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On strength and showing of this statement, we respectfully solicit your bank-® liny business. DIRECTORS WM. EGGERS THOS. RAE J. I, MAURER, inc. ur.»iaun K.IVVIJB.\ EMBERII, 1907. at -50c'. 2 ^, ,/ ... $2 5OOO (JO .... 37888.16 9000.00 5'" '4 $7-479 3o 'in reserve is OF THE THREE U- BY KATE AND VIRGIL COPY# ICMT BY A Mi CLUPC St. CO. /907 "Mrs. niggins, at uie 'Hon Ami.- sne continued, sniiiius. "I was so hungry when we got. to Velpen, though I had eaten a tremendous breakfast at the Lazy S. Hut 5 o'clock is an unholy hour at which to eat one's breakfast, isn't it, and 1 just couldn't help get ting hungry all over again. So I per suaded Mary to stop for another cup of coffee. It is ridiculous the way I eat in your country." "It is a good country," he said, sob erly. "It must be—if you, can say so." "Hecause 1 have failed, shall 1 cry out that law cannot be enforced in Kemah county? Sometimes—may it be soon—there will come a man big enough to make the law triumphant. He will not be I." He was still smarting from his many set-backs. He had worked hard and had accomplished nothing. At the last term of court, though many cases were tried, he had not secured one conviction. "We shall see," said Louise, softly. Her look, straight into his eyes, was a glint of sunshine in dark places. Then she laughed. "Mrs. Higgins said to me: 'Jinimie Mac hain't got the sense he was born with. His little, dried-up brain 'd rattle 'round in a mustard seed and he's get tin' sliet o' that little so fast it makes my head swim." She was telling about times when he hadn't acted just fair to you. I am glad—from all I hear— that this was taken out of his hands." "I can count my friends, the real ones, on one hand, I'm afraid," said Gordon, with a good-humored snrile "and Mrs. Higgins surely is the thumb." "1 am glad you smiled," said Louise. "That would have sounded so bitter if you had not." "1 couldn't help smiling. You—you have such a way, Miss Dale." It was blunt but it rang true. "It is true, though, about my friends. If 1 could convict—.Jesse Black, for instance—a million friends would call me blessed. But I can't do it alone. They will not do it they will not help me do it they despise me because I can't do ip, and swear at me because I try to do it—and there you have the whole situation in a nutshell, Miss Dale." Tke sun struck across her face. He reached over and lowered the blind. "Thank you. Hut it is "vantage in' nosy, is it not? You will get justice before Uncle Hammond." Unconsciously his shoulders straightened. "Yes, Miss Dale, it is "vantage in.' One of two things will come to pass. I shall send Jesse Hlack over or he paused. His eyes, unseeing, were l:xed on the gliding landscape as it appeared in rectangular spots through the window in front of them. "Yes. Or prompted Louise, softly. "Never mind. It is of no conse quence," lie said, abruptly. "No fear of Judge Dale. Juries are my Water loo." "Is it, then, such a nest of cow arus: cried l.uuise, intense scorn in her clear voice. ,v "Ves," deliberately. v:'''^Ien are afraid of retaliation—those who are not actually blood-guilty, as you might say. And who can say who is mid who is not? Hut he will be sent over this time. Paul Langi'ord is on his trail. (Jive me two men like Land lord and that anachronism an hon est nnui west of the river—Willislon, and you can have the rest, sheriff and all." "Mr. W'illiston—he has been unfor ruuate, has he not? He is such a jentleinan, and a scholar, surely." "riurely. He is one of the linest fellows'1 know. A man of the most sensitive honor. If such a thing can be, 1 should say he is too honest, for his own good. A man can be, you know. There is nothing in the world that cannot be overdone." She looked at him earnestly. His eyes did not shift. She was satislied. "Your work belies your words," she said quietly. Dust and cinders drifted in between the slats of the closed blind. Putting her handkerchief to her lips, Louise looked at the dark streaks on it with reproach. "Your South Dakota dirt is so— black," she said, whimsically. "Better black than yellow," ho re torted. "It looks cleaner, now, doesn't it?" "Maybe you think my home a fit dwelling place for John Chinaman," pouted Louise. "Yes—if that will persuade you that South Dakota is inlinitely better. Are you open to conviction?" "Never! 1 should die if I had to stay heie." "You will be going back—soon?" "Some day, sure! Soon? Maybe. Oh, 1 wish I could. That part of me which is like (hide Hammond says, "Stay." But that other part of me which is like the rest of us, says, What's the use? (Jo back to your kind. You re happier there. Why should you want to be different? Whit does it all amount to?' I am afraid 1 shall be weak enough and foolish enough to go back and—stay." Tii«re was a sl.lr In the forward part of the car! A man, hitherto sit ting quietly.by the side of an alert wiry little fellow who sat next the aisle, had attempted to bolt the car by springing over the empty seat, in front of him and making a dash for the door. It was daring, but in vain. His companion, as agile as he, had seized him and forced him again into his place before the rest of the pas sengers fully understood that the at- Smothering a wild impulse to keep the hand where it had lain such a brief, palpitating while, Gordon re mained silent. God only knows what human longing he crushed down, what intense discouragement, what sick de sire to lay down his thankless task and flee to the uttermost parts of the world to be away from the crying need he yet could not still. Then he answered simply, "I did not mean it, Miss Dale." And then there did not seem to be anything to say between them for a long while. The half-breed had set tled down with stolid indifference. People had resumed their newspapers and magazines and day dreams after the fleeting excitement. It was very warm. Louise tried to create a little breeze by flicking her somewhat be grimed handkerchief in front of her face. Gordon took a newspaper from his pocket, folded it and fanned her gently. He was not used to the little graces of life, perhaps, but he did this well. An honest man and a kindly never goes far wrong in any direction. "You must not think, Miss Dale," he said, seriously, "that it is all bad up here. I am only selfish. I have bee-.i harping on my own little corner of wickedness all Ihe while. It is a good land. It will be better before long." "When?" asked Louise. "When we convict Jesse Black and when our Indian neighbors get over their mania for divorce," he answered, laughing softly. Louise laughed merrily, and so the journey ended as it had begun, with a laugh and a jest. In the judge's runabout, Louise held out her hand. "I'm almost homesick," she cried, smiling. f* .CHAPTER IX. The Attack on the Lazy S. It was late. The August night was cool and sweet after a weary day of intense heat. The door was thrown wide open. It was good to feel the night air creeping into the stilling room. There was no light within and without, nothing but the brilliant stars in the quiet, brooding sky. Williston was sitting just within the doorway. Mary, her hands clasped idly around her knees, sat on the doorstep, thoughtfully staring out into the still darkness. There was a stir. "Bedtime, little girl," said Willis ton. "Just a minute more, daddy. Must we have a Jight? Think how the mosquitoes wilt swarm. Let's go to bed in the dark.'' "We will shut the door, and next summer, little girl, you shall have your screens. 1 promise that, always providing, of course, Jesse ,Black leaves us alone." Had it not been so dark, .Mury'rould have seen the wistful smile on the thin scholarly face. But though she could not see it, she knew it was there. There had been fairer hopes and more generous promises in the past few years. They had all gone the dreary way of impotent striving, of bitter disappointment. There was little need of light fur Mary to read her father's thoughts. r' -Ew imfx, Sf*S IS11P "Sure, daddy," she answered, cheer-, ily. "And I'll see that you don't for get. As for Jesse Black, he wouldn't dare with the Three Bars on his trail. Well, if you must have a light, you must," rising and stretching her firm fleshed young arms far over her head. "You can't forget you were born in civilization, can you, daddy? I am sure I could be your man in the dark, if you'd let me" and I always turn your night-shirt right side out before hanging it on your bedpost, and your sheet and spread are turned down, and water right at hand. You funny, funny little father, who can't go to bed in the dark." She was rummaging around a shell' in search of matches. "Now, I have forgotten long since that I wasn't born on the plains. It wouldn't hurt me if I had misplaced my nightdress. I've done it," with a gay little laugh. He must be cheered up at all costs, this buffeted and disap pointed but fine-minded, high-strung and lovable father of hers. "And I haven't taken my hair down nights since—oh, since months ago, till—oh, well—so you see it's easy enough for me to go to bed in the dark." 1 tempt had really been made. I "Is he crazy? Are they taking him to Yankton?" asked Louise, the pretty color all gone from her face. "Did he think to jump off the train?" I "That's John Yellow Wolf, a young half-breed. He's wanted up In the Hills for cattle-rustling—United States court case. That's Johnson with him, oeputy United States marshal." "Poor fellow," said Louise, pityingly. "Don't waste your sympathy on such as he. They are degenerates—many of these half-breeds. They will swear to anything. They inherit all the evils of the two races. Good never mixes. Yellow Wolf would swear him self into everlasting torment for a pint of whiskey. You see my cause of complaint? Hut never think, Miss Dale, that these poor chaps of half breeds, who are hardly responsible, are the only ones who are willing to swear to damnable lies." There was a tang of bitterness in his voice. "Per jury, Miss Dale, perjury through fear of bribery or self-interest, God knows what, it is there I must break, I sup pose, until the day of judgment, un less—I run away." Her hand touched the match box at last. A light flared out. "Shut the door quick, dad," she said, lighting the lamp on the table. "The skeeters'll eat us alive." Williston stepped to the door. Just a moment he stood there in the door way, the light streaming out into the night, tall, thoughtful, no weakling in spite of many failures and many mis takes. A fair mark he made, outlined against the brightly lighted room. It was quiet. Not even a coyote shrilled. And while he stood there looking up at the calm stars, a sudden sharp're port rang out and the sacred peace of God, written in the serenity of still summer nights, was desecrated. Hiss ing and ominous, the bullet sang past VYilliston's head, perilously near, and lodged in the opposite wall. At that moment the light was blown out. A great presence of mind had come to Mary in the time of imminent dan ger." "Good, my dear!" cried Williston, in low tones. Quick as a flash the door was slammed shut and bolted just as a second shot fell foul of it. 1 Louise, through all the working of his smart and sting, felt the quiet re serve strength of this man beside her, and, with a quick rush of longing to do her part, her woman's part of com forting and healing, she put her hand, small, ungloved, on his rough coat sleeVe. -"Is that what you meant a while ago? But you don't mean it, do you? It. is bitter and you do not mean it. Tell me that you do not mean it, Mr. Gordon, please," she said, impulsively. I "Oh, my father!" cried Mary, grop ing her way to his side. "Hush, my dear! They missed me clean. Don't lose j'our nerve, Mary. They won't find it so easy after all." There had been no third shot. A profound silence followed the second report. There was no sound of horse or man. Whence, then, the shots? One man, maybe, creeping up like Dome foul beast of prey to strike in the dark. Was he still lurking near, abiding another opportunity? I It took but a moment for Williston to have the rifles cocked and ready. Mary took her own from him with a hand that trembled ever so sligthly, I "What will you do, father?" she asked, holding her rifle lovingly and thanking God in a swift, unformed thought for every rattlesnake or other noxious creature whose life she ha,d put out. while doing her man's work of riding the range—work which had giv en her not only a man's courage, but a man's skill as well. I "Take the back window, girl," he answered briefly. "I'll take the front. 1 Stand to the side. Get used to the starlight and shoot every shadow you see, especially if it moves. Keep track of your shots, don't waste an effort and don't let anything creep up on you. They mustn't get near enough to fire the house." I His voice was sharp and incisive. The drifting habit had fallen from him and he was his own master again. Several heavy minutes dragged away without movement, without sound from without. The ticking of the clock pressed on strained ears like ghastly bell-tolling. Their eyes be came accustomed to the darkness, and by the dim starlight they were able to distinguish the outlines of the cattle sheds, still, empty, black. Nothing moved out there. "1 think they're frightened off," said Mary at last, breathing more freely. "They were probably just one, or they not have left. He knew he missed you, or he would not have fired again. Do you think it was Jesse?" "Jesse would not have missed," he said, grimly. At that moment a new sound broke the stillness, the whinny of a horse. Reinforcements had approached with in the shadow of the cattle-sheds. Something moved out there at last, "Daddy!" called Mary, in a choked whisper. "Come here—they are down at the sheds." Willislon stepped to the back win dow quickly. "Change places," he said briefly, "Daddy!" "Yes?" "Keep up your nerve," she breathed between great heart-pumps. "Surely! Do you the same, little comrade, and shoot to kill." There was a savage note in his last words. For himself, it did not matter so much, but Mary—he pinned no false faith in any thought of possible chivalrous intent on the part of the raiders to exempt his daughter from the grim fate that awaited liim. He had to deal with a desperate man there would be no clemency in this desperate man's retaliation. To his quickened bearing came the sound of stealthy creeping. Some thing moved directly in front of him, but some distance away. "Shoot every shadow yon see, especially lr It moves, were the lighting orders, and his WH-. tlie third shot ot that night. "Hell! I've got it in the leg!" cried a rough voice lull ot intense anger and pain, and there were sounds ot a precipitate retreat. Out under protection of the long row ot low-built sheds other orders were being tersely given and silently received. (To be continued) "AVf.T'V fv ,•!