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Thurtday, September 14, 1916.
Copyright, 1914, by Houghton Mifflin Co.
A lone miner discovers a rich mine In
Mojave desert and works
dies of thirst. .Louise Lacharme meets
Overland Red and Coliie.
Deputy Sheriff Tenlow arrests Overland
Red, charging him with the murder of tkr
miner. CoUie says Red is innocent
Intrucipr on the Scene.
tlie Old Meadow trail, un
seen by the girl ami the bo.v.
lode a single horseman, and
something at his hip glinted lti
the sun. Overiand's hand went to his
own hip. Then he shrugged his shoul
ders and slowly recovered himself
"What's the use'.-" he muttered.
But there was that in his tone which
brought Collie's head up. The lad
pushed back his battered i'eit hat and
ran his lingers through his wavy black
hair perplexedly. What's the matter.
ReuV What's the matter?"
"Xothin". Jest thiukin'." Yet the
tramp's eyes narrowed as he glanced
furtively past the girl to where Boyar.
the black pony, grimed in the meadow
Louise, puzzled by something famil
iar in the boy's upturned, questioning
face, raised one gauntleted hand to her
lips. "Why. you're the boy I saw out
on the desert two years ago. Weren't
you lying by water tank when our
train stopped and a man was kneeling
beside you.pouring water on your face?
Aren't you that boy?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Collie, getting to
his feet. "Red told me about you
"Yes, it's her," muttered Overland,
nodding to' himself.
"And you chucked a rose out of the
window to us?" said the boy. "Over
land said she did."
"Yes, it's her the rose lady girl."
said Overland. "Some of the folks in
the train laughed when 1 picked up
the rose. I remember. Some One else
says, 'They're only tramps.!, I recollect
"But those men were arrested at
Barstow for murder, Uncle Walter
Again Overland Red nodded. "They
was, miss. But they couldn't prove
nothin', so they let us go."
"We always was goin' to gay thanks
to the girl with the rose if we ever
seen her," said the boy Collie. "We
ain't had such a lot of roses give to
"So we says it now," said Overland
quickly. "Or mebby we wouldn't nev
er have another chance." Then he
slowly rolled another cigarette.
Just then the black pony Boyar
nickered. He recognized a friend en
tering the meadow.
Overland lighted his cigarette. As
he straightened up Louise was sur
prised to ^see him thrust both hands
above his head while he continued
smoking placidly. "Excuse me, miss,"
he said, turning the cigarette round
with his lips, "but the gent behind
you with the gun has got the drop on
me. I guess he's waitin* for you to
step out of range."
Louise turned swiftly. Dick Ten
low. deputy sheriff, nodded good morn
ing to her, but kept his gun trained on
"Just step out from behind that
rock." said Tenlow, addressing Over
"Don't know as I will," replied the
tramp. 'You're no gentleman you
didn't say 'please.""
"Come on! No bluff like that goes
here." said the deputy..
"Can't you see I ain't fl/iished smok
in' yet?" queried Overland.
"Come on! Step along!"
"No way to address a gent, you
Johnny. Say. I'll tell you now before
you fall down and shoot yourself. Do
you think you got me because you rode
up while I was talkin' to a lady and
butted into polite conversation like a
drunken Swede at a dance? Say, you
think .I'd 'a* ever let you got this far if
there hadn't been a lady present?
Why. you little nickel plated, rubber
eared policeman. I was doin' the dou
ble roll with a pair of Colt's 45's when
you was learnin' the taste of milk!"
"That'll be about all for you." said
the sheriff, grinning.
"No, it ain't. You ain't takin' me
serious, and there's where you're mak
in" your mistake. I'm touchy about
some things, ilr. Pussyfoot. I could
'a' got you three times while you was
ridiii" down that trail, and I wouldn't
'a' had to stop talkin' to do it. And
you with that little old gun out before
you even seen me!"
"Why didn't you. then?" asked Ten
low, restraining his anger, for Louise,
in spite of Iverself. had smiled at Over
land's somewhat picturesque resent
ment. "Why didn't you. then?"
"Huh!" snorted Overland scornfully.
"Do you suppose I'd start anything
with a lady around? That ain't my.
style. You're a kid. You'll get hurt
Deputy Tenlow scowled. He was a
big man, slow of jongue, ordinarily
genial and. proverbially stupid. He
knew the tramp was endeavoring to
anger him. The deputy turned to Lou
ise. "Sorry, Miss Lacharme. but I got
to take him."
"There's really nothing to hinder, is
there?" Louise asked sweetly.
The tramp glanced up. addressing
the deputy. "Yes, even now there is
something to hinder if 1 was to get
busy." Then he coolly dropped his
arms and leaned against the rock with
one leg crossed before the other in a
manner sometimes supposed to reflect
social ease and "elegance. "But I'm
game to take what's comin'. If you'll
just stick me up and extract the 38
automatic I'm packin' on my hip—
and. believe me, she's a bad Gat when
she's in action—why. I'll feel lots bet
ter. The little gun might get to shoot
in' by herself, and then somebody
would get hurt sure.. You see. I'm giv
in' you all the chance you want to take
me without gettin' mussed, up. I'm
nervous about firearms anyhow."
Deputy Dick Tenlow advanced and
secured the gun.
"Now," said Overland Red, heaving
a sigh "noy, I ain't ashamed to look
a gun in the face. You see, miss," he
added, turning to address the girl, "1
was»sheriff of Abilene once in the ole
red eye, rumpus days. I have plant
ed some citizens in my time. You see.
I kind of owe the ones I did plant a
silent apology for lettin' this hero
chicken rancher get me so easy."
"You talk big," said Tenlow, laugh
ing. "Who was you when you was
sheriff of Abilene, eh?"
"Jack Summers, sometimes called
Red Jack Summers," replied Overland
quietly, and he looked the deputy in
Overland nodded. "Take it or leave
it. You'll find out some day. And now
you got some excuse for packin' a gun
round these here peaceful hills and
valleys the rest of your life. You took
Jack Summers, and there ain't goin' to
be a funeral"
Something about the tramp's manner
inclined the deputy to believe that he
had spoken the truth. "All right," said
Tenlow "just step ahead. Don't try
the br,ush.or I'll drop you.".
"Course you would," said Overland,
stepping ahead of the deputy's pony.
"But the bunch you're takin' orders
from don't want me dead they want
me alive. I ain't no good all shot up.
You ought to know that."
"I know there's a thousand, dollars
reward for you. I need the money."
Overland lied grinned. "It's against
me morals to bet—with kids. But I'll
"All right," said Tenlow.
put up that little automatic you frisk
ed off me against the thousand you ex
pect to get that you don't even get a
long range smell of that money., Are
Tenlow motioned the other to step
"I'm bettin' my little gun to a thou
sand dollars less than nothin'. Ain't
you game? I'm givin' you the long
"Never mind," growled Tenlow "you
can talk later."
The boy Collie, recovering from his
surprise at the arrest, stepped up to
the sheriff. "Where do I come in?"
he asked. "You can't pinch Red with
out me. I was with him that time the
guy croaked out on the Mojave. Red
didn't kill him. They let us go once.
What you doin* pinchin' us again?
How do you know"—
"HQ14 op,. Collie don't get careless,"
said Overland. "He don't know
lnV He's followln' orders. The game'*
Louise whistled Boyar to her and
bridled bim. The little group ahead
seemed to be waiting for ber. She led
the pony toward the trail. "Did he do
it?" she asked as she caught up with
"No," he muttered. "Red's the
squarest pal on earth. Red tried to
save the guy out there on the desert
Gave him all the water we had, pret
ty near. He dassent to give him all,
for becarae ht was afraid It would
kill him. The guy fell and hit his head
on the rail. Ued said he was, dyin' on
his feet, anyway. Then Red lugged
me clean to that tank where you seen
us from the train. I was all in. I
guess Red saved my life. He didn't
tell you that."
"Is he—was he really a cowboy?
Can he ride?"' asked Louise.
"Can he ride? Say, I seen him ride
Cyclone once and get first money for
ridin' the worst buckin' bronc* at the
rodeo over to Tucson. Well, 1 guess!"
"Boyar. my. pony, is the fastest pony
in the hills," said Louise pensively.
"What you givin' us?" said the boy,
glancing at her sharply.
"Nothing. I was merely Imagining
"Red's square." asserted the boy.
"Sheriff Tenlow is a splendid shot,"
murmured Louise, with apparent ir
They had crossed the meadow. Ahead
of the sheriff walked Overland, his
slouch gone, his head carried high.
Collie noted this unusual alertness of
poise and wondered.
"Don't try the brush," cautioned Ten
low, also aware of Overiand's alert
"When I leave here I'll ride. Sabe?"
And Overland stepped briskly to the
trail, turning his back squarely on the
alert and puzzled sheriff.
"He's been raised in these hills,"
muttered the tramp. "He knows the
"Don't try the brusn," cautioned Ten
trails. 1 don't. But I'd like to show
that little rose-lady girl some real
ridin' once. She's a sport. I hate to—
to do it. but I guess I got to."
"Step up there," said Tenlow. "What
you talkin' about, anyhow?"
"Angels," replied Overland. "I see
'em once in awhile." And he glanced'
back. He saw Collie talking to the
girl, who stood by her pony, the reins
dangling lightly from ber outstretched
"Snake!" screamed Overland Red,
leaping backward and flinging up his
arms directly in the face of the dep
uty's pony. The horse reared. Over
land, crouching, sprang under its belly,
striking it as he went. Again the pony
reared, nearly throwing the deputy.
"Overland limited!" shouted the
tramp, dashing toward Boyar. With a
spring he was in the saddle and had
slipped the quirt from the saddle horn
to his wrist. He would need that
quirt, as he had no spurs.
Round swun^ Tenlow. cursing.
Black Boyar shot across the meadow,
the quirt falling at each jump. The
tramp glanced back. Tenlow's right
hand went up. and his gun roared
The boy Collie, white and gasping,
threw himself in front of Tenlow's
horse. The deputy spurred the pony
over him and swept down the meadow
Louise, angered in that the boy had
snatched Boyar's reins from her as
Overland shouted, relented as she'*saw
the instant bravery in the lad's en
deavor to stop Tenlow's horse. Sin
stooped over him. He rose stiffly.
"Oh. I thought you were hurt!" she
"N'ope. I guess not. I was scared.
I guess. Let's watch 'em. miss." And.
forgetful of his bruised and shaken
body, he limped to the edge of the
meadow, followed by Louise. "There
they go!" he cried. "Red's way ahead.
The sheriff gent can't shoot again—he's
too busy ridin'."
"Boyar! Boyar! Good horse! Good
horse!" cried the girl as the black pony
flashed across the steep slope of the
ragged mountain side like*a winged
thing. "Boyar! Boy!"
She shivered as the loose shale, plow
ed by the pony's flying boofs, slithered
down the slope at every plunge.
"Can he ride?" shouted Collie, wild
tears of joy in his eyes.
Suddenly Overland, glancing back,
saw Tenlow stop and raise his arm.
The tramp cowboy swung Black Boyar
half round and. driving his unspurred
heels into the pony's ribs, put him
straight down the terrific slope of the
mountain at a run.
(Continued next week)
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CMS 11 DAKOTA
RANKS 22ND AMONG STATES
ONE FOR EACH 19 PERSONS
THREE MILLION TOTAL
There were 2,932,455 automobiles
registered in the United States July
1. Those that have come into use
since and those not registered un
doubtedly taring the total well above
North Dakota on July 1 had 33,
6(i!t cars registered, and according to
indications a large number which
were not. Twenty-one states have
more registered cars than North Da
kota but only four have more in pro
portion to population.
This state cars are distributed
among 636,994 people (census of 1915)
which is one automobile for slightly
less than 19 people. For the whole
country there is one car in use for ap
proximately every 33 people.
Iowa has a motor vehicle for each
l.'I people, California one to each 15,
Nebraska one to each 16, Minnesota
one to each 17.
There are more than 3,000,000 au
tomobiles and trucks in use in the
United States, according to Donald
Mcl.eod Lay, a writer in "The Auto
mobile." During the first six months
of this year, there were added 598,
The following table shows the reg
istration by states, with all dupli
New York 259,105
New Jersey ...i 75,420
South Dakota 37,240
North Dakota 33,669
North Carolina 24,460
Maine •. 24,027
Rhode Island 19,427
South Carolina 18,000
Mississippi ..... 16,500
West Virginia 15,771
New Hampshire 14,837
Utah .'. 10,729
New Mexico 6,226
District of Columbia 5,268
Taking up a few exact figures, the
total registrations July 1, 1916, were
2,932,455 cars and trucks. The larg
est state registration, that of New
York, was 259,105. Ohio, taking sec
ond place for the first time, had 208,
705, and Illinois 203,757. New York
new holds the place at tlje head of
the list by a margin of 50,400 regis
trations. The bottom of the list is
occupied by Nevada with 3,900 cars,
but Nevada ranks fourteenth in the
tabulation showing1 the number of
people per car. New York taking the
twenty-eighth place in this list.
A striking feature brought ou.t by
a comparison of the registration
statistics of July 1 and those record
ed at the first of the year is the con
stant increase which indicates the
tability and normal progress of the
automobile industry. The average
increase in registration in the United
States for the entire year of 1915 was
39.6 per cent for six months of 1916
the average is 21 per cent, or approx
imately 40 per cent on a yearly basis,
since the registration tapers off to
some extent during the last six
months of the year.
Whenever mother telephones
She talks about a lot of things,
So father only sits and groans
Whenever anybody rings.
"The season's earlier this year."
"I haven't got my new straw hal"
"I can't, because my child is hereV'
"What did her husband say to that
And father only says, "Hello!"
And takes the 'phone up in his hand.
"Is that you, Hawkins This is Snow.
I wired Chicago. Understand?
I think our man intends to fight,
But we can best him if we try.
You'd better do so, then, tonight.
See you tomorrow. Well, good-by."
And sister says, "O, is that you?"
And then she fixes up her hair,
'S if anybody could see through.
"O, I don't know. O, I don't care."
"I thintf I can, if you insist."
"And wasn't yesterday a dream?"
"There's seven on the waiting list."
"I do love strawberry ice cream."
But what I do is iust to say
To Annabel, or Lucy White,
"Can you come over here and
And then they answer me "All
Perhaps when I am really grown—
I'm only seven and a half—
I'll get my friends upon the 'phone,
And talk and talk, and laugh and
—Ethel Kelley, in St. Nicholas.
SAVING THE PATTERN
"See what I've got!'' cried John
nie, a Cockney boy, as he came run
ning from a chicken-coop holding in
his hand a china egg.
"Oh, go and put it back!" •}"id his
six-year old sister. "That's tn egg
the hen measures by!"
MR FORDIPITCHEO 1
INDIES IO THRESHER
SPENDS FEW HOURS IN WARD
COUNTY—BELIEVES IN MO
Optic-Reporter— Henry Ford, the
most-talked-of automobile manufac
turer in the world, accompanied by
his wife and his European manager,'
P. L. D. Perry, of London, and his
wife and two little daughters, Misses
Nancy and Marion, have been in Mi
not for several hours today (Thurs
day.) They reached the city in Mr.
Ford's private car over the Great
Northern and were transferred at this
point to the Soo, over which they
continued their western trip towards
the coast. The party is strictly on a
pleasure trip and Mr. Ford stated
that it had neither business nor
politics in it.
During his stay in the qity Mr.
Ford and Mr. Perry were the guests
of Charles Moore, the local dealer in
This morning Mr. Moore took both
Mr. Ford and Mr. Perry and the lat
ter's two daughters, and C. A. Jchn
son of the Optic-Reporter, for a d-iw
through the country immediately,
showing the visitors all the beauties
of the great west. The experience
was not altogether new to Mr. Ford,
for he has been a frequent traveler
through that portion of the country,
but it was the first time Mr. P*rry
had ever looked out over the marvels
of the great sweeping plains of the
The party drove out to the Frank
Lenha farm, two miles north of the
city, where threshing operations were
in progress. Mr. Ford and the other
members of the party were intro
duced, and after looking about th?
farm he took off his coat and pitched
bundles like a veteran for some time,
seemingly enjoying the novelty of
getting back to the farm.
Mr. Ford does not give interviews
'as a rule, but he broke the rule in
Minot, and spoke briefly upon the
country and the prosperity which he
could see on every hand. He can see
where motor power will have a large
influence in the development of the
country and the elimination of losses.
"Not automobiles r'.lone," said he,
"but the tractor and the truck arc as
essential to the prosperity of this sec
tion as the reaper and drill. The
field of usefulness of the two classes
are altogether different, but the farm
engine will be as important in time
as the Qther.''
Mr. Ford is a slender, clean-shaved,
mild-mannered man, who gives in re
laxation little index of his tremen
dous energy. He. looks more the in
telligent mechanic than the million
aire who thought nothing of charter
ing ships for a trip to Europe in the
interests of peace. He might be taken
for the engineer in his own factory
with credit to both the engineer and
himself. Mr. Ford is in fact an en
gineer and mechanic. He has devel
oped the car which bears his name
largely by his own brains and what
ever credit comes frotji the enterprise
belongs to him.
While not talking for publication,
Mr. Ford is still deeply interested in
peace and states that he is ready to
do anything in his power to bring it
about. He may be a dreamer on this
subject, but no one who talks with
NOW IS THE TIME TO ORGAN
IZE A RIFLE CLUB
In several previous articles I have
mentioned the many advantages of
the rifle club, not only from the stand
point of the good fellowship it .pro
motes, but because of the actual ad
vantages in the way of training or
the nerves, and increasing mental
control. The desirability of a rifle
club may be taken for granted and
the question before you now is to de
termine the most suitable time to
make a start, that is a time when
your suggestion of a rifle club to
prospective members will reach them
when they are in a receptive mood.
During the summer months there
are many diversions to capture the
fancy of the average American.
the outdoor movies to baseball,
swimming and kindred sports. Trie
hot weather also reduces a man's de
sire to try anything new. He is per
fectly satisfied to trot along with the
crowd and amuse himself with the
smallest amount of exertion.
When the snappy, sparkling fall
weather comes around, and it will be
here soon now, you will find tho°^
prospective club members alive and
kicking and ready to help you push
through to success.
The two seasons of the year the
average man enjoys are spring and
fall, but they have quite different ef
fects on his attitude toward life. In
the spring a man is glad to be alive.
The mere joy of living is enough for
him. He doesn't usually have over
much ambition. In the fall the joy of
living is present, but along with it is
the primitive desire to wander
through wood and field and the hunt
ing instinct is close to the surface.
Some of us are rich enough, and
have time enough to go on hunting
trips until we have had our fill.
Others, and in this class are most of
us, must be content with but one all
too-short hunting trip each year.
Naturally this doesn't satiate us and
we still have a desire to hunt that
can, with remarkable ease, be turned
into rifle club enthusiasm.
kt _! ff
him for a couple of minutes on th#
topic can doubt his sincerity.
A Real Englishman
Mr. Perry is a real Englishman, one
of the pleasant gentlemen from the
other side of the water it is a genu
ine pleasure to meet. He is a man ct
energy and the fact that he has
charge of the Ford interests in Eur
ope is an indication of the field he
occupies. Asked what effect the war
has on the sales of automobiles, he
replied that he did not altogether
know, but that his company had sold
fifteen thousand during the year. The
only ones the British government.
takes are the ambulances, so that
these sales were restricted entirely
to machines for individual purposes
It might be interesting to know that
gasoline is selling for eighty-seven
cents a gallon in England and that it
is not allowed to be used for pleasure
purposes, a permit being required
from the government to make a pur
chase, which permit must specify the
use to which it is to be put.
THE COUNTY FAIR WAS GREAT
Ray Pioneer—The County Fair held
at Williston on Wednesday, Thursday
and Friday of last week was the most
successful fair ever held in the coun
ty and the City of Ray was well rep
resented each day by large delega
tions who went up to Williston to see
The exhibit of farm products and
live stock were of the best and the
arrangement of the different exhib
its in the exhibition building were
well executed showing off the prod
ucts of the county to a good advan
tage with numerous entries from the
eastern part of the county among the
The horse races and automobile
races were the feature events on the
program and were witnessed by
large crowds each day. This fall at
the November elections the people of
the county will vote on the matter of
County Aid for the Fair Association
and no doubt but what the measure
will carry by a large majority.
Gives a brr.'-l^rii flossy shine that
does not rub off or dust oft—that
anneals to the Iron—that lasts four
times as long as any other.
Black Silk Stove Polish
Is in a class by itself. It's mora
carefully made and made
from belter materials.
Try It on yonr parlor
stove, your cook stove
or your sob ran
If you don't find It
the beet polish you
ever used* your
grocery dealer is
authorised to re-
Aside from the fact that nov/. or a
short time from now, is the natural
season for rifle club organization*
there is special reason lor enort
along these lines at the present time.
I refer to the fact that the business
men's military training camps are
breaking up and releasing.large num
bers of men who have liad a taste of
rifle shooting and at the drop of a hat
will become enthusiastic rifle club
If you have any questions about
club organization, remember that I'm
at your service.
A. L. P.
1. Last fall I was out duck shoot
ing with a man who had a double
barrel shotgun with 34 in. 'barrels.
My barrel is only 28 in. long. He
said that his gun could shoot the
farthest and to prove it we took turns
shooting at a channel mark away ont
in the water. We both agreed to aim
at the exact top of it. My shot
seemed to hit the water much nearer
to us than his. I have read what'
said in previous answers about short
shotgun barrels shooting as hard as
long barreled ones but this I should
think proves otherwise.
Ans. On the face of it it does- but
yours was hardly a fair test and IH
tell you why. In the first place you
may u»e the op tof the barrels as 3"
actual line of sight while your friend1
may hold his head up somewhat so
that he sees the whole rib. S'teh an
apparently small matter would com
oletely account for the difference yoa
found. Secondly, if you will take the
trouble to try a number of different
shotguns at a mark in the center of rr.
large sheet of paper you will prob
ably find that no two of them center
their shot charges in the same place..
Some shoot high, others low, arcci
some to the right or left. You can
readily see that comparing
shooting gun with a low shooting one
will give you erroneous results. Noc
—there is only one fair test and that
is with an electric chronograph or