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TheCowPuncher
Copyright by Harper * Brothers
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DAVE AND EDITH.
Synopsis.—David Elden, son of a
drunken, shiftless ranchman, al
most a maverick of the foothills,
is breaking bottles with his pistol
from his running cayuse when the
first automobile he has ever seen
arrives and tips over, breaking the
leg of Doctor Hardy but not injur
ing his beautiful daughter Irene.
Dave rescues the Injured man and
brings a doctor from 40 miles
away. Irene takes charge of the
housekeeping. Dave and Irene take
many rides together and during
her father’s enforced stay they get
well acquainted. They part with a
kiss and an implied promise. Dave’s
father dies and Dave goes to town
to seek his fortune. A man named
Conward teaches him his first les
sons in city ways. Dave has a nar
row escape, is disgusted and turns
over a new leaf. Fate brings him
into contact with Melvin Duncan,
who sees the inherent good in the
boy and welcomes him to his home,
where he meets Edith, his host's
pretty daughter.
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CHAPTER V—Continued.
Dave’s energy and enthusiasm in
the warehouse soon brought him pro
motion from truck hand to shipping
clerk, with an advance in wages to
sixty-five dollars a month. He was
prepared to remain in this position for
some time, as he knew that promotion
depends on many things besides abil
ity. Mr. Duncan had warned him
against the delusion that man is en
tirely master of his destiny.
But Dave was not to continue in
the grocery trade. A few evenings
later he was engaged in reading in
■ the public library. Mr. Duncan had
directed him into the realm of fiction
and poetry, and he was now feeling
his way through "Hamlet.” On the
evening in question an elderly man
engaged him in conversation.
“You are a Shakespearean student,
I see?”
“Not exactly. I read a little in the
evenings.”
“I have seen you here different
times. Are you well acquainted with
the town?”
“Pretty well,” said Dave, scenting
that there might be a purpose in the
questioning.
“Working now?”
Dave told him where he was em
ployed.
“I am the editor of the Call,” said
the elderly man. “We need another
man on the street; a reporter, you
know. We pay twenty-five dollars a
week for such a position. If you are
interested you might call at the office
tomorrow.”
Dave hurried with his problem to
Mr. Duncan. “I think I’d like the
work,” he said, “but I am not sure
whether I can do it. My writing is
rather—wonderful.”
Mr. Duncan turned the matter over
in his mind. “Yes,” he said at length,
“but I notice you are beginning to use
the typewriter. When you learn that
God gave you ten fingers, not two, you
may make a typist. And there Is
nothing more worth while than being
able to express yourself in English.
They’ll teach you that on a newspaper.
I think I’d take it.
“Not on account of the money,” he
continued, after a little. “You would
probably soon be earning more in the
wholesale business. Newspaper men
are about the worst paid of all pro
fessions. But it’s the best training in
the world, not for itself but as a step
to something else. The training is
worth while, and ifs the training you
want. Take it.”
Dave explained his disadvantages to
the editor of the Call. “I didn’t want
you to think,” he said, with great
frankness, “that because I was read
ing Shakespeare I was a master of
English. And I guess if I were to
write up stuff in Hamlet’s language
I’d get canned for ft.”
“We'd probably have a deputation
from the Mora! Reform league,” said
the editor with u dry smile. “Just the
same, if you know Shakespeare you
know English, and we’ll soon break
you into the newspaper style.”
So almost before he knew it Dave
was on the staff of the Cail. His beat
comprised the police court, fire depart
ment, hotels and general pick-ups.
Dave almost immediately found the
need of acquaintanceships. The iso
lation of his boyhood had bred in him
qualities of aloofness which had now
to be overcome. He was not naturally
a good “mixer;” he preferred his own
company, but his own company would
not bring him much news. So he set
about deliberately to cultivate ac
quaintance with the members of the
police force and the fire brigade and
the clerks in the hotels. And he had
in his character a quality of sincerity
which gave him almost Instant admis
sion into their friendships. He had
not suspected the charm of his own
personality, and its discovery, feeding
upon his new born enthusiasm for
friendships, still further enriched the
charm.
, As his acquaintance with the work
of the police force increased Dave
found his attitude toward moral prin
ciples In need of frequent readjust
ment. By no means a Puritan, he had
nevertheless two sterling qualities
which so far had saved him from any
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
very serious misstep. Be practiced
absolute honesty in all his relation
ships. His father, drunken although
he was in his later years, had never
quite lost his sense of commercial up
rightness. and Dave had inherited the
quality in full degree. And Reente
Hardy had come into his life just when
he needed a girl like Reenie Hardy
to come into his life. ... He
often thought of Reenie Hardy, and
of her compact with him. and won
dered what the end would be. He was
glad he bad met Reenie Hardy. She
was an anchor about his soul. . . .
And Edith Duncan.
While the gradually deepening cur
rent of Dave’s life flowed through the
channels of coal heaver, freight han
dler, shipping clerk and reporter its
waters were sweetened by the inti
mate relationship which developed be
tween. him and the members of the
Duncan household. He continued his
studies under Mr. Duncan’s direc
tions; two, three, and even four nights
in the week found him at work in the
comfortable den, or,; during the warm
weather, on the screened porch that
overlooked the family garden. Mrs.
Duncan, motherly, and yet not too
motherly—she might almost have been
an older sister —appealed to the young
man as an ideal of womanhood. Her
soft, well-modulated voice seemed to
him to express the perfect harmony
of the perfect home, and underneath
Its even tones he caught glimpses or
a reserve of power and judgment not
easily unbalanced. And as Dave’s eyes
would follow her the tragedy of his
own orphaned life bore down upon
him and he rebelled that he had been
denied the start which such a mother
could have given him.
“I am twenty years behind myself,”
he would reflect, with a grim smile.
“Never mind. I will do three men’s
work for the next ten, and then we
will be even.”
And there was Edith —Edith who
had burst so unexpectedly upon his
life that first evening in her father’s
home. He had not allowed himself
any foolishness about Edith. It jvas
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“Well?” Queried the Girl, and There
Was a Note in Her Voice That
Sounded Strange to Him.
evident Edith was pre-empted, just as
he was pre-empted, and the part of
honor in his friend’s house was to rec-'
ognize the status quo. . . . Still,
Mr. Allan Forsyth was unnecessarily
self-assured. He might have made it
less evident that he was within the
enchanted circle while Dave remained
outside. His complacence irritated
Dave almost into rivalry. But the
bon camaraderie of Edith herself
checked any adventure of that kind.
She was of about the same figure as
Reenie Hardy—a little slighter per
haps; and about the same age; and
she had the same quick, frank eyes.
And she sang wonderfully. He had
never heard Reenie sing, but in some
strange way he had formed a deep
conviction that she would sing much
as Edith sang. In love, as in religion,
man is forever setting up idols to rep
resent his ideals —and forever finding
feet of clay.
Dave was not long in discovering
that his engagement as coachman was
a device, born of Mr. Duncan’s kind
ness, to enable him to accept instruc
tion without feeling under obligation
for it. When he made this discovery
he smiled quietly to himself and pre
tended not to have made it. To have
acted otherwise would have seemed
ungrateful to Mr. Duncan. And pres
ently the drives began to have a
strange attraction of themselves.
When they drove in the two-seated
buggy on Sunday afternoons the party
usually comprised Mrs. Duncan and
Edith, young Forsyth and Dave. Mr.
Duncan was interested in certain Sun
day-afternoon meetings. It was Mrs.
Duncan’s custom to sit in the rear seat
for its better riding qualities, and it
had a knack of falling about that
Edith would ride in the front seat
with the driver. She caused Forsyth
to ride with her mother, ostensibly as
a courtesy to that young gentleman—
a courtesy which, it may be conjec
tured, was not fully appreciated. At
first he accepted it with the good na
ture of one who feels his position se
cure, but gradually that good nature
gave way to a certain testiness of
spirit which he could not entirely con
ceal. . . .
The crisis was precipitated one fine
Sunday in September, In the first year
of Dave’s newspaper experience. Dave
By
Robert J. C. Stead
Author of
“Kitchener and
Other Poems”
Illustrations by
IRWIN MYERS
called early and found Edith in a rid
ing liahit.
"Mother is ‘indisposed,’ as they say
in the society page,” she explained.
“In other words, she doesn’t wish to
be bothered. So I thought we would
ride today."
“But there are only two horses,”
said Dave.
"Well?” queried the girl, and there
was a note in her voice that sounded
strange to him. “There are only two
of us.”
"But Mr. Forsyth?”
“He is not here. He may not come.
Will you saddle the horses and let
us get away?"
It was evident to Dave that for some
reason Edith wished to evade Forsyth
this afternoon. A lovers’ quarrel, no
doubt. That she had a preference for
him and was revealing it with the
utmost frankness never occurred to
his sturdy, honest mind. One of the
delights of his companionship with
Edith had been that It was a real com
panionship. None of the limitations
occasioned by any sex consciousness
had narrowed the sphere of the frank
friendship he felt ior her. She was
to him almost as another man, yet
in no sense masculine. Save for a
certain tender delicacy which her
womanhood inspired, he came and
went with her as he might have done
with a man chum of his own age. And
when she preferred to ride without
Forsyth it did not occur to Elden that
she preferred to ride with him.
They were soon in the country, and j
Edith, leading, swung from the road
to a bridle trail that followed the
winding of the river. As her graceful
figure drifted on ahead it seemed more
than ever reminiscent of Reenie
Hardy. What rides they had had on
those foothill trails 1 What dippings
into the great canyons! What adven
tures into the spruce forests! And
how long ago it ail seemed! This girl,
riding ahead, suggestive in every curv6
and pose of Reenie Hardy. . . . His
eyes were burning with loneliness.
He knew be was dull that day, and
Edith was particularly charming and
vivacious. She coaxed him into con
versation a dozen times, but he an
swered tibsent-mindedly. At length
she leaped from her horse and seated
herself, facing the river, on a fallen
log. Without looking back she in
dicated with her hand the space be
side her, and Dave followed and sat
down.
“You aren't talking today,” she said.
“You don’t quite do yourself justice.
What's wrong?”
“Oh, nothing!” he answered, with a
laugh, pulling himself together. “This
September weather always gets me.
I guess I have a streak of Indian; it
comes of being brought up on the
ranges. And in September, after the
first frosts have touched the foliage—”
He paused, as though it was not nec
essary to say more.
“Yes, I know,” she said quietly.
Then, with a queer little note of con
fidence, “Don’t apologize for it, Dave.”
“Apologize?” and his form straight
ened. “Certainly not. . . . One
doesn’t apologize for nature, does he?
. . . But it comes back in Septem
ber.”
He smiled, and she thought the sub
conscious in him was calling up the
smell of fire in dry grass, or perhaps
even the rumble of buffalo over the
hills. And he knew he smiled because
he had so completely misled her.
... It was dusk when they started
homeward.
Forsyth was waiting for her. Dave
scented stormy weather and excused
himself early.
“What does this mean?” demanded
Forsyth angrily as soon as Dave had
gone. “Do you think I will take sec
ond place to that—that coal heaver?”
"That is not to his discredit,” she
said.
"Straight from the corrals into good
society,” Forsyth sneered.
Then she made no pretense of com
posure. “If you have nothing more to
urge against Mr. Elden perhaps you
will go.”
Forsyth took his hat. At the door
he paused and turned, but she was al
ready ostensibly interested in a maga
zine. He west out into the night.
The week was a busy one with Dave
and be had no opportunity to visit the
Duncans. Friday Edith called him on
the telephone. She asked an inconse
quential question about something
which had appeared in the paper, and
from that the talk drifted on until it
turned on the point of their expedition
of the previous Sunday. Dave never
could account quite clearly how it hap
pened. but when lie hung up the re
ceiver he knew he had asked her to
ride with him again on Sunday, and
she had accepted. He had ridden with
her before, of course, but he had never
asked her before. He felt that a subtle
change had come over their relation
ship.
The way of a maid with a
man.
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
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DIDN’T FEEZE HIS BROTHER
Os Course He Was Not Going to Ad
mit That the Little Fellow
Was Afraid.
An Indianapolis matron was giving
a birthday party for her little daugh
ter and had among the guests the two
sons of the family minister. They en
joyed the party and made many quaint
remarks.
But at the supper table they did the
best. Suddenly the fuse burned out
and the dining room was in darkness.
The hostess urged the children to sit
still until she could get some candles.
“But you may eat what is on your
plates if you wish to while I am hunt
ing them,” she told them.
The youngest son of the parsonage
began to weep aloud. He was really
afraid, but his older brother offered
another explanation. “He doesn't know
what to do. Mrs. he said. “You
see we’re used" to light meals at our
house.” —Indianapolis News.
Called.
“Many's the time I slept in heavy
marching order,” said the returned
Yank.
“What was the matter?" inquired
his friend. “Did you walk In your
sleep?"—The Tome Sector.
Burdens That Overcome.
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Trapped!
Often he returned home late —so
late that when wifey asked the time
he'd murmur: “Oh, about twelve,
dear!” or “Just after midnight, pet!"
But one evening, or rather morning,
she said, instead of the usual re
quest :
“John, dear, I wish you’d stop the
clock, its ticking worries me.”
The hapless, unsuspecting man did
so.
Next morning wifey asked artlessly:
“What time did you come home last
uight, John?”
“About midnight,” he replied, glibly.
"John,” she said coldly, “look at the
clock'.”
The hands of the timepiece pointed
at 2:15!
Yes, Cut It Out.
The other day an Indiana city
school superintendent promoted a
grade teacher to the English depart
ment in the high school. He was dis
cussing the work with her when she
suddenly said:
“Oh, Mr. , it’s going to be so
hard for me. You see I've always
used so much slang and now* when I
teach English I won’t dare use any;
more."
“Slang!” ejaculated the superin
tendent. “Well, believe me, Alice,
you'll have to cut that out now.”
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