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you. Til save you from being being
oh, yes, embarrassed, that's the
"What do you meani" demanded
Rupert, but the old man drifted
away chucnling and waving his hand
reassuringly, and replying in a con
"I'll have it ready at eight I'll fix
everything for you."
Rupert did not pay much atten
tion to old Jacob, who was always
saying and doing strange things. He
resolved to go through the ordeaL
It was too late to borrow another
horse, too expensive to hire one at
the'livery. Besides, in the dusk and
in the later dark, who would notice
the color of Miss Vane's hair? Still,
Rupert was sensitive, and if Miss
Vane was the same, she might feel
annoyed at the close conjunction of
a white horse.
OliJacob was at the hitching block
when Rupert left the house to start
on his experience of the night Ru
pert gave a great stare, astart, a
"Where's Fleecy?" he asked sharp
ly. "Why this is Fleecy, of course,"
N responded old Jacob readily. "Stain
ed, dyed; wouldn't know him, eh?
Anything to oblige you, and fix things
right, and noarm done."
"But " began the astounded Ru
pert "You see, the folks were dyeing
some old brown bollands. There
was a tubful of the stuff left over.
Thinks I, will it do the work? l did.
Went on slick as grease. It may not
last or wear, but for one evening I
defy oneone to see a speck of white,
or any stranger to guess that the
Of horse has been hocussed, hey?"
ituperi aia noi Know wneiner ne
had better laugh or storm. He look
ed over Fleecy critically. Yes, in the
gathering dusk the old animal would
pass muster. No one would particu
larly notice Fleecy. He would be
only a few moments in front of the
house where he was to call for Miss
Vane. Dusk would favor the situa
tion. By the time they reached
Greyville it would be dark, and he
could tether the horse in an obscure
spot So Miss Vane's sensibilities
would be (Spared.
Rupert had never seen Miss Lora
Vane before. As he saw her for the
first time an hour latere he wished
he could keep her in view for the
rest of his life. She was- ravishing.
And her hair a golden glory! Red?
He would boldly assault his brother-in-law
if he made the insinuation
again! If it shaded 'on the tabooed
derided hue, it was in a magnificent
way that made Rupert wish every
girl in the world was singularly glor
ified. Everything went charmingly.
There was a gay lantern-lit party on
the lawn, dancing, refreshments and
everybody happy. As Rupert helped
Miss Vane into the buggy, he felt
that he had passed the most enjoy
able evening of his life. Lora was
brimming over with joyousness, she
liked her escort and she felt that
this wartrue and was radiantly con
tent Her sister was to be driven after
them by her escort to the Grey home.
Rupert started down the hill road
first The sky had become obscured
and it began to rain.
Rupert got out the rain robe and
tucked in his pretty companion se
curely. There was a drenching show
er. It beat down for a full half hour.
Then the moon came out and then
He noticed Miss Vane staring ask
ance at old Fleecy. He glared him
self. Fleecy was once more in pro
pria persona. The rain had washed
off the thin coating of dye. Old Fleecy
had turned white in a single hour!
Rupert was on nettles. He met
the questioning, half quizzical eyes
of his fair companion once. He be
lieved she saw through the entire
gauzy tissue of mask and circum
stance. He was about to stammer
out a lame expression when there
was a weird scream.