By Charles Cordon Ross
(Sopyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman)
An open-air vaudeville show was a
novelty for Quartzville and drew big
crowds. The cowboys and rustlers
from neighboring territory rode in en
masse. The less demonstrative citi
zens took it enjoyably, but quietly.
To the rougher outside element of
the district it was a period for gen
Dan Purnell was an attendant en
regie. He had some money to spend,
and he lavished it on pretty Mollie
Dion until she remonstrated.
"Don't discount the future, Dan,"
she said in her pretty, practical way.
"Remember, you are not sure of your
"Aint'h, eh?" challenged good-natured,
optimistic Dan proudly. "Why
once across the bad lands I could find
Tinker's creek blindfolded."
"Yes, dear," argued Mollie; "but
what if the story told you by your
dead partner should turn out all a
sick man's fancy? Suppose the big
bag of nuggets has been found by
"I won't have it, Molly!" declared
Dan, definitely. "I feel it in my bones
that I am going to be rich. Your fa
ther is convinced, isn't he?"
"And has consented to our getting
married as soon as I get back?"
"That is true, Dan," acquiesced
"Then leave it to me to get that
bag of nuggets bick to civilization,
myself into a respectable business,
and you into the daintiest, prettiest
home money will buy."
"You dear fellow!" murmured Mol
lie, and did you not remonstrate fur
ther on the prodigality of her liberal
escort when he took in five side
shows in turn.
"Haven't we seen all there is to
.see, Dan?" uwiuired Mollie, finally,
tiring of the bustle and excitement
"Just as you say," replied Dan.
"You mean old hulk!" he shouted
suddenly, and sprang away from the
side of his fiance, and made for a
great lout of a fellow who, swagger
ing by, gave a side stand a vicious
kick that sent its contents scattered
about the ground for twenty feet
Dan delivered a blow that sent the
drunken cowboy sprawling, advanced
again upon him and all but caught
Sent Its Contents Scattered About the
him in a deadening rap under the ear
as the craven sneaked away.
The stand the poltroon had upset
was the possession of a'comely young
Indian girl. She looked mournful and
friendless, but her lips moved in grat
itude as both Mollie and Dan helped
her gather up the scattered beaded
moccasins and shell boxes that com
prised her little stock in trade. Dan
purchased half a dozen dainty sou-
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