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A COMPLETED EVEPY SATURDAY ION SECTION SATURDAY, MARCH 4, 1922. SECTION TWO. i I EMT fH If X II - w 1 i; U THREE SECTIONS. if i M S I B I' MISS GERTRUDE LUCRETIA WHEELER Courted by numerous your,; frontiersmen, but showing a preference for one. MR. TUBS WHEELER, her father; a prosperous land owner and perfevtly willing to add to his worldly possessions. "SPUD" WALL1S, who is deeply Interested in Gertie and hss some of tlu characteristics most in favor with her father. Mlt. TUUS WHEELER sat on the shady porch beforo his store. The store was perched on a wide ridge separating and overlooking two great valleys. From the west a mllo of brown river, the Rio Oi-ande. made a dead set at this-ridge, turned south ward, at right angles, and presently swerved to the southeast, leaving bc ,hlnd it a perpendicular bank thirty feet high and jialf a mllo long. It was some eighty yards from Mr. Wheeler's feet to the precipice, and in tnoso scanty yards a single trac rail road, the wagon-road and the big . Dona Ana Mothor-Dltch crowded, fol lowing the river's curve. Far" down the narrow highroad a shod hoof rang on a stone. A string of horses swung jauntily Into sight. A tall horseman lolled easily in ills sad S ) die. "Humph! That fool. Spud Wallls!' Wheeler sniffed. The fool, Spud Wallls, drew rein before the store. He was a tull, raw boned, broad-shouldered man with a berry-biown face and twinkflng blue eyes. "Know where the Tumble-T wagon Is?"' asked Spud. "Lort tills morning for Point o" Rocks," said Mr. Wheeler shortly. Mr. Wnllis rolled his eye at tlio Btm. "I cantcnrnpln along up theio this evenin". After dinner," he added pointedly. Mr. Tubs Wheeler spoke accus ingly: "Now, young man, you Just natchelly mosey right along out of this!" "Why, Mls-ter Wheilcr! An 4il tlmcr ilkc you, and grudge a bods a meal's victuals." "Meal's victuals bo blowed!" said 'WheeIer wrathfully. "1 ain't going to have you making up to my girl.'' ' "Oh-li! I sec-cc! Gertie?'" said Spud. Ho ' looked up, frank-eytd "Say, that'H a good idea. I'll go see her right away now!" Jfr. Tubs Wheeler towered Uptoe "Look here, Spud I ain't got anything against you, as a man, but a fellow that wants a wife has got a right to iget some stuff together first." SI k -wen, arawieu mum vim -., . t "what's the matter with my little "That's just it. You don't know nawthin' lnit cows--and cows is nix, nada. That day's over. Sumnierford, Joe HasUell, Ilcrron they got farms for themselves ready for the big ditch. Look at Joe Haskell, now. He's got as fine n piece of land as there .Is In the bend. And when there's no wurk for him on the farm, he goes teamin' on the dam. There's u forehanded man." Vps. .Inp sl.mkH tin T-ettv fair 'but , Joo Haskell don't figure In this ease, l mnA Gntid "TTn ltWa Knmp imp pise , . .. ' . bc'tter than ho docs Gertie. "Who?" demanded Mr Tubs wneeier, snarpiy. '"Why, Just himself. So well L.ne '. him out of the question. And Her ,' ron?" Spud said consider. ng "H'm-m! Well, really" i "Well, what about Herron" Don t "Eyou ever take a drink?" 'j Spud slid rom the saddle. "I don't . earn If I do," ho said. '.'You banshee!" cried Wheeler. His J ' scowl ended la a broad grin. "Come ' Wlien they returned to the porch, Spud Wallls sank Into a chair. A touring car stood in the Jeep road between track and ditch. Two men , were on their hands and knees peering THE PERFECT DAY By EUGENE MAIN LOVE RHODES Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE Love, Humor, Mystery and CHARACTERS under. A sound of clinking: steol came ' through tho heated air. "I srPPOSE" hcn that good road gets through to the dam, the lars'll bo thicker!! filet.,' said the young man disconsolately. Wheeler chuckled. "Do you think they'll bulM that good road down there, where there's no room, and only TflB-OOTLAW FROODBDBtLL YOU- Adventure in the Wild West IN THE STOkY CHARLIE SIMPSON, "Spud's" chum, who is handy when some kinds of Jobs are to be done. JOE HASKELL, "plumb full of ginger and a good looker," standing high in the favor of Mr. Wheeler. ROBERT WHALEN. "SHRIMP" DWYER and their friend "BILL," all enter prising but none conscientious. BILL PANKY, whose alias is Old Jim Hendricks. a matter of years till tho river gnaws the. bank away? No, slr-ce! Tho Dona Ana Ditch 'II go through the hill back of my house, and the good road will go over m hill that's what. And they'll pay little old Tubs Wheeler a good big price for a right of way. "Maybe the railroad '11 have to move, too, some time. And when Mr. Iilg Old He-Ditch comes here, Mr. Ditch '11 make a big cut or u tunnel, .WWH A QOU MUZZLE. "YOU'LL HIAVH UOJU'TMH BtTCHl SIT VP, Of 'I'LL BCOW YOU TCKIMSDOW XOWBT' maybe through my old ridge and there's another right of way. Four count 'em four!" "Jo-ve, Mr. Wheeler, you suhtenly are a wondah!" Spud drawled. "And you want Gertlo to have a man that '11 cipher out plays like that? What's the matter with that car?" he In quired as the automobile started, then stopped again. "tJost something, 1 guess see 'em