The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-11-27

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was as square as a die under fire sh'
was a pardner for any man. But sh,
was not a little lady to be thought O
s~entimentally. He wondered what sh.
would look like if she shed boots an(
broad hat and riding-habit and APP
gown-'all lacy and ribbony, yor
know" He couldn't imagine her dial
lying, as the lady Of his dreams dial
lied, In an atmosphere of rose-leaves
perhaps a volume of Tennyson on her
knee.
"Shucks! !" he grinned to himself, a
trife s~hame-facedly. "It's just the
springtime in the air."
In such a mood there appeared to
Bud Lee a vision. Nothing less. He
was in the little meadow hidden from
the ranch-house by gentle hills still
green with young June. He had been
working Lovelady, a newly broken
saddle-mare. Standing with his back
to a tree, a cigarette in the making
III Ilo HdllQS, lie DlQ(h lQl Id1 D0Ch
upon his head, he smilingly watched
Lovelady as with regained freedom
she galloped back across the meadow
to her herd. Then a shadow IN the
grass drew Lees eyes swiftly away
from the mare and to the vision.
Over the verdant flooring of the
meadow, stepping daintily in and out
among the big golden buttercups, came
n who might well have been that
lady of his dreams. A milk-white hand
held up a pale-pink skirt, disclosing
the lacy fiounce of a fine underskfrt,
pale-pink stockings and mincing little
slippers a pink parasOl cast the most
delicate Of tints upon a pretty face
from which big blue eyes looked out
a little timorously upon the tall horse
foreman.
He knew that this was Marcia
He had never known
until now just how pretty she was,
how like a flower.
Marcia paused, seemed to hesitate,
lodged suddenly as a noisy bumblebee
sailed down the air. Then the bee
buzzed on and Marcia smiled. Still
stepping daintily she came on until,
with her parasol twirling over her
shoulder, she stood in the shade with
Lee.
you're Mr.. Lee, aren't you?" asked
Marcia. She was still smiling and
looked cool and fresh inc very allur-
ing.
Lee dropped the markings of his Gig
ground the paper into the sod
With his heel and removed his hat
a gallantry little short of rev.
yes" he answered, his gravity
ouched with the hint Of a responsive
'Ts there something can do
or you, Miss Langworthy?"
"Oh!' cried Marcia. $50 you know
Who / am? Yet l have never SEEK
'ou. l think"
1.-THE star doesn't always see the
moth, you know offered Lee, a little
intoxicated by the first vision" of this
ind he had seen in many years.
"Ohl" cried Marcia again. and then
topped, looking at him, frankly puz-
led. She knew little firsf-hand of
orse foremen. But she had seen Car
even talked with him. And she
seen other workmen. She would,
ntil now, have summed them all up
S illiterate, awkward and impossibly
ackward and shy. A second long,
urious glance at Lee failed to show
lat he was embarrassed, though in
ruth he had had time to be a bit
shamed of that mOth-and-star Obser-
alton of his. Instead, he appeared
ute se1f~-possessed. And he was good
,oking. remarkably good-looking. And
e didn't seem illiterate; quite the
ontrary, Marcia thought. In an in
ant she c%atalogued this tall. dark,
llm-eyed man as interesting. ]
She twirled her parasol at him and
ughed softly. A strand of blond
lir that was very becoming where {
was, against her delicate cheek, she. :
Icked back where it evidently he /
nged, since there it looked even more
scoming. S
"Nrr. Hampton isn't here, is he?" she
iked.
mo. Come to think Of it, he did t
v this morning that he would be out "
yht after lunch to help me break +
)yelady. But I haven't seen him." a
"He wanted me to stroll out here S
TIL him." Marcia explained. "And c
wouldn't. 1t was too hot. Didn't S
u find it terribly hot about an hour n
%, Mr.. Lee?' q
AS a matter of fact Bud Lee had
altogether too busy an hour ago ]
tn the capers of Loyelady to note "
it was hot or cold. But he
urteously agreed with Miss Lang h
h
'sThen,'' she ran on brightly, sit got ir
oil all of a sudden. Or at least a
!. And I thought that Polly had tt
me out here, so / walked out to HI
rprise him. And now, he isn't here"
Marcia looked up at Lee helplessly, III
ilingly. fascinatingly. 1t was quite sc
though she had added: "Oh, dear! d.
hat shall l do?" is
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