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The Wingham Times, 1908-07-09, Page 5J THE WINGH,AM TIMM, JULY 9 1908 'of little fancies and notions that had remained in the inner shrine of her soul for years, shrinking from the mat- ter-of-fact eye of Fairfield; yet this 'big, ferocious boning Cousin Will seemed to find them both sane and in- teresting, and an her self respect went up in the arithmetical her admiration for Cousin Will went up in the geo- metrical ratio. Ile frankly admitted weaknesses and fears that the males •of Fairfield would have rejected ;scornfully. Miss Mattle spoke of sleeping, up- etairs, because she could not rid herself of the fear of somebody com- ing in. "I know just how you feel about that," said Red. "My hair used" Eo be on its feet most of the time when we were In the stay camp at the lake beds. Gee whiz! The rattlers! We put hair ropes around—but them rattlers liked to squirm over hair ropes for exercise. One morning I woke up and there was a crawler on my chest. 'For God's sake, Pete!' says I to Antelope Pete, who was rolled up uext me, 'come take my friend away!' and I didn't holler very loud neither. Pete was chain lightning in pants, and he grabs Mr. Rattler by the tail and snaps his neck, but I felt lonesome in my inside till dinner time. You bet! I know just how you feel exactly. I didn't have a man's sized night's rest while we was iu that part of the country." It struck Miss Mattie that the cases -were hardly parallel. "A rattlesnake •on your chest, Will!" she cried, with her hands clasped in terror. "Oh, it wasn't as bad as it solrnds. 'He was asleep, coiled up there to get warm—sharpish nights ou the prairie in August—but darn it, Mattie," wrin- kling up his nose in disgust, "I hate the sight of the brutes!" "But you wouldn't be afraid of man, Will!" "Well, no," admitted he. "I've nev er been troubled much that way. Tot see, everybody has a diffcreut fear tc throw a crimp iu them. Mine's rattle snakes and these little bugs with forts million pairs of legs. I pass right out when I see one of them things. They give me a feeling as if my stummicli had melted." "Weren't the Indians terrible out there, too?" asked Bliss Mattie. "I'na { (sure they must have been." ",Oh, they ain't back people if you 'else 'em right," said Red. "Not that I like 'em any better on the ground than in it," he ached hastily, fearful of betraying the sentlinent of his •country,' "but I never had but one real argument man to man. Black Wolt and I come together over a matter of who owned my cayuse, and from words we backed off and got to shoot- ing. Ile raked me from knee to hip, as I was kneeling down, doing the best I could by him and wasting ammuni• tion because I was in a hurry. Still, I did bust his ankle. In the middle of the fuss a stray shot hit the cayuse in the head, aid he croaked without a remark, so there we were, a pair of fools miles from home with nothing left to quarrel about! You could have fried an egg on a rock that day, and it always makes you thirsty to get shot itnyways serious, thinking of which 1 hollered peace to old Black Wolf and told him I'd pull straws with him to see who took my canteen down to the creek and got some fresh water. Ile was agreeable and we hunched tip to each other. It ain't to my credit to say it, but I was worse hurt than that • Injun, so I worked him. IIe got the short straw, and had to crawl a mile • through cactus, while I sat comforta• ble on the cause of the disagreement 'and yelled to him that he Looked like a badger and other things that an In• jun wouldn't feel was a compliment." 'Iced leaned back and roared. "I can see him now putting his hands down 'so careful and turning back every ' once in awhile to cuss 'me. Turned out that it was his cayuse too. Feller that sold it to me had stole it from him. I oughtn't to laugh over it, but I can't Course of a Cold FROM IIEAD TO LUNGS a The usual course of a cold is from head to throat and thence by way of the bronchial tubes to the lungs. At the various stages it is known by different names, but you can be certain of Dr. Chase'sSyrup y S ru of Linseed and Turpentine soothing and healing the raw and inflamed membranes, allaying inflammation, aiding expectoration and positively overcoming the cold. Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine Far from being a there cough remedy this great prescription has a thorough and far reaching effect on the whole system and while it keeps the cough loose and free, it positively tures colds and affections of the throat and lungs, 25 cents a bottle, at all dealers or Edmonton, Bates & Co„ Toronto. Mr.. J. Provost Renfrew, Ont., statest I Our fourteen-yeer.old boy had such a severe cold on the lungs we thought he was going to die. Two bottles of Dr. Chases Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine made a . complete cute, and we believe towed his life." help but snicker -when I think hone 1 did that Injuu" Generally speaking, Miss Mattie bad a lively sense of humor, but the joke of this was lost on her. Her educa- tion had been that getting shot was far from funny. "Why, I should have thought you would have died, Will!" "What! Icor a little crack in the leg?" cried Red, with some impatience. "You people must quit easy in this country. Die nothin'. One of our boys came along and took us to camp, and we was up and doing again in no time. 'Course, Black Wolf has a game leg for good, but the worst that's stuck to me is a yank or two of rheu- matism in the rainy season. I paid Wolf for his cayuse," he finished shamefacedly. "I had the laugh on him anyhow." Miss Mattie told him sli`e thought that was noble of him, which tribute Red took as medicine and shifted the subject with speed to practical affairs. He asked Miss Mattle how much mon- ey she had and how she managed to make out. Now, it was one of the canons of good manners in Fairfield not to speak of material matters, per- haps because there was so little ma- terial matter in the community, but Miss Mattie, doomed to a thousand irksome petty economies, had often longed for a sympathetic ear to pour into it a good honest complaint of hat- ing to do this and that. She could not exactly go this far with Cousin Will, but she could say it was pretty hard to get along and gave some details. She felt that she knew him so very well in those few hours! Red heard with nods of assent. He had scented the conditions at once. "It ain't any fun skidding on the thin ice," said he when they had con- cluded the talk. "I've had to count the beans I put in the pot, and it made me hate arithmetic worse than when I went over yonder to school. Well,' them days have gone by for you, Mat- tie." IIe reached down and, pulling; out a green roll, slapped it on the cen- ter table. "Blow that in and limber up and remember that there's more' behind it." „' Miss Mattie's pride rose at a Ieap. "Will;" she said, "I hope you don't think I've told you this to get money from you." He leaned forward, put his hand on her shoulder and held her eyes with a sudden access of sternness and au--' thority. • . "And I hope, Mattie," said he, "that you don't think that I think anything of the kind." ' The cousins stared into each other's eyes for a full minute; then Miss Met- tle spoke. "No, Will," said she, "I' don't believe you do." nee' "I shouldn't think I did," retorted Red. "What in thunder would I do With all that money? Why, good' Lord, girl, I could paper your house' With $10 bills! Now you try to fl$ them green kites, like I tell you." Miss Mattie broke down. The not fol-, ly realized strain of fifteen years had Made itself felt when the cord 'snap- ped. "I don't know how to thank you. I don't know what to say. Oh, Wil• !lam, it seems too good to be true!" "What you crying about, Mattie?" laid he, in sore distress. "Now hold but Listen to me a minute! There's tomething I want you to do for me" "What is it?" she asked, drying her Lyes. "For dinner tomorrow," he replied, ''Iet's have a roast of beef about that tize," indicating a washtub. The diversion was complete. • "Why, Will! What would we ever Io with it?" said she. "Do with it? Why, eat iti" "But we couldn't eat all thatl" , "Then throw what's left to the cats. You ain't going to fall down on me the first favor I ask?" with mock seri ousness. "You shall have the roast of beef, Tears to me that you're fond of your stomach, Will," said Miss Mattle, with a recovering smile. "I have a good stomach that's a1• ways done the right thing by me when I've done the right thing by it," said Red. "And, moreover, just look at the constitution I have to support. But say, old lady, look at that!" pointing to the clock. "Eleven -thirty; time de- cent people were putting up for the night" The words brought to an acute stage a wandering fear which had passed through Miss Mattie's mind at inter- I t•als during the evening. Where was .ho to look for sleeping accommoda- I tions for a man? She revolted against a the convention that in her own mind as wen as the rest of Fairfield forbade t , the use of her house for the purpose.; Long habit of thought had made these niceties constitutional. It was almost as difficult for Miss Mattie to say "I'll fie up your bed right been on the sofa" AS it would have been for Eed to t ' pick a man's pocket, yet when she thought of itis instant and open gen•" erosity and What' a dismal return therefor It would be to thrust hien out for reasons which she divined would have no meaning for him, she heroical' ly resolved to throw Custom to the winds and speak. • " But the MD:lenity Wall Cut in another 7 fashion. "There's a little barn In the back- yard that caught my eye," said Red, "and if you'll lend me a blanket I'll roll it out there," "Sleep in the barn! You'll not do any suck thing!" cried Miss 1llattie. "You'll sleep right here on the sofa or upstairs in my bed, just as you choose." "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not. So help me Bob, I'd smother in here. Had, the darnedest time coming on that ever was—hotels. Little white rooms with the walls coming in on you. Worse than rattlesnakes for keep- ing n man awake. Reminds me of the hospital. horse fell on me once mad smashed ine up so that I hqd to be sent to get puttied up again, and I never 'struck such a month as that since I was born. The doe told me I mustn't move, but I told him I'd chuck: him out of the window if he tried to stop me, and up I got. I'd have gone dead sure if they'd held me a week more. I speak for the barn, Mattie, and I speak real loud; that is, I mean to say I'm going to sleep in the barn, unless there's somebody a heap larger than you on the premises. Now, there's no use for you to talk—I'm going to de just as I say." "Well, I think that's just dreadful!" said Miss Mattle. "I'd. like to know what folks will think of me to hear I turned my own cousin out In the barn," IIer voice trailed off a little at the end as the gist of what they might say if he stayed in the house oc- curred to her. ""Well," she coutinued, "If you're set 1 suppose I can't object." Miss Mattle was not a good hand at playing a part. "I'm set," said Red. "Get me a blanket." As she came In witb this he added, "Say, Mattie, could you let me have a loaf of bread? I've got a habit of wanting something to eat in the middle of the night" "Certainly! Don't you want some butter with it? here, I'll fix it for you on a plate." "No, don't waste dish washing, I'll show you how to fix it." He cut the loaf of bread in half, pulled out a por- tion of the soft part and filled the hole with butter. "There we are, and nothing to bother with afterward." "That's a right smart notion, Will, but you'll want a knife." In answer he drew out a leather case from his breast pocket and opened it. Miss Hattie stood in the half opened door and listened. Within was knife, fork, spoon and two flat boxes for salt and pepper. "You see, I'm fixed," said he. "Isn't that a cute trick?" she cried admiringly. "You're ready for most anything." "Sure," said Red. "Now, good night, old lady." He bent down in so nat- ural a fashion that Miss Mattie bad kissed him before she knew what she was going to do. Down to the barn, through the soft June evening, went Red, whistling a Mexican love song most melodiously. Miss Mattie stood in the half opened door and listened. Without was balm and starlight, and the spirit of flowers breathed out in odors. The quaint and preentne ane r•)ee nnei _fell, quavered._. fitted along as it listed without re- gard for law and order. It struck Miss Mattie to the heart. Her girlhood, with its misty dreams of happiness, came back to her on the wings of music. "Isn't that a sweet tune?" she said, with a lump in her throat. She went up into her room and sat down a moment in confusion, trying to grasp the reality of all that had hap- pened. In the middle of the belief that these things were not so came the regret of a sensitive mind for errors committed. She remembered, with a sudden sinking, that she had hot thank- ed him for the necklace. And the mon- ey lay even now on the parlor table where he had cast it! This added the physical fear of thieves. Down she went and got the money, counted out, to her unmitigated astonishment, $n00 and thrust it beneath her pillow, with a shiver. She wished she had thought to tell him to take care of it. But sup- pose the thieves were to fan on him as he Slept? Red's friends would have spent their sympathy on the thieves. She rejoiced that the money was where it was. Then she tried to re - Member what she had said.throughout the evening. "Well, I suppose I must have acted like a ninny," site concluded. "But isn't he just splendid!" And as Cousin Will's handsome face, with its daring, kind eyes, canoe to her vision -she felt Comforted. "I don't believe but what Ito°lk make every allowance for how I ' excited I was," said she. "Ine seems to understand, those things for all he's such a large -man. Web, it doesn't seem as if it cpuld be true." With a half sigh, bliss Mattie knelt and sent up her modest petition to her Maker and •got into her little white bed. ' In the meantime Red's actions would have awakened suspicion, Ile hunted around until he found a fin can, then lit a match and rummaged the baro amici terror stricken squawks from the inhabitants, the hens, "One, two, three, four," he counted. "Reckon I can last out till morning ou that. Mattle, site's white people—just the nicest I ever saw—but site ain't used to providing for a full grown man," He stepped to the back of the barn and looked about him. "Nobody can see me from here," he said In satis- faction. Then he scraped together a pile of chips and sticks and built a fire, filled the tin can at the brook, sat it on two stones over the fire, tolled himself a cigarette and waited. A. large, yellow tomcat came out of the brush and threw his green headlights on him, meaowing tentatively. 1 "hello, pussy!" said Red. "You hun- gry too? 'Well, just wait a minute and 1 we'll help that feeling. Like bread, pussy?" The cat gobbled the morsel greedily, came closer and begged for more. The tin can boiled over. Red ' popped the eggs in, puffed his ciga- rette to a bright coal and looked at his watch by the light. "Gee! Ten min- utes more now!" said he. "Iiardly seems to me as if I could wait." He pulled the watch out several times, "What's the matter with the d—n thing? I believe it's stopped," he growled. But at last "Time!" he shouted gleefully, kicked the can over and gathered up its treasures in his handkerchief. I "Now, Mr. Cat, • we're going to do some real eating," said he. "Just sit right down and make yourself at home. This is kind of fun, by Jinks!" Down went the eggs, and down went the loaf of bread iu generous slices, never forgetting a fair share for the cat 1 "Woosh! I feel better!" -cried Red. "And now for some sleep." IIe swung up itfto the hayloft, spread the blan- ket on the still fragrant old hay and rolled himself up in a trice. "I did a good turn when I came on here," he mused. "If I have got only one relation, she's a dancly—so pretty and quiet' and nice. She's a marker for all I've got, is Mattie." The cat came .up, purring and "mak- ing bread." He suiffecl feline fashion at Red's face. "Fool Shoo! Go 'way, pussy! Set- " tle yourself down and we'll pound our ear for another forty miles. I like you first rate when you don't walk on my face." He stretched and yawned enor- mously. "Yes, sir, Mattie's all right!" said he. "A -a -a-11 ri"— And Chanty. Seechee Red was in the land of dreams. Here, back in God's country, within twenty miles of the place where he was born, the wanderer laid him down again, and in spite of raid and foray, whisky and poker cards, wear and tear, hard times and, hardest test of all, sudden fortune, he was much the ' same impulsive, honest, generous, devil-may-care boy who had left there twenty-four years ago. _neeeaen „Gill PTl%IV t �- .r-- LIE r_EIE next morning when fled awoke arrows of gold were shooting through the holes in the olct barn, and outside the bird life, the twittering and chirping, the fluent whistle and the warble, the " cackle and the pompous crow, were in full chorus. "Where am I at this time?" said he es he took in the view. "Oh, I re- member!" and his heart leaped. "I'm In my own home, by the Lord!" He went down to the brook and washed, drying hands and face on the e silk neckerchief, which is meant for use as well as for decoration. In the meantime Miss Mettle hal awakened with a sense of something delightful at hand, the meaning of 'which escaped her for the time. And . then she remembered and sprang out of bed like a girl. She went to the window, threw open the shutters and let the stirring morning air flow in, This had been her habit for a long time. The window faced away from the road, and no one could see who was not on Miss Mattle's own prem- ises. But this morning Rod had wandered aro•and. Stopping at the rosebushes. he picked a rose. "That has the real old time smell." he said as he held it to his noise. "Sweetbriers are good, and I dou't'go back on 'ern, but they ain't got the tram these fellers leave." Bud in hand, he walked beneath Miss Mettle's windows, and he eves the first thing her eye fell upon. Her startled exclamation made him look up before she had time to with- draw. "Hello, there!" he called joyfully. "Ilow do you open up this day? You look pretty web!" he added, with a note of admiration. Miss Mattle had the wavy hair which is never in better order than when left to its own de- vices. Her idea of coiffure was not the, most becoming that Could have been selected, as she felt that a "young" style of hairdressing was foolish for a single woman of her years. Now, with the pretty soft hair flying, her eyes still humid with sleep and a touch of color in her face from the surprise, relieved against the fleecy shawl she had thrown about her shoul- ders, she was incontestably both a die. erect and pretty picture. Yet Miss Mattie could not forget the bare feet and nightgown, although they were hidden from masculine eyes by wood and plaster, :end she was embarrassed. Still, with all the supersensitive fan- cies, Miss ?tattle had a strong back• bone of New England common'Sense, Site answered that site felt very swell indeed and, to cover any awkwar`l- ness, inquired what he had in his. hand. "Good old rose," replied lied. "Old time smeller—better suited to you than to me—ketch!" At the word he tossed It, and Miss Mattle caught it dexterously, Red had .:n exceedingly keen eye for some things, and be noticed the certainty of the action. IIe hated fumblers. "A person can do things right if they've gut minds that work," was one of his pet sayings. "'Taint the muscles at all; it's in the head, and I like the kind of head that's in use all the time." Therefore this small affair made an impression on him. "Why, you could be a baseball play er," said he. "I used to play with Joe when I was n girl," said Miss Mattie, smiling, "I always Liked boys' play better than I did girls'. Joe taught me stow to throw a ball too. IIe said he wouldn't play with me unless I learned not to 'scoop it,' girl fashion. I suppose you will be wanting breakfast." There was a hint of sarcasm in the doubt of the inquiry. "That's what I do," said Red. "You west just hustle down and get things to boiling or I'll throw bricks through. the windows. I've been up for the last two hours," "Why, I don't believe it!" said Miss Mattle. "No more do I, but it seems like it," replied Ited. "Don't you want the fire started? Come down and open up the hon:,e." When Miss Mattie appeared at the door in he strode with an armful of wood, dropping it, man fashion, crash, on the floor. "Skip out of the way," said he. "I'11 show you how to ituild a fire." The early morning had been the most desolate time to Miss Mattie. As the day warmed up the feeling of loneli- ness vanished, perhaps to return at evening, but not then with the same absoluteness as when she walked about the kitchen to the echo of her own footsteps in the morning. Now the slamming and the banging which accompanied Red's energetic ac- tions rang in her ears most cheerily. Site evcu found a relish in the smoth- ered oath that heralded the thrust of a splinter in his finger. It was very wicked, but it was also very much alive. Red "Now arose and dusted off his knees. we're off!" he said as the fire began to roar. "What's next?" "If you'd grind the coffee, Will?" she suggested. "Sure! Where's the hand organ?" IIe put the twill between his knees •and converted the beans to powder to the tune of "Old Dog Tray" ray" through his nose, which Miss Mattie found very amusing. She measured out the coffee, one spoonful for each cup and one for the pot. Iled watched her patiently, and when she had flnished he threw in, the rest of the contents of the mill drawer. "I like it fairly strong," said he in explanation. "Now, Will!" protested Miss Mattie. "took at you! That will be as bitter as boneset!"• • "Thin het; tip - with milk and she'll be all right," replied Red. "Wells,»ch wa t47fuJ ways I never did see. Nobody'd think fou were a day over fifteen." "I'm not," said Red stoutly, "and," catching her chin in his hand and turn- ing her face up toward him, "nobody'd put your score much higher than that neither if they trusted to their eyes this morning." The compliment hit so tender a place that Miss Mattie lacked the resolution to tear it out; besides, it was so hon- est that it sounded much less like a compliment than a plain statement of fact. She bent hastily over the fire. "I'm glad I look young, Will," she said softly. j • "So'm I!" he assented heartily. "What's the sense in being old, any- how? I'm as limber and good for myself as ever I was in spite of my forty years." "You're not forty years old!" ex- claimed Miss Mattie. "You're joking." "Nary joke—forty round trips from flying snow to roses since I hit land, Mattie—why, you were only a little girl when I left here—don't you re- member? You and your folks came to see us the week before I left. 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PHILLIPS L+ COMPANY 'of little fancies and notions that had remained in the inner shrine of her soul for years, shrinking from the mat- ter-of-fact eye of Fairfield; yet this 'big, ferocious boning Cousin Will seemed to find them both sane and in- teresting, and an her self respect went up in the arithmetical her admiration for Cousin Will went up in the geo- metrical ratio. Ile frankly admitted weaknesses and fears that the males •of Fairfield would have rejected ;scornfully. Miss Mattle spoke of sleeping, up- etairs, because she could not rid herself of the fear of somebody com- ing in. "I know just how you feel about that," said Red. "My hair used" Eo be on its feet most of the time when we were In the stay camp at the lake beds. Gee whiz! The rattlers! We put hair ropes around—but them rattlers liked to squirm over hair ropes for exercise. One morning I woke up and there was a crawler on my chest. 'For God's sake, Pete!' says I to Antelope Pete, who was rolled up uext me, 'come take my friend away!' and I didn't holler very loud neither. Pete was chain lightning in pants, and he grabs Mr. Rattler by the tail and snaps his neck, but I felt lonesome in my inside till dinner time. You bet! I know just how you feel exactly. I didn't have a man's sized night's rest while we was iu that part of the country." It struck Miss Mattie that the cases -were hardly parallel. "A rattlesnake •on your chest, Will!" she cried, with her hands clasped in terror. "Oh, it wasn't as bad as it solrnds. 'He was asleep, coiled up there to get warm—sharpish nights ou the prairie in August—but darn it, Mattie," wrin- kling up his nose in disgust, "I hate the sight of the brutes!" "But you wouldn't be afraid of man, Will!" "Well, no," admitted he. "I've nev er been troubled much that way. Tot see, everybody has a diffcreut fear tc throw a crimp iu them. Mine's rattle snakes and these little bugs with forts million pairs of legs. I pass right out when I see one of them things. They give me a feeling as if my stummicli had melted." "Weren't the Indians terrible out there, too?" asked Bliss Mattie. "I'na { (sure they must have been." ",Oh, they ain't back people if you 'else 'em right," said Red. "Not that I like 'em any better on the ground than in it," he ached hastily, fearful of betraying the sentlinent of his •country,' "but I never had but one real argument man to man. Black Wolt and I come together over a matter of who owned my cayuse, and from words we backed off and got to shoot- ing. Ile raked me from knee to hip, as I was kneeling down, doing the best I could by him and wasting ammuni• tion because I was in a hurry. Still, I did bust his ankle. In the middle of the fuss a stray shot hit the cayuse in the head, aid he croaked without a remark, so there we were, a pair of fools miles from home with nothing left to quarrel about! You could have fried an egg on a rock that day, and it always makes you thirsty to get shot itnyways serious, thinking of which 1 hollered peace to old Black Wolf and told him I'd pull straws with him to see who took my canteen down to the creek and got some fresh water. Ile was agreeable and we hunched tip to each other. It ain't to my credit to say it, but I was worse hurt than that • Injun, so I worked him. IIe got the short straw, and had to crawl a mile • through cactus, while I sat comforta• ble on the cause of the disagreement 'and yelled to him that he Looked like a badger and other things that an In• jun wouldn't feel was a compliment." 'Iced leaned back and roared. "I can see him now putting his hands down 'so careful and turning back every ' once in awhile to cuss 'me. Turned out that it was his cayuse too. Feller that sold it to me had stole it from him. I oughtn't to laugh over it, but I can't Course of a Cold FROM IIEAD TO LUNGS a The usual course of a cold is from head to throat and thence by way of the bronchial tubes to the lungs. At the various stages it is known by different names, but you can be certain of Dr. Chase'sSyrup y S ru of Linseed and Turpentine soothing and healing the raw and inflamed membranes, allaying inflammation, aiding expectoration and positively overcoming the cold. Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine Far from being a there cough remedy this great prescription has a thorough and far reaching effect on the whole system and while it keeps the cough loose and free, it positively tures colds and affections of the throat and lungs, 25 cents a bottle, at all dealers or Edmonton, Bates & Co„ Toronto. Mr.. J. Provost Renfrew, Ont., statest I Our fourteen-yeer.old boy had such a severe cold on the lungs we thought he was going to die. Two bottles of Dr. Chases Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine made a . complete cute, and we believe towed his life." help but snicker -when I think hone 1 did that Injuu" Generally speaking, Miss Mattie bad a lively sense of humor, but the joke of this was lost on her. Her educa- tion had been that getting shot was far from funny. "Why, I should have thought you would have died, Will!" "What! Icor a little crack in the leg?" cried Red, with some impatience. "You people must quit easy in this country. Die nothin'. One of our boys came along and took us to camp, and we was up and doing again in no time. 'Course, Black Wolf has a game leg for good, but the worst that's stuck to me is a yank or two of rheu- matism in the rainy season. I paid Wolf for his cayuse," he finished shamefacedly. "I had the laugh on him anyhow." Miss Mattie told him sli`e thought that was noble of him, which tribute Red took as medicine and shifted the subject with speed to practical affairs. He asked Miss Mattle how much mon- ey she had and how she managed to make out. Now, it was one of the canons of good manners in Fairfield not to speak of material matters, per- haps because there was so little ma- terial matter in the community, but Miss Mattie, doomed to a thousand irksome petty economies, had often longed for a sympathetic ear to pour into it a good honest complaint of hat- ing to do this and that. She could not exactly go this far with Cousin Will, but she could say it was pretty hard to get along and gave some details. She felt that she knew him so very well in those few hours! Red heard with nods of assent. He had scented the conditions at once. "It ain't any fun skidding on the thin ice," said he when they had con- cluded the talk. "I've had to count the beans I put in the pot, and it made me hate arithmetic worse than when I went over yonder to school. Well,' them days have gone by for you, Mat- tie." IIe reached down and, pulling; out a green roll, slapped it on the cen- ter table. "Blow that in and limber up and remember that there's more' behind it." „' Miss Mattie's pride rose at a Ieap. "Will;" she said, "I hope you don't think I've told you this to get money from you." He leaned forward, put his hand on her shoulder and held her eyes with a sudden access of sternness and au--' thority. • . "And I hope, Mattie," said he, "that you don't think that I think anything of the kind." ' The cousins stared into each other's eyes for a full minute; then Miss Met- tle spoke. "No, Will," said she, "I' don't believe you do." nee' "I shouldn't think I did," retorted Red. "What in thunder would I do With all that money? Why, good' Lord, girl, I could paper your house' With $10 bills! Now you try to fl$ them green kites, like I tell you." Miss Mattie broke down. The not fol-, ly realized strain of fifteen years had Made itself felt when the cord 'snap- ped. "I don't know how to thank you. I don't know what to say. Oh, Wil• !lam, it seems too good to be true!" "What you crying about, Mattie?" laid he, in sore distress. "Now hold but Listen to me a minute! There's tomething I want you to do for me" "What is it?" she asked, drying her Lyes. "For dinner tomorrow," he replied, ''Iet's have a roast of beef about that tize," indicating a washtub. The diversion was complete. • "Why, Will! What would we ever Io with it?" said she. "Do with it? Why, eat iti" "But we couldn't eat all thatl" , "Then throw what's left to the cats. You ain't going to fall down on me the first favor I ask?" with mock seri ousness. "You shall have the roast of beef, Tears to me that you're fond of your stomach, Will," said Miss Mattle, with a recovering smile. "I have a good stomach that's a1• ways done the right thing by me when I've done the right thing by it," said Red. "And, moreover, just look at the constitution I have to support. But say, old lady, look at that!" pointing to the clock. "Eleven -thirty; time de- cent people were putting up for the night" The words brought to an acute stage a wandering fear which had passed through Miss Mattie's mind at inter- I t•als during the evening. Where was .ho to look for sleeping accommoda- I tions for a man? She revolted against a the convention that in her own mind as wen as the rest of Fairfield forbade t , the use of her house for the purpose.; Long habit of thought had made these niceties constitutional. It was almost as difficult for Miss Mattie to say "I'll fie up your bed right been on the sofa" AS it would have been for Eed to t ' pick a man's pocket, yet when she thought of itis instant and open gen•" erosity and What' a dismal return therefor It would be to thrust hien out for reasons which she divined would have no meaning for him, she heroical' ly resolved to throw Custom to the winds and speak. • " But the MD:lenity Wall Cut in another 7 fashion. "There's a little barn In the back- yard that caught my eye," said Red, "and if you'll lend me a blanket I'll roll it out there," "Sleep in the barn! You'll not do any suck thing!" cried Miss 1llattie. "You'll sleep right here on the sofa or upstairs in my bed, just as you choose." "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not. So help me Bob, I'd smother in here. Had, the darnedest time coming on that ever was—hotels. Little white rooms with the walls coming in on you. Worse than rattlesnakes for keep- ing n man awake. Reminds me of the hospital. horse fell on me once mad smashed ine up so that I hqd to be sent to get puttied up again, and I never 'struck such a month as that since I was born. The doe told me I mustn't move, but I told him I'd chuck: him out of the window if he tried to stop me, and up I got. I'd have gone dead sure if they'd held me a week more. I speak for the barn, Mattie, and I speak real loud; that is, I mean to say I'm going to sleep in the barn, unless there's somebody a heap larger than you on the premises. Now, there's no use for you to talk—I'm going to de just as I say." "Well, I think that's just dreadful!" said Miss Mattle. "I'd. like to know what folks will think of me to hear I turned my own cousin out In the barn," IIer voice trailed off a little at the end as the gist of what they might say if he stayed in the house oc- curred to her. ""Well," she coutinued, "If you're set 1 suppose I can't object." Miss Mattle was not a good hand at playing a part. "I'm set," said Red. "Get me a blanket." As she came In witb this he added, "Say, Mattie, could you let me have a loaf of bread? I've got a habit of wanting something to eat in the middle of the night" "Certainly! Don't you want some butter with it? here, I'll fix it for you on a plate." "No, don't waste dish washing, I'll show you how to fix it." He cut the loaf of bread in half, pulled out a por- tion of the soft part and filled the hole with butter. "There we are, and nothing to bother with afterward." "That's a right smart notion, Will, but you'll want a knife." In answer he drew out a leather case from his breast pocket and opened it. Miss Hattie stood in the half opened door and listened. Within was knife, fork, spoon and two flat boxes for salt and pepper. "You see, I'm fixed," said he. "Isn't that a cute trick?" she cried admiringly. "You're ready for most anything." "Sure," said Red. "Now, good night, old lady." He bent down in so nat- ural a fashion that Miss Mattie bad kissed him before she knew what she was going to do. Down to the barn, through the soft June evening, went Red, whistling a Mexican love song most melodiously. Miss Mattie stood in the half opened door and listened. Without was balm and starlight, and the spirit of flowers breathed out in odors. The quaint and preentne ane r•)ee nnei _fell, quavered._. fitted along as it listed without re- gard for law and order. It struck Miss Mattie to the heart. Her girlhood, with its misty dreams of happiness, came back to her on the wings of music. "Isn't that a sweet tune?" she said, with a lump in her throat. She went up into her room and sat down a moment in confusion, trying to grasp the reality of all that had hap- pened. In the middle of the belief that these things were not so came the regret of a sensitive mind for errors committed. She remembered, with a sudden sinking, that she had hot thank- ed him for the necklace. And the mon- ey lay even now on the parlor table where he had cast it! This added the physical fear of thieves. Down she went and got the money, counted out, to her unmitigated astonishment, $n00 and thrust it beneath her pillow, with a shiver. She wished she had thought to tell him to take care of it. But sup- pose the thieves were to fan on him as he Slept? Red's friends would have spent their sympathy on the thieves. She rejoiced that the money was where it was. Then she tried to re - Member what she had said.throughout the evening. "Well, I suppose I must have acted like a ninny," site concluded. "But isn't he just splendid!" And as Cousin Will's handsome face, with its daring, kind eyes, canoe to her vision -she felt Comforted. "I don't believe but what Ito°lk make every allowance for how I ' excited I was," said she. "Ine seems to understand, those things for all he's such a large -man. Web, it doesn't seem as if it cpuld be true." With a half sigh, bliss Mattie knelt and sent up her modest petition to her Maker and •got into her little white bed. ' In the meantime Red's actions would have awakened suspicion, Ile hunted around until he found a fin can, then lit a match and rummaged the baro amici terror stricken squawks from the inhabitants, the hens, "One, two, three, four," he counted. "Reckon I can last out till morning ou that. Mattle, site's white people—just the nicest I ever saw—but site ain't used to providing for a full grown man," He stepped to the back of the barn and looked about him. "Nobody can see me from here," he said In satis- faction. Then he scraped together a pile of chips and sticks and built a fire, filled the tin can at the brook, sat it on two stones over the fire, tolled himself a cigarette and waited. A. large, yellow tomcat came out of the brush and threw his green headlights on him, meaowing tentatively. 1 "hello, pussy!" said Red. "You hun- gry too? 'Well, just wait a minute and 1 we'll help that feeling. Like bread, pussy?" The cat gobbled the morsel greedily, came closer and begged for more. The tin can boiled over. Red ' popped the eggs in, puffed his ciga- rette to a bright coal and looked at his watch by the light. "Gee! Ten min- utes more now!" said he. "Iiardly seems to me as if I could wait." He pulled the watch out several times, "What's the matter with the d—n thing? I believe it's stopped," he growled. But at last "Time!" he shouted gleefully, kicked the can over and gathered up its treasures in his handkerchief. I "Now, Mr. Cat, • we're going to do some real eating," said he. "Just sit right down and make yourself at home. This is kind of fun, by Jinks!" Down went the eggs, and down went the loaf of bread iu generous slices, never forgetting a fair share for the cat 1 "Woosh! I feel better!" -cried Red. "And now for some sleep." IIe swung up itfto the hayloft, spread the blan- ket on the still fragrant old hay and rolled himself up in a trice. "I did a good turn when I came on here," he mused. "If I have got only one relation, she's a dancly—so pretty and quiet' and nice. She's a marker for all I've got, is Mattie." The cat came .up, purring and "mak- ing bread." He suiffecl feline fashion at Red's face. "Fool Shoo! Go 'way, pussy! Set- " tle yourself down and we'll pound our ear for another forty miles. I like you first rate when you don't walk on my face." He stretched and yawned enor- mously. "Yes, sir, Mattie's all right!" said he. "A -a -a-11 ri"— And Chanty. Seechee Red was in the land of dreams. Here, back in God's country, within twenty miles of the place where he was born, the wanderer laid him down again, and in spite of raid and foray, whisky and poker cards, wear and tear, hard times and, hardest test of all, sudden fortune, he was much the ' same impulsive, honest, generous, devil-may-care boy who had left there twenty-four years ago. _neeeaen „Gill PTl%IV t �- .r-- LIE r_EIE next morning when fled awoke arrows of gold were shooting through the holes in the olct barn, and outside the bird life, the twittering and chirping, the fluent whistle and the warble, the " cackle and the pompous crow, were in full chorus. "Where am I at this time?" said he es he took in the view. "Oh, I re- member!" and his heart leaped. "I'm In my own home, by the Lord!" He went down to the brook and washed, drying hands and face on the e silk neckerchief, which is meant for use as well as for decoration. In the meantime Miss Mettle hal awakened with a sense of something delightful at hand, the meaning of 'which escaped her for the time. And . then she remembered and sprang out of bed like a girl. She went to the window, threw open the shutters and let the stirring morning air flow in, This had been her habit for a long time. The window faced away from the road, and no one could see who was not on Miss Mattle's own prem- ises. But this morning Rod had wandered aro•and. Stopping at the rosebushes. he picked a rose. "That has the real old time smell." he said as he held it to his noise. "Sweetbriers are good, and I dou't'go back on 'ern, but they ain't got the tram these fellers leave." Bud in hand, he walked beneath Miss Mettle's windows, and he eves the first thing her eye fell upon. Her startled exclamation made him look up before she had time to with- draw. "Hello, there!" he called joyfully. "Ilow do you open up this day? You look pretty web!" he added, with a note of admiration. Miss Mattle had the wavy hair which is never in better order than when left to its own de- vices. Her idea of coiffure was not the, most becoming that Could have been selected, as she felt that a "young" style of hairdressing was foolish for a single woman of her years. Now, with the pretty soft hair flying, her eyes still humid with sleep and a touch of color in her face from the surprise, relieved against the fleecy shawl she had thrown about her shoul- ders, she was incontestably both a die. erect and pretty picture. Yet Miss Mattie could not forget the bare feet and nightgown, although they were hidden from masculine eyes by wood and plaster, :end she was embarrassed. Still, with all the supersensitive fan- cies, Miss ?tattle had a strong back• bone of New England common'Sense, Site answered that site felt very swell indeed and, to cover any awkwar`l- ness, inquired what he had in his. hand. "Good old rose," replied lied. "Old time smeller—better suited to you than to me—ketch!" At the word he tossed It, and Miss Mattle caught it dexterously, Red had .:n exceedingly keen eye for some things, and be noticed the certainty of the action. IIe hated fumblers. "A person can do things right if they've gut minds that work," was one of his pet sayings. "'Taint the muscles at all; it's in the head, and I like the kind of head that's in use all the time." Therefore this small affair made an impression on him. "Why, you could be a baseball play er," said he. "I used to play with Joe when I was n girl," said Miss Mattie, smiling, "I always Liked boys' play better than I did girls'. Joe taught me stow to throw a ball too. IIe said he wouldn't play with me unless I learned not to 'scoop it,' girl fashion. I suppose you will be wanting breakfast." There was a hint of sarcasm in the doubt of the inquiry. "That's what I do," said Red. "You west just hustle down and get things to boiling or I'll throw bricks through. the windows. I've been up for the last two hours," "Why, I don't believe it!" said Miss Mattle. "No more do I, but it seems like it," replied Ited. "Don't you want the fire started? Come down and open up the hon:,e." When Miss Mattie appeared at the door in he strode with an armful of wood, dropping it, man fashion, crash, on the floor. "Skip out of the way," said he. "I'11 show you how to ituild a fire." The early morning had been the most desolate time to Miss Mattie. As the day warmed up the feeling of loneli- ness vanished, perhaps to return at evening, but not then with the same absoluteness as when she walked about the kitchen to the echo of her own footsteps in the morning. Now the slamming and the banging which accompanied Red's energetic ac- tions rang in her ears most cheerily. Site evcu found a relish in the smoth- ered oath that heralded the thrust of a splinter in his finger. It was very wicked, but it was also very much alive. Red "Now arose and dusted off his knees. we're off!" he said as the fire began to roar. "What's next?" "If you'd grind the coffee, Will?" she suggested. "Sure! Where's the hand organ?" IIe put the twill between his knees •and converted the beans to powder to the tune of "Old Dog Tray" ray" through his nose, which Miss Mattie found very amusing. She measured out the coffee, one spoonful for each cup and one for the pot. Iled watched her patiently, and when she had flnished he threw in, the rest of the contents of the mill drawer. "I like it fairly strong," said he in explanation. "Now, Will!" protested Miss Mattie. "took at you! That will be as bitter as boneset!"• • "Thin het; tip - with milk and she'll be all right," replied Red. "Wells,»ch wa t47fuJ ways I never did see. Nobody'd think fou were a day over fifteen." "I'm not," said Red stoutly, "and," catching her chin in his hand and turn- ing her face up toward him, "nobody'd put your score much higher than that neither if they trusted to their eyes this morning." The compliment hit so tender a place that Miss Mattie lacked the resolution to tear it out; besides, it was so hon- est that it sounded much less like a compliment than a plain statement of fact. She bent hastily over the fire. "I'm glad I look young, Will," she said softly. j • "So'm I!" he assented heartily. "What's the sense in being old, any- how? I'm as limber and good for myself as ever I was in spite of my forty years." "You're not forty years old!" ex- claimed Miss Mattie. "You're joking." "Nary joke—forty round trips from flying snow to roses since I hit land, Mattie—why, you were only a little girl when I left here—don't you re- member? You and your folks came to see us the week before I left. 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