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BY WILL SEA'T.
IMMY p'FALLON tried
to straighten up and;
look his daughter in
the eye. Roxy waved
her whip in,front of
him airily, but de
cisively.
"You might just as
well fall in, dad, be
cause I shan't let
you drive those
horses tonight You'd
run the whole shooting match over
the edge of Kitcat mountain, and I'd
have the funeral to manage. Put him
to bed, boys."
"I suppose you can drive?"
Roxy turned on her little high
heels at the insult. With her eyes,
clear, sparkling, defiant eyes, she
took in the full attire of this strang
er who dared to ask her, Roxana
O'Fallon, whether she could drive.
"I was born in a grub wagon," said
Boxy, mildly. TI've driven horses all
my life. Why? You afraid to go
along.
He looked amused. He was very
tall, fearfully tall, standing beside
five-foot-two of Miss O'Fallon.
His heavy storm coat hung to his
heels, and his fur cap gave him a fe
rocious look, too, Roxy decided with
inward irritation. His mouth was
wide and addicted to smiles. His
eyes were gray and he appeared to be
fairly civilized.
"I'm going. Do I have to ride in
ade?"
Roxy considered, her brows drawn
together. Inside the coach were four
passengers, two Jap workmen for the
Orienta outfit, and a couple of men
taking the short cut over the pass
to make connections for Rawhide at
W.agging Tail.
"It's pretty tough going some places,
and there's a storm coming along
about 10."
For answer he swung his grip up
'under the seat It was heavy, and
had seen plenty of travel. Roxy cast
one farewall look at her father, sound
asleep by the big stove, and followed
MERE MAN
BY ELSBIE ENDICOTT.
T was 10 o'clock on a
June morning when
I finished a formid
able interview with
my father in the 11
brary. Gregory Car
ter had proposed to
me via father. It
o - was like convention
S al Gregory to em
ploy a middleman.
My father discern
e my fee ings-or I should say my
lack of feelings-toward the eligible
and honorable Gregory Deane Carter,
and he accordingly assumed his most
beligerent aspect.
A flash-like inspiration moved me
to use Gregory's own weapons against
his cause.
"This, father," I remarked gravely,
"is a most serious subject and it in
volves a question not to be answered
in haste. I would like two weeks for
consideration and meditation."
Surprised and somewhat pleased at
my rare showing of seriousness, my
father acquiesced. Then 1 fled and
'took to my runabout.
Like a comet I sped out into the
country. Two weeks' reprieve! I
kept up my speed at topnotch, turn
ing at every corner that disclosed a
good road until I realised that I was
lost.
I decided to make inquiries at a big
white farmhouse down the road. I
diove into the yard around to the
back door, making a fearfl commo
tion among the poultry and just miss
LOVE'S CAUSE
BT WALTER GREGORY.
T first it was just
Daisy and the doll.
Dolliver did not ap
pear upon the sceae
until Daisy had re
oovered from the ice
cream feast that
marked her eighth
birthday. The doll
had been a gift on
the sixth anniver
sary of her nativity.
She-the doll-had been named
Laura Elizabeth in honor of the don
or, who was Daisy's big sister, and
Daisy took delight in the tact that
the waxen Laura Elizabeth was al
most like her flesh and blood proto
type; which is to say that Laura the
doll was exceedingly pretty.
It was Doliler who, when he came,
raised Laura the doll to the ranks of
summer society. The others all
sought the Laura of the flesh, as Dol
liver himself might have done had he
been less different, or had Laura the
real been less plentifully supplied
with cavaliers.
Dolliver was too timid to enter the
lists against the score or more of
those who fought for Miss Glover's
favor and so he and Daisy and the
doll became great friends, and like
the proper mother that she was Daisy
promptly planned a romance in which
Dolliver and the doll should ;ure.
Match making came naturasl to the
child, livoig, as she did, in the little
Edgehaunto colony where the talk
was all of romance. One of the sum
mer visitorp declared that marriages
might be ~a4 in heavae, but tlt
heaehWistAsy Wabts
the .stranger out to the waiting team.
"Only two horses?" he asked chobeer
ily, as they started up Kitcat's petti
cat ruffle, as Roxy called the lower
ripple of footi4ills around the great
peak.
"This ain't any circus outfit," Roxy
retorted surlily. "You can't match
that pair in Nevada. They'd go over
this road with three legs apiece and
no eyes at all. Where you from?"
"North." His tone was pleasant,
but noncommittal. "Are you a Ne
vada girl?" ,
"Yes, I am, but my mother was
from the east-Vermont. Father's a
westernepr. He's got nice ways when
you know him. Everybody likes him
along the route up here. Once in a
while he gets down and out like that,
and then 1 drive."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?" Again her big eyes
questioned him with almost indigna
tion.
."You carry express parcels to the
Orients mines?"
"Sometimes. What of it? You've
got the off night if you are after any,"
she laughed. "Yojp don't look like a
road agent. They re sending up stUff
tomorrow, dad said. Suppose you
stop over and take a chance then."
The gay bravado of her tone was
tantalising. He watched the way she
handled the big plunging bays on the
up-grade, her small hands one grip,
ping vice of steel, yet feeling always
for the tremor of sympathy along the
reins to the tender mouths of the
pair. Her gray felt hat was pushed
batk on her dark curls, her cheeks
flqshed and tanned. Four days out
from New York, she looked good to
Brayton.
Silent for the next few miles, he
thought of all he had left behind.
Dewey, the superintendent of the Ori
enta, had wired him of trouble. The
Mexicans and whites kicked at the
Oriental labor coming In.
They would walk out at the lifting
of a leader's hand. More, they would
shoot the Japs and Chinese at the
drop of a hat. And Brayton liked
the Japs and Chinks., as he called
lu the pump.
good-looking young man came
out of the house. He had broad shoul
ders and small hips. His shirt sleeves
were rolled up, and showed beautiful
ly bronzed arms. His face was
sunned, too. I always thought blue
eyes surrounded by a tanned compler
ion a fascinating combination.
"What may I do for you?" he asked
looking squarely and somewhat au
daciously straight into my eyes.
I couldn't think at the instant what
I had stopped for. The pump suggest
ed an answer.
"I would like a drink of water."
"Wouldn't you like some fresh but
termilk?" he suggested.
It sounded refreshing, and I tound
it so. He talked entertainldgly while
I sipped It. 1 handed him back the
glass.
"Would you mind taking me back
to the field? It's a mile farther down
the road. Would that be out of 'your
way?"
"I have no way," I replied. "That is
why I came in here."
"1 thought it was because you were
thirsty," he reminded me.
"I was-thirsty and lost, but get in,
-please, and I will take you, or would
you care to run the machine?"
I thought to abash hibn ly making
him confess ignorance of motors, but
he seemingly knew all the curves of
automobiles.
"Where is your destinationr' he
asked.
"I have none, I was just-going."
"You certainly were going when you
came down the road. It really is not
colony, but within a week It seemed
as though he had always lived there.
No furry of excitement preceded his
coming, and even his arrival made
little talk. Then he settled unobtru
slvely into his place in the social
economy of the resort.
Everyone liked him as soon as they
knew him, for he was one of the help
ful, self-effacing sort who look out
for the wall flowers at the hops and
for the old ladies on the beach. He
was an especial favorite with the chil
drep, but by right of discovery Daisy
considered him her very own.
She had encountered him on the
beach the very first day, and after i~n
troducing herself she introduced Lau
ra the doll.
Most of the real Laura's attendants
treated her waxen namesake with
small courtesy. They had to be nice
to the little sister, but they drew the
line at dolls. Daisy took her doll as
seriously as she did herself, and she
was an odd little mixture of unspoil
ed childishness and worldly wisdom.
Dolliver, with his boyish good na.
ture, accepted Laura the doll serious
ly. He did not grasp her by one leg
and hold her upside down when Daisy
permitted him to carry her, and he
discussed the state of her health and
the effect of a hot sun on a wax nose
as seriously as he would have dis
cussed Miss Glover's own ailments.
He made little effort to attract the
Laura of the flesh, though from the
first he fell a victim to her dainty
charm. Hi friendliness with Daisy
and the doll was no part of a cue.
gl#ngly contrived plan to win the at
tention and regard of the. sister. His
iking for Datl was sincere an4 un.
d
them. They were faithful, sober,
steady nerved, on the Job, as Dewey
said, while the others were forever
shooting tp the place, and carousing.
He had come west to settle it, and
even now he knew that he was going
to keep the quiet little brown men
who talked none, and worked hard,
and produced results.
If he could have had Amerioae la
bor-it would have been all right, but
this filling the camp with the riffraff
of Europe and the border, he refused.
He glanced, back at his baggage on
top of the coach. Twd trunks, long
and heavy, so heavy that back at the
station, the men who lifted them had
spoken among' themselves. So was
the grip heavy.
Presently Roxy spoke, almost con
fdenttally.
"I know a real man when I see
one. You're all right. B0 are the
Japs, but those other two! If I had
mosey aboard tonight, I'd drive with
the reins between my teeth, and a
six-shooter in each hand. That's only
i talk. Don't mind it a bit. We're
all right. They look like Italians,
don't they?"
"They're not after money if they
are," said Brayton, quietly. "All you
have to do, it they start trouble, is to
say, 'Here he.is gentlemen," and drive
on"
Itoxy smiled at him.
"Yes, I'd be likely to do that.
Wh;.t's your name?"
"Maxz Brayton."
She whistled softly at the name.
"8~ you did come out after all, I
didn't think you had the nerve. They're
starting things up at the mine al
ready. Dewey got hurt last night. 0,
just through the shoulder," as he
gave a sharp exclamation. "He's
still on his feet. They tried to blow
up the smelter as soon as he let a
bunch of the fighters go.' The sher
ift went up this morning early, dad
says, and aboqt 50 men to help
Dewey."
"Why didn't you- think I'd come?"
"I don't know." Her glance meas
ured him again. "I had an idea you
were pretty soft and easy going. Dad
safe to go at such speed."
"I know it. I simply had to relieve
my Weallage."
"I see. Anger, or joy?"
"Neither. I was just released from
something unpleasant."
"I know." he said, with a quick,
short brea ; "What the tfellns is.
JATMER ALSO GAVE IT SOME THOUQMHT.
That was how I felt wbha I came
here."
"Then that Is not your house-back
there?"
"No:; I am woring--harveetln-on
their tarm."
"You don't look or seem like a
quaint ittle notes or invitation that
Dolliver sent the child. He even
gravely accepted the responsibility of
an engaged man and rejoiced in Dai
sy's declaration that his engagement
to Laura must be kept a secret. He
did not want to spoil the child's fun,
but he knew that the others would not
understand.
Once or twice the two Lauras
shared the hospitality of the boat, for
Laura Glover had taken a liking to
the quiet young man, perhaps for the
very reason that of all the summer
colony he had not been dragged a
captive to her chariot wheels.
There were times when it was very
pleasant to get away and enjoy the
water and the sunshine without hav
ing someone at her elbow. making
more or less desperate love to her. As
the summer progressed, her trips int
the Scooter grew more frequent, and
only Dolliver's gentle effacement on
the shore saved him from the suspi
cion pt rivalrythat kept most of the
young men constantly stirred up.
It was toward the end of the sea
son that the tragedy came. Th three
had been over to an island in the bay
for a picnic lunch, and as the launch
was headed for home Laura gave a
sigh of regret.
There was to be a hop that even
ing and Laura knew that at least three
of her little court were bound to'proc
pose before the evening was over.
She had grown tired of the constant
talk of love, It had been PlOU.t
enough to queen, it over a 1 .o
humble slave, but now the g.pO
sought to become masters an
situation had lost Its .
'as.;r
says ybur fither wad a good Iatpr
but he wa - westIerer, wa~i't
You're from 'New York."
"You bet I am," said Braytn,
thankfully. "A4rd IVe cone to stay
and see this thing through. X' 11 hir
ROXY.
any workman I want to to long a. be
It capable and faithful and delivers
the goods, and I won't put up With a
pack of earling, unskilled, impert.
ed yelpers if they blow up the whole
mines to try and make me."
favtimerw'
"I hope to before the summer l
over."
"Are you poor?" I asked, and timw-e
dtately I was ashamed of my blW.
negs.
"Yes " he repled, not at all6 of d
ed. 1 ' *A "i oo until I ca.e hers .
Now with lodglng, food and all ona
doors for mini, I am rich-aklost,"
"I hate riches," I said, thinking of
Gresory.
"You don't bats the things rlObs
will bring, tboutb," he eaid dIllelag
quickly at me.
n' of school must conmreeae the fol
lowing week, and she hated to go
back.
Laura the doll sat on the t~ny decb
of the stern and no doubt she, too.
regretted the puasing il the summer.
for it meant that her little mistress
would have less time to give het."
1 1
I~N".I ]~' $1.~~~Iy
long eys in the nur1sery Witb bll7 tb
other 4oPls tar eompaiy.
It mA* bYO6 bW $ lt@4. It
Ur 0
a~ih sdd; "Bu~t 48A
sayi ..'11'siU1Y get . Y0u It YOU
CoM9 h$..
·"W l tr ý rLpe4 Brayton,
grtlIp * , I'm herb'
PDewey to worr1yng beoaqte they
haven't firearms. up therem- Dad and
I've been sluggling some lf for him.
The meu named me- Fireworks. I
don't. ars. Mr, Dewey's been mighty1
good to dad, and *he's astalght, too."
-' doi't know! I think I may come
even to do that."
"Hlere is my field," he said, slowing
up.
kome men were tossing hay-I
guess ,ft was hay-into big wagons or
"What ftn," i s.id, "it mist be to
ride up on one of these loads."
"Come in and try," he urged.
"I am linvited out to luncheon--a
stupid luncheon."
"Cut it out," he urged, getting out
of the machine, and turning to assist
me
"Maybe your employer won't like
it." I said as we walked through a
field of waving-something-I think it
was rye.
"You don't know how hospitable
farmers are. If I knew your name I
could introduce you. Mine is Max
"My name is Gwendolen Jameson,"
I replied. - ..
aI intraduced me to~a dear old man
whopm he oalled Uncle David.
"Your employer is a relative,
thea " I asked.
"I am 1Unole David to every one in
a 10-mile limit," said the dear, old
farmer.
A lOad of hay, Or what it might be,
Was Just ready to start for the barn.
I climbed op and sat beside Max ting.
When we gOt to the barn he slid down
easlly, but it looked scary to me.
"Come.". hi urged, and I slipped
right down lnte his arms. , When we
drove baok to the feld the men had
.stopped work eld were about to have
luncheon. They made me stay.
gorously ffar out, d4 it did not nued
her sobbing .plation to show the
cause of the traobls,
Dolliver tutae4 to Laura with trou
bled face.
"I am afraid that your nastesake Is
lost," he said regrtfully. "Just here
the tide is so strong that pOOr Laura
brut to t out to au, s" i t no
to q moe. Thor. is a4
t~i e ` o tu °
grip heie'llte f l . 4 th
.tr cre'eAU !n !.n.l ."iiz I
ufay je gpsped I oy.aj the
lean forward Ba )t bo.. as th
coach turned a adisy point at th
brink of a canyon. It was getting
hard to see to; toad with t he dret
swirling iakeas of sUaw.
"There's a'man standiag tn the roa
ahead," said Brayton.
"It's a trea stump. We're }le miles
up KitUap. There isn't a living aorea
tUre of this way. Ouobht Did Lt:tet
you?" -
te, had. lucked her head. at the
wllhtlllng bullet.. Brayton WgiI_..
w .bl He tried to taLke the reits font
er as the horses backed. She gave
them the whip, and, eho0k aof hiS
hold.
As the pair plunged. orward there
came the sound, of shbts inside the
coach, and a high pitched yell. Rowt
shoved a 'evolver into Brayton's
hands.
"I'll m , orred. "You keep
them f,
Hie .`at tb r that swung on
the o '` ' and isfell by the
road. A et" tit a sting of ire along
his ehek, and, he turned to lace.a
rifle barrel leveled from tho rocks.
suddenly there oame an answeorig
report, h.il time from the top pt the
coach, ehind the two trunks crouch.
ed one of the Japs, fring*.,.ith deci
sibo and much careful heesotio4.
";Oe Is finished," . h. remarked.
Thtere re ,,not many."
With ROxy's steadying, femilar
grip on the reins, the bays rallied
and took the turn without a break
or stumble, even. with the shots hum.
ming abcut them, and below the road,
a fall of 700 feet.
Half a mile further on, Roxy turned
her head, and mopped off her fore
head with one hand.
"I lost 'my hat," she said, regret
fully.
"Shall I go back for it?" Brayton
laid, one haid on the railing beside
him, ready to drop down. "You're the
plucklest little pal ever knew. They'd
Under a benignant epreadln elm I
ate ,blcuits, cold lthicken, pickles, ap.
p1e pie, dOubuhnue,: rullers, blueber
ry oase ad older. Atter. iuncheon
Mae tool me to my car.
"May I oome againt" I asked.
"Come tomorrow atteroon, and
I'll lay off and show you the-river
road."
I could scarcely wait for the next
afternoon to come, it was so lovely in
the country. Max met me in front of
Uncle David's house and we took a
beautiful drive. We got out and went
into the woods.
"I will come and see Qou tomhOrrow,"
he said.
A look of dismay came into Mr faes.
"I forgot," he said. with a hurt took
"that I am only a farm Ad. I
shouldn't have presumed,"
"0, stop," I cried. "I'd lore to.aobhv
you Come, and I'd love to retuM your
hOSpitality, but-well I wae thinking
of my father. He tesat Alwa-pleas.
ant, nmd he might be sort O--rude to
you, and that would hurt me,"
"Thank you," he replied, his eyes
shining.
I suppose It w wrong, but I wept
out there e- cry day and sometimes at
dusk. When Max-aad I were quite
well acquainted I told him about Greg,
ory. His eyes blased,
You aren't going to marry blMl"
he declared.
"No," I replied resotltelyT
"When you hbti told him so, will
you come out here directly?"
"Yes," I replied faintly.
It was worse than going to the den
tist's, but I' got through the ordeal
lik* the departed as possible. "I'U be
epgaged to her, too," ho promised, but
-Daisy shook her head discoulolately.
"You was engaged to Laura, and it
won't ever be the same," she declared.
"There aren't any other dolls as pret
ty as Laura, 'and I've looked at 'eip
all. Now you'll have to marry the
real Laura instead."
Dolliver glanced at the girl whose
laming cheek was pre4sd aainst
her sistar's golden head. The b
eyes met his own unab.aed 4id
them Dolliver read trank g SfQ
"Not for Daisy's sake, aIyt WI
own, o wUl you asoopt the reaºabil.
PJ1JsT LEV ILt8 I
bobby frWea
"Yes.. Bobby." rema#d Mvr.
Cr. at the supper tape, "to be £..4,
butter must be yellbdw."
"' brot. all butter, p0.," sOki up Bob
"Well, I'll wapr a dime you an't
h me a butter that is good unless it
' " gi_ bv er.
Mors Appropriate.
"Zebe writes that Be bee turted out
tO be au laventor." awtld the prof4
º?aedlt" .I Ma wiglr
liPhsi U1EC Ygdl : t~:
be.1 l
last tome he drove through the
here. And they C sedat&0t Itd o#t,>
whtden bot came."
n the 4, t -
some., the men tal. . ih,# .
#A#Y. ew you riff brwoiný :'"' ,
.I tl e
ot ON .the train, jja w
hW bethe coach far ti
"Don't rushu me when i at etln
t' makes me wfully . cr6a,", h .t
BraJton 8ftlatnn downa at
proudly, dellihtedly,
"I'll bet you. asllYt.ingI .makry I
gnslde of sx mwul thsl MIss rew,
Thetn tox buh ies ed B" I'htes,?
laughed.
"I nts 'to care i u doo;" she
"You tae doelr . the shooting, it (4
out 've otld tthe fe d s; te "ins"
let '.e hold the rel'ss."
oi tellin Or" Grrt sa mieetit9 r*
ther's wrath. I orgot it all "when
saw Max. We went 4own to o
woods, and he told mae what I hope
he would, ta I promlsed what
hoped 2I would:
iYou 'aire awtully twist to tike'
just ftor myself, without asking w.a
I was or who -I was befQre I oate
here."
"Father will do that," I sighed. .
makes no t.i.era4-e to. m wueat1
you are a fatmer orb. a oaueur, orl
more man."
"That's just what Iam-- mbea
mean." he paid.
He, came to. the house the nst
morning to break the iws' to father,
He wore a trim- bl- seIrge suit, t.d
his linen and Ute and'shoes were per
to.t. I itrsos4oeda ihi to atht.er; sId
Max asked for at Ilterview. Mea
whle I eat sa the muialo roA with
suspended breathing. When they. *'
sued tFrom the library .ather was smil
Ing.
"I see, dtaghter," Se Ai4 ratiantly,
.'why yo' couldn't listen. to. Grq O .
It taust ve been lOve at sight, .r
Mr .King tae ns hea Onlyme t Youo t
a tuncheon two welk-age."
When tather had SOe," Ma toldl, M
that he wa a of Geor4 K.~
Posidt of a bigs minnisi
MA nhad' overworked ia the sdoe last
wlte, and so early ixnMay he came
,out to the tarm to livee slmplei.
I am glad I met. him fin this
and that we had a simple wooing.
em quite in keeping with evetr
thin. -
ty of the drowned Laura?' .he a
With a. mixture of whoic muIaality a
f mowea*t th. girl hesittd.
tihtteit~a plac hld hand in his.
4ing# t tu nrR,' a) s.da id. t
l th t x ahul accept a: r
"'W an aman: d ..4 wppis io
there is neeai of 4 utshitp," att
swered Poii'*r ~tended . It
*Unohugbh. -OhCrtS -ha kaaw, tw
an t, vvv; ate u i tO D a ;ý, ' r4 the 4~
. 1.
aesesa~r ~ tt c~~p o9ort
hint at a3l
l c&-.. top' l t .'ilt t'
sad told her, t A ft Sb* o, #,`
JKatliar ~ suj4j
reot i1M*
rind ou t*? saw ~
boys uesohfarmed to p
u67 alte " t44