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15CUch ‘tortt&j 9 _n_ Fin* Serial Fiction in a new form.-Three Prize Short Storiee (of four instalment* , ,• by a «wter story-teller. . » , . They’re Rea Peach at nu best n bv n«y geatH THIRD INSTALMENT "Did you drop that bolt in the well?” Mrs. Durham bleated, it dismay. "I ain’t sayin’ I did or I didn’t But remember, if this well ain’t t producer, you’re blowed up, and it ain’t a-goin’ to produce till ther’i a Mrs. Tiller Maddox to see to ut and to get her share! We bargain ed that out, long ago. Yes, an’ 1 ain’t afraid of you goin’ back or our deal, either. You don’t dast.” "I—-I’ll try again.’ "You better do more’n try. I’ll give you just one more chance. II she don’t come across, I want you to go visit your folks Saturday ev enin’, and leave her here. Under stand?” For a moment Mrs. Durham stared at the speaker, then she said: “Tiller Maddox, you’re a dirt) J _ _ I » w6* "Say! I’ve took all the back talk I can stand for one day. You heard me. You do like I tell you, an’ you needn’t to gat back from youi visit till Monday.” Not until Ben and Betty had finished their shopping and were on their way home did he tell hei about the trouble he had had with Maddox that morning. "He let on he was fooling, but of course he’ll fire me the first chance he gets,” Furlong predicted. "Oh, Ben! Why did you do it?” "We wefcte bound to tie into each other sooner or later. You can’t choose a time to get fighting mad; it’s as much as you can do to pick a good footing.” "Aunt Mary won’t let him fire you. She doesn’t trust • him any more than I do.” say: wnat nas ne gut uu uci: The girl did not look up from her driving. She fetched a deep breath as she said: "I’d dearly like to know. There’s something queei about it.—Uncle Joe was a sweet .easy-going man and she rode hin with a Spanish bit. She neve would have let him take me in when my folks died, only I die all the work. But he sure lovec me. When the oil excitement camf they rowed and fought for months When ever he got an offer die claimed he was trying to give the farm away and threatened to gc to law. I told you about that. He stood it as long as he ceuld; then he up and announced that I’d been more of a daughter to him than she’d been a wife and he aimed tc give most of his money to me any how, and then he made that lease with the Planet people. Thit’s hov Maddox came. I think she’d have p>oisoned me, if she dared, aftei what uncle said. When he was kill ed I supposed, »f course, she’e throw me out, but she didn’t. Ne use to do it, I suppose, inasmucl as he hadn’-t left any writing. A. a matter of fact, she was better t< me than she’d ever been. That’ what makes me wonder some time*—” CtWT _ .. J 1 _ . , vr uxxutx nxxabi "If he didn’t tell Tiller some thing. Something that makes he: scared of him. Sometimes she act like it’s only because of him tha she’s nice to me.—I don’t knov what I’d do if she sent me away I haven’t got a red cent. Then isn’t a living soul I could—” Ben passed his arm around th slim, girlish figure and drew it t. him. "That’ll be about all fo you!” He kissed the cheek next ti his and Betty hungrily pressed he face closer. "Good thing yoi aren’t an heiress—and me wit! less than a hundred dollars.” "You behave yourself, or you’l wreck this car,” the girl warnei him. Maddox carried out his inten tion. He discharged Furlong 01 Friday night, explaining that th well was down, and the nex morning Ben broke the news t his sweetheart. Betty was indig nant. She was for appealing t her aunt, but he refused to per mit her. He promised to let he hear from him in a day or so. Betty’s face was flushed, he eyes were shining, when she en tered the house after he was gon< She was surprised to find her aun awaiting her. "Tiller came over the othe night when you was in town, Mrs. Durham began. "Did he?” “He talked a lot about yoi Tiller’s a fine man, dearie—” Betty broke *ut irritabl) "Don’t Jet’s jstart that all over again.” "Oh, your head’s' full of Fur I long, I suppose! What’s he got? I Nothing. Not even a job. Now 1 Tiller wants to marry you and— you better do it.” "You know very well I’ll do nothing of the sort.” "Maybe you won’t and maybe you will.” Mrs. Durham’s lips set I themselves in lines of inflexibility. "If you got a smitch of sense you will. D’you want to be poor all your life or d’you want to be rich?” "I tell you I won’t! I won’t!” declared the girl. "The big black, greasy brute!” "Now don’t fly off the handle Ben passed his arm around the slim girlish figure and drew it to him. • till I’m through. I’ve been pretty ■ good to you—” , "I’ve earned my keep ever since l I came. You’d have paid more for • a hired girl than I cost.” , “Oh, hush up and let me fin ish. We alius fight like this. Your Uncle Joe cared a lot for you and —and I want to respect his wish es. When that well comes in this farm’ll be worth—I don’t know what. Anyhow, my heart’s set on seeing you get a good home and have everything. How’d you like to live in a fine house in Dallas?” "What ails you? Are you losing your mind, Aunt Mary?” "And you can have ’em if you marry Tiller. Marry Furlong and you’ll spend your life over a cook stove.” now can liller give me things like that?” "I'll give ’em to you.” After a moment Betty inquired, , curiously, "How much will you give?” It was Mrs. Durham’s time to , hesitate, her words came with an ; effort. "I don’t know—mebbe a . quarter interest.” "Humph!” The exclamation was one of scorn. "There’s gratitude for you? ■ Mebbe if it’s a real big well I’d ; do better. You—you’ve got to do ; it, Betty!” the widow cried in dis • traction. "If you don’t he’ll ruin everything. He said so. If that : well don’t come in the farm isn’t worth—” ; "So! That’s why you’re so gen > erous. Now you listen to me. I - wouldn’t marry Tiller Maddox, not , for all the oil in Texas, not if it : was to save your life.” i "Wait! Don’t make up your , mind in a hurry. I—I’m going over to Cousin Anna’s:—” [ "When? What for?” } "Right after dinner. You think it over while I’m gone, dearie. I . feel like you was ray own kin. I now tardm Helps > Women To Bufld Up Cardui stimulates the appetite and improves digestion, helping women to get more strength from the food r they eat. As nourishment is im proved, strength is built up, certain r functional pains go away and wom , en praise Cardui for helping them i. back to good health. . . . Mrs. O. E. t Ratliff, of Hinton, W. Va., writes: “After the birth of my last baby, I did not seem to get my strength * back. I took Cardui again and was soon sound and well. I have given it to my daughters and recommend it to other ladies.” . . . Thousands L. of women testify Cardui benefited them. If it does not benefit YOU, consult a physician. want to do right by you and—” "Rats!” said the girl. The town lay hot and gasping under the sun. There was no shade out-of-doors, for nothing grew in the streets, not even grass; its cin der yards, its board walls and iron roofs radiated waves of heat like those from a stove. Late in the afternoon Ben Fur long entered the skating rink, paid his admission at the turnstile, and went through. Here, at least, was a place to sit down out of the sun. Out of the whirling throng upon the floor shot a figure; it was Ben’s friend, the engineer of the Maddox rig. He rolled up to the bench where Furlong sat and collapsed upon it. ?'Whew! It’s hard work havin’ a good job in this town,” he pant ed. "Landed a job yet?” "I’ve got some prospects lined up. What’s the matter? You fired, too?” "Naw! Maddox laid us off ,for for the day. Miz’ Durham brought us in.” "Did Betty come with her?” Ben eargerly inquired. The engineer shook his head; a grin spread over his face. "Say! You know how scared Tiller is of nitroglycerine? When we left he was hidin’ out in the brush like a quail. The powder wagon came an’ he took it on the run.” "Powder wagon? What’s a pow der wagon doing there?” Ben in quired. "Why, he aim to shoot the well. He got a permit an’ the stuff’s on the ground, ready for the men.” I He’s crazy if he shoots that well,” Furlong declared. "What s he thinking about?” "So I told him, 'Leave her alone an’ she’ll blow herself in,’ I says to him. She’s coughin’ now, an I bet as many wells has been ruin ed by that stuff as they is well: that’s been made.” "I’m going to see Mrs. Dur ham.” Ben rose, but th$ other ex plained: "She’s gone away over Sunda) to visit her kinfolks.” "Who’s looking out for Betty?’ "I dunno. Tiller, I reckon.’ Furlong frowned. For a while hs listened inattentively to his com panion, then he rose and left th< rink. 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