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By Gertrude Mary Sheridan.
(Copyright by W; G. Chapman.)
Dan Randall, "Gowboy," came
down the turnpike like"a breath of
wind mounted on his pet pony, Tem
pest. His graceful sombrero flutter
ed in the breeze, his clear eye and
bronzed cheeks told of health, energy
and ambition. He drew up in front
of the general store of the town to
greet a friend Ralph Pearson.
"Heard you had come back," spoke
the latter, wincing at the iron hand-
Carried Yelping to a Water Trough.
clasp of his old-time schoolmate.
'Going to stay?'
"Not while such as this is calling
e back to true friends of nature!"
eclared Dan with spirit, patting the
oeautiful steed he rode tenderly.
Now then, Tempest show your
It was at the response of certain
words, touches and guidings of the
bit that the superb animal was in
fluencer to an exhibition of clever
horse-sense that made the natives
stare Pearson included.
Tempest knelt, stood on three feet,
arose on two hind hoofs to a lofty
height. He made a circular dash
with a rapidity that took away the
breath of the onlookers. A stray dog
passing by was pursued by the mischief-loving
animal, caught up by the
scuff of his neck, carried yelping to
a water trough and dropped therein
uninjured, only frightened.
"Horses think out on the ranch
where I came from," averred Dan
proudly, "and where I'm going back
soon. As to the men, they're all
brothers except the scallawags
and those we hang on sight."
"Well," smiled Pearson, animated
at the free, heartsome appearance of
his friend, "you certainly resemble
some young Lochinvar come out of
the west. Haven't come back to pick
out a bride, have you, Dan?"
The cowboy laughed merrily, his
clear eye twinkling.
"Not until I have a nest for the
pretty bird I shall find some day," he
answered. "No, fact is, Pearson, I
have scrimped along out in Idaho un
til I have paid for two thousand acres
of land. I want to stock.it, and I
came back to the home town hoping
to borrow the capital. The man I
relied on is dead', and others I hoped
to interest haven't the money to
"I wish I was in shape to accom
modate you, Dan," Pearson said loy
ally. "I know you do, but I need quite
an amount. I tried old Martin Dobbs.
My father did him a great favor once,
but I found he had grown into a
grasping, selfish miser, with no hu
man feeling left, it would seem, ex
cept for that handsome little three-year-old
tot, the child of his dead
daughter, who lives with him."
"Yes, Dobbs is a hard case," as
sented Pearson. "Well, I hope you'll
strike luck somewhere. That horse
of yours ought to bring a fortune."
"Tempest?" spoke Dan with kind
ling eyes. "He's a jewel, a treasure.
Confidentially, I've found out that I