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THE MA BIS ON I A N
, CDPYR I 3HT 193 O' -BY KaPPggc' BROTHERS
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-; SYNOPSIS.
Cowboys of th Flying Heart ranch are
??t?rota- over the loss:f their mueh
prlfted phonograph by the defeat of their
ehsmplon in a foot-race with the cook of
tive re?.tlPeJ?e ranch. A house party is
on At the Flj-ing. Heart. J. Wallingford
fejd cheer leader at Tale. and. Culver
CYlngton. Inter-collegiate champion run
ner, are expected. ;,
CHAPTER I. Continued.
"Nonsense! Robert Keap is only
twenty-three. Why, she hardly knew
lier husband, even! It was one of
those sudden, impulsive affairs that
xrould overwhelm any irl who hadn't
een a man for four years. And
then he enlisted in the Spanish War,
tad was killed."
"Considerate chap!" y
"Roberta, you know. Is my best
mend, after Helen. Do be nice to
her. Jack." Miss Chapin sighed. "It
Is too bad the others couldn't come."
"Yes, a small house-party has its
disadvantages. By-the-way. what's
, that gold thing on your frock?"
"It's a medal. Culver sent it
me."
"Another?"
to
Yes. he won the intercollegiate
championship again." Miss Chapin
proudly extended the emblem on its
ribbon. -
"I wish to goodness Covington had
been here to take Humpy Joe's place,
aid the young cattle-man as he
turned It over. "The boys are Just
broken-hearted over losing that pho
nograph."
"IH get him to run and win it back,'
Jean offered; easily.
Her brother laughed. "Take my ad-
rice. Sis, and don't let Culver mix up
in this game ! The stakes are too
high. I think that Centipede cook is
a professional runner, myself, and if
our boys were beaten again well, you
add mother and I would have to move
otit of New Mexico, that's all. No,
' Ve'd better let the memory of that
defeat die out as quickly as possible.
You warn Fresno not to joke about It
any more, and I'll take Mrs. Keap off
- your hands. She may be a widow, she
. may even be the . chaperon, but I'll
do it; I will do it," promised Jack
"for my sister's sake."
CHAPTER II.
rr-TTELEN BLAKE was undenl
ably bored The sultry aft
ernoon was very long long
er even than Berkeley Fres
no's autobiography, and
quite as dry. It was too hot
and dusty to . ride, so she
took refuge in the latest
"best seller," and sought
out a hammock on the vine-
shaded, gallery, ' where Jean' Chapin
was writing letters, while the discon
solate Fresno, banished, wandered at
large, vaguely injured at her lack of
appreciation.
Absent-mindedly, . the girls dipped
Into the box of bonbons between them
Jean finished her correspondence and
essayed conversation, but her compan
. Ion's blond head- was bowed over the
book in her lap, and the effort met
with no response. Lulled by the som
niferous droning of Insects and lazy
echoes from afar. Miss Chapin was
on the verge- of slumber, ' when she
aw her guest rapidly turn the last
pages of her novel, then, with a choco
late between her teeth, read wide-
yed to the finish. Miss Blake closed
the book reluctantly, uncurled slowly,
then : stared out . through, the dancing
beat-waves, her blue "eyes shadowed
with romance.
"Did she marry him?", queried Jean
"No; no ! " Helen Blake sighed, bliss
fully. "It was Infinitely finer. She
Wiled herself.".
.' "I like to" see them get married."
"Naturally. You are at that .stage
But I think suicide is more glorious,
in many cases."
Miss Chapin yawned openly. "Speak
ing of . suicideB, isn't this ranch the
-deadest place ?" - V '
v "Oh, I don't think so at all."
- Oh yes, you do, and you needn't be
polite Just heause. you're a guest,"
"Well, then, to be as truthful, as a
boarder, it la a . little, dull. Not for
our ' chaperon, though.- The time
, doesnt seem . to 4ag- on her hands
Jack certainly is. asking it pleasant
for. her."- - . '
"If you call taking her out to watch
. lot of bellowing calves get branded,
entertainment," Miss Chapin- sighed.
: MIbs Blake leaned forward and read
the inscription on her companion's
medal. "Oh, isn't it heavy!" feeling
It reverently.
r-Pure gold, like himself! . You
chould have seen him when he won it
Why, at the finish of that race all the
jnen but Culver . were making the
most horrible faces. ; They were sim
ply .dead." '- .--'tr-i''-
Miss Blake's hands were clasped rin
her lap. . "They all make faces," said
che. "Have you told Roberta about
your engagement?";
"No, ehe doesa't dream of It, and I
don't want her te know. I'm so afraid
faell thin k, sc , that another has
gone, that I asked her here Just as
a chaperon. Perhaps I'll tell Tux when
Culver comes." ;f ?
'1 have heard Culver speak of him.
but never as an athlete. ; Have you
and -Mr. Speed settled thingB. between
you, Helen? I mean, has he Slid any
thing?" V
Miss Blake flushed.
"Not exactly." She adjusted a
cushion to cover her confusion, then
leaned hack complacently. "But he
has stuttered dangerously -several
times." '
A musical tinkle of silver spurs
sounded in the distance, and around
the corner of the cook-house opposite
came Carara, the Mexican, his wide,
Bpangled sombrero tipped rakishly
over one ear. a corn-hubk tjigarette
drooping from his lips. ...-,-;
"It's that romantic Spaniard!" whte
pered Helen. "What does b(i want?"
"It's his afternoon call fri Marie-
detta, the maid," Baid Jeaft. "They;
meet there twice a day, morning and
afternoon." v .
"A lovers' tryst!" breathed Miss
Blake, eagerly. "Isn't he graceful and
picturesque! Can we watch them?"
"'Sh-h! There she comet!"
From the opposite direction ap
peared a slim, .swarthy Mexican girl,
an Indian water-jug balanced upon her
shoulders. She was clad in the
straight-hanging native garment, belt
ed In with a sash; her feet were in
sandals, and she moved as silently as
a shadow.
During- the four days v since'" Miss
Blake's arrival at the Flying Heart
Ranch she had seen Marie detta flit
ting noiselessly, here and there, but
had never heard her speak. The pret
ty, expressionless face beneath the
straight black hair had ever retained
its wooden stolidity, the velvety eyes
had not laughed nor frowned nor
sparkled. She seemed- to be merely
a part of this far southwestern pic
ture; a bit of inanimate yet breath
ing local color. Now, however, the
girl dropped her jug, and with a low
cry glided to her lover, who tossed
aside his cigarette and took her in his
arms. N From this distance their words
were' indistinguishable. j
"How perfectly romantic," said the
Eastern girl, breathlessly. , "I had no
idea Mariedetta could love anybody."
"She Is a volcano," Jean answered.
. "Why, it's like a play!"
"And it goes on all the time."
"How gentle and sweet he is! I
think" he is charming. He is. not at all
like the other cowboys, is "he?"'
While the two witnesses . of the
scene were eagerly discussing it, Joy,
the Chinese cook, emerged, from the
kitchen bearing a bucket of water, his
presence hidden from the lovers by
the corner of the building. Carara
languidly released his inamorata from
his embrace and lounged out of sight
around the building, pausing' at. the
farther corner to waft a graceful kiss
from the ends of his fingers, as with
a farewell flash of his white teeth he
disappeared. Mariedetta recovered
her water-jug and glided onward into
the court in front of the cook-house,
her face masklike, her movements de
liberate as usual.
Joy, spying the girl, grinned at her.
She tossed her head coquettishly and
her step slackened, whereupon the
cook, with a sly glance- around, tapped
her gently on the arm, and said:
"Nice 111 gaily." '
"The idea!" indignantly exclaimed
Miss Blake from her hammock. "
But Mariedetta was . not offended.
Instead she smiled over her shoulder
"it's a Medal; Culver Sent It to Me."
as she had smiled at her; lover an in
stant before, v . . ,
"Me' like you fine. ' You like pie?
Joy nodded toward tho door of the
culinary "department,, as ix to maite
free of his hospitality, 'at the-'instant
that Carara. who had circled the build
ing, came into view from the opposite
side, a . fresh cigarette J'Detween ms
lips.' . His ' languor vanished vat the
. . f m u n t.iiono ' onH ' ha
first- glimpse vl i" ,o,s, i
strode toward the whitindad celesUaL 1
who dove through the open door Ilfc
prairie dog into his hole. Carara
followed at his heels. - -"..; " I
It serves him right!" cried Miss
Blake, rising. "I hope M. Carara"
A din of falling pots and pans is
sued from the cook-house, mingled
with shrill cries and soft Spanish im
precations; then, with one long-drawn
wail, thepandemonium ceased as sud
denly as it had commenced, and Ca
rara issued forth, black with anger.
Ha!" said -v he, scowling at Marie
detta, who had retreated, her . hand
upon. her bosom. He exhaled a lung
ful of cigarette smoke . through his
nostrils fiercely. "You play wit me,
eh?".
No, no!" Mariedetta ran to him.
and, seizing his arm, cooed amorously
in Spanish.
Bah! Vamos!" Carara flung her
from him, and stalked away. J
"Well, of all the outrageous things!"
said Miss Blake. ; "Why, she was actu
ally flirting with that Chinaman." '
"Mariedetta flirts with' every man
she can find," 'said Jean, calmly, "but
she doesn't mean any harm. " Shell
marry Carara some time if ,he doesn't
kill her."
. "Kill her!" Miss Blake's eyes were
found. "He wouldn't jdo that!".. -
"Indeed, yes. He is a Mexican, and
he has a terrible temper."
Miss Blake sank back into the ham
mock. "How perfectly dreadful 1 ;And
yet it must 'be heavenly to love a
man who would kill you." .. -
Miss Chapin lost herself In medita
tion for an instant, "Culver is almost
like that when he is angry. Hello,
here comes our foreman!"
Stover, a tall, gangling cattle-man
with drooping grizzled mustache,
came shambling up to the steps. He
dusted his boots with his sombrero
and cleared his throat
" 'Evening, Miss Jean. Is Mr. Cha
pin around?"
"I think youH find him down by the
spring-house. Can I do anythinig for
you?" , '.
"Nope!" Stover sighed heavily, and
got his frame gradually into motion-
again.
"You're not looking well, Stover.
"This Grubslinaer Thinks
He Can
- Run."
Are you ill?" inquired Miss Chapin.
"Not physical," said the foreman,
checking the movement which had not
yet comunicated Itself the entire
length of his frame. "I reckon my
sperret's broke, that's all."
"Haven't you recovered from that
foot-race?"
' "I have not, and I never will,, so long ;
as that ornery Centipede outfit has
got it on us."
"Nonsense, Stover!" -
"Wnat have they done Inquired
iiss Blake, -curiously. . "I haven't
M
heard about any foot-race."
"You tell her," said the man, with
another sigh, and a hopeless gesture
that told the depth of his feelings. ,
"Why, Stover hired a fellow a couple
of months ago. as. a horse-wrangler.
The man said he was hungry, and
made a good impression, so we put
tim on." .
Here Stover slowly raised one boot
ed foot and kicked -his other calf.
"The boys nicknamed him Humpy
Joe"
"Why, poor thing! Was he hump
backed?" inquired Helen.
"No," 'answered Still BUL "Hump
back is lucky. . We called him Humpy
Joe. because .when it came to running
he cottld-aure' hump himself." -
"Son after Joseph went to work,"
Jean continued, "the Centipede outfit
hired a new ' cook. You know the
Centipede Ranch the one you see
over yonder by the foot-hills."
"It was'nt ,4soon after,' it was si
multaneous," - said Sterver, darkly.
"We're beginnin' to see plain at last"
He went on as if to air the injury
that was gnawing him. "One day we
hear that this grub-slinger over -yon-,
der thinks he can run. which same is
as welcome to us as the smell of flow
ers on a. spring breeze, for Humpy
Joe had amused lis in his idle hours
by running jack-rabbits to earth "
"Not really?" said MIsb Flake. .
'. "Well, ' no, but from 'what we see
we judge he'd ought to limp a hun
dred yards in about nothing and
three-fifths seconds, no we frame a
race between him and the Centipede
Cook. With tumulchouB joy we bet
our wages and all the loose gear we
have, ahd in a burst of childish en
thusiasm we put up the talking-machine."
: v
" "A phonograph?"
"Yes An Echo' Phonograph" " said
Miss Chapin. . ' - '
"Of New York and Paris." said Sto-
vef. -
"Our boys won it from this very
Centipede outfit at a bronco-busUug
tournament Jn Cheyenne." ' , r
"Wyomipgi" .Stover made the loc
tion definite. ,
(TO BS CONTINUEDJ
'Wmm:--!res Br the hat w .
SYNOPSIS- . ..
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Orwboya of the Flying Heart ranch are
heartbroken over the losa of their much
prlreO. phonograph by the defeat of their
chamJMon in a foot-race with the cook of
the, X: tntipede ranch, v A houee party is.
on at the Flying Heart. J. Wallingford
Speed, heer leader at Yale, and Culver
Covington, inter-collegiate champion run
ner, (ire expected. Helen Blake, Speed's
weet heart, becomes Interested In the loss
f thij phonograph. ,
CHAPTER IL-Continued.
"The Centipede crowd took their
flefeat badly on Frontier Day, and
wore to get even."
"And - was Humpy Joe defeated?"
asked Helen. -
"Was he?" Still Eill shook his" head
aadlj-, and sighed for a third time. "It
looked like he was running backward,
miss ' -
"But really he was only beaten a
foot It was a wonderful race. I saw
it," said Jean. "It made me think of
the races at college." "
Miss Blake puckered her brows try
ing to think.
"Joseph," she said. "No. I don't
think I have seen him."
Stover's lips met grimly. "I don't
reckon you have, miss. Since that
race he has been hard to descry. He
pasfied from view., hurriedly, so to
spe.k, headed toward the foot-hills,
and leaping from crag to crag like the
hardy shamrock of the Swiss Alps " -
Miss Blake giggled. "What made
him hurry so?"
"Us!" Stover gazed at her solemn
ly. "We ain't none of us been the
same since that foot-race. You see,
it tdn't the financial value of that
Echo Phonograph, 'nor the 'double
croijs' that'hurts: it's the fact that the
mangiest outfit in the Territory has
trimmed us out of the one-thing that
stands lor honor and excellence and
'scientific attainment,' as the judge
said when we won it. That talking
machine meant more to us than you
Eastern folks can understand, I
reckon." '
"If I were you I would cheer up,"
said Miss Blake, kindly, and with
some importance. "Miss Chapin has
a college friend coming this week, and
he can win back your trophy."
S'tover glanced up at Jean quickly.
'Is that right, Miss Chapin?"
'He can if he will," Jean asserted.
'Can he run?"
"He is the Intercollegiate champion,"
fleclared that young lady, with proud
dignity.
"And do you reckon he'd run for
as and the Echo Phonograph of New
York and Paris, If we framed a race?
It'a an honor!" r .
But Miss Chapin recalled her
brother's caution of the day before.
,and hesitated. -
"I I don't think" he would. You. see,
he is an amateur he might be out of
training " . -
"The idea!" exclaimed Miss Blake,
indignantly. . "If Culver won't run.- I
kr.ow who will!" She closed her lips
firmly, and turned to the foreman.
"You tell your friends that we'll see
you get your trophy -back."
"Helen, I"
"I mean it!" declared Miss Blake,
with spirit -
Stover bowed loosely. "Thank you,
miss. The very thought of it will cheer
op J the gang. Life 'round here is
blacker .'n a spade flush. I think I'll
tell Willie." He shambled rapidly, off
around the house.
"Helen dear, ' I don't want Culver
to get mixed up m tnis affair, ex
plained .Miss Chapin. as soon as they
were alone. "It's all utterly, foolish.
Jack doesn't, want him to. either.
,"Very well. v If Culver doesn't feel
that 'he can beat that' cook funning, I
know who will try." Mr. Speed will do
anything I ask. It's a shame the way
taose men have been treated." V
. ; "But Mr. Speed isn't asprinter."
; "Indeed!" Miss Blake bridled. "Per-
fcaps Culver Covington isn't the only
athlete in Yale College. I happen to
know what I'm talking about"
"t don't think he will consent when
tie, learns the truth.' ; -.,' J s ,
'5 "V assure ydu.'i- said Miss Blake.
tiweetly, "be will be delighted." .
CHAPTER III.
T was still early, in the after-
hoon when Jack Chaphr and
the youthful chaperon found
the other young people to
gether1 on the- gallery.-: -
"Here's a telegram from
Speed," began Jack.
r -'ll's terribly funny." said
Mrs. Keap. ."That Mexican
brought it to us down at the spring-
house." ' '
I Miss Blake lost her bored expres
Rlon and sat up in ibV hammock.
'' " 'Mr. Jack Chapin " red the owner
Fivlne Heart Ranch. "Dear
Jack: I, couldnt wait for -Covington
eo meet with brass-band and fireworks
this afternoon. Have flowers in bloom
in the little park beside the depot, and
I see that the .daisies nod to me. J
1 WfllHrford Speed.'" A
I "pflrir eh?' said Fresno, dryly
? "Telegraph office, water-tank, and
v T
: 1
cattle-chute. Where - does thf a fellow
think he is?"
"Here's a postcrlpt" added Chapin.
" 'I have a valet who does not seem
to enjoy the trip. Divide a kiss among
the girls.' " , '
"Well, well! He's stingy with his
kisses," observed Berkeley. "Who is
this humorous party?"
"He" was a Freshman at Yale the
year I graduated," explained. Jack.
"Too bad he never got put of that
class." It was evident that Mr. Speed's
levity made no impression upon the
Glee Club tenor. "He hates to talk
about himself, doesn't he?"
"I think he is., very clever," said
Miss Blake, warmly.
"How well do you know him?"
"Not as well as I'd like to."
Fresno puffed at his little pipe with
out remarkiug at this.
"Well, who wants to go and 'meet
him?" queried Jack.
"Won't you?" asked his stater,
"I can't I've Just got word from
the Eleven X that I'm wanted. The
foreman Is hurt. I may not be back
for some time."
"Nigger Mike met me," observed
Fresno, darkly.
"Then Nigger Mike for Speed,
laughed the cattle-man. "I've told
Carara to hitch up the pintos for me
I must be going."
"I'll see that you are safely started,"
said the young widow; and leaving the
trio on the gallery, they entered the
house.
When they had gone Jean smiled
wisely at Helen. "Roberta's such a
thoughtful chaperon," she observed,
whereupon Miss Blake giggled.
As for Mrs. Keap, she was inquiring
of Jack with genuine solicitude:
"Do you really mean that you may
be gone for some time?"
"I do. It may be a week; it may be
longer; I can't tell until I get over
there."
"I'm sorry." Mrs. Keap'B face show
ed some disappointment
f "So am I."
"I shall have to look out for these
young people all by1 myself."
"What a queer little way you have
of talking, as if you were years and
years old:"
"I do -feel as if I were. I I well,
have .had an unhappy experience.
You know unhapplness builds months
into years." .
"When Jean got up this - house-
party, young Chapin began, absently.
I thought I should be bored to death.
But I haven't been. You know,
don't want to go over there?" He
nodded vaguely toward the south.
"I thought perhaps . it suited your
convenience." His companion watched
him gravely., "Are you quite sure
that your sister's guests have not
had something to do with this sudden
determination?"
"I am quite sure. I never liked the
old Flying Heart so much as I do to
day. I never regretted leaving it so
"We've Got Another Foot-Runner."
much' as I do-at this, moment' r
"We may-be gone - before you re
turn." , . -: : :
Young., Chapin started.. "You don't
mean that; really.? :-;;' - , i
Mrs. Keap nodded . her;.. dark; head.-
"It "was "all very well for1 me to chap
eron" Helen, on.. the-war out -from- -the
eastrlbutr-lt Isn't exactly, regular for
me ta play that, part here, with other
young people to look after."
"But' yod understand, of course
Jean must have explained to you.
Mother was called away suddenly, and
she can't get back now. You surely
won't leave you can't" Chapin add
ed, hopefully: "Why. you would break
up' Jean's party. Tsu see, there's no
body around here to take your place."
"But V -
"Nonsense! This is, an unconven-
ifnnal country. What's - wrong with
vou as a chaperon, anyway?. Nobody
out Jbere even knows what a chaperon
la. - And I'll be back as soon as I can
"Do, ou . really think" that cwould
help?? Roberta's eyes laughed numor-
ously. ;- ;4' - - "'
, Tm not thinking of the other. rta
thinking of myself." declared th
young matf, boldly. I don't want you,
to go before I return.' You must not!!
If you go, I I shall follow you." " H
grasped her hand impulsively.
"Oh!" exclaimed the chaperon
"This makes it even more impossible..
Go! Go!" She pushed him away, her
color surging. "Go to your old Elevenj:
X Ranch right away."
"But I mean it," he declared, earn
estly. Then, as she retreated farther:)
"It's no use, I shan't go now untiJ "
"You have known me less than
"That is long enough. Roberta "
Mrs,- Keap" spoke with : honest em
what a situation this is? If Jean an&
Helen should ever discover "
"Jean planned it all; even this."
Mrs. Keap stared at him in horrifietf
silence. ' j '
You: do love me, Roberta?" Chapin-
undertook to remove the girl's hands
from her face, when a slight cough la
the hall behind caused him to turn:
suddenly, in time to see Berkeley Frea
no passing the open door.
"There! You see!" Mrs. Keap's face.
was tragic. "You see!" She turned
and fled, leaving the master of the-
ranch in the middle of: the floor, be
wildered, .but a bit Inclined to b '
happy. A moment later the plump
face, of Berkeley Fresno appeared cau
tiously around the door-Jamb. He
coughed again gravely.
"I happened to be passing," said he..
You'll pardon me?"
"This is the most thickly settled
spot in New Mexico!" Chapin declared-
with an artificial laugh, choking hJQ
indignation.
Fresno slowly brought his rouud
body out from concealment
"I came in to get a match."
"Why don't you carry matches?""
f Tesno punea compiacenuy upon nw,
pipe. "This," he mused, as his host-
departed, "eliminates the chaperon
and that helps some."
Still Bill Stover lost no time la
breaking the news to the boyB.
"There's something cominVoff," he
advised Willie. "We've got another
foot-runner!"
If he had hoped for an outburst or
rapture on the part of the little gun
man he was disappointed, for Willio
shlfted - his . holster, smiled evilly
through his glasses, and inquired, with,
ominous restraint:
"Where is he?"
Being the one man on the Flyingr
Heart who had occasion to wear s
gun, Willie seldom smiled from a
sense of humor. Here it may be said
that, deceived at first by his scholarly
appearance, his fellow-laborers had
Jibed at Willie's affectation of a swing
ing holster, but the custom had lan
guished abruptly. When It became
known who he was, the other ranch
hands had volubly declared that this
was a free country, where a man
might exercise a wide discretion In
the choice of personal adornment;
and as for them, they avowed unani
mously that the practice of packing a.
Colts was one which met with thelr
most cordial approbation. In time
Willie's six-shooter had become ac
cepted as a part of the local scenery,
and,. like the: scenery, no one thought
of remarking upon it, least of all those -who
best-knew his lack of humor. Ho
had come to them out of the Nowhere,
some four years previously, and whilo
he . never spoke of himself, and dis
couraged reminiscence in others, it -became
known through those vague--
ur.charted channels by which news
travels on the ! frontier, that back la
the - Texas Panhandle there was &
limping marshal who felt regrets at"
mention of his name,. and that farther
north were other men who had a su
perstitious dread of undersized cow
men with spectacles.
"This here Is a real foot-runner,""
said Stover.
"Exactly," agreed the other. ''Wheto-
Is he?"
"He'll be here this afternoon. Nig
ger Mike's bringln him over from th
railroad. He's a guest"
"Oh!" '
,"Yep! He's Intercollegit chainpeea
of Yale."
"Yale?" repeated the near-sighted:
man. - "Don't kaow's I . ever been
there. Much of a town? .
"I ain't never traveled east myself,
but Miss Jean and the little yaller
haired girl say he's the fastest man in .
the "world. ! figgered we might rib
up something; with tha , Coutlpede."'
Still. Bill Vlnked sagely.
. "See here; do you reckon he'd run?"'
"Sure! He's a friend of the.boesv
And he'll run on the level too. Ha
can't be nothin' like Humpy."
"If he is. I'll git him." said the cow
boy. "Oh, 111 git him sure, guest ob
no guest But how about the phono
graph?"
"The Centipede will put it up quick,
enough; there ain't n sentiment la
that outfit" " -
"Then it sounds good."
. "An it ,11 work. Gallagher's anxiou '
to trim" us -again. ' Some folks can'
stand prosperity." ' ;
Willie spat unerringly" at: a grasa-,
hopper. A "Lcfrd!'" said he, "it's too.
good! It don't sound possible." -
"Well, ' If 'is,! and- our 'man - will b
here -this eveuin. Watch out for Nig
ger Mike, ard when he drives up let's
give this "party a welcome that it
warm his heart on the Jump. There's!
nothin like a good impression."
"I'll be on the Job,", assured Willi
"But I state right here and now, if w .
do get a race there ain't a-goin" to
time." .:; :.' :. . "
And . Stover ; went on - his way to.
spread the 'tidings. .
'.TO BB2 CONTINUED.)
The man who flatters himself that .
he leaves little to be desired should
remember that , a burglar does tin
same thing.