not i,sJohn-,
MES dictionary, but he acquiesced In
Il reckon. MEAN, yours NJ. 4
Clay was waiting Tor lunch 1T 4
rotisserte On Sixth avenue. and Hi or
der to lose no time--Of which ne HAD
moresJ Just now than he's knew what
Ito do with-Wa1 meanwhile reading
4 neWspaper sproppcd sagainst ii wAtsrl
lbottls,g From the peysoual cioumr
there popped ont ut him three lines,
that caught hiss attention: IL
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