FRONTIER JHEROINE By 'Augustus Goodrich Sherwin. 'Yoju? had .better get out of; here if you 'don't -want trouble." 'Tvef'got something, to tell' you. If you jdonjt jwant trouble yourself ,'jrou .had..JSeiter;lsten to,.mei'i "'f C5 'Whatl' Threatening: ine; areypu irrinncn n-i. I'll niiiAUji. Zin'. A ancEMartin Bayne;-nfade a;riin for the .doorstep: where his rijfle'lay; "Vfciiji, a ''dejected " afr'h'u't quite 'sprightly,- ragged, limping. :C6yote ! She Drew Up Near Some High Bushes. Pete hastened hjs step's from- off the rBayne domain. He had disappeared bythe time its proprieter bad turned around.'ready to carry, out his threat. .Bayne shrugged his shoulders and re sumedHightening the girths of his t horse. 'Tie had acted brusquely for ..good reasons, he told himself. It was the, frontier Montana rjile.j To his way of thinking Coyote 'Pete andhis ilk belonged to the .rubbish heap', so he I had .made short work, of. him. r . "Why," father, wasn't that -rather rude?" inquired his daughter, -Ruth, stepping through the doorway. She; was-.prettyas; a picture. Her sleeves were rolledlup, and hersHapely arms 'showed dimpled" and smootK. Her long, neat" apron, was necked with flour, for this "-busy, maid was. both mistress and' cook of the lonely Bayne home. "Rude!" repeated the ranchman carelessly. "It's the only way to treat such cattle as that. There isn't a worse loafer on the range. He's been wire-cutter, raider, and is a beggar when he isn't on the verge. ofthetde-iirium- tremens. It's all your fault, his comihg-here. You encourage him by giving him a snack whenevcer he takes the fancy to wander by, and now he's making a regular station of it. I'll be back before midnight. Expect,, your company about dark, don't you?" "I -think -so; I hope so," replied Ruth with a quick blush and bright ening, eyes, and then her father rode off on business to a station twenty miles -north, while .Ruth re-entered the house, singing like a lark. Well she might, for this was the very happiest day of her life. Before the evening"was over she expected to welcome her lover, Rodney Morse. How she loved him ! How tender and true he had been! -A month previous he had gone back east to sell' out his interests .there and take up a ranch, with, Ruth as its mistress. ' . It must have, been half an hour later when there came a timid rap at the door. Coyote-Pete, his threadbare, cap in his, hand, stood on the step, in an humble attitude. "Why, w'on't'you come in?" asked Ruth in her usual, cheerful, generous way. "You look tired, and perhaps hungry?" she insinuated gently. "Not this time, Miss," xeplied Pete.. ''You see your father don't welcome me very .heartily, and I don?t want to intrude. .But' you're the only critter on the range ever takes, time to give me a bite'whenl-need it,.and I want ed to do you folks a good turn. Your..