Take a try at it and give us your verdict." "An' well may his mind be a thousand miles away," Matt assured himself; for in the dark he had passed a woman on the trail who looked suspiciously like Lucile.

But aloud, "Sure, an' it's day-dramin' ye mane.

An' small wondher." "How's that ?" the correspondent asked, cheerily.
"By the same token that I met Lucile down the trail a piece, an' the heels iv her moccasins pointing to yer shack.

It's a bitter tongue the jade slings on occasion," Matt chuckled.
"That's the worst of it." St.Vincent met him frankly.

"A man looks sidewise at them for a passing moment, and they demand that the moment be eternal." Off with the old love's a stiff proposition, eh ?" "I should say so.