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Show r THE CI Rainc COPYRIGHT by G W.0IU.INOHAM THE BLIZZARD STNOPSI9. Word that their nightly frolics are distasteful to "high-tone- d Britishers" recently arrived at the Lodge, among them an army captain and his sister of the same name as himself, la brought to Jack Kllmeny (known to his Intimates as Crumbs) and some friends camping on the Gunnison In Colorado. Called to account for the uproar by Dobyans Verln-de- r, snobbish millionaire, member of the British party. Jack snubs that individual and has a friendly chat with Moya Dwlght. attractive Irish girl. Jack has no use for his British relatives, two of whom he knows are at the While Ashing, Kllmeny Lodge. again meets Miss Dwlght, and by her is Introduced to the other members of the party, chief of whom are Lord and Lady Far-- i quhar, as "Mr. Crumbs." Jack is Immensely Impressed by the love-- ! llness of Joyce Seldon, companion of Moya. Next day, at Uunnl-- i son, the Farquhar party sees "Mr. Crumbs" win the bucking bron-- 1 cho championship. He disappears after the contest. On their way home Moya and her companions are overtaken by a sheriff s posse in pursuit of tyo men who have robbed the treasurer of the County Fair association of the proceeds of the show. The sheriff declares the men are Jack Kll- meny ("Crumbs") and his friend Colter. Captain Kllmeny and his sister realize that Jack Is their oousin. His participation in the robbery seems assured. Jack meets Moya and convinces her of his innocence of the crime charged against him. Joined by the Farquhar party. Jack's relationship to Captain Kllmeny and his sister Is established. He leaves them. With Jack Kilmeny his prisoner, the sheriff makes a short stay at the Lodge. Jack, on leaving, takes the captain's hat instead of his own. In Jack's hat Moya and India discover a paper giving directions for flnd-- I Ing a package. Captain Kllmeny and the two girls find It the money stolen from the fair association. Convinced that Jack is altogether unworthy of her thoughts, Moya becomes engaged to Captain Kllmeny, who has long been her suitor. Meeting Jack, Moya frankly tells him the discovery of the "loot" has convinced her he la a thief. She Incidentally reveals the fact that Kllmeny Is on his way Captain to return the money. Practically ordering Moya to meet him at the same place In the morning. Jack leaves her. The captain Is held up and robbed of the cash. Jack undoubtedly being the thief. a party of j j - j j j J i . I j CHAPTER VII Continued "My father was a young man when le came to tills country. The West Hasn't very civilized then. My father utts fearless and outspoken. This made htm enemies among the gang of (nttle thieves operating In the country where his ranch lay. He lost calves. One day he caught a brand blotter at work- - The fellow refused to surrender. There was a tight, and my father killed him." "Oh I" cried the girl softly In fascinated horror. "Such things had to be In those days. Any man that was a man had sometimes to fight or else go to the wall." ... "I can see that. I wasn't blaming It must your father. Only have been horrible to have to do." "The fellow thieves of the man. wore vengeance. One night they caught the chief that's what I used to call my father caught him alone In a gambling hell In the cow town where the stockmen came to buy provisions. My father had gone there by appointment to meet a man lured to his death by a forged note. He knew be had probably come to the end of the passage as soon aa he had stepped Into the place. His one chance was to turn and run. He wouldn't do that" Moya, looking at the son, could believe easily this story of the fHther. "Go on," she nodded tensely. "The quarrel came, as of course It would. Just before the guns flushed a stranger roe from a corner and told the ruilera they would have to count bltn In the scrap, that he wouldn't -aland fur a ow." "Wasn't that fine? 1 suppose he was a friend of your father he had helped some time." "No. He hnd never seen him bWore. Hut he happened to be a man." The eyes of the girl were shining. Por the moment she was almost beautiful. A flame seemed to run over her dusk" fare, the glow of her generous heart finding expression externally. "I'm gtftd there are such men," she cried softly. "The story of that fight Is a classic today In the hills. When It ended two of the rustlers wer dead, two badly wounded, and the others galloping away for their lives. The chief end his unknown friend were lying on the floor shot to pieces." "But they lived surely they didn't CO. Sara Lundy that was the name of my father's rescuer left two children, a boy and a girl. We call the boy Curly. He was down at the camp fishing with me." She saw the truth then knew In a flash that the man beside her had run the risk of prison to save his friend. And her heart went out to him In such a rush of feeling that she had to turn her face away. "You paid back the debt to the son that your father owed his. Oh, I'm so glad so glad." "Guessed it, have you?" 'Your friend was the thief." "He took the money, but he's no thief not In his heart. In England only a criminal would do such a thing, but It's different here. A holdup may he a decent fellow gone wrong through drink and bad company. That's how It was this time. My friend is a range rider. Ills hear Is as open and clean as the plnlns. But he's young yet Just turned twenty and he's easily led. This thing was sprung on him by an older man with whom he had been drinking. Before they were sober he and Mosby had taken the money." "I am sorry," the girl said, almost under her breath. He explained more fully. "Colter by chance got a line on what the kid and Mosby were planning to pull off. Knowing I had some Influence with Curly, he came straight to me. That was just after the finals In the riding. We hurried out to find Curly. Well, we were too late. While we were looking for our friends so as to stop this crazy play they were going to pull off, Colter and I met the president of the bank. We had known him in the mining country and he held us there While we were still there talking. news comes of the robbery." "And then?" "We struck straight back to the corral. Our horses were there. The boys had ridden back, swapped them for their own, and hit the trail. Mosby's Idea had been to throw suspicion on us for an hour or two until they could make their We rode back to the crowd, learned the particulars, and followed the boys. My thought was that If we could get the money from them we might make terms with the association." "That's why you were In a hurry when you passed us." get-awa- "That's why." "And of course the sheriff thought you were running away from him." "He couldn't think anything else, could he?" "How blind I was how lacking In faith I And all the time I knew In my heart you couldn't have done It," she reproached herself. His masterful eyes fastened on her. "Did your friends know it? Did Miss Joyce think I couldn't have done It?" "You'll have to ask her what she thought. I didn't bear Joyce give an opinion." "Is she going to marry that fellow Verlnder?" "I don't know." "He'll ask her, won't he?. She smiled at his b'unt question a little wanly. "You'll have to ask Mr. Verlnder that. I'm not In his confidence." You know well "You're quibbling. enough." "I think he will." "Will she take him?" "It s hard to tell what Joyce will do. I'd rather not discuss the subject, please. Tell me, did you And your friends?" "We ran them down In the hills at Inst. I knew pretty well about where they would be and one morning I dropped In on them. We talked It all over and I put It up to them that If they would turn the loot over to me I'd try to call off the officers. Curly was sick and ashamed of the whole business and was willing to do whatever I thought best Mosby bad different notions, but I persuaded him to see the light. They told me where they had hidden the money In the river. I was on my way back to get It when I found little Bess Landor lost in the hills. Gill nobbed me as I took her to the ranch." "And after you were taken back to Gunnison did you break prison?" "I proved an alibi one the sheriff couldn't get away from. We had proof we weren't near the scene of the robbery. The president of the bank had been talking to us about ten minutes when the treasurer of the association drove up at a gallop to say he had Just been robbed." "So they freed you?" "I made a proposition to the district attorney and the directors of the associationthat If I got the money back all prosecutions would be dropped. They . agreed. I came back for the money and found It gone." "If you had only told me that thej." "I had no time. My first thouaat waa to tell my cousin the truth, but 1ler "Yes, they lived and becsma close I waa afraid to take a chance on kirn. friends. A few years later they were The only way to save Curly waa t Both of Lbeaa axe dead bow. take back U I partner ajcney fnyaelt e gilt-edge- d NEPHL UTAH TIMES-NEW- couldn't be aure that Captain Kllmeny would- - believe my story. So I played It safe and helped myself." "You must think a lot of your friend to go so far for him." "His mother turned him over to me to make a man of him, and tf she hadn't I owed it to his father's son." Her eyes poured upon him their warm approving light. "Yes, you would have to help him, no matter what It cost." He protested against heroics with a face crinkled "It wasn't costing me a cent" "It might have cost yon a great deal. Suppose that Captain Kilmeny had picked up his gun. You couldn't have shot him." "I'd have told him who T"wsand why I must have the money. No, Miss Dwlght, I don't fit the specifications of a hero." Moya's lips curved to a sweet little derisive twist that was a smile In embryo. "I know about you, sir." Kllmeny took his eyes from her to let them rest upon a man and a woman walking the river trail below. The man bowed and the westerner answered the greeting by lifting his hat. When he looked back at his companion he was smiling Impishly. For tie two by the river bank were Lord and Lady Farquhar. One glance told Moya that her chaperon had made up her mind to drive Jack Kllmeny from the field. .Lady Jim looked at her husband. He cleared his throat in some embarrassment. "Mornln. Mr. Kilmeny. If you have time I'd like to have you look over some ore samples sent from our mine." The American smiled. He understood perfectly. "I've got all the time there Is." Moya Intervened again. "First let me tell you the news. Mr. Kllmeny has been freed of all suspicion In connection with the robbery. The money has been returned and the whole thing dropped." Farquliar's face cleared. "Glad to hear it." He emphasized his words, by adding a moment later: "By Jove, I am glad. Congratulations, Mr. Kilmeny." His wife added hers, but there was a note of reserve In her manner Plainly she was not fully satisfied. Eagerly Moya turned to the young man. "May I tell all about It?" He hesitated, then nodded shortly. "If you like." Her voice vibrant with sympathy, Moya told the story In her ardent way. Kilmeny said nothing, but the corners of his mouth suggested amusement. Something of humorous derision In his blue eyes told Farquhar that the did not take the girl's admiration as his due. Rather, he neHha to regard It merely as an evidence of her young enthusiasm. Lord Farquhar shook hands frankly with Kilmeny. "We've done you an Injustice. If I had a son I would want him to have played the part you did under the same circumstances." His wife backed him up loyally but with misgivings. The character of this young man might be cleared, but that did not make him any more eligible. Her smile had In It some suggestion of the reserve of the chaperon. "I'm glad to know the truth, Mr. Kllmeny. It does you credit Your cousins won't be back to lunch, but If you can stay " "I can't. Lady Farquhar. Thanks Just the same. I've got to ride up into the hills to let the boys know It's all right We'll be leaving tomorrow to go back to work." "We go tomorrow too. I suppose this will be good-by- , then." Lady Farquhar offered her hand. Kllmeny turned last to Moya. "Good-bneighbor." Her eyes did not shrink as the small hand was buried for an Instant In his brown palm, but the youth In her face was quenched. "Good-by,- " she repeated In a colorless voice. "Sorry I wasn't able to say good-bto my cousins and Miss Seldon. I understand you're all going up to the mines. Tell Captain Kllmeny Til try to see him at Goldbanks and make all proper apologies for my bad manners yesterday." Moya's face lit up. "Do yon live at Goldbanks?" "Sometimes." He bowed and turned away. The girl was left wondering. There had been a note of reservation In his manner when she had spoken of Was there after all some mystery about him or his occupation, something he did not want them to know? Her Interest was incredibly aroused. Lord Farquhar held stock in the Motile Gibson and Moya's small Inheritance was invested mostly in the mine. The KUmenys owned shares In two or three paying companies. But Verlnder was far and away the largest single owner. His holdings were scattered all over the camp. In the Mollle Gibson and the Never Quit the two biggest properties at Goldbanks, be held a controlling vote. It was Impossible for Joyce to put her nose out of the hotel without being confronted with the wealth of her suitor. This made a tremendous appeal to the Imagination of the young woman. All these thousands of men were toiling to make him richer. If Verlnder could have known It, the environment was a potent ally for him. In London he was a social climber, in spite of his gold ; here he was a sole autocrat of the camp. As the weeks passed be began to look more possible. His wealth would give an amplitude, a spaciousness that would make the relationship tolerable. As a man of moderate means he would not have done at all, but every added million would help to reduce the Intimacy of the marital tie. To a certain extent she would go her way and he his. Meanwhile, she kept him guessing. Sometimes her smiles brought him on the run. Again he was made to understand that It would be better to keep his distance. The days grew shorter and the As the weeks mornings colder. passed the approach of winter began to push autumn back. Once or twice there was an Inch of snow In the night that melted within a few hours. The Farquhar party began to talk of getting back to London, but there was an impending consolidation of properties that held the men at Goldbanks. For a month It had been understood that they would be leaving In a few days now, but the deal on hand was of such Importance that it was felt best to stay until it was effected. One afternoon Moya and Joyce rode out from the canyon where the ugly little town lay huddled and followed the road down into the foothills. It was a day of sunshine, but back of the mountains hung a cloud that had been pushing slowly forward. In It the peaks were already lost. The great hills looked as if the knife of a Titan had sheered off thelr summlts. The young women came to a bit of level and cantered across the mesa In a race. They had left the road to find wild flowers for Lady Jim. Joyce, In a flush of physical drew up from the gallop and well-bein- Colo-radoa- n y, Cold-lisnk- CHAPTER VIII A Blizzard Moya found In Goldbanks much to Interest her. Its helter-skelte- r streets Moya Found in Goldbanka Much to Interest Her. called back In gay derision to her friend. We win. "Oh, yon Don't we. Two Step?" And she patted the neck of her pony with a little gloved hand. Moya baited beside the dainty beauty and laughed slowly, showing In two even rows the tips of smal strong teeth. "Of course you win. You're always off with a hurrah before one knows what's on. Nobody else has a chance." The victor flashed saucy glance at her. "I like to win. It's more fun." "Yes, It's more fun, but " "But what?" "I was thinking that It'a no fun for the loser." "That's his lookout," came the swift retort. "Nobody makes him play." She was Moya did not answer. thinking how Joyce charged the batteries of men's emotions by the slow look of her deep eyes, by the languorous turn of her head, by the enthral-meof her grace. "I wouldn't have your conscience for worlds, Moya. I don't want to be so dreadfully proper until I'm old and ogly," Joyce continued, pouting. "Lady Jim Is always complaining because I'm not proper enough," laughed Moya. "She's forever holding yon up to me as an example." "So I am. Of course I flirt I always shall. But I'll not come a cropper. Til never let my flirtations Interfere with business. Lady Jim knows that." Moya looked straight at her. "Were yon ever In love In your life?" Her friend laughed to cover a faint blush. "What an enfant terrible you are, my dear I Of course I've been hundreds of times." "No, but really?" "If yon mean the way they are In novels, a desperate slow-poke- nt following the line of least resistance. Its slapdash buildings, the . scarred hillsides dotted with wd sbafthouses d beneath which straggled dumps like long beards, were all Indigenous to a life the manner of which she could only guess. Judged by her Bret Harte, the place ought to be picturesque. Perhaps It was, but Moya was given little chance to find out At least It waa Interesting. Even from an outside point of view she could see that eilstence was reduced to the elemental. Men fought for gold against danger and privation and toll. No doubt If she could have seen their hearts they fonght too for love. Miss Seldon was frankly bored by the crude rawness of the place. Or? kind-- no. phase of It alone Interested her. Of all this turbid activity Dobyana VeMy emotions are quite under conrlnder was the chief profiler. Other trol, thank yon. What la It you're capitalist bad an Interest In the camp. driving atr slate-colore- DAIRY FACTS "I just wondered. Look bow cloudy the sky Is getting. It's going to storm. We'd better be going home." ."Let's get onr flowers firstThey wandered among the hills, searching for the gorgeous blossom of fall. Not for half an hour did they remount "Which way for homer Jayce asked briskly, smoothing her skirt CAREFULLY SELECT Moya looked around before she answered. "I don't know. Must be over DAIRY HERD SIREg that way, don't you think?" Joyce answered with a laugh, using Ninety-fiv- e per cent of the men who a bit of American slang she had beard sires wait until they need herd buy I me the "Search day before. one, then rush out to buy one ready Wouldn't It be jolly if we were lost?" for service. They don't know It but - "Ilow dark the sky Is getting. I beare following beaten paths. The lieve a flake of snow fell on my hand." they successful breeder selects his herd The one face. on "Yes. There's my sire when the general demand is lighroad must be Just around this hill." As a result be gets a better bull "I daresay you're right These hills test lower price, says J. P. LaMaster, a at are like peas In a pod. I can't tell chief of the dairy division at Clemson one from another." college. of rode the base around the They people have potatoes to sell hill Into a little valley formed by In Someseasons when potatoes are high tbe other hills. No sign of the road ap- In price. Some people have real espeared. to sell when the demand Is great"We're lost, Moya. They'll have to tate But the ordinary man has potasend out search parties for us. We'll est. sell when prices are low, and toes to get in the dreadful Sunday papers is burdened with real estate because again," Joyce laughed. be can't sell It Tbe reason Is that An anxious little frown showed on the ordinary man follows the beaten not was forehead. She frightMoya's The other fellow finds out what path. ened, but she was beginning to get people are doing generally and he does worried. A rising wind and a falling something else. He puts In more potemperature were not good omens. tatoes after a year when they don't Moreover, one of those swift changes most of simply because he knows " common to the Rockies had come over sell, others won't do that He buya the the country. Out of a leaden sky real estate Just when almost everysnow was falling fast. Banked clouds else wants to get rid of his; and were driving the wintry sunshine to- body he buys a herd sire during the season ward the horizon. It would soon be when demand Is lowest night, and If the signs were true a This is practically all the difference bitter one of storm. between "Just ordinary existing" aud "It's getting cold. We must find the getting ahead. You can find out to road and hurry home," Joyce said. which class you belong by asking your"Yes." Moya's voice was cheerful, self this set of questions: but her heart had sunk. An Icy hand When will I need a new herd sire? seemed to have clutched It and tightLet us suppose you will need a new She had heard the dreadful ene before next March. ened. When will I look up a herd sire? things that happened during Rocky mountain blizzards. They must find (If your answer is, "Oh, next fall the road. They must find it. when I'm not so busy," you belong to She set herself searching for It, the "beaten-patgang." You will conscious all the time that they might start out Just when 95 per cent of the be going In the wrong direction For breeders start, you will buy one of the this unfeatured roll of hills offered no "left over" bulls and you will pay all guide, no landmark that stood out the bull Is worth.) Now you have your choice between from the surrounding country. Moya covered her anxiety with a great many good bulls. All these be gone before fall to the successlaughter and small Jokes, but there will came a time when these did not avail, ful 5 per cent If you say, "I'm too when Joyce faced the trtuh too that busy now," you are following beaten paths. If you sit down this very day they were lost In the desert, two helpless girls, with night upon them and and line up your next herd sire, you a storm driving up. Somewhere, not can depend upon It you will buy a better one than the luckiest member many miles from them, lay Goldbanks. of the "beaten-pat- h gang" will ever There were safety, snug electric-lighte- d rooms with great fires blazing from see. open chimneys, a thousand men who would gladly have gone Into the night Care and Attention Is to look for thfjn. But all of these Essential for Ringworm might as well be a hundred leagues The following Is reported as a good away, since they did not know the cure for calves with ringworm : Wash way home. The big deep eyes of Joyce shone the parts with strong soap and water to remove as much as possible of the with fear. Never before In her sheltered life had she been brought close crusts or scabs and, when dry, rub the to Nature In one of her terrible moods. spots with some of the following ointFrom her soft round throat sobbing ment : Flowers of sulphur, two ounces ; words leaped. "We're lost, Moya. oil of creosote, two drams; prepared lard, four ounces. This ointment We're going to die." "Nonsense. Don't be a goosie," her should be applied each morning and evening. Painting the affected parts downright friend answered sharply. with tincture of Iodine on alternate "But what shall we do?" days Is also very effective, but this Scudding clouds had leaped across agent be applied near tbe the sky and wiped out the last nar- animal'sshould not eyes. The woodwork and the row line of sunlight along the eastern horizon. Every minute it was getting walls of the shed In which these calves colder. The wind bad a bitter sting are housed should be painted with hota Umewash, to which has been added to It. couple of ounces of crude carbolic add. "We must find the trail," Moya reWith a little care and attention one plied. should soon get rid of tbe trouble. "And If we don't?" we "But shall," the Irish girl assured with a finality that lacked con- Easiest Way to Dehorn viction. "You wait here. Don't move Is by Applying Caustic from the spot I'm going to ride round The easiest and most really paina at little distance. must There you less way to dehorn Is to use caustic be a trail here somewhere." potash on the young calves. This Moya gave her pony the quirt and caustic, should be applied on the butcantered off. Swiftly she circled, but tons where the horns come out by before she had completed the circumtime the the calves are a week old. now ference the snow, falling heavily, The hair should be cut around the had covered the ground and obliteratand the skin around the hornt ed any path there might be. With a buttons rubbed with vajellne to prevent the beavy heart she started to return to caustic from burning. The stick of her friend. caustic Is wrapped with paper to preOwing both to the lay of the ground vent it from eating the fingers, on and the Increasing density she could end of the stick Is moistened In water not see Joyce. Thrice she called beand rubbed on the horns until fore a faint answer reached her ears. become white. The caustic shouldthey not rode toward the voice, stopping be wet Moya so It will run down oo enough now and again to call "and wait for a the calf's head or Into Its eyes. This reply. Her horizon was now Just betreatment will kill the horns, stopping yond the nose of her pony, so that It further growth. was not until they were only a few yards apart that she saw Two Step Clean Vessels and Warm and Its rider. Both broncho and girl were sheeted with snow. Milk of Big Importance "Oh, I thought yon were gone, I A good rule to go by Is never te thought you were never coming," feed a calf out of a pall you would Joyce reproached In a wall of despair. not drink out of yourself or feed her "Did you find the road?" any milk you would not be willing "No, but I've thonght of something. to drink. Feed the milk as warm nf horses find will their own fresh milk from a cow. Keep l! They say way home If you let them. Loosen pens dry after calf has had her milk. the reins, dear." After the heifer Is weaned then II Is well to put t.ime oil meal Into tbf grain mixture. A good mixture much If you have been in a westused Is; ern blizzard, you know how tar. oo pound wheat bran. rible It Is. If you have not, let BOO pounds cornmPnl. 104 pounds ground oats. your imagination run riot 100 pounds oil meal. Tills Is particularly desirable to use after weaning. TO BE CONTINUED.) h "Kitchen Cabinet" The "kitchen cabinet" was a name given to a group of political adviser of President Jackson. They occupied no gfflclal positions, bnt were consulted by the president as private citizens. The principal members of this cabinet were Amos Kendall, William B. Lewis, Isnac Hill, Duff Green and Francis P. Blair. It was the custom of the unofficial advisers, whenever they called ion the president to go In by the back door to avoid obaervOon hence th sobrlqnet of "kitchen cabinet,4 which Is said to have originated anaoaj; tbe Whigs. Kamuui CUf Sue Cause of Bad Flavors Bad flavors In cream snd dairy products are usually caused by carelessness In the care of the milk. If a little dirt falls In the milk It becomes contaminated with bscterls which gives It bad flavors and If tb milk I allowed to stand around tbi barn awhile before taken to the bouM and cooled It will often take oo a bad flavor. Tbe feeding of some eon f succulent feed will often help t overcome this; roots, cabbage, an ullage are good. |