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THE REJECTED DREAM MAN
nv AMELIA TRUES DALE.
ICopyrightd, 1909, by Associated Literary
Press.]
Roy Adams, paddling about among
the water lilies with Ruby Lane, bnd
Just come near proposing to her and
she to refusing him, tills being their
customary daily diversion. Now he
was watching her lazily. That was
what irritated her so—his inordinate
laziness. 110 was large and blond,
with placid blue eyes like a sleepy
baby’s. She was little and trim as
waxwork, and her gray eyes were
clear and keen.
“I don’t know what kind of a fellow
you want,” he grumbled amiably, with
an indolent movement of one oar.
“He’s brisk,” Ruby replied, “and en
ergetic.”
“Think I’ve got him in my mind’s
eye.” Roy gave the other oar an easy
touch. "Small and bustling and chip
pery, like the little cock sparrow that
sat on a tree.”
“He isn't like that in the least.”
Ruby sat up prim and stift and rosy
with indignation.
“Oil, isn’t he? Beg ills pardon.
Where is lie now?”
“At work,” Ruby replied promptly,
her tone implying a comparison be
tween a man thus profitably employed
and one who Idled his time away at a
summer hotel.
"Perhaps be has an object in view,”
Roy Insinuated.
“Perhaps,” Ruby admitted demurely.
“And—um—ls the object to be at
tained soon?”
Ruby let her eyes drop toward the
top rutile of her blue organdie.
“I—don’t know exactly; not before
next spring.” She was dabbling her
hand in the lake, her eyelashes still
slanting downward.
“All! Congratulate him and every
thing. Shall we row over to that
bunch of willows or down to the little
cove?”
For an instant Ruby wished she
might tip the boat over, just to see if
liis exasperating equanimity would be
disturbed by such an emergency.
“I don’t believe it would,” she de
cided in disgust. “He’d get us out if
lie could conveniently, and if lie
couldn’t he’d drown with (lie content
ed smile on his face as serenely as if
lie were a wooden Slieni out of a toy
Noah's ark."
Mrs. Albert Lloyd was peacefully
crocheting when her sister Ruby whirl
ed in upon her. cast herself into a
rocking chair and rocked tempestu
ously for three minutes. Mrs. Albert
Viewed her quietly, suspending her
crochet hook for a moment.
“Been fencing with Mr. Adams
again?” she queried mildly.
“Yes,” Ruby answered, “but I hard
ly think he'll care about fencing any
more.”
“No? Why not?”
“I practically told him I was—en
gaged.”
“Dear me! And to whom?"
“A person I invented.”
“You unprincipled wretch! What
did you do it for?”
“Just to see what effect It wouuT
have ”
“And what effect did ft have?”
"None at all. You couldn’t stir him
up to move an eyelash whatever you
did. He’s too sublimely lazy even to
lose his temper.”
Mrs. Albert shook her head gently.
"You’re off the track," she comment
ed, unwinding more scarlet wool. “He
may perhaps be guilty of always keep
ing his temper, and. let me tell you, a
married woman would consider that a
very good failing, but as for being lazy
—Albert's friends say that, although
he has that lazy way and looks as if
he were lotting tilings go to smash if
they want t<. he lias his eye on every
tiling and o\vv move lie makes
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put your silly foot iu it for once with
your invented man.”
Mrs. Lloyd ceased her lecture as she
found herself talking to a dissolving
view of blue organdie rutiles and a
couple of whisking sash ends and re
turned to her crocheting.
Roy appeared before Ruby early the
next day in bis usual calm frame of
mind and his boating rig.
“Think lie'll object to your going out
on the lake with me just once more?”
he asked. “I’m going away early to
morrow morning.”
“What for?” she asked.
“Have to,” he responded. “Vacation
comes to an end tonight. Can you go?"
She reflected dismally that she must
“lther confess her little romance of
yesterday to be an unfounded one or
bid goodby forever to this exasperat
ing man, and she knew now that the
latter was something she could not do
and retain any shred of happiness.
She waited, however, until they were
out on tiie blue, soothing bosom of the
lake. Then she rushed into it.
“He couldn’t object, you know.” she
said, reverting to bis remark of some
time before, “because he’s only a fic
tion.”
“A dream man?” he asked.
She nodded, blushing uncomfortably.
lie hummed a bar of “When a
Dream Came True” and settled back
easily. Ruby looked down In silence.
She was waiting for him to say some
thing else, and lie was carelessly mov
ing an oar now and then and appar
ently thinking of nothing at all. She
noticed for tlie first time how strong
his brown hands looked. They were
not the hands of a lazy man.
They drifted along aimlessly.
“It was a silly story to tell," Rrty
said at last.
“Oh. I den’t know,” he answered in
dulgently. “I rather thought you were
fabricating. But you might realize
him yet, you know.”
“I don’t want to.” Her voice was a
little uneven.
“Four dream man! 1 sympathize
with him. I’m sure. Like to have that
pond lily?”
“Tlmnk you. I don't care for it
Let’s go back.”
He agreed amiably. “1 ought to get
back early,” he said. "1 promised
Kingslnnd to go over and fish with him
this afternoon, so we may not see each
other again. Caesar, isn’t this a day
for fishing, though!”
Ruby’s cheeks tingled as she walked
silently lK>side him through the light,
dry grass on the way to the hotel,
while he stalked cheerfully along, mak
ing irritatingly pleasant remarks about
the scenery.
They came to a standstill at the
summer house on the lawn. It was
empty, and Ruby did not want to walk
into the crowd of people on the hotel
porch.
“I’m tired,” she said. “I’ll rest
awhile, and we can say goodby here.”
lie held out his sunburned hand and
clasped hors closely for a minute.
“Goodby,” he said. “If
come to terms with the paan
dou’t forget tomtit me know.”
She'‘watched him going across an ad
joining field as she fell into the big
willow chair and began to rock. Then
she looked off dismally toward the
misty hills. They were dimmer than
the light summer haze warranted.
“Only a summer flirtation—only a
summer flirtation," creaked the chair
maddeningly.
She turned her eyes to the field
again. She could still see the tall form
loitering along. When it should dis
appear the end of things would have
come, fie stooped, seemed to pick up
something; then he turned slowly and
began his easy stride back toward the
summer house, it seemed ages before
he reached the door and looked in,
holding toward her a flower on a long
stalk, just a fringe of pale lilac petals
uncurling from a tawny golden center.
"See; I found the first aster and
came back to bring it to you.” he said.
She accepted it silently. He looked
curiously at her eyes. The rims were
decidedly pink. lie folded his arms
and leaned against the door casing.
“Sure you aren’t going to marry the
dream man?” he asked after a casual
survey of the landscape.
“Didn’t I tell you there wasn’t any?"
“I thought you might be fibbing
again. If there really isn’t”—
“Well?”
“Couldn’t you reconsider things and
take me, after all?”
As He Remembered It.
“Shadbolt. did you ever have a touch
f anything like the appendicitis?”
‘‘Once. Have you forgotten, Pln
russ, that when you were operated on
for it you touched me for au even t.un
dred?”—Chicago Tribune.
Not His Fault.
Madame What do you mean by
coming home at 3 In the morning?
Monsieur—l ash-shure you, m’dear, iss
not my fault. The cafe has only juss
shut up.—lllustrated Cits.
To commonplace people the extraor
dinary seems impossible.—De Retz.
AN INDIAN MURDERER.
His Fearful Punishment by a Primitive
Mexican Tribe.
Speaking of primitive law among
the Mexican Indians brings to mind a
curious case that was told me some
years ago in the state of Oaxaca by an
old Zapoteca chief who had become a
convert to Christianity.
He said that a long while ago an
American botanist was traveling
through the mountains of Oaxaca
studying the rare and beautiful flora
of that region. He had with him a
mozo from another part of the coun
try.
He carried several gold pieces served
in the lining of his jacket. The mozo
became aware of that fact, and one
day when the botanist got down on his
knees to drink at a little spring the
mozo cut bis head off with a machete,
took the gold pieces and fled to tlie
higher sierras.
Not long after the body was found
by some Zapoteca Indians who had
seen the botanist in former days
studying the flowers and plants near
their village. They knew that he was
a harmless and good man because he
loved flowers. All Mexican Indians
love flowers. So they took the body to
the chief and told him what they had
seen- and found. “What!" lie said.
“Shall the kind stranger with the
white face who loved flowers and
sought not our goods nor insulted our
women come to su h a dog's death
among us and not be avenged?”
He then dispatched four swift In
dian runners in different directions
with orders not to return without the
murderer. After a week's time they
returned bearing the malefactor bound
in their midst. A council of old men
was called, and the case was exam
ined. The guilt of the mozo was prov
ed, as he still had with him the strange
pieces of gold.
Then the old chief gave the sen
tence. It was speedily performed.
They led the trembling murderer to
the center of the little plaza. There
four green stakes were driven in the
ground. The murderer wa-s stripped
naked and stretched by the wrists and
feet in the air among the four stakes,
to which lie was lashed. Then the In
dians made a great heap of unslaked
lime under the wretched man’s body,
and when the heap touched his breast
and sides they poured water over it
until the scalding steam of the burn
ing lime had cooked all the flesh from
the bones. Then they took the bones
and threw them into a hole on the
mountain side.
And so was the stain of the mur
dered man’s blood covered and venge
ance was wrought by the -Indians in
behalf of “the white stranger who was
good and loved flowers.”—Mexican Ex
change.
Art In Selling Hats.
“It makes you look small." says the
saleslady to the big woman wbo is
trying on the hat. Sold.
“It makes you look plump.” she says
to the slender woman. Sold.
“It makes you look your g.” she says
to the middle aged woman.
Sold.
“It njakes you look tall,” she says to
the short woman. Sold.
“It makes you look short.” she says
to the tall woman. Sold.
“It brightens your face,” she says to
the dark woman. Sold.
“It brings out your color,” she says
to the pale woman. Sold.
And all the hats were alike.—Judge.
Waiting Her Choice.
“But.” pleads the ardent young mil
lionaire, who has secured the license
to marry the beautiful chorus girl,
“why should we postpone our mar
riage for two weeks? We can just as
well run around to the minister, have
the ceremony performed and start on
our honey”—
“It looks all right from where you
sit,” she interrupts him. “But I
wouldn’t even get a look in for press
notices if I got married this week
while all those grand opera stars are
taking up the space. Pet. the best
wedding notice we'd got would be a
line in the vital statistics.”—Chicago
Post.
Caught Bending.
Frofessor Cube Root’s class of geo
metrical geniuses were receiving in
structions. They were first taught that
a circle was a thing like this—O. They
then learned that a straight line was
one without wabbles in it. so .
‘‘Now, boys,” said Professor Root,
“can any of you describe to me what
a half circle Is like?”
Up shot half a dozen grasping hands.
“Well, Teddy,” said Professor Root,
“let’s hear your definition of a half
'•ircie urst.”
“Please, sir,” answered Teddy, "it's
a straight line caught bending.”—Lou
don Express.
Knew He Was Safe.
“You seem to be going home in a
very cheerful manner for a mau who
has been out all night.”
“Yes. You see, my wife is an ama
teur elocutionist, and she’s saving her
voice for an entertainment tomorrow
night.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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SOUTH BOUND
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