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THE TACOMA TIMES
"THE RANCH AT THE WOLVERINE"
By B. M. Bower- Copyright, by Little, Brown & Co.
NEXT WEEK, "THE OUTSIDER," BY LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
This It a part of a book
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CHAPTER I.
The Beginning.
Four trail-worn oxen should
[really begin this story.
There was a woman, low-
I browed, uncombed, who drove the
I four oxen forward over lava rocks
'and rough prairie and the scanty
'sane.
1 might tell you a great deal
labout Marty Melkle, who plodded
| stolidly across the (iesert and 'he
low-lying hills along the Black
-11 foot; and of her weak-bodied,
shiftless husliand, whom she culled
■j.lase when she did not call hitn
I worse.
I They were the pioneers whose
!lurching wagon first forded the
j Wolverine stream. And that night
two of the oxen, impelled by a
: surer instinct than their human
owners, strayed away down a
I narrow, winding gorge, and so
[discovered the t'ove, and feasted
[upon its rich grasses. It was Mar
ti*., who went after them and who
■recognized the little, hidden
j Kdra.
Another sturdy-souled couple
icame afterward and saw the Wol
iverlne, and made for themselves
'a home upon its hanks. And in
the rough little log cabin was
I bora the girl-child I want you to
meet, a girl-child when she should
have beeti a boy to meet her fa
ille.'s need and great desire; a
I girl-child whose very name was a
'compromise between the parents,
for they called her Billy for sake
of the boy her father wanted, and
Louise for the girl her mother
bad longed for, to lighten that
terrible loneliness which the far
frontier brings to the women who
brave its stern emptiness.
All through her little girlhood
Billy Louise Mac Donald found
of a visit to her harsh, unkempt
neighbors. And Marthy, who
her greatest diversion the paying
ordered her lazy husband around
like a slave, watched and waited
for Billy Louise's weekly visit,
and loved her as only a pent-up
heart can, love.
Perhaps she saw in Billy Louise
something of her own little
(laughter, .Minervy, whom she had
left buried back on the plains. At
any rate, she lavished her affec
tion on the little girl with the
strange name, and when the time
came for her to be sent away to
school and the Mac Donald crops
failed, it was Marthy who sup
plied the funds.
She gav*e the money to Billy
Louise's mother, and said it was |
j present for Billy Louise, and
iineant for "schooi money." She
said that she hadn't any girl of
her own to spend the money on.
A woman will sacrifice more
pride than you would believe If
she' sees a way toward helping
her children to an education. Mrs.
Mac Donald took the money, and
she promised secrecy—with a
feeling that Marthy wished it.
At IS, then, Billy Louise knew
some things not taught by the
wide plains and the wild Mils
around her. And when her father
died trigacilly beneath an over
turned load of poles from the
mountain at the head of the con
yon, Billy Louise came home.
CHAPTER 11.
A Storm and n Stranger.
Billy Louise was riding home
from Marthy's one January after
noon, the winter after she had
come home to take up the whole
burden of the ranch.
It was getting late, and her
horse, Blue, had just rounded a
sharp turn of the trail, when Billy
Louise suddenly caught her
breath and her fingers slipped
'around the butt of the gun she al
ways carried.
She did not know this horse
man, who sat negligently in the
I saddle while his horse stood knee
ideep in the little stream. She
did not know him; and there were
not so many travelers in the land
that strangers were a matter of
indifference.
Blue stepped nonchalantly down
into the stream beside the
strange horse and went across
without stopping to drink. The
strange horse moved on also, as
if that were the natural thing to
do—which it was.
"Looks like a storm," the fur
roated one observed, with a per
fectly transparent attempt to
lighten the awkwardness.
Billy Louise glanced at the man
and caught him looking intently
at her face.
He did not look away Immedi
ately, as he should have done, and
Billy Louise felt a little heat-wave
of resentment.
"Are you going far?" he quer
ied in the same tone he bad em
ployed before.
"Six miles," she answered
shortly.
"I've about eighteen," he aald.
"Looks like we'll both get caught
out in a blizzard."
Certainly, he bad a pleasant
enough voice—and Billy Louise,
in common justice, laid aside her
resentment.
"That's what we have to expect
when we travel in this country in
the winter," she replied. "Eight
een miles will take you long after
dark."
"Well, I was sort of figuring on
putting up at some ranch If it got
too bad. There's a ranch some
where ahead, on the Wolverine,
isn't there?"
"Yes." Billy Louise bit her lip;
but hospitality ia an unwritten
law In the West—a law not to be
lightly broken. "That's where I
live. We'll be glad to have you
stop there, of course."
And so it came about that
when Billy Louise reached home
to find that Peter Howling Dog
-the half-breed Indian who did
the chores- had unceremoniously
departed, the presence of the
strange man was not unwelcome.
lie helped her with the milk
ing, and presently they fought
their way to the cabin through
the blinding storm.
"Bid you get everything
done? You must be half frozen —
and starved into the bargain,"
the girl's mother greeted them,
while she pulled a pan of hot,
brown biscuits from the oven,
poured the tea, and turned crisp,
browned potatoes out of a frying
pan into a deep, white bowl.
"I didn't quite catch your name
mister," Mrs. Mac Donald said,
finally. "But take another bis
cuit, anyway."
"Warren Is my name," return
ed the man; "Ward Warren. I've
got a claim over on Mill creek."
Billy Louise gave a little gasp
and distractedly poured two
spoons of sugar in her tea, al
though she hated it sweetened.
Long ago, when Billy Louise
was X 2 or so, and lived largely ln
a dream world of her own, 3he
had one day chanced upon a para
graph In ■ paper. It was about
Ward Warren. The name caught
lux fancy, and the text of^the
paragraph seized upon her imag
ination.
She sometimes pretended that
Ward Warren had abducted her
and led her intot strange places
where she tried to shiver in hon
est dread. Often, however. Ward
Warren was a fugitive who came
to her for help.
The meal ended precently, and
as Billy Louise washed tho dishes
she went mentally over that par
agraph. She wished she did not
remember every single word of
it. but she did.
The next morning the blizzard
raged. Peter Howling Dog had
not returned, so Warren did the
chores and would not let Billy
Louise help with anything.
He talked a little, and Blfly
Louise discovered that he was
quick to see a joke, and that he
simply could not lie caught nap
ping, but had always a retort
ready for her. That was true un
til after dinner, when he picked
up a book. When that happened
he was dead to the world, and ho
did not show any symptoms of
consciousness until he had reach
ed the last page, just when the
light was growing dim. He clos
ed the book with a long breath,
placed It accurately upon the
shelf where it had stood since
Billy Louise came home from
school, and picked up his hat
and gloves. It was time to wade
out through the snow and feed
the stock and bring ln more
wood.
"I wish we could get him to
stay all winter, instead of that
Peter Howling Dog," Mrs. Mc-
Donald said, anxiously, after he
had gone out. "I just know Pet
er's off drinking. [ wish you'd
hire Mr. Warren, Billy Louise,
he' nice and quiet "
"And he's got a ranch of his
own. He doesn't strike me as a
man who wants a job milking two
cows and carrying slop to the
pigs, mommle."
"Well, I'd feel a lot easier if
we had him instead of that breed.
I really think you ought to speak
to Mr. Warren, Billy Louise."
"Speak to him yourself. Hire
the man if you want him. Only-
Ward Warren isn't "
Ward Warren pushed open the
door and looked from one to the
other. "Isn't —what?" he asked,
and shut the door behind him
with the air of one who is ready
for anything.
"The kind of man who wants
to hire out to do chores," Billy
Louise finished, and looked at
him straight. "Are you? Mon
mle wants to hire you."«
"Oh, well, I was Just about to
ask for the Job, anyway." He
laughed, and the distrust left his
eyes. "As a matter of fact, I was
going over to Jim Larson's to
hang out for the rest of the win
ter and get away from the lone
someness of the hills. But It
looks to me as If you two needed
something around that looks like
a man a heap more than .llm
doeß. So, If you'll stake me to a'
meal now and then, and a place
to sleep, I'll be glad to see you
thru the winter—or until you get
some white man to take my
place." He took up the two
water-palls and waited, glancing
from one to the other with that
repressed smile which Billy Louis
was beginning to look for ln his
face.
"Weil stake you to a book, a
|bannack and a bed If you want
to stay, Mr. Warren," she said,
quite soberly. "Also to a pitch
fork and an ax, If you like, and
regular wages.
Ills eyes went to her and stead
led there, with the Intent expres
sion in them. "Thanks. Cut out
the wages, and I'll take the offer
Just as It stands," he told her.
CHAPTER 111.
"Old Hume Fortune I'sed Me for
ii Football."
Ward Warren sat before tbe
fireplace with a clgaret long gone
cold in his fingers and stared in
to the blaze. Billy Louise had
spoken to him twice, and he bad
not answered. He had been at
the Wolverine a month, and they
were pretty well acquainted by
now, and inclined to friendliness
when Ward threw off his moodi
ness and has air of holding him
self ready for some affront which
he seemed to expect.
Billy Louise suddenly loot pa
tience. She picked up a bit of
hark the sine of her thumb and
threw it at Ward. She had a
fine accuracy of aim—she hit him
on the nape of the neck.
Ward Jumped up and whirled,
and when he faced Billy I_oul.se
he had a gun gripped ln the fin
gers that had held the clgaret so
loosely. So they faced each oth
er, while Billy Louise backed
against the wall and took two
sharp breaths.
Ward relaxed. lie shoved the
gun back inside the belt of his
trousers — Billy Louise had never
dreamed that he carried any
weapon- — and dropped hack Into
the chair. He folded his anus up
on the high chalrback and laid his
face down upon them.
Hilly Louise set her teeth hard
together to keep back the te.rs
of sympathy. Suffering of any
sort always wrung the tender
heart of her. But suffering like
this--never in her life had she
seen anything like it. She went
to him and iaid her two bonds
on his shoulders without even
thinking Wat this was the first
time she had ever touched him.
"Don't!" she said, half whis
pering so that she would not wak
en her mother. In bed with an at
tack of lumbago. "Don't look as
if you — you hadn't a friend on
earth! Anyway, you've got me,
and—l understand all about it."
She whispered those last words,
and her heart thumped heavily
with trepidation after she had
spoken.
Ward raised his head, caught
one of her hands and held it fast
while he looked deep into her
eyes. He drew a deep breath and
gave her hand a little squeeze and
let it go.
"Did I scare you? I'm sorry,"
he said, speaking in a hushed
tone because of the woman in the
next room. "I was thinking
about a man I may meet some
day; and if I do meet him, the
chances are I'll kill him. I—didn't1 —didn't
—1 forgot where 1 waa—" He
fumbled In his pocket for tobacco
and papers. Abstractedly he be
gan the making of a clgaret.
Billy Louise put wood on the
fire, pulled up a square, calico
padded stool, and sat down. Ward
leaned forward with a twig in his
hand, got it ablaze, and lighted
his cigaret. He did not look at
Billy Louise until he had taken a
w biff or two.
"What made you catch your
breath when I told my name that
night I came?" he asked, with a
! tensity behind the lightness of his
tone. "Where had you ever heard!
of me before?"
Billy Louise gasped again, sent
a lightning thought into the fu
ture, and answered more casually
than she had hoped she could.
"When I was a kid I ran across
the name—somewhere—and I
used It to play with—"
"Yes—and what about—under
standing all about it? Do you?"
he insisted, leaning toward her.
"I —well, I do —some of It any
way." Billy Louise lifted a hand
spasmodically to her throat.
"What was in the paper," she
whispered.
"What was that? What did it
say?"
"I—l—what difference does It
make, what it said?" Billy Louise
turned imploring eyes upon him.
"It doesn't matter—to me—in the
least. It —didn't say much."
"I didn't know there was a
woman in tbe world llko you,"
Ward said irrelevantly and looked
into the fire. "I never knew a
woman could he a friend —■ the
kind of friend a man can be." He
threw his cligaret into the fire and
watched the paper shrivel swiftly.
"Life's a queer thing," he said,
taking a different angle. "I start
ed out with big notions about the
things I'd do. Maybe I started
wrong, but for a kid with nobody
to point the trail for him, I don't
think I did so worse—till old
Dame Fortune spotted me in the
crowd and proceeded to use me
for a football." He turned his
head quite unexpectedly and
looked at Billy Louise. "What
was it you read?" he asked ab
ruptly.
"I don't like to—say it," she
whispered unsteadily.
"Well, you needn't. I'll say It
for you, when I come to it. There's!
a lot before that."
Ward Warren had never before
opened his soul to any human;
not completely. But so much as;
a man may put Into words, Ward;
told her; more, a great deai more, I
than he would ever tell again as
long as he lived. And, in it all,'
there was no word of love. It was
of what lay behind him that he
talked.
Monday, March 6, 1916.
Sometimes the eyes of Billy
Louise were soft with sympathy.
Sometimes they were wide and
held the light of horror. Once,
with a small sob that had no tears
she reached out and clutched htl
arm. "Oh, don't!" she gasped.
"Don't go on telling—l—■kip*
that part and tell me—"
Ward took up the story and
told her much; more than she had
ever dreamed could be. I can't
repeat any of It; what he said was
for Billy Louise to know and none
other.
After that, though there was
never any word of love between .
them. Billy Louise, with the sure
Instinct of a woman, watched for
signs of those fits of bitter brood
ing; watched and drove them off
with various weapons of her own.
Sometimes she cheerfully declar
ed that she was bored to death,
nnd wasn't Ward just dying for a
game of "rob casino"? Some
times she simply teased him into,
retaliation.
She only meant to wean him
from pessimism and rebuild with
in him a healthy appetite for life.
If she did more than that, she
did not know it Jthen; for Ward
Warren had learned, along with
other hard lessons, the art of
keeping his thoughts locked safe
ly away. Only his eyes tinned
traitors sometimes when he look
ed at Billy Louise; though she,
being a somewhat self-centered
\oung person, never quite read
what they tried to betray.
When spring came at last, and
i Ward rode regretfully back to his
claim on Mill Creek, he was not
at all the morose Ward Warren
who had ridden down to the Wol
verine that stormy night in Janu
ary. Fortune's football was mak
, lug ready to light desperately to
become captain ot the game, that
he might be something more to
Billy Louise. m
CHAPTER IV.
The Change at the Cove.
It was early in April that Hill y
Louise rode over to the Cove to
see her friends, and these she
found a great change. Jase bad '
[failed to wake up one morning, so
now Marthy was without even his
.shiftless companionship.
"What are you going to do
now, Marthy?" Billy Louise asked.
"You can't get on here alone, you
know. Did you send for that
nephew?"
"He's comin'," Marthy had talk
.cd so long of sending for this
nephew of hers that Billy Louise
had begun to think there was no
such person. "I dunno when he'll
git here; he's liable to come most
any time. 1 kin git along alone. I
[ might as well of been alone—"
j Kveil hai'Bh Marthy hesitated and
did not finish the sentence that
J would have put a slight upon her
i dead.
And strange as It may seem, the
nephew, whose name was Charlie
Fox, came that very afternoon he
fore Billy Louise went home. He
wis a college man, Marthy had
said, and had worked in a bank,
and though Billy Louise wonder
ed why on earth he should want
|to bury himself in tho'Cove with
Marthy, he had treated his aunt
with sympathy and kindliness
when he heard of her loss, and the
■iirl rather liked him.
"I'm glad he's come," she said
to Blue as she rode home, "even
lif he prow to be a tenderfoot
|--which somehow I think he
won't. Because I'm not going to
I be able to get over there often,"
I she continued musing aloud.
"I'll have to do a lot of riding
on the cattle this summer."
(Continued In our next Issue.)
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