The Argosy, April 1912 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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Marie B. Schrader” SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED. MILDRED TEMPLE, residing with her widowed mother in a small Western town, expects to be quietly married to one Huntly. On the day preceding the ceremony, while Mrs. Temple is away, a masked man arrives at her home, binds and gags Mary, the maid-servant, and forces Mildred to mount one of two horses he has provided and ride with him for a long distance into the mountains. Arrived near a lighted cabin, he amazes her by taking his departure and saying that she may never see him again. the Indian squaw, only occupant of the cabin, has to offer. to the Temple residence and admits that the case has a most peculiar look. It is night, there is no other refuge at hand, so perforce she accepts what hospitality Meantime Sheriff Border is summoned He is still more amazed when Huntly tells him that he had expected to wed Miss Temple the next day. CHAPTER VII. ON THE GRILL. a a mean to say you expected to marry Miss Temple to-morrow?” exclaimed the sheriff, completely dum founded. “Ves. Why not?” replied Huntly. “T never heard about a wedding,” ex- plained the sheriff. “How could you? That’s perfectly natural. No one was told except the imme- diate family and one or two intimate friends in the East. Neither Mrs. Temple nor Mildred cares for a lot of fuss and feathers, so we decided to say nothing until after the event. Such an occasion creates so much talk in a little town like this.” “That’s true,” replied Sheriff Border. “But somehow a wedding without talk doesn’t seem like a real wedding. You’ve got to expect that.” “T know Mrs. Temple will tell you about it later on,” proceeded Huntly. “In the confusion she neglected to mention it.” “Well, this is exactly like a novel,” de- clared Border. ‘“‘ Bride kidnaped! Dis- tracted bridegroom! ’” Began March ARGOSY. He paused suddenly and looked at Huntly. “Only,” he added, “you don’t seem so much distracted.” “Oh, but I am,” said the young man. “T assure you I am.” “Humph!” exclaimed Border. “Just because I didn’t give way to a burst of useless language, and tear my hair, and make a scene—”’ Border studied Huntly attentively. “You ain’t the kind to make a scene,” he remarked reflectively. “'That’s just it,” replied Huntly. that you begin to understand me.” “IT think I do,” said the sheriff. “Tt’s like this,” continued the voung man: “In the East, where I come from, we do all we can to restrain our feelings. In the West it is different.” “Thank Heaven for that,” fervently ex- claimed the sheriff. “IT beg pardon,” observed Huntly. “No offense,” said Border. “Only it must be an awful tough job to keep from saying and doing what you want to.” “Oh, one gets accustomed to putting a clamp on his real self. A little practise Single copies, 10 cents. “T see 88 COMmiiclooo CO