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A CHRISTMAS DRYAD.
By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON.
[Copyright, 1910, by American Press Asso¬
ciation.]
W T was Christmas day, and the sun
I shed a golden radiance over the
£ Arizona desert, brown breasted
and splotched with mesquite and
cactus. As the cow pony bore Lela
Warren over the indistinct trail she
took deep breaths of the ozone of the
foothills.
“This is living!” she cried, stretch¬
ing her arms toward the trees which
bordered the canyon. "It’s grand to
spend Christmas all alone by one¬
self out on this great desert.
‘To see me now' no one would think
me thirty-five years old,” she laughed,
swinging lightly to a seat on a favor¬
ing branch of a live oak. "The west
has given me back strength, youth and
—'veil, in a degree forgetfulness of the
past. The change has taught me a
wonderful philosophy—not to keep
trouble.”
Khe took an apple from her lunch
A Tall man
hunter’s garb.
^ng ,,T .. himself limbs at its the trunk and stretch
upon earth to test.
I' 1 8 nibiU(e she studied the in
.
vJ nip.’ debatln of flc< inalnting e in her mlud the best
him with her
° CCUpancy ot tt,at retreat Sud
dpni a spirit of
• mischief
\ overcame
bad Ui Sile * et fal1 an oak bal1 8be
ni kl?d from
sm.n a uearlj y twig. The
SreeD globe ^ek the mau
stuutr- squarely , on the head.
ca S?“ tly P ., h he s rifle sprang to his feet,
nn UP through thr aud began peering
1 ^ „ oak’s
Ve branches.
C an l chal *enge me that way,
Mr * ni i rr 1 be sald
rifle umv, ’ > P° Iut ing the
Io’. ard; ,i “not with impunity.”
shoot SaV f 8 lltUe cou £h- "Don’t
m XT 6 " She aIled dOWn
Plead ° ‘ " l
brown ,?v° y f 3 U ^ ,0okin tered S a UP palr at of her. surprised
pw bat" m finely WS Drop
^ 8lde * the man ,lfted
iij PPose, _fihe dryads ««Jd ” fae answered.
A .sjpiito
bag and ate it.
Suddenly a stir
in the manzanlta
bushes behind
her attracted her
attention. Peer¬
ing through the
leaves of her re¬
treat Lela saw a
tall, well built
tnan in hunter’s
garb picking his
way through the
chaparral directly
toward her tree.
IIe approached
with the elastic
tread of virile
tnauhood, resting
his rifle agaiust
the oak. Then he
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ering on the lipsT "that you are per¬
fectly familiar with dryads.”
“Hardly,” he answered, smiling up
at her. “I know very little except
they are said to live in trees. Are
the other live oaks in this canyon in¬
habited by your cousins?”
A twinkle came into the dryad's
blue eyes. “Possibly,” she returned;
“you know we have family trees.”
“Do they all have turquoise eyes like
this one?” he asked.
A frown crossed the dryad’s face,
but the man’s good natured playing
quickly banished it, and she said: “Oh,
yes, and their color is beryl,” looking
at her sage-green sweater,
“I don’t believe,” he pursued, “that
the woods would reveal another just
like you if one looked all day.”
“Not likely,” she replied, continuing
the play, “I think ail my kind turned
into topaz when the forest became
petrified.”
The dryad, thinking the play had pro
gressed quite far enough, made no an
swer. The man started toward the
spring, whistling. Suddenly he wheel¬
ed about and called back:
“Miss Dryad, not being familiar with
your code of etiquette, I hope you will
pardon me if I have seemed overpre
sumptuous. Having no cards with me.
I’ll Introduce myself by telling you 1
am the mining engineer from the Cop¬
per Knight property. I came over to
the mines to do some construction
work, but the men deserted me for a
holiday, so in self defense I turned
nimrod and found a dryad."
From her leafy perch the dryad
watched the man as he went whistling
away over to the spring. There was
something in his half playful speech
and the easy swing of his gait that
seemed strangely familiar to her.
He was building a fire between some
rocks when he called to her.
“If the-dryad will look I’ll show her
how to cook game without pot or pan
An Indian guide showed me.” he ex¬
plained.
Over a fire of dry bark and twigs he
fixed some green mesquite sticks to
which the game was carefully sus
pended. The aroma of the broiling
rabbits was sufficient to cause the
dryad to descend, for the ride across
the foothills had given her a vigorous
appetite.
“I will spread the table,” she an
nounced, spreading paper napkins over
a smooth rock. “Here are beef saud
wlches, olives, cheese, crpkers. tig
wafers and one large apple,” she con
tinued, taking the various articles
from her lunch bag and arranging them
on the improvised table.
“A feast for—a dryad.” said the man.
“And a nimrod," she added, meeting
the boyish smile on his face with con¬
fidence. “It will be a unique Christ¬
mas dinner.”
“It will be the most delightful one
ever eaten,” recklessly declared the
m%a» deftly turning the broiling game.
THE COVINGTON NEWS, WEDNESDAY DECEMBER
21, 1910.
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bewilding profusion
When the game'was done The two
sat down and ate together with no
constraint and with real congeniality.
As she stood under the live oak fas¬
tening up her abundant light brown
hair, which had provokingly tumbled
down, the man gave her a peculiar
searching gaze.
; “I have met before.’’
j
j
j
j
j
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“lela warren!” he
cried.
she returned, shaking hands. Then
her eyes fell under the radiant light in
his. “Your beard prevented my rec¬
ognizing you before,” she added.
“I was a mere stripling in those
days and you a girl just through high
school,” he said. Then he asked with
gentle reproof: “Why did you sell the
old home, Lela, and go away without
leaving one word for me? When I re¬
turned from Europe I searched every¬
where for you. but no one knew where
you had gone.”
A shadow from the past crossed the
woman's face.
“Of course you heard that my broth¬
er defaulted. Mother and I sold the
old home to settle up for him.” she ex¬
plained. “Then we went to Chicago,
where I taught school. After moth
er’s death came west. I am gov¬
erness for the Evans family at Clrcl
T ranch.”
“Lela,” he said tenderly, “1 have
never forgotten you. We are both
stilt unmarried, thank God! Look!
he commanded, his boyish spirit re¬
| turning, as he pointed to a cluster of
mistletoe that clung to a branch of the
oak Just above her head. As she look¬
• ed upward he kissed her, murmuring
with endearing accents:
“My Christmas dryad!”
sure to Get It.
j “There is one kind of game that no
one has to carry a gun to hit when he
Is hunting it.”
“What game is that?”
“Trouble.”—Baltimore American.
An Enjoyable Occasion.
“Was your chafing dish party a snc
eess?” all the rood . «
“Great. We spoiled to
early in the evening and then went
l regular restaurant-”—Exchange.
he said abruptly,
“but before you
entered the
dryad state. Are
you from the
east?”
“Formerly from
Vermont,” she
answered, mas¬
tering the re¬
fractory mass of
hair.
“Lela Warren!”
he cried, his face
glowing with
gladness. “1
wondered from
the first if I
hadn’t met you
iu some aeon
long ago.”
“And you are
John Fletcher,”
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Are careful about the quality of their Groce¬
ries. What ever business we build up we
expectit to standi upon merit. In buying we
select only pure, wholesome goods and if
they are not just as we represent them to you
we want them back. We want to have your
complaints and correct all errors and have
our customers satisfied at all times about
everything.
In candies we have it for Christmas mix¬
ed at 14c lb. Chocolates at 18c. Raisins
12 1 -2c. English walnuts new crop 20c.
Pecans 20c. Mixed nuts 20c. Brazil nuts
1 5c. Oranges 20c doz. and up. Apples
1 5 c and up.
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