The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1923-01-25

nuts and pies. His talent came ="
handy now. for Clay was no house
keeper.
After the breakfast things were
cleared away Johnnie Jared forth 10
certain house adjoining Riverside
drive. where he earned ten dollars
week as outdoors man. His business
was to do odd jobs about the pace
He cut and watered the lawn. He
made small repairs. Beatrice hau
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 t"e
dumb, uncritical fashion a schoolboy
does Ty Cobb or an Eddie Collins
In his heart he had hopes that Gay
would fall in love with and marry her'
But her actions worried him. some
times he wondered II she really under
stood what a catch Clay was.
He tried to tell her his notions on
the subject the morning Clay praised
his napjacks.
She was among the rose-bushes'
gloved and hated, clipping American
Beauties for the dining room. dainty
but very self-reilant little personality.
Miss Beatrice, | been thinkin' about
you and Chy." he told her, leaning on
his spade.
what have you been thinking about
us?'' the girl asked. shipping on big
rose.
"How you're the best-loofin' couple
that a man would see anywheres.'
Into her clear cheeks the co'w
flowed IF thought nonsense Ike
that wouldn't say it, she said quiet
Is. Were not a couple. He's man.
Tin woman. I like him and want To
stay friends with him II you'll! let me
"Sure. know that. but" Johnnie
CROPPED helplessly to try to explain
what he had meant CLAY he likes
you a heap" he finished inadequately.
The eyes Of the girl began to dance
There was no use taking offense at
this simple soul. Does he? TN sure
1 III pEutiueu, SLIT Ilui Huftu. pNTJ
with her scissors among the roses.
yep. i never knowed Clay TO look
ut Il girl before. He sure thinks heap
Of you"
She gave A queer little hubbiing
laugh. You're fiattering me-"
Honest, amt" Johnnie whispered
n secret across the rose bushes. Say.
IL you work 1t right believe you can
get him"
The girl sparkled. Here was new
slant on matrimonial desirabillty.
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 dof'
she dlmpled.
"Shoi l dunno" He shyly I'm.
burdened himself OF the warning he
had been leading up to. But I'd
tie can to that dude fellow that hangs
around-the Bromfield guy. o. course
you while Clay's ON earth. but don't
reckon I'd take any chances. as the
old sayin' is. Better get shet Of the
dude"
Miss Whitford bit her lip to keep
from exploding In sudden gale OF
mirth. But the sight Of her self-ap-
pointed chaperon set her on into peals
of laughter In spite Of herself. Ev-
cry time she looked Mt Johnnie she
went OF into renewed chirrups lie
was 40 homely and so deadly earnest.
The little waif was staring at her In
perplexed surprise, mouth open and
chin fallen. He could see no occasion
for gayety at his suggestion. There
was nothing subtle about the Runt.
In his social code wealth did not hg-
ure. A forty-dollar-a. month bronco
buster was free to offer advice TO the
daughter of millionaire about her
matrimonial prospects II II seemed
best.
cowpunchers, mn'nnt. You bet you,
by jollies. he amt. Clay he owns a
half-interest In the B-in-a-Box. o.
course II Amt what he's got, hut what
he Is that counts. He's the hest darned
pilgrim ever did see"
Hes all right. Johnnie" the girl
admitted with an odd smile. do you
want me to tell him that I'll he gInd
10 drop our family friends to meet his
approval? ! don't suppose he asked
l. al, A..
The little range-rider missed the
irony 1T this. mo. mai.m. Jest but.
ted In. Mebbe l hndn' ought To OF
spoke"
"YOu needn't feel bad, Johnnie
There's no harm done-if you don't
say anything aboui II to Mr.. Lindsay
But | don't think yoi were intended
for u matchmaker. Thuf takes quite
little finesse. doesn't III"
The word "finesse" was not in John.
her verdict.
u reckon. ma'nm you're right"
Clay was waiting for lunch NJ "a rot.
isserie on Sixth avenue. and in order
20 lose no time--of which he had more
Just now than he knew what to dn
with--was meanwhile rending news.
paper proppe'i against wnterboltle
From the personal column there popped
out AT him three lines that caught his
attention:
III this meets the eye OF c. l.. Of
Arizona please write me. Box M-2I.
The Herald. Am In trouble.
Kitty A."