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30 BONNY JEAN. ‘“<Vou’ve a cool way of doing things, Lady,” he remarked, dropping one brown hand upon the arched neck of Flirt as he spoke; ‘‘but since you ave here, don’t you think that you may as well give me my answer? I have waited two whole weeks for some response; I’m tired of waiting, Lady, I’m not too patient a man, and I want to know—I mus? know, if you in- tend to be my wife?” Lady Lee’s dark head drooped, as though to repress a smile, and her luminous eyes flashed saucily. } ‘Stand and deliver!” she cried, laughing a merry peal of laughter which would do one good to hear. ‘‘ Behold the brigand at my horse’s head! Your money or your life!” ‘*No, Lady.” John Averill transferred his hand from Flirt’s neck to the neatly gloved hand of her mistress, which lay upon the pom- mel of the saddle. ‘It is your ears,” he continued, ‘‘that I besiege and de- mand—yes, demand /” he repeated, quickly, as a flush of anger crossed Lady’s dark face. ‘‘ You have surely given me warrant for-believing that I should eventually win you. I have waited for my answer now longer than most men would have waited ; Jam no patient Jacob, to wait uncomplainingly on any woman’s caprices. I have known you so long, Lady, and have loved you so long, that I want my answer. Will you be my wife, Lady Lee? Because I intend to marry you whether or no!” ‘Wait until the next time I see you,” laughed the irrepress- ible Lady, flicking a fly from Flirt’s ears with her little riding- whip. ‘‘I’ve decided to leap the rails again, and not go through your rice field, after all. You might sue me for dam- ages, you know.” She drew her bridle-rein as she spoke, and Flirt dropped down upon her haunches; Lady touched her lightly with the whip-lash, and they were over the fence in a twinkling, and standing in the green, shady road on the other side. ‘“Good-by, Mr. Averill !” she cried, executing a military salute Eomicbooks.co