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Our Reference—Those with whom we have been dealing for the past 87 yrs. PETER N. HAMMAKER A Family Newspaper—lndepenilent in Politics—Devoted to Literature, Local and General Nows. Thurmont, Frederick County, Maryland, Thursday, June 28, 1923 Allan BYNOPBIB CHAPTER I.—To the Throe-Bar ranch, Arizona, owned Jointly by Sandy Bourke, "Mormon" peters and "Soda-Water Sam" Manning, a dog maxes Its way, In the laet staKcs of exhaustion. Ins rlptlon on Its collar says Its name Is Grit, "property o£ P. Casey." Scenting a desert tragedy, Bourke and Sam mount and let the dog lead them. CHAPTER ll.—The two find a dying man, Patrick Casey, pinned under an overturned wagon, und a young girl, his daughter. They get him out, but he dies almost Instantly, murmuring “Molly— mines." Sandy takes the girl, Molly, to the ranch. CHAPTER III.—It Is agreed that Molly staye as "mascot" of the ranch. Sandy insists, though, that she must have an education. Jim Pllmsoll, gambler, visiting the ranch. Insults Molly. He claims he grubstaked Casey, which made him the old man's partner. Mormon drives him off. CHAPTER IV.—Starting with a gold eagle, Molly's luck piece. Sandy, with Sum, plays faro at rflmsoU'B place, win ning In the neighborhood of 110,000. CHAPTER V.—lt Is arranged that Molly, to whom the half of Sandy's winnings be long, shall go East to be "eddlcated." - CHAPTER VI.—A neighbor, Mlrands Bailey, warns the ranchers that Jim Pllm soll, as Patrick Casey's "partner," claims guardianship of Molly, and the authori ties stand In with him. Sandy determines to take the girl to New Mexico, visiting on the way an old friend, Harbara Red ding, for advice as to Molly's going East. The three men, with the girl, set out. CHAPTER Vll.—Pursued by the sheriff, the ranchers separate. Mormon and Sam returning, and Sandy and Molly going on. CHAPTER VllT.—Tsie two nre caught In a pass by a cloudburst, during which Sandy saves Molly's life. They reach the town of Caroca, their objective. CHAPTER IX.—At Caroca Sandy meets a friend, who helps the pair elude the pur suing sheriff, anil they safely board the train on their way out of the state. CHAPTER X.—Sandy returns to his partners, announcing that Molly has been placed In a school recommended by Bar bara Redding. CHAPTER XI.—A party of riders head ed by a man named Brandon visits the Three-Bar, announcing their suspicions of Jim Plimsoll s conduct of his horse ranch. They have all lost stock, and believe Pllmsoll to be the thief, but are unable to prove It. Gold Is struck at Dynamite, where Molly's claim Is located, the usual rush following. Pllmsoll claims the Casey mine, by virtue of his alleged "grubstake.” Determined to protect her Interests, Sandy (who realizes he Is much more than materially interested In her) and his two friends, with Miranda Bailey, proceed to Dynamite. They find Pllmsoll conducting a gambling place. Sandy rescues a young assayer. Clay Westlake, from a bully. CHAPTER Xll.—Westlake says Indica tions are that the strike will pan out well. As anticipated, Pllmsoll has Jumped Molly’s claims, but the three partners drive off the gunmen he has left In charge, and Sandy gives Pllmsoll until sun-up next day to leave the town, or the two will "shoot It out." CHAPTER XIII,—An attempt to injure the three ranchers Is frustrated. CHAPTER XIV.—A capitalist from the East, announcing himself as Wilson Keith, arrives at Dynamite. Pllmsoll, knowing he Is no match for Sandy In a gun tight, shows his yellow streak and leaves town. CHAPTER XV.—Keith, it appears, has been negotiating with Pllmsoll for the purchase of Molly's claims. Sandy tells the truth about the mine, announcing that he, his partners* and Molly*, have •qual shares in the property. Next day papers are drawn up, giving Keith 40 per cent of the shares of a company which he is to organize, the rest belong ing to Molly and the three cowboys Brandon writes Sandy that he has set a trap for Pllmsoll. Molly sends word of her forthcoming visit, with Keith, Ills son Donald, and her governess-compan ion, Kate Nicholson, to the Three-Bar. CHAPTER XVl.—'The party arrives, Molly very different from the girl who had left her protectors a few months ago. T7Te trnln rolled In majestically, the private car gleaming with varnish and polished glass and brnss, with a white-routed (larky flashing white teeth on the platform as the fussy local engine took the detached luxury to the side-track designated for Its Hereford location. The flivver was parked and Miranda, Mormon nnd Sum made one group a little ahead of the others, recognized by the crowd as privileged. If Wilson Keith, clad In tweeds (nil >red on Fifth avenue, a little portly, square-faced, confident, a trifle condescending. typified the East, Snndy was the West. A good horse Is the incarnation of symmetry, grace nnd power. Sandy, erect In the saddle, lean and keen, matched all of Pron to’s fitness. Man and mount both eminently belonged to the land, shim mering with sage, fnr-stretclilng to the mountains, a land thut demanded and bred such a combination. Keith stood by the railing of his platform, the darky ready with the dismounting stool. He surveyed the crowd affably, with the poise of a successful candidate assured of wel come. waving his hand In deml-snlute to Snndy, Sam nnd Mormon, lifting his lint graciously to Miranda Bailey. The man nnd the car emanated pros perity. Yet, for all the booming of Casey Town, the finding of pay-ore, the sale of shares, Keith’s present financial status was not all that he trusted It might he within a short time. It was part of the technique of his pro fession to assume a mask and manner of financial success, and of late he had worn these until at times they jaded him. hut they were well designed, well worn, nnd no one doubted but that Wilson Keith was a man of ready millions. Keith had dallied with oil, had apeo ulated,. plunged, been persuaded to In vest heavily. He was beginning to , have a vague fear of not being so > certain as he would have wished as , to which end of the line he had taken, } that of the halted hook, or the end [ that was attached to the reel that au i tomatlrally plnys the fish. He sold gold nnd he wns buying oil. r Others, pnrtners with him In new en [ terprlßes In the petroleum field, were i making sudden fortunes. His turn J had not come yet, but they assured him that hls ventures promised even more than those that had enriched them. Faster than gold came out of 1 Casey Town Keith used It In Okln i linmn nnd Texas. 1 The engine uncoupled and panted off, leaving the car at rest on the 1 spur-track. The fox-faced secretary came out, held the door open. Some one followed Molly Casey. Snndy surmised It must he Donald Keith, hut lie had sight for nothing except the slender figure whose radiant face, be tween a Panama hat and a dustcoat of pongee silk, shone straight at him. i It was Molly, hut a glorified Molly, woman, not girl. The freckles had gone, the snub nose had become de fined, the eyes of Irish blue seemed to have deepened In line hack of their smudgy lnslies. The wide mouth wns the same, scarlet and soft ns cactus blossom, smiling, opening In n glad cry. . . . “Sandy!" Her arms went out toward him In greeting over the brass railing. Then Grit, catapulting from ground to platform, with frantic yaps I of welcome, fairly howled over the dnrky with hls mounting block and bounded up Into Molly's enihrnce. There was confusion on the platform for a moment with Grit as the nu cleus. Another jierson had come out. evidently Mlns Nicholson. She had the general appearance of a white rahldt and the manners of a mater nally (mentioned but none too effi cient hen. Keith descended first, Molly darted by Ills extended hand and ran straight to Sandy, who hud dismounted. "Pm going to hug you, and Mormon and Sam, as soon ns we get home to | the ranch,” she cried. "Home! Pm , 'so glad to he here. Pronto, you beauty, nnd my own bay, Blaze! Do i you remember the trip over the ntesu, Blaze? How did you know I wnnted to ride to Three Star Instead of drive?" "Took a chance,” said Sandy. “Do you?” The old woman-shyness had come over him, fighting with hls knowledge of the child who had changed Into a woman. And the pon gee duster deceived him, "Do I? Didn’t I write you I was i aching to fork a saddle? Look 1" She unbuttoned the duster with swift fingers and stripped It off, stand ing revealed in riding togs of smallest black and white checks, coat flaring out from the trim waist, slim, straight legs in breeches and riding hoots, a white stock about the slender, round ed neck. She gave one hund to Mor mon, the other to Sam, gazing at her In admiration that was radiant and goggle-eyed. Snndy, looking down at her, saw her eyes crinkle at the cor ners In the old way. Keith und hls son Joined them, coming from the car. Miss Nicholson hovering behind In gratiatingly. "Glad to see you, Bourke," he said. “And you, Manning. You, too, Peters. Meet my son, Donald.” The three partners shook hands gravely with the hoy, appraising him Without his guessing It. "Glad to see you out west," said Mormon. "We’d sure admire to have you visit us fo’ a spell." "I was hoping for a bid,” said young Keith. “Thanks. The car is here, or will be within an hour or two. Father shipped It ahead. Sims wired us It was at Hie junction. He will drive It over for us to go on to Casey Town as soon as he overhauls it. Then I'll run In from the mines, as soon as 1 Dad can spare me. "Donald has to get acquainted with a real mining property," said Keith affably. "Molly was certain you would have a horse for her, Bourke. . Don’t wait round for us. We have to : get some supplies and we’ll wait In my car till the machine comes. Er —" he looked around, and Miss Nicholson . fluttered up—"this Is Molly’s compan ion, Miss Nicholson. She goes with you to the ranch. How ...?’’ | Sandy Indicated the flivver and In troduced Miranda Bailey, who had been directing the stowage of the grips and the proper subordination of the porter, who had not seemed ap- . preclatlve of the flivver. Molly held out a gloved hand for' the reins of the fretful Blaze. Young Keith advanced with the proffer of a palm for her mounting. She shook her hend at him. “Blaze wouldn’t know what you were trying to do, Don,” she said. She turned the stirrup, set In her foot, herself lightly, holding Ker body close to the hay’s withers for a second as he whirled, then lifting to the saddle, firm-seated, with a laugh for Blaze’s plunglngs. “I see they didn’t unteach you rldln’ back east,” said Mormon admiringly. Miss Nicholson clambered Into the flivver beside Miranda Bailey. Sam, Mormon and the grips packed the tonneau, and Keith and his son were left standing by the private car. Keith was soon surrounded with a crowd, making himself popular, flat tering them until they finally went away convinced that they had all con stituted a first-class reception com mittee to meet the Illustrious, the en ergetic, good-fellow-well-met promoter and engineer of other people’s for tunes. There was not much spoken be tween Molly and Sandy on the way There Was Not Much Spoken Between Molly and Sandy on the Way Back to the Ranch. hack to the ranch. She seemed con tent to breathe In deep the herb scented air and gaze at the moun tains. Sandy, riding a little to one side, a little back of her, so that he could see lier better without appearing to stare, echoed, for the time, her happiness. This was Molly, the girl who had sworn when she told them of her father's death. He could recall tha tone of the words at will. "The d —d road Jest slid out from under. He didn't have a h—l-chance!" Molly, who hud put arms about hls neck and kissed him good-by when she went to school —how long ago that seemed —and said, "Sandy, I don’t want to go. but I'll he game.” This was hls Molly! The knowl edge swept over Sandy and left him tingling. Love came to him, the first, clean white flame of first love, burn ing like a lamp In the heart of a man. It was for this, he knew, that he had been woman-shy, that he had cher ished hls own thought of womanhood as something so rare a thought might tarnish It. First love, shorn of boy fallacies, strong, Irresistible, protec tive, passionate. Game and dainty, tender, true, a girl-woman, partner —what a partner she would make, western-bred . . . 1 1 He checked himself there. She was western born, but what had the trans planting done? Would she ever now be satisfied with western ways? She would come to him, Sandy knew that. Whatever he asked her she would not refuse. But would that be fair to her? And he did not want her to come to him out of gratitude. He wanted her nature to fuse with his. j It seemed no time since he had j taken her from her saddle and car- i ried her, a tired, heartsore child, in hls arms. She must have a fair chance to see if the East, with all It could offer her of amusement and In terest, would not outbid the claims of the West. He must wait and watch and hold himself in hand though hls love and hls knowledge of It thrilled through him, charging him as If with an electric current that strove to close all gaps between him and Molly, struggling ever, In mind and body, to complete the circle. They got to the ranch ahead of the flivver by a scant margin. Miranda Bailey Inducted Molly and her chap eron governess into the quarters she had helped prepare for them, Molly giving little cries of delight at the Improvements she saw downstairs. Miranda came down first and Joined the partners. "Molly Is certainly sweet," she said. "She’s grown Into a woman an’ she’s grown away from the old Molly. Can't say as how she's affected none an’ her speech an’ manners Is sure fine. That gel’s natcherally got a grand disposition. "The Nicholson person—her first name Is Clarice—ls well-mennln’ enough. She ain't shlf'less, but she ain't what you’d call practical. I reckon she does fine In teachln’ Molly some things, but she’d be plumb wasted out west. I’ll say she never | washed out anything bigger than a hankychlf or cooked a thing larger’n an egg. An’ she c'udn't boss a sick lizard. But she’s easy to git along with, I suppose. "That Donald la a good-lookin' lad," went on Miranda. “It must take him an awful waste of time to fix hls clothes every time he puts 'em on. I don’t know how smart he Is Inside, but he's got some of them movin'- picture heroes beat on appearance. I'm wonderful what Molly thlpJts L about "him. ’ As for "hls father, he k s smart enough Inside an' out. But he talks too much like a politician to suit me. I'm mighty glad we got cash for our claims. Keith’s too slick an’ smooth an' smilin' to suit me.” It wns a lengthy diatribe from Mi randa Bailey, accustomed ns they were to hear her state opinions freely. The trio at Three Star had univer sally come to respect her decisions and also her Intuitions, and none of them had felt especially cordial toward Keith as a man, though they considered him good In Ids profession. "The writer, Klplln’," said Sandy, "wrote a poem about East an’ West, sn.vln’ that never the two c’ud meet. Ef Keith tries to flamjlgger Molly out of anything that’s cornin’ to her by rights, why, I reckon that’s one time the West an’ East Is goln’ to meet— an’ mehhe lap over a bit. So fur, he’s put money In our pockets. Here's Molly . . ." “I’m goln’ home," said Miranda, as the girl entered the room. 'Tve got you started an' I’ll run over once In a while to see how Pedro Is makln’ out.” She said good-by to Molly, who had swiftly changed out of her riding clothes Into a gown that looked simple enough to Sabdy, though he sensed there were touches about It that differentiated It from anything turned out locally. With the dress Rhe looked more womanly, older, than In the boyish breeches. Miss Nichol son had made some changes also, but she had a chnmeleon-llke faculty of blending with the background that preserved her alike from being criti cized or conspicuous. As she shook hands with Miranda the two present ed marked contrasts. Miranda was twentieth-century-western, of equal rights and equnl enterprise; Miss Nicholson mld-Vlctorlan, with no more use for n vote than for one of Sandy’s guns. Yet likable. “I’m going to Daddy’s grave," said Molly, when Mlrandn had fllvvered ofT. 'T wish the three of you would come there to me In about ten min utes. Miss Nicholson, everybody’s at home here. Please do nnytldng you want to, nothing you don't want to.” At the end of the ten minutes the three men wulked together toward the cottonwoods. Grit was lying on the grave, and they saw Molly kneel ing by the little railing. They ad vanced silently over the turf and stood In a group about her with their hats off and their heads bowed. Grit made no move and Molly did not look up for two or three minutes. Then she greeted them with a smile. There were no tear-signs on her face though her eyes were moist. "I wanted to thank you all," she said, "and to tell you how glad I am to be hack. I have met lots of people, of all sorts and kinds, hut not one of them who could hold a cnndle to any'of you three kind, true-hearted friends. I wanted to do It here where Daddy Is In the place you gave him and made for him under the trees, close to the running water. I was only a girl—a kiddle —when I went away. I think I am a great deal older now, perhnps, than other girls of my age. And I realize all you have done for me. The only thing Is, I don't know how to begin to thank you." She went to Mormon and took hold of both hls hands, her head raised, lips curved to kiss him. Mormon stooped and turned hls weathered cheek, but Molly kissed him full on the lips. So with Sam, despite the enormous mustache. Then she came to Sandy, taller than the others, hls face grave, under control, the eager ness smothered In hls eyes, desire checked by revertnee for the pure af fection of the offered salute. He fan cied that her Ups trembled for a mo ment as they rested softly warm, upon hls own. But the tremor might have been hls own. He knew hls heart was pounding against the slight tonch of her slenderness that was manifest with womanhood. Hls arms ached with the restraint he set upon them, In the presence of Mormon and Sam. “I’ve brought some things for you," said Molly. "Just presents that 1 bought In shops. But I wanted to He Fancied That Her Lips Trembled for a Moment ae They Reeted Softly Warm Upon Hit Own. thank you out here where Daddy, lies." She sought their glances, searching to see If they understood, satisfied. "We're sure glad to git back the Mascot of the Three Star,” said Mor mon. "Ah' the sooner you xrlt through Terms $1.06 in Advance. bein’"" eSdlcated aa' corns back To' keeps, the better," amended Sam. Sandy said nothing but smiled at her and Molly smiled back again. "I think you have been my mascot rather than m<£ yours. I've still got my luck piece," and she pulled out of her neck, suspended by a fine chain of gold, the gold piece with which Sandy had won the stake that had started her east. "Now show me all the Improvements. We’ll get Kata Nicholson. She's a first-class scout If you ever get her out of the Bhell she crawled Into a long time ago when her folks suddenly lost everything they had. If we had a piano, Sam, she’s play the soul out of your body. Walt until she gets at the harmonium tonight. You and she will have to play duets, Sam, you on the three decked harmonica I got for you.” "Aw, shucks I” protested Sam. “I’m no musician.” “You are," she said gayly. "You are my Three Wise Men of the West You are all magicians. You took me out of the desert, you have made Ufa beautiful for me. Don’t dispel the illusion, Soda-Water Sam. I’d rather hear you play ’EI Oapltan’ than listen to the Philharmonic orchestra." "Whatever that is," answered Sam. CHAPTER XVII Westlake Brings News. In the week that followed, the part ners of the Three Star managed to find many hours for holiday-making. The ranch ran well on Its own rou tine, and Molly was a princess to be entertained. Kate Nicholson emerged from her chrysalis and became almost a butterfly rather than the pale gray moth they had fancied her. Even Miranda revised her opinion. The Nicholsons, It came out, had been a family of pome consequence and a fair degree of riches in South Caro lina before an unfortunate specula tion had taken everything. Kate Nicholson, left alone soon afterward, had assumed the role of governess or companion with more or less success and drifted on, sub merged In the families who had used her services, until Keith had secured her for the post with Molly when tilings had seemed particularly black. Now, riding with Molly, with Sam und Sandy for escorts, over the open range or up into the canyons, on picnics, the years slid off from her. She laughed and talked spontane ously. Evenings, when they would return to the disconsolate Mormon, who bewailed openly his lack of saddle ease, they found, two nights out of three, Miranda Bailey, self charioted In her flivver with offerings of cake and doughnuts to supplement Pedro’s still uncertain efforts. Molly chuckled once to Sandy. “Miranda’s a dear," she said. “I wish she'd marry Mormon. But Kate Nicholson is a far better cook than she Is. Only she won’t do anything for fear of hurting Miranda’s feel ings.” Yet the governess did cook on occa sion, trout that they caught In the mountain streams, and camp biscuits and fragrant coffee when they made excursions, so deft a presiding genius of the camp-fire that Sam declared she belonged to Sageland. "I love It," she answered, sleeves tucked to the elbow, stooping over the fire, her face full of color, tucking a vagrant wisp of hair Into place. • •••••• Sam had stopped playing, w*i [Continued on page 4] The Fredericktown Savings Institution Established March. 1828 LOANS TO PROPERTY OWNERS This Institution invites applica tions for Real Estate Loans. Our desire is to be of the utmost assistance to present or pros pective Property Owners who re quire additional funds for im provement or development pur poses. Just step into the Bank and make known your needs. We are interested in your prog ress. No. 16