FLOWER J_ NATURE
Engineer Sent to the Wild West
Learned Many Things—
By GERTRUDE MARY SHERIDAN.
A fairer picture Burt Dawson fan*
Cled he had never seen, and for a
minute or two he paused, screened by
the leafy verdure. A girl, tall, fair,
ibad filled her pitcher at the spring,
[lire she took it up to carry It to the
house, two hundred yards distant, she
wtood looking into the face of the ra
diant sunset. A golden hase sur
rounded her. In her simple gown,
classic as that of some Roman maid
en. her lithe willowy form, the bare
\ feet not even sandaled, she reminded
one of some naiad posing for portrait
ure in imperishable marble.
Her eye brightened as young Daw
won stepped into view. All the lines
of face and form became more dis
tinctly human and expressive. She
seemed to realise that his presence
filled out the picture with a new and
“I start on my mission in the morn
ing," he said. “It will seem a lonely
jaunt, more of a wilderness than ever
after the beautiful days I have passed
in this haven of rest."
“My uncle has told me,” said Eloise,
and paused there and a faint film
seemed to dim those beautiful eyes
and a Quiver crossed her face. “He
fears you are taking a dangerous risk,
Again she paused. Her glance
dropped as Burt approached nearer.
He had taken her shapely hand.
“And you?” he intimated gently, and
his tones carried a tremulous thrill.
“I hope I have not brought you
trouble," she said wistfully. “I wish
that you would not undertake this per
ilous mission.” Her hands began to
tremble, and she placed them plead
ingly upon his arm. The tears came
into her eyes.
It seemed if she wanted comfort,
sympathy, yes, even protection. He
Stood at the One Window.
could not resist the appeal of that
bonny wild rose face. His arm crept
about her as she lifted her glance.
She could not help but read the earn
est lovelight in his honest eyes.
"Don’t go,’’ she whispered. "Oh, for
my sake—let me go! I dare not—”
In amazement Burt felt her tear
herself from his clasp, saw her dart
towards the house like a hunted,
frightened bird. Then he gave a quick
start. Weaving his way in and out of
the dense underbrush, he made out a
skulking form. This Eloise had seen,
this lurking presence had driven her
soul to vivid alarm, just within the
cherished clasp of the man who had
come into her life like a gleam of
There flashed through Burt’s mind
as he stood there the picture of a
week past. It was a wild western dis
trict, infested by strangely rude and
vicious characters. There was a bar
ren strip on the Oklahoma side of the
country that had been a place of ref
uge for fugitives from Justice for
years. He had been sent by the en
gineering firm employing him to in
spect the district in conjunction with
a new irrigation and railroad proj
ect He had arrived at the border
town of Fifleld one week previous. It
was necessary for him to make in
quiries there before he prosecuted his
Journey. He had been directed to Mr.
Treherne, the uncle of Eloise, who
was acquainted through the entire
sectioL He had found him to be a
former itinerant preacher, but now
living some miles from town and en
gaged in a small cooperage business.
He and his niece led the truly simple
life. Burt had become their wel
come guest; the days had drifted on
pleasantly. He had learned many
things of the district he was to pene
Eloise was a pure, simple, beautiful
flower of nature, her whole life
seemed bound qp in care for her uncle.
One evening, however, Burt had a
foretaste of the people he was des
tined to meet if he continued on his
Journey. Another uncle of Eloise, :
named John Rivers, accompanied by '
one Jeff Wadhams, came down from i
t • "the bad lands.” Rivers was voluble
his demand that his niece should
part of her time at hiB home
Jhe border. Burt even surmised
> Jeff Wadhams who was urg
i to this. The eyes of the des
;>ld that he sought Eloise as
a life partner. Very clearly Mr. Tre
herne told his brother-in-law that his
demand would not be granted.
“I have raised her gently, educated
her in my rude way,” he explained.
“She would languish and die in the
wild, lawless life among you people."
Seemingly accepting thiB ultimatum,
the two visitors had departed. But
now both Elolse and Burt had seen
the lurking Jeff, and Burt knew that
this meant trouble.
“You had better keep close in the
house, both of you,” spoke Mr. Tre
herne, when he had been advised of
the discovery of Jeff hanging around
the place. "Rivers and Jeff and their
crowd are dangerous men. It is Elolse
they are after, but you, Mr. Dawson,
may come in for a share of their en
mity. I advise you to return to town
in the morning and postpone your sur
vey until you have a strong party
At eleven o’clock that night Burt
was aroused from his sleep. It was
Traherne, , who told him to get up and
dress. Then he led him out through
the house Into the stout log workshop
over the river, where he did his rude
Elolse was there. She stood at the
one window of the plaoe with a rifle
in her hand, looking every inch an In
trepid daughter of the frontier. In
some amusement Burt glanced out.
Mounted on horses, armed, some of
them bearing torches, were twenty
men. Jeff Wadhams was their leader.
“What do you want here?” demand
ed Mr. Treherne, going to the window,
and Jeff came forward.
“We want a man calling himself
Dawson and an engineer,” he re
sponded. “We have information that
be is a spy. a disguised detective, and
we are going to string him up. This
isn't your business, Treherne. Deliv
er him up.”
"I want time to consider,” spoke Mr.
Treherne, and his face was grim, and
Eloise kept watch and ward at the
“Mr. Dawson,” said Treherne, "there
is just one way to escape, but you must
do what I say and act quickly. I shall
barrel you up, with a hammer and
chisel, drop you into the river and
you will float away while these men
are wasting their time here.”
“And leave Eloise to be carried
away by that ruffian outside?” cried
Burt “I will die fighting, first!”
The old man was silent He studied
the face of his guest keenly.
“You love her?” he asked.
"More than my own life!” responded
“Then”—slowly, solemnly — “make
her your wife. Those ruffians then dare
not molest her.”
A barefooted bride—how strange!
The hasty marriage ceremony—how
thrilling! And then, at the insistency
of those two who now had a claim up
on him, Burt consented to be “bar
“They are wicked enough to kill you
If they found you here, married or
not,” declared Mr. Treherne, “but they
dare not molest us. We will join you
in Fifleld at daylight.”
Thirty minutes later, half a mile
down the stream, Burt Dawson, safe
from pursuit, broke his way out of the
barrel in which he had taken a
strange, sensational voyage.
Two hours later, with a posse gath
ered at Fifleld, he was back at the old
house by the river to disperse the
baffled outlaw group and claim his fair
(Copyright, 1913, by W. O. Chapman.)
HAD A MESSAGE TO DELIVER
And Auditore Understood Why Presi
dent of Children's Congress Ad
dressed Them Standing.
When President Chauncey Devere
Appleton ascended the platform to pre
side at the one hundred and forty
ninth convening of the Children’s con
gress, called in session extraordinary,
he did not take a seat in the presi
dent’s chair, as was his custom, but
remained standing in rather a con
strained, unnatural attitude.
“The thought I will give you to
take home today,” he began, the
weight of a sad experience giving
gravity to his voice, "is that none of
pou must take your mothers literally.
“I am seven, and while I believe
that I have reached an age of dignity
ind wisdom, my mother does not al
ways agree with me.”
A groan swept over the house.
“Overcome with pain recently,” he
resumed, “at the slap I received from
my Bister when I used her oil paints
In decorating my dog, I broke into
" ‘Don’t cry,’ said my mother. ‘Be
“‘Beaman!’ It sounded good to
me, and I resolved to be one.
“That evening I watched my father
iloBely, and the next day I tried to
be a man.’ I grumbled about my
breakfast, I picked up the morning
paper, and scattered it all over the
bouse; I collected father’s cigar
stumps and left one on the piano,
:wo in the fern dish, three on the
iresser, and four, with ashes and
matches, on the dining room table
:loth. I was swearing about my col
lar button when my mother heard me.
“*I am trying to "be a man!”’ I
iried when she grabbed me. ‘You
old me to be a man!’ I wailed when
she began to punish me.
"Brother and sister delegates, my
ippeal was ip vain!”
Then he turned and walked stiffly
ind painfully from the platform. He
ladn’t sat down during the entire
Mrs. Coin—Didn't you bring Fldo
Sown with you this season?
Mrs. Rox—No. The darling suffered
to much with the heat that I placed
lim on cold storage with my furs.
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