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"Yes; just soaking," answered Harkless; "it's such a gypsy day How is Mr

Bowlder?"

"I'ood satisfaction, thankye, and all at hooin' in after her now"

"Give Mrs Bowlderthe

symbolism "How is Hartley?"

The farmer's honest face shaded over, a second "He's be'n steady ever

sence the night you brought hiht I'm kind of

bothered about to-morrow--It's show-day and he wants to come in toith

us, and seems if I hadn't any call to say no I reckon he'll have to take

his chances--and us, too" He raised the reins and clucked to the gray

o Ride in with me?"

"No, I thank you I'll walk in for the sake of e it too much--livin' at the Palace Hotel,'" observed

Bowlder "Sorry ye won't ride" He gathered the loose ends of the reins in

his hands, leaned far over the dashboard and struck the mare a hearty

thwack; the tattered banner of tail jerked indignantly, but she consented

to h the sun-curtain

behind hiot

ye yet"

"No, not yet" Harkless laughed