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
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
"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,
"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..
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