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If you need some more insurance on your buildings or stock, or want your crops pro tected against loss by hail GO TO THE MONTANA LAND & INVESTMENT COMPANY Roundup, Montana CHRISTMAS IN RAIN3CW CANYON By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON. |Copyrighi SSiJ. ty American Press Asso ciation. J A LTER sketching for two months in various parts of the Rockies, where ue had been trying to " forget that tie was the most miserable fellow in the west, Claude Extrum. "artist unarmed." as he styl ed tmnseit. turned his face toward hi* lonely mountain ratlin among the pines la Rainbow canyon. Purposely he had shunned Denver, declining the mvtmtioti of two artist triends to a lug Christmas reception He did not want to run the possibility Of meeting Aidyce. It would be pain fnl to both, since her father bud de nounced him as a "good for nothing, fortune hunting dabbler." Art must first be mastered, the cold critics won. then if Aidyce had not forgotten, t)is great dream would tie come sweet reality. But what If ehe should forget him? There was a capriciousness in the sex that was quite beyond tiis understanding. It was noon when be reached the large cabin among tiie pines. The first room he visited was the studio, gay with warm colored Indian blankets mid file walls covered with sketches by bis own brush and a few copies of the masters. Un his easel was an untiu is bed picture, just as he had left it wbeu be went away In the latter part of October He drew aside the cloth, brushed off the dust and looked long lato the laughing brown eyes of a lovely girl. Underneath was penciled the name "Aidyce.'* With a deep drawn breath he re placed the cover and went into the kitchen. In the large xinc lined pro vision box he found that Joa Clark, the prospector who had looked after the cabin during Claude's absence, had Sbeyed bis Instructions by leaving a Back of floor, some beans, sugar, part af a bam and dried venison. "Now I'll have a supper after my •wa appetite." be declared, making a •re in the little stove. P resently a pot of beans, with a piece mt bam to give flavor, was bubbling away. Ailing the room with its savory ■team. Then Claude swept the floors. Wiped the accumulated dust off the Simple furniture and proceeded to make a lonely bouse look comfortable "I must do orate to be in spirit with the season " he said, after scanning walls and unadorned mantel shelf. By the time the young man returned With bis arms full of decorations a cold wind wns racing down the pass, driving a steadily increasing fall of snow and sleet before it. ChristmasGift! Saw Ye First! *'• m :•? BO © A) Rip' er* "Gee! Old Boreas is sending me some Christmas weather with ail the frills." be soliloquized, making a run for the abalter of the cabin Claude had scarcely put the last of (be mountain holly on the walls and built a cheerful big fire in the fire place in the studio when the door burst open, letting in a dash of snow, in the midst of whicb stood a slender youth la a furry overcoat and tap. with huge goggles over his eyes * "Well, can't you come in and shut the door?" demanded the artist impa tlently as be stared at the apparition before him "I must look like I'm posing ss old Santa, don't I ?" laughed the boy. Then, with a start of recognition. "Claude Extrum. as I live and whistle!" Suit log the action to the word, be gave vent to a prolonged whistle. The artist grew red and white by (Urns as he recognized the boy. it was the sixteen year-old brother of Aidyce! "lia! Bannlors!" he cried. "Where did you droii ir»m?" "From the snow clouds." answered the youth, hugging the surprised artist "This is some nick, all right, finding shelter, and tust think of its tieing won mountain retreat. Aidyce is out there in the car I lie mai-tune broke down Just Iwdow .muh cabin. ' "Aidyee in 'lie . nr out in this storm'" cried Claude buttoning up Ins coat and rushing to the door "Yes We were on our way to Fra slers. up Bear eaoyon," liai shouted bis explanation as he clung to bis com panion's arm through the snowy gale "The Fraz ers are giving an old fash ioned Christ mas eve party at their ram b house You know Aidyce and ' 1 In . r : aztet we!e great pals at setmol «ÎII Aidyee \\ ; I - tielllid fn go to tile par ty i was -aire I knew tin* road there, bm tills snow ean.e on so suddenly I wa> a little confused where the roads fork Aidyee Insisted this was the right way, so we cHtne up the wrong cun you " The artist paid sennt heed to young Blunder's explanation As they sturdily breasted the keen snow burdened wind toward the • -rit-pled ear he was think Ing what a strange prank fate pad played on him lie had wanted to miry himself in ins mountain cabin sixty five miles away from Aidyce. and here ibe was. snowbound at his don The wre ked automobile in tin- snow tempest ns I ed like a red ro I ha ' buried In raging whltecaps c> • >■ . stormv shore III the baek seal sat i girl veiled and clad in rieb furs. "Aidyce!" exclaimed Claude L opening the door wide enough to udmlt his head "We are uninvited guests." laughed the girl, giving him one of her small gloved hands The girl was the mon rational of the two. the young artis. being too confused to offer the ens tommy courtesies of host. "Conte. Claude, why don't you ask u* in? I'm gelling cold," she reminded him "Perhaps you want me to freeze stiff and stark out here so you enn have a ronl model for n famous painting en titled 'Frozen In a Motorcar,'" she laughed lightly Without a word In reply she felt her self lifted in the man's strong arms VI It 3 ) If ! Til ■*?* »5U I HKI.Pl" BUB ORIHD IK MOCK TKHHOR. The next second tie waa hurrying her away to the cabin. "Help, help!" she called In mock ter ror "Hal. bring the suit cases. The mountain brigand is carrying off your aister " Claude Ext rum deposited hl8 guest in a great easy chair in front of the blaz ing pine log on the fireplace. Then he bel|ied her remove her wraps. Present ly abe sat back quite at her ease, her handsomely shod feet ou an improvised footstool, while her face glowed in the Antc-uig firelight "What are you cooking. Claude, that •tnells so tarnation good?** demanded Hat. sniffing robustly as he found a place for the suit cases in an unoccu pied corner of the studio "Not a Christmas turkey, yon young p -;rummer answered Claude, his son.!, in- - icrvivg him under the merry umod »I ins two unexpected guests "It's lieans-pure, unndulter ated I ten ns." he added, with a tragic air "Tills is a regular bean aoup even Ing.' observed Aidyce. "I'm sure I shall enjoy It." "I want the largest bowl in your china collodion." ordered Hat. assist Ing tiie artist to sift Hour for the bis cults "Na I m e lias endowed me with a big sized attachment for beau soup " "The pot Is full," said Claude, lifting the lid to give tiie hoy a peep, "but if you advise an extension we might bring the wash holler into service." It was a merry meal to which they sat down as the early dusk of Christ nuts eve begun to creep into the rustic studio. Hal declared the bean soup was nectar, and Aidyce herself pinned up her sleeves ami made delicious cof fee But the reaction came to Claude at the close of the feast. He suddenly pushed back bis chair from the table and sat moodily staring into the crtttu bling embers on the hearth. Aidyce regarded the young man's clouded countenance for n short time In silence, si mysterious twinkle in her dark eyes Then site arose and walked over to the window. "Hnl," she called to her brother, who showed symptoms of dozing in liD chair, "the snow lias almost stopped 1 want you to go out and see if tin* cor is still properly covered." With a yawn the young fellow obey ed. whistling merrily as he trudged down the canyon. Quickly Aidyce opened her suit case, took out a long envelope and laid it before tiie artist. "A Christinas gift for you," she said almply, the mysterious smile now lurk Ing ut the corners of her mouth. "Open It, Claude.'' He obeyed and a crisp check for (3,000 dropped into his hand, 'rhea he read the accompanying note: Dear Old Pal—The inclosed check la tor your painting. "Rainbow Canyon In Sum mer," Bold to the famous art collector ltr. Stevens of New York. He wants tho same scene in winter at your own price He says to be prepared for some order» flrom his friends. Merry Chrlstmae! LAWRENCE. "Aidyce, how did you learn I was bare?" he asked, moving toward her "Lawrence told me. I was in the studio when Mr. Stevens bought your picture on exhibition there. He was so happy for yon be let out your se cret that you were coming here to bury yourself for the holidays," she replied Then I planned"— •be hesitated, blushed, looking at him with laughing eyes. "Deli Frasier's party," be finished boldly "How dare you Insinuate that 1 fab (tested that as an exenea to bring you the good uetvs of your fortune?" she taunted him. assuming a tone of lu Jwrjr. He sprang toward her. With a little cry of feigned fright she eluded biro, but stopped under the banging lamp. Where a dangling spray of mistletoe touched her hair. Then be kissed bar.