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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 22, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Ain't satisfied with me? Why
not Did I ask to be elected sheriff?
Didn't the town come to me and say
they'd decided to nominate me?"
asked Dick Farley.
He looked straight into the puck
ered eyes of old Jim Brant, who low
ered his own unsteadily.
"You understand me, Dick. I only
come to you as your friend, "said the
old man. "I thought there was
something gone wrong between Do
ris and you and I thought maybe she
she had heard of what folks are
"What are they saying?" demand
ed Dick.
"Why, that they guess you are tak
ing your time about tackling San
cho," responded Brant
Dick flushed angrily. He had been
sheriff six months and the notorious
outlaw was still at liberty. Some
where in the hills beyond the desert
Sancho had his quarters. He had de
scended to a rench the week before
and lifted a pure-blooded stallion. It
had been Dick's business to arrest
him, but bow could he hunt him single-handed
among the hills the other
side of a blazing desert in midsum
mer? Dick had not been idle. He had
laid his plans through Lina, the
dancer, Sancho's friend; and through
her he knew the outlaw would some
day fall into his clutches. He real
ized that public feeling had grown
chilly; the people wanted something
done and done byhim, at once,
Doris and he had been as good as
engaged two months before. Dick
had noticed the change in the girl,
but he had not ascribed it to public
gossip Stung by old Brant's insin
uation, he went straight to the house.
Doris looked up from the porch and
"What's the matter, Doris?" Dick
blurted out, coming close to her.
"That matter?" parried the girl.
"You've changed," said Dick hotly.
"You are different from what you
used to be."
"Did I ever give you the right to
speak to me like that'"
"I hoped for it," said Dick, twist
ing his hat nervously. "It's because
Suddenly the Door Was Flung Open
of what people are. saying, isn't it?"
"What are they saying?"
"That I'm afraid to tackle Sancho.
You pay heed to that sort of gossip,
do you, Doris?"
"I am not answerable to you," Do
ris retorted. "You can go away now
and not come back until you are feel
ing better."
"If I go I shall not come back un
til you send for me."
"Please yourself," she replied, with
affected indifference.

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