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The Fall of Pride
By Elsie Endfeott
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UD OAKLE he was
still Bud in spite of
the grizzled age
that was creeping
upon him wag of
the. eort that does
not count in the
Week Not even a
galvanic force
could find lodgment
In that Indecisive
nth or those palo eyes no
ad conciliatory. His head
a dust cloud In the dls-
ie, I reckon, The new
fought to be on it today."
of the man in tho chair
le whlttler, rested upon
lint, then passed to the
(bin tho store cutting to-
flat-footed squaw In a
blanket.
he demanded. Matt
man of few words.
icy say. Just out from
no more questions But
ring of his eyes one could
Sness of the beast of prey.
Santa Rita stretched he
its a killer, but oven wlth-
Dwledgo ono would have
by that something strong
iirklng in tho bleak, cold
tr shape of the thin, tight
iSprlngcoiied alertness of
that did not count spokn
enseo tnat Prldo was an-
rith splnolcss facility ho
elf to the other's mood.
allies, from Poorla. 111. A
JBure to bo a smart aleck.
low ItT"
lan's teeth showed for nn
was still looking at tho
-Angered girl, and his
both KUlInn nnd proprle-
le said nothing.
ry it with Alllo, nnd he'll
upplngs. Bhe wouldn't
, minute. Mo neither. Not
Jollies," tho lnvertobrato
rcntly. Ho was tho father
h within. That sho wns
no 1110 who ana proper-
la accepted ns axlomatlo.
'.stage descended a young
suitcase. Slight, pallid
stooped, ho was unmlstnk-
act of tho city. Tlln gentle
seemed to npologizo for
iblo fact, was a letter of
itlou. For thn nyen bllnk-
Iho glasses wore as honest
an Arizona sky.
id ut thn Ion of tho steps
k on his lean, hard face.
rept the newcomer, and
atcmpluotiB wonl ho turn-
tg hcol.
srfoot had been appraised.
land dismissed from mind
Tridc hail taken threo
keeled again angrily. Alllo
1st him, her eyes shining
aent. aud was offering her
llnsultcd clerk.
te now storekeeper, aren't
lice Oakle. I help In the
re glad to meet you."
came quickly back. "Samo
Jakle. os, I'm tho otore-
' narao is Arne Joe Arne."
led insldo together. Pride's
ed furiously, and his fists
Ltho veins swelled.
"Looked like he was aimln' to throw
the kid offen tho porch nnd stomp
Ulm into tho ground. 'F he bad I reck
on they would have had to pick him
out o the dust with a pair of pincers,"
Bud Oakle explained later.
The bad man strodo to his horse,
flung himself into tho saddle, and rodo
blindly away. Jealousy ourged through
him in heady gusts. Alice Oakle,
promised to him by her father though
she was, had never looked on him with
such kindly eyes as she had given
this puny boy. His bloody spurs
roweled mercilessly the half-tamed
horse he rodo.
Joo Arne fell Into his work easily
and inconspicuously. The reservation
Indians called him Four Eyes, and
liked his courtesy to them. There was
nothing about his quiet, friendly re
serve to tempt tho rough horseplay of
the Santa Rita riders who sometimes
drifted in to buy nlrtlghtn and talk
with pretty Allie. Nor would sho have
permitted any liberties. Sho liked tho
tenderfoot, his gentleness, his shyness,
his Inability to meet tho frontier on its
own ground. Moreover, he was open
ing to hor a new world, ono sho had
known only in books. There was In
both of them a touch of the poet, tho
facilo imagination that interprets nnd
takes hold of the unknown. His ex
perience complemented hers, and nei
ther of them woro ever tired of hear
ing about that strange life the other
had lived. For hor tho cities wcro
pregnant with romance. She saw New
York and Chicago through that huzy
light thnt never was on land or ecu.
He made of sunburnt Arizona espe
cially in that evening ntmosphcro
when velvet dusk was over tho valley
like a sea of soft and tempered light- -an
Arcady primeval, helped to It no
doubt bocauso of tho slendor. light
footed friend who watched with him
tho mellow vlolot haze upon tho saw
toothod peaks,
Emotions now und poignant had
como to disturb tho calm of both their
lives. It camu to pass ns tho weokn
slipped nwny that tho frankness of
their comradoBhlp was gone. Alice,
whoso eyes had looked nt men simply
and directly nH Uioso of a boy, was bo
coralng self-conscious. Sho learned thn
trick of blushing nt times when sho
least expected.
Uneasily, too, sho wns nwnre that
Prldn wns watching Arne. Hlio had
tho senso that ho was stalking them
as a cougar dors Hn kill, with Dm
samo Htcnlthy, rrleutlesss patience of
that mouutnin terror on Its soft
padded crouching hunt. More than
oncn while she was in gay, happy talk
with tho storekeeper, a sinister
shadow fell aorosB thorn. Pride's
cold, deadly eyes met hor startled
ones. A shiver would run down her
back, for sho had not known him to
be within twenty miles. A premoni
tion of danger haunted Alllc. Her
knowledge of tho man was onough to
teach her ho would lot nobody stand
between him and tho things ho covet
ed. It bad always been so with him.
His outrageous deflanco of justice, tho
contempt with which ho had trampled
on the prldo of tho Apach braves, had
taken their horses at his own price,
and Ignored their tribal laws, all theso
had won the undying hatred of tho na
tives. Yet ho went his own way and
rodo over them heedlessly, trod down
nn If they had been childish com
plaints tho remonstrances of these
old-time man-hunters who had left
the trail of blood along the border.
From such a one no tame surrender of
the girl ho wanted was to bo expected.
Yet. as always, red tragedy when it
did como leaped upon them unexpect
edly. On a Sunday evening Pride rodo
to tho store and found the whtttler on
the porch alone
"Evenln Matt. In for plumb hot
weather, lookB like."
"Where's Allle?"
"Out with Peoria, III. I told her,
by Jollies, sho hadn't ought to go. I
ain't responsible. Nowadays a father
don't havo the say-so over his own
daughter. Don't you kDow it? I reckon
I'll liao to havo a talk and lay down
tho law to that young lady. Eh,
Matt?"
Pride's face was a picture of re
sentful malice. "I'll do the talking.
Which way did they go?"
"Took tho Box Canyon trail: said
they wasn't going to walk but n llttlo
ways."
Prldo strode up tho steep path, tho
long-smoldering anger in him nblazo.
Ho moved lightly, gracefully, for his
Btcel-tough flowing muscles were su
perbly packed, and tho sap of youth
still ran strong in him.
Oakle was vaguoly alarmed. Ho
scratched his head in perplexity.
"Wisht I hadn't told Matt whero they
was. He's liable to do that tender
foot a meanness. Oh, well, ho won't
nnymoro'n cuss a blue streak nnd
mebbo heat tho head off Peoria, III."
Tho ranchman had followed tho
trail scarco two hundred yards beforo
ho came on thoao ho sought. They woro
in n llttlo grovo of llvo oaks into which
the sifted moonlight Altered softly. A
moment soonor, nnd ho would have
been In time to soo their first hiss. As
it wns, they stood with hands' locked,
looking into each other's eyca with
the ecstatic obsorbed look of nowly
confessed lovers.
Prldo's smothered oath brought
them back to earth. Their hands fell
apart hurriedly. In tho eyes of both
wns tho startled, telltale look of chil
dren caught stealing Jam.
"Matt!" tho girl cried, ns tho man
camo striding toward them.
Ho ignored her completely. To
joung Arne ho spoko. tho volna in Ida
forehead swollen with rage.
"(Sit! I've had enough of you! Clear
out of tho country pronto!"
"Out of tho country," .Too repeated In
amazement.
"You hoard nie."
"But, Mr. Pride. I can't do that,. My
living is lime. FJcsldes, why should
I?"
"Because I'm going to till you full of
lead if you're hero this tlmo tomor
row. I've had a-plonty of you."
"I haven't dono you any harm," tho
youngster retorted, with a Hash of
spirit. "This Is a free country. You
can't drlvo mo out."
"Oo or stny, I don't caro which. But
If you stay, It'll bo for good." Tho
ranchman laughed, and the sound of it
wns appalling.
Alllo cut iu, wblto to the lips. "You
mean that you'ro going to to murder
him."
"I'vo served notice. It's him or me."
He turned to go. Lltholy sho twist
ed In front of him and barred tho way.
"Walt."
She stood lance-straight, a slendor
slip of a girl ho could have crushed
with one hand. But in the challenging
flash of hor deep oyeB n new llro had
been lighted. Man of small imagina
tion though he was,, it was Impossible
to miss tho gallant spirit his threat
had struck to life.
"If you do this if you touch a hair
of his head as surely as you do I'll
never speak to you again, never look
at you any more than I would at a
rattlesnake."
He stared, fascinated, his eyes nar
rowed and smoldering slits. "So that's
it. You're making a play for to stand
between him and me."
"Yes. I won't have it! I won't have
it!" sho cried, a little wildly.
"You won't? Why not?" His olce
was silken soft, but she knew that be
naath tho surface tho anger In him
was cold and hard as granite.
Under tho brave, tilted chin a pulse
waB beating fast in tho soft round
throat. All hor llfo sho had been
afraid of his splenetlo and vindictive
anger, of tho quality In him that had
dominated her father and herself. But
with this, too, had always been admi
ration of tho stark forco of tho man.
Tho courago of him had cloaked his
vices. Now sho saw him as ho was,
hard, cruel, vicious, bad at heart to
the core Gustily the revolt of yoars
in her boiled ovor.
"Becauso I lovo him. Because I'm
going to marry him. That's why."
Again ho laughed, aud in his mirth
less laughtor all tho evil of him ap
pearcd to find expression.
"You bettor hurry, my dear. For
he nln't got long to live. Look nt him.
Soo how yqllow ho Is. Right now he's
nn awful sick pup. It'll bo a right
short honeymoon. You'll bo maid,
wife, and widow all in twenty-four
hours." Ills black, beady eyes fo
cused once moro on the Easterner.
"Remember. Tomorrow at sunset. I'll
bo hero llko I said. And you needn't
try to pull your freight. I've changed
my mind. You and mo will seo this
out to a finish."
With that ho was gone, leaving be
hind him a distress beyond words. Al
llo leaned against a live oak, hor In
terlaced fingers writhing in impolont
despair. Sho wns no heroine of ro
mance but what tho aim nnd tho wind
and a clean, sweet spirit had inndo
her. It sho could bo brave, she could
bo afraid, too, especially for thosu sho
loved. Now torror hold her heart in
an Icy clutch. Sho did not decolvo
herself. Matt Prldo would take enro
her lover did not escape, nnd when
tho lime camo ho would snuff nut his
llfo ruthlessly.
"Don't you, Allle! Don't you take
on so!" Arno pleaded,
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't told
him you might havo slipped away, but
now"
"Ho shook his head. "No, I wouldn't
havo gone."
Tho girl roused herself. Tho eager
ness of hopo camo Into her eyes. "You
can get away by the Mai Pain trail.
IIo'll not think or that. Rldo hard and
you can reach the railroad tomorrow
night."
"And lenvo you hero?"
"What does that matter? I can Join
you later."
"No. I'm goiug to stay."
Her gazo read his thoughts. No man
under flro could run away from tho
woman ho loved and hold his self-respect.
It might bo an unequal battle,
but ho could not shirk It and Icavo her
alono to copo with this wolf. Face to
face with Pride, her lover had boon en
tirely inadequato to the situation be
cause his training had not fitted him
for it But she felt now a tightening
of his will, something In him indomit
able and dogged that would choose
death rather than disgrace. She loved
him for it Her spirit leaped to meet
hie
"We'll go together tonight as eoou
as It is dark." she whispered.
In the moonlight her eyes were
shining with resolution. He caught
her hands.
"You mean you'll go with me
leave your father."
"Ho doesn't need mo now he Is mar
ried again. Your way shall bo my
way, and your people my people."
She was In his arms, crying and
laughing hysterically. Joe knew that
ho could not deny her Imperious de
cision oven if ho had wished. Sho
would tuko tho desert trail with him
and share all his difficulties and dan
gers. They mado their preparations swift
ly nnd secretly. Tho canteens wero
filled nnd a ralr of saddlebags packed
with food. Alllo took nothing with
her except tho khaki riding suit she
wore. His watch showed eleven
o'clock when thoy stole out to tho cor
ral, saddled tho ponies Arne had run
up from tho pasture, and took tho long
trnll leading Into tho bad lands. Tho
llttlo valley which led down Into tho
desert had been by day a glowing
vlguctto of gold and riiBsot, but In tho
soft moonlight it wns toned to a cool,
silvery glamour only thn Southwest
can show. They rodo In silence, with
no sound savo tho occasional Jlnkllug
of a bit or the strike of a hoof on a
looso stone.
Tho valley descended into a long,
flat plain of cacttm nnd grensowood,
terminating In tho far distant dwarf
mountains that wero rooted wrathllko
at. tho horizon edge. Here, at tho
entrance to tho Mai Pals, they pulled
up an Instant
Alllo drew a long broath and spoko
eagerly. "Safe at last. Ho can novor
find tin In Mai PalH."
A low. sinister laugh mocked her,
and nt tho sound of It a cold fear
drenched tho heart of tho girl. Beforo
looking around sho know that tholr
enemy hail trapped them, had guessod
what thoy would do and forestalled
them. Ho wns sitting on tho bowlder
behind which ho must have been lying
when thoy passed, his evil triumphant
smllo framed in moonshine. Across his
knees n rldo lay negligently.
"Evening, friends. .Iiibi out for a
llttlo pnsear, I oxpenl."
"You devil!" iho boy cried passlon
aloly. Prldo looked nt him' without speak
ing. A volcanic rage boiled beneath
that still, contained manner of his. His
finger Itched to bo at tho trigger of his
Winchester.
"What aro you going to do with us?"
Alllo asked hopelessly.
"Going tn chaperoon you homo
ngaln, my dear. My IntentlonB as to
him havo been declared already."
They rodo back In frout of him, de
feated and despairing. To both of
them it seemed ho was of a power
more than mortal, an Irresistible forco
against, which it was no uso fighting.
No thought of rcslstauco occurred to
olthor of thorn, though Arne, too, was
nrmed with a rldo.
Prldo left Allle at her father's house,
lockod in her bedroom by Bud. whoso
mild ineffectiveness was for the mo
ment stimulated into something like
anger by tho elopement For Arne
the bad man had only one word be
fore he rode away
"You're being watched The passes
aro gunrded. Make another break and
you'll stay down In the Mai Palas for
good."
Tho ranchman's victory had beon a
barren one. He knew that to Allle
Oakle ho was only a hated Intruder.
Her every look had told that she loved
this Easterner who had not the sand
to stand up and fight for her. The cer
tainty of It seared Itself into his brain,
Hooded his Irresponsible mind with a
touch of blind madness. He pounded
furiously homeward, driven by a storm
of wild Je'alousy that obscured all
wisdom. Temporarily he was the cavo
man primeval, amonable only to the
law of the Jungle Tho old lust to kill
surged tremendously in him.
Pat to tho desiro enmo tho oppor
tunity. Into his little Irrigated field of
alfalfa a dozen cattle had broken. Ono
glance at tho brand showed him they
belonged to tho Apaches on tho reser
vation. It was tholr second offense,
and bis passion leaped the bounds of
reason. The rifle cracked again und
again. Boforo the magazine was emp
ty nine of the animals had fallen be
neath his sure aim.
Ho stood and stared nt tho havoc ho
had wrought, nt the awful wanton
thing ho had done. In tho cow coun
try cattlo aro sacred, and Ills fury had
massacred them wholesale
Even as he looked an Indian rodo
ovor the crest of tho hill. His Impns
flivo faco swept ovor tho flold and rest
ed on Pride.
"You pay?" ho Bald quietly.
Tho whlto man's nrroganco would
not submit, to being brought to task
by nn Indian. "Not by a damned sight.
They wore In my nlfnlfn."
"Running Cloud speaks ns a friend
and brothor, His people angry at Gray
Fox. ' Tholr wrong henp big. Let Grny
Fox pay."
Years before, fn the dnjs when he
waB a very young man, Prldo had been
takon Into blood brotherhood by tho
tribe. Thoy had called him Grny Fox,
and thn Imwl had been sealed by his
marrlagr iu on- of Mm voung women
of tho tribe Sho had died within tho
year. Tho young cowpunchor hnd
drifted back to hlB own raco nnd tho
tribal relationship had never hern ro
uowod. Running Cloud was reminding
him now that ho was subject to thn
common law governing tho tribe
"Not a redoont! Keep your cattlo off
my range!" tho rnnchcr retorted an
grily. "Let Gray Fox lako care, tot him
remember tho tribal law. Running
Cloud spenkH with no forked tongue."
Prldo knowing himself in tho
wroug, yloldcd to ono of IiIh ungovern
able ragos and turned his weapon up
on Runnnlng Cloud.
"Git, you d d Injun, or I'll pump
holes In you llko I did your cows."
Tho native wheeled hl pony and
dashed off. An hn disappeared over
tho hill ho flung up nn arm and Hhook
a closed hand at tho former squaw
man. Prldo's rlflo leaped to his shoul
der and covered Running Cloud. The
hammer fell harmlessly upon an emp
ty shell.
Au hour later Running Cloud car
ried his news Into tho sleeping camp
of tho Indians. Till gray dawn tho
chiefs took council round tho camp-
fire. Then the young men rose, know
ing what they had to do, and slipped
away silently on the trail.
All day they watched from the hllln
above the Pride ranch, themselves un
noticed. At sunset the owner of tho
ranch saddled his scarce broken
broncho and took the road for tho
agency. Signals flashed from hill to
hill The painted tribesmen slipped
down from draw and arroyo. Tho long
delayed vengeance of his blood broth
ers was closing in on Gray Fox.
All night and all day Alllo had gone
about with n mortal sickness In hor
face With the coming of morning
she had taken her place ns usual in the
store. Through the lagging hours she,
had sold canned goods and powder and
coffee, whllo all tho tlmo tho chill
dread of what was to como lay heavy
upon her aching heart. Not for n, mo
ment did sho doubt that Prldo would
keep his word. It was a boast of thn
man that ho novcr "rued back."
Her thoughts kept miserable com
pnny with those of hor lover. She had
pleaded with him to try and escapo In
to tho desert, but ho had steadily re
fused. Thero wns no hopo In him, but
the compulsion of his self-mspnct
would not let him run nwny.
Tho day, It seemed to her, would
never end. Yet when at last tho sua
slid down behind n crotch of tho hlllfl
it camo to her with a crash of tho
senses that tho hour was upon them-
Ah In a dream sho heard a volcn
outsldo cry, "Hero ho comes." saw her
lover reach for tho rifle ho scaroo
know how to lire, and -watched him
step to tho door. Sho woko from thn
ntghtmarn thnt had held her, nnd wlthu
a cry of horror ran forward.
No rlflo shot broko the stillness. Her
first sweeping glnnco saw only a rider
less horso galloping heavily down the
trail. Tho animal was saddled, anil
behind It pomothlng dragged and
bumped ovor tho rough path.
A vnquoro who had Just ridden up
gavo a startled cry, His lariat swept
forward nnd jerked to a halt tho la
boring horse Alllo saw that the ani
mal was stained with sweat nnd wild
with fright. Then her eyes traveled to
tho limp and horrible thing fastened
by rawhldo thongs to Its tall and tn
tho horn of tho saddle It was thn llfo
less body of a man.
Tho vnqtiero, knife in hand, ran for
wonl to cut tho ropes, hut ntopplnc
with a cry of recognition.
"My God' It's Matt!"
Tho truth flashed upon Alllo plclurn
after picture She saw tho man com
ing to keep his threatened tryst of re
venge, tho lurking Apaches, tho des
perate strugglo nnd capture. Her im
agination vlsloned him tied sllvn to tho
hnoln of his own wild horso, tho crazed
beast tearing down tho rough moun
tainside. Now, by some strnngo irony
of fate, tho broncho had brought itn
master to keep his appointment nt tho
very place and hour set for It. But tho
vcugeauco of tho Apaches had outrid
den his,
With a sobbing erj Allle covered bet
eyes and ran Into tho house. Out of a
gray haggard faco Arne looked down
upon tho enemy Frovldonon bad
snatched from his path. Ho wan still
trembling with tho nervous chill that
had been on him.
Oakle put n hand on his shoulder
"Wo'ro in luck. boy. If Matt had beeni
ullvo hn would havo got you llko ha
promised. It had to be jott on,hlm."
Carnations
And
Horse
By Joe Busche
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LMIRA ANN chanced
to be looking from
the window when
her father came
home. He carried
a bunch of white
carnations to pre
hent to mother, for
'it was Mothero'
Day. No one ever
that he had trudged long
in the dust back and forth
ys that tie monoy saved
res might be used, ctner-
Hadly, for his contribution
ceiemonles the family ln-
every Mothers' Day.
sons' old horso, head bent
'general air of depression
aim, stood beforo the door-
ion had stopped, patted the
fraternally and said to
Jo easy on him He's do-
He's old and tired."
be driver started without
lash of whip and Jerk at
mouth, father bad added
illy, "He's tired; he needs
It, Almira, who had been
silent thinking, asked her
pn pa nad bad a vacation
ft" mused mother "Well.
Iruly, I doubt If he'3 had
r married. 30 rears aeo.
ce back home That was
btber died. He was gone a
yful eort of a vacation.
ented Almira Ann.
i see " explained her raoth-
couiq seem to afford one.
Be anyway that he'd care
1 be back to his old home.
s too much,"
Inlngs later Almira man-
ng tne subject on her un-
"Tell me something," she urged,
"won't you, dad, about your old homo?
It must have been a mighty Interest
ing place, from the llttlo I've heard
about it."
Dad brightened visibly and Instan
taneously. Usually one of tho most si
lent of men, be became actually gar
rulous over the beauties and attrac
tions of his boyhood homo and sur
roundings. "You ought to go there some time
Sis." he said. "There's no place like
it, to my mind. There'n a brook run
ning through the meadow Just below
our old house Many'o the fine trout
I've caught there It flows into the
river halt a mile farther down the
glen. There's a jolly camping ground
at the bend in the river."
He paused a moment, smiling as bis
mind roamed through the old huunts,
and Almira could scarcely believe
this was her quiet, reticent, shy father
as he rambled on of birds and rab
bits and squirrels, of blackbirds shoot
ing through the masses of mountain
laurel; of the secrecy and the silence
of the still woodland ways; of the
wide meadows of buttercups, tho tan
gled masses of wild flowers, campion,
violets, starworts purple ground ivy
and hyacinths. He described a lake
where swallows at evening dipped and
circled and flashed over the dark sur
face He recalled travels through the
pine woods aud meetings under great
elms; and Almira listened, fascinated
and yet almost aghast, as she recog
nized the longing In the sudden ava
lanche of memories she bad, all un
wittingly, evoked.
She felt the hot tears of pity dim
ming her eyes Was this happy his
torian "father"? Father, who was
popularly presumed not to possess a
thought or desire In the world sep
arate from bis family and their nspi-
ing his oration? What was thlb he
was saying? That somtlmes at tho of
fice when business was dull he amus
ed himself by drawing pictures of the
old place and its haunts and that soma
time he would show them to his daugh
ter, since sho seemed so interested.
Almira investigated. She ascer
tained that to pay her father's fare
home and back and allow him money
enough to use tor odds and ends $60
would be needed. Sho herself bad $20,
saved by Infinite economy from her
small salary, and how gladly and free
ly she would have given it; but how to
realize the remainder? That was the
question. And father's vacation only
two weeks awayl He was already
mentioning various jobs of work
around home that he intended doing
while home, and no one said blm
"nay" He had always devoted that
fortnight to odd Jobs of painting, pa
pering, fixing up in general, and whv
not now"
But Almira, looking with opened
eyef, upon the gray hairs and wrin
kled brow of her patient father, was
somehow cruelly reminded of tho va
cation "He's homesick, too," she murmured,
"and I've simply got to find some way
to let him go "
The way came and in the nick of
time Its beginning was in a letter
from Aunt Almira Ann, for whom the
eager girl wore her quaint, old-fashioned
name.
'it read:
"Dear Niece Almira Ann You will
remember the case of books belonging
to roe in vour attic Do you mind go
ing through them and sending me
those with my name on their fly leaf?
The rest you may dispose of as you
choose Let me give you a hint,
though - Some of those old editions
ter find out. Whatever they bring is
yours. "Your loving aunt.
"ALMIRA ANN."
They wero of value. When Almira
bad disposed of them, to her grateful
wonder and joy, sho held a hundred
dollar bill in her hands. To ull tho
various suggestions offered an to Itn
Investment she turned deaf ears. The
night before his vacation began she
went to her father with the money.
"Dad," sho said softly, "wouldn't it
be simply great if you and I could go
out to your old homo and spend your
vacation going around to all the dear
old places? Tho trout stream, tho or
chaul whero the Northern Spies and
Pound Sweetfj grow, tho woods road
lined with mountain laurel, the picnic
gTounds and the pine groves; visit
the llttlo achoolhouse and"
Here she was Interrupted by her fa
ther. "Child, child." ho said nervous
ly; "aro you crazed?"
"Does this look llko it?" she answer
ed as sho placed tho wonderful talis
man In his trembling hands.
When ho tried to thauk his daughter
she puzzled him by remarking that ho
must not thank her, nut himself, Motb-t
ors' Day and Harrison's old whitn
horse.
And so father had his brief day oC
pleasuro and tho memories that wera
to sweeten all the possible bitterness
of future lite and strife; and whether
Almira, hor aunt, Harrison's horso or
his 'own unselfishness brought It
makes small difference
HATE men!" de
clared the girl In
brown, with vehem
ence "Goodness!" cried
the girl's best friend.
"Don't you know
that "hate' Is a fee
ble word' What's
the matter?"
"Oh. I don't want
to talk about men at all' I'd rather
discuss the old ladles' home or the
poorhouse or wherever It Is that I'll
decide to go when I grow old! One
thing I know my old age won't be
passed with Bob!"
Her friend turned sympathetic and
interested eyes toward her "Just tell
me whit happened aud cut out the
verbal frills," she said soothingly.
"Well, I don't believe In letting a
man think that he's the only pocslble
man In the world, do you? So when
Bob and I became engaged and I bad
been giving him my whole heart and
coul tor about three months, and ho
began to show signs of thinking that
I couldn't possibly care for any one
but him, I began to do some thinking
myself
"I can't imagine anything worse
A Few Things
you're absolutely crazy about him and
who hasn't a ghost of a fear you wonf
koep on loving blm all his life, no mat
ter what he does. When they're so
sure they're likely to lose interest in
you and to cease trying to please you
"So, when Bob got to throwing him
self down on the lounge and expect
ing me to read to him all evening, I
decided that the time for actlou had
come
"Last Saturday night Bob pulled out
a book, handed it to me, and, without
even a 'please," said. 'Read that '
"I took the book and it was an es
say! Now. If it had been any earthly
thing but an essay I might havo obey
ed him for it's awfully cozy to sit
and read aloud to Bob but principle
came first with me when I saw what
the book was
"I put the book down oa the table
and excused myself Then I ran into
my room and got my hat and coat on.
I fixed up just as nicely as possible, so
Bob would see that I looked attractive,
and then I went back to him
"I handed bis book to blm and told
him that he'd have to read It himself
that evening He was welcome to lie
there in front of the grate and read
as long as he wished, I said, but Fred
and try his new motor car and I'd
promised to take a ride of an hour or
two. I told Bob that I was Just dying
for a good ride It had been so long
since I'd had one! You see, he had
been too lazy to bring his car and had
just left It in the garage every tingle
evening!
"Bob didn't 6ay anything Just nod
ded carelessly. So I left.
"I had planned to run down to the
drug store and telephone Fred's sister
to call tor me and take me out riding
for a few minutes. Then I Intended to
come right back and pass the rest of
the evening with Bob It would teach
him a lesson, I thought, and the result
would be that he'd consider my com
fort thenceforth as well as bis own
"It was a splendid plan, but It didn't
work. The instant I left the house
Bob 'phoned Fred's sister. He told
her that I'd gone out for a ride and
that he'd like to pass the evening
with her. Of course the little snip
Jumped at the chance and away he
went!
"When I 'phoned her a minute or
two later she said very coolly that she
expected a caller and wouldn't be able
to come for tie and that Fred was
was lonely for Bob! Finally I decided
to hurry back and confess everything
and have a grand reconciliation and
pass a lovely evening with Bob at
home Thero didn't seem any alterna
tive, anyway
"When I got home with all ray no
ble Intentions Boh hadn't cared
onough for me to wait even ten min
utes. He had gone over to that girl's
house. It shows how much he cares!
I hate men!
"He's coming tonieht But I wont
make up not until l tell him a few
things"
Wasted Effort,
Said a lady who lived out in Manltou;
"1 can sing and I play the placo. too
It's as easy as pie,
But as hard as I try
I just can't teach my young slstsr
Anna to" si
put of town!
Changed his Mind.
"Do you think the motor-car baa
come to stay?" asked one man ot his
neighbor
"Well," replied the other, "there
wan nnn out in front nt mv hmu, in.
day which I thought had; but thay got
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