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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, "BUI, you're s liar," he said. "I reckon I won't stand to be classed with Booly an' Ned. There ain't no cowboy on this range thet's more appreclatln' of the ladles than me, but I shore ain't rtdln' out of my way. I reckon I hev enough ridln' to e do. Now, Bill, if you've slch seen somethln' mebbe eyes yon good on the way out?" "Nels, I hevn't seen nothln'," he replied, bluntly. "Jest take a squint at these hoss tracks," said Nels, and he drew Stlllwell a few paces aside and pointed to large hoofprlnts In the dust, "I reckon you know the hoss thet made them?" "Gene Stewart's roan, or I'm a exclaimed Stlllwell, and he dropped heavily to his knees and began to scrutinize the tracks. Nels, whoever was straddlln' Stewart's hoss met somebody. An' they hauled up a bit, but didn't git down." "Tolerable good for you, Bill, thet "I reasonln'," replied the cowboy. reckon you know what hoss made the other tracks?" "I'm thlnkln' hard, but I ain't sure." "It was Danny Mains' bronc." "How do you know thet?" demanded Stlllwell, sharply. "Bill, the left front foot of thet little hoss always wears a shoe thet sets crooked. Any of the boys can tell you. I'd know thet track If I was blind." "Nels, you don't think the boy's sloped with thet little hussy, Bonita?" "Bill, he shore was sweet on Bonita. same as Gene was, an' Ed Linton before he got engaged, an' all the boys. ', She's shore that little black-eye- d devil. Danny might hev sloped with her all right Danny was held up on the way to town, an' then in the shame of It he got drunk. But he'll show up soon." "Wal, mebbe you an' the boys are right noI believeon you are. Nels, there doubt earth about who was ain't rldln' Stewart's hoss?" "Thet's as plain as the hoss' tracks." It "Wal, It's all amazln' strange. beats me. I wish the boys would ease up on drinkln'. I was pretty fond of I'm afraid Gene's Danny an' Gene. done fer, sure. If he crosses the border where he can fight It won't take long fer him to get plugged. I guess I'm gettln' old. I don't stand things like I used to." "Bill, I reckon I'd better hit the trail. Mebbe I can find Danny." "I reckon you had, Nels," replied Stlllwell. "But don't take more'n a couple of days. We can't do much on without you. Tm short the round-uof boys." That ended the conversation. Stlllwell Immediately began to hitch up his team, and the cowboys went out to fetch their strayed horses. Made line had been curiously Interested, and she saw that Florence knew It. "Things happen, Miss1 Hammond," she said, soberly, almost sadly. Madeline thought. And then straightway Florence began brightly to hum a tune and to busy herself repacking what was left of the lunch. Madeline suddenly conceived a strong liking and respect for this Western girl. Soon they were once more bowling along the road down a gradual incline, and then they began to climb a long ridge that had for hours hidden what lay beyond. That climb was rather tiresome, owing to the sun and the dust and the restricted view. Presently, at the top of the steep ascent Stlllwell got out and walked. leading the team. During this long climb fatigue claimed Madeline, and she drowsily closed her eyes, to find when she opened them again that the glaring white sky bad changed to a steel-blue- . The sun had sunk behind the foothills and the air was growing chilly. Stlllwell had returned to the driving-sea- t and was chuckling to the horses. Shadows crept up out of the dog-gon- e lHy"Romance Z,ane Grey The Light of Copyright by "I MET A LADY" SYNOPSIS. Arriving at the lone- ly little railroad station of El Cajon. New Mexico, Madeline Hammond, New York society girl, rinds no one to meet her. While In the waiting room, a drunken cowboy enters, asks If she la married, and departs, leaving her terrified. He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say "Si." Asking her name and learning her Identity the cowboy seems dazed. In a shooting scrape outside the room a Mexican Is killed. The cowboy lets a girl, Bonita., take his horse and escape, then conducts Madeline to Florence Klngsley, Florence friend of her brother. welcons her, learns her Btory, and dismlsais the cowboy, Gene Stewart. N'ext day Alfred Hammond, Madeline's brother, takes Stewart to task. Madeline exonerates him of any wrong intent. Alfred, scion of a wealthy family, had been dismissed from his home because of his dissipation. Madeline sees that the West has redeemed him. She meets Stlllwell, Al's employer, typical western ranchman. CHAPTER III Continued. 3 "Wal, wal, Al, this s the proudest meetln' of my life," replied Stlllwell, In a booming voice. He extended a "Miss Miss Majesty, huge hand. eight of you Is as welcome as the rain un' the flowers to an old desert cattleman." Madeline greeted him, and it was all she could do to repress a cry at the way he crunched her hand In a grasp of Iron. lie was old; white-haireweather-beaten- , with long furrows down his cheeks and with gray eyes almost hidden in wrinkles. If he was smiling she fancied it a most extraordinary smile. The next instant she realized that It hud been a smile, for his face apiieared to stop rippling, the light died, and suddenly it was like rudely chiseled stone. The quality of hardness she had seen In Stewart was Immeasurably intensified In this old man's face. "Miss Majesty, It's plumb humlllatln' to all of us thet we wasn't on hand to meet you," Stlllwell said. "I'm sure afraid It was a bit unpleasant fer you last night at the station. Wal, I'm some glad to tell you thet there's no man In these parts except your brother thet I'd as Uef hev met you as Gene Stewart." "Indeed "Yes, an' thet's takln' Into consideration Gene's weakness, too. I'm alius fond of sayln' of myself thet I'm the last of the old cattlemen. Wal, Stewart's not a native westerner, but he's my pick of the last of the cowboys. Sure, he's young, but he's the last of the old style the picturesque an' chivalrous, too, I make bold to say. Miss Majesty, as well as the old hard-rldlkind. Folks are down on Stewart. An' I'm only sayln a good word for him because he Is down, an' mebbe last nlfrht he might hev scared you, you beln' fresh from the' East." Madeline liked the old fellow for Ms loyalty to the cowboy he evidently eared for; but as there did not seem anything for her to say, she remained silent. "Miss Majesty, I reckon, beln' as you're In the West now, thet yon must take things as the) come, an' mind r n' Mx mwk teas mm iP Wit f-- c "Mm Malesty, It's Plumb Humllitin of Ut Thet We Wasn't on Hand (o Meet You," Stlllwell Said. To AM neb thing a little les th the on Ivfnre. If we old fellers hedn't been thet wny we'd never hev lnsted. nit-li- t wasn't particular bad, tln' wllh soma other nights lately. Thrre wasn't much doln'. Hut 1 bad s hard knock. Yesterday when we utartcd In with a bunrh of rattle I sent one of my cowboys, Danny Mains, ftlntig ahead, carryin' money I hed to t,ey off hands an' my bills, an I wanted thet money to get n town before dark. Wo' Danny was held ud. I don't list rust the lad. There's bern Strang Greasers lr lew li!ly, an "I-n- st dog-gon- Harptr and Brothtn mebbe they knew about the money comln'. "Wal, when I arrived with the cattle I was some put to It to make ends meet. An' today I wasn't In no angelic humor. When I hed my business all done' I went around pokln' my nose heah an' there, tryln' to get scent of thet money. An' I happened In at a hall we hev thet floes duty fer Jrill an hospital an' election-pos- t an' what not. Wal, Just then It was doln' duty as a hospital. Last night was fiesta night these Greasers her a fiesta ev ery week or so an' one Greaser who had been bad hurt was layln' In the hall, where he hed been fetched from the station. "The hall was full of cowboys, ranch ers. Greasers, miners, an' town folks, I was along with some strangers. about to get started up this way when Pat Ilawe come In. "Pat, he's the sheriff. lie come Into the hall, an' he was roarin' about things. He was goln' to arrest Danny Mains on sight. Wal, I Jest pollte-llk- e told Pat thet the money was mine an' he needn't get riled about It. An' If I wanted to trail the thief I reckon I could do It as well as anybody. "Then he cooled down a bit an' was askln' questions about the wounded Greaser when Gene Stewart comes In. Whenever Pat an' Gene come together It reminds me of the early days back In the 'seventies. Jest naturally everybody shut up. Fer Pat hates Gene, an' I reckon Gene ain't very sweet on Pat. "'Hello Stewart! You're the feller I'm lookin' fer,' said Pat. 'There was some queer goings-olast night thet you know somethln' about. Danny Mains robbed Stlllwell's money gone your roan horse gone an' this Greaser gone, too. Now, seeln' thet you was up late an' prowlln' round the station where this Greaser was found, It ain't onreasonable to think you might know how he got plugged is it?' "Stewart laughed kind of cold, an he rolled a cigarette, all the time eyeln' Pat, an' then he said If he'd plugged the !reaser lt'd never hev been slch a bunglln' Job. " "I can arrest you on suspicion, Stewart, but before I go thet far I want some evidence. I want to find out what's become of your boss. You've never lent him since you hed him, an' there ain't enough raiders across the border to steal him from you. It's got a queer look thet hoss beln' gone. You was drunk last night?' "Stewart never batted an eye. " 'You met some woman on Number Eight, didn't you?' shouted Ilawe. " 'I met a lady,' replied Stewart, quiet an' nienacln' like. " 'You met Al Hammond's sister, an' you took her up to Klngsley's. An' cinch this, my cowboy cavalier, I'm golu' up there an' ask this grand dame some questions, an' If she's as as you are I'll arrest herl "Gene Stewart turned white. I fer one expected to see him Jump like lightnin,' a9 lie does when he's riled sudden. But he was calm an' he was thlnktn' hard. Presently he said : " 'Pat, thet's a fool Idee, an' if you do the trick It'll hurt you all the rest of your life. There's absolutely no reason to frighten Miss Hammond. An' tryln' to arrest her would be such a d d outrage as won't be stood fer In El Cajon. if you're sore on me send nie to Jail. I'll go. If you want to hurt Al Hammond, go an' do It some man kind of way. Don't take your spite out on ns by lnsultln' a lady who has come hyar to bev a little visit. n We're bad enough without beln' a Greasers.' "It was a long talk for Gene, an' I was as surprised as the rest of the fellers. It was plain to me an' others who spoke of It afterward thet Pat Ilawe hed forgotten the law an' the officer In the man an' his hate. " 'I'm an' I'm right now 1' he shouted. "Stewart seemed kind of chokln', an' he seemed to hev been bewildered by the Idee of Hawe's confrontln' you. "An finally he burst out : 'Rut, man, think who It Is! It's Mis Hammond I If you seen her, even If you was locoed or drunk, you you couldn't do it.' "'Couldn't I? Wal. I'll show ynu d n quick. What do I care who she Is? Them swell eastern women I've beerd of them. They're Hot so much. This Hammond woman " "Suddenly Hiiwe shut up. sn' with hi red mug turnln' bp went for his gun." Stlllwell paused la Ms narrative to Ms moist get breath, and he wlpt-brow. And now his face began to lose Its cragglness. If changed. It softened. It rippled and wrinkled, and all that strange mobility focused and shone In a wonderful smile. "An' then. Miss Majesty, then there was somethln happened. Stewart took Pat's gun awsy from him jn throw ed It on the floor. An what followed was beautiful. Sure It was the beautiful- est sight I ever seen. Only It was over so nn I A little while after, when the doctor came, be hed another patient besides the wounded Grefiser, an' he said thet this new one weuld about four m writ In to be sp r.n 1 around cheerful Uko ' : again. Stewart hed hit the trail for the der." bor- CHAPTER IV A Ftiaa From Sunrise to Sunset. Next morning, when Madeline was aroused by her brother, It was not yet daybreak; the air chilled her, and In the gray gloom she had to feel around for matches and lump. Her usual languid manner vanished at a touch of the cold water. Presently, when Alfred knocked on her door and said he was leaving a pitcher of hot water outside, she replied, with chattering I teeth, any now." She found It neces sary, however, to warm her numb fingers before she could fasten hooks and "Th-than- k A9H chaln-llghtnln- n close-mouth- low-dow- d !" Pel-oncll- p "Well, If I Haven't Some Color!" She Exclaimed. buttons. And when she was dressed she marked In the dim mirror that there were tinges of red In her cheeks. "Well, If I haven't some color!" she exclaimed. Breakfast waited for her In the dining-room. The sisters ate with her. Madeline quickly caught the feeling of brisk action that seemed to be In the air. Then Alfred came stamping In. "Majesty, here's where you get the real thing," he announced, merrily. "We're rushing you off, I'm sorry to soy ; but we must hustle bock to the ranch. The fall round-ubegins tomorrow. You will ride In the buck-boar- d with Florence and Stlllwell. I'll ride on ahead with the boys and fix up a little for you at the ranch. If a a long ride out nearly fifty miles by wagon-road- . Flo, don't forget a coupie of robes. Wrap her up well. And hustle getting ready. We're waiting." A little later, when Madeline went out with Florence, the gray gloom was lightening. Horses were champing bits and pounding gravel. "Mawniii', Miss Majesty," said Stlllwell, gruffly, from the front seat of a ' p high vehicle. Alfred bundled hollows. Spanish housa, gra 0. mor she saw of it the more she thought what delightful home It couliTbe made. All the doors opened into a courtyard, or The patio, as Florence called It. house was low, in the shape of a rectangle, and so immense In size that Madeline wondered if it had been a Florence led tha Spanish barracks. way out on a porch and waved a hand at a vast, colored void. "That's what Bill likes," she said. At first Madeline could not tell what was sky and what was land. The Immensity of the scene stunned her faculties of conception. She sat down hi and one of the old rocking-chair- s looked and looked, and knew that shs was not grasping the reality of what stretched wondrously before her. "We're up at the edge of the foothills," Florence said. "It'll sure take you a little while to get nsed to being up high and seeing so much That's the secret we're up high, Ihe air Is are clear, and there's the world beneath us. Here see that cloud of dust down in the valley? It's the round-up- . The boys are there, and the cattle. Walt, I'll get the glasses." "The round-up- ! I want to know all about It to see it," declared Madeline "Please tell me what It means, what It's for, and then take me down there." "It'll sure open your eyes. Miss Hammond. I'm glad you care to know. Your brother would have made a big success In this cattle business If it hadn't been for crooked work by .rival ranchers. He'll make It yet, in spite of them." "Indeed he shall," replied Madeline. "But tell me, please, all about the wfc-ot- round-up.- " the first place, every cattleman has to have a brand to identify his stock. Without it no cattleman, nor half a hundred cowboys. If he had so many, could ever recognize all tha cattle in a big herd. There are no fences on our ranges. They are all open to everybody. Every year we but the boys have two big round-ups- , do some branding all the year. A calf should be branded as soon as it's found. This is a safeguard against We don't have the rustling of herds and bunches of cattle like we used to. In the "We have our big round-ufall, when there's plenty of grass and as well water, and all the riding-stocas the cattle are in fine shape. The cattlemen In the valley meet with their cowboys and drive in all the cattle they can find. Then they brand and cut out each man's herd and drive it toward home. Then they go on up or down the valley, make another camp, and drive in' more cattle. It takes "Well, In cattle-thieve- p k weeks." For Madeline the morning hours dew by, with a goodly part of the time spent on the porch gazing out over that vista. At noon a teamster drove up with her trunks. Then while Florence helped the Mexican woman get lunch Madeline unpacked part of her effects and got out things for which she would have Immediate need. After lunch she changed her dress for a riding-habi- t and, going outside, found Florence waiting with the horses. As Madeline rode along she mads good use of ber eyes. The soil was ever-changi- sandy and porous, and she understood why the rain and water from the few springs disappeared so quickly. What surprised her was the fact that though she and Florence had seemed to be riding quite awhile, they had apparently not drawn any closer to the round-up- . The slope of the valley was noticeable after some miles had been traversed. Gradually black dots enlarged and assumed shape of cattle and horse moving round a great dusty patch. In Madeline rode beanother half-hou- r hind Florence to the outskirts of the her up Into the back "Wal, Flo," said Stlllwell, "I reckon seat, and Florence after her, and we'd better hev the rest of thet there wrapped them with robes. Then he lunch before dark." e Wte-ha!"- cheerful greeting. Florence entered, carrying steaming hot water. "(Jood mnwnln. Miss Hammond. Hope yon slept well. You sure were tired Inst ntglit. I Imagine you'll find this' old ranch house at cold as a born. It'll warm up directly. Al's gone with down the hoys and Hill. We're o on tie range after n while when your hnTuge coonvs. Prkf;ist will be ready soon, nii'l nftv, that we'll look n''out (tie tii e." lliiklin whs charmed with the old rl-l- three-sevent- Colored Pins Indicate Danger Spots in Road3 A rather original way of ascertaining the condition of roads and the places where repairs are necessary has been worked out by a road commissioner for state roads of Maryland. It is based upon the accidents occurring on tha highways of the state. Upon receipt of each accident report a numbered colored pin Is put in the proper location on a map of the road system of the state. Fatal accidents are oiarked with a red pin and other accidents are marked with yellow pins, the numbering on the pin referring to a card Index system, enabling one to find the character of each accident. By keeping this record, It has been found that bad stretches of road can be easily located because of the number of accidents occurring thereon. In many cases It was found that the road on that stretch was too narrow, or had a bad approach to a bridge, and In many instances these stretches had never been listed as being In need of repair or change. The method outlined has proved successful and has located many dangerous spots. E. B. House, Department of Civil and Irrigation Engineering, Colorado Agricultural Col- "Where roads are best churches are strongest and civilization bears Its choicest fruit ; where roads are poorest churches are weakest and Ignorance, poverty and crime abound. This Is the outstanding thought In an article written by Dr. S. M. Johnson, former pastor of the Austin Presbyterian church at Chicago and now, director of the Lee Highway association. Doctor Johnson, In Ms article, points out thnt the modern highway will do as much for a rural community as a railroad, school or church, serving as a means to bring the people together and promoting the consolidated school, the union church and the civic center. These, he shows, result In more regular attendance at church and school and better-pnlpreachers and teachers fol the rural communities. V Tha Round Up. It was a crackling and roaring of fire that awakened Madeline next morning, and the first thins '' " was a huge stone fireplace In which lay a bundle of Mazing sticks. Some one bad kindled n fire while she slept. For a moment the curious sensation of beShe Just ing lost returned to her. dimly remembered reaching the ranch and being t.iVii n Into a huge house nnd a huge, dimly lighted room. And It seemed to her that she had gone to sleep nt once, nnd had awakened without remembering how she had gotten to bed. With a knock on the door and a ei Good Roads Are Called Great Aid to Churches didn't leave much of It" laughed Florence, as she produced the basket from under the seat. While they ate, the short twilight shaded and (loom filled the hollows. Madeline was glad to have the robes close around her and to lean against Florence. There were drowsier spells In which she lost a feeling of where she was, and these were disturbed by the Jolt of wheels over a rough place. Then came a blank Interval, short or long, which ended In a more violent Madeline lurch of the buckboard. awoke to find her head on Florence's shoulder. She sat up laughing and apologizing for her laziness. Florence assured her they would soon reach the ranch. "You CHAPTER There was a day, not very far back, when vision In road building was about as broad as a man's farm or a Pork barrel community's interest. methods and political pull, not yet a memory, were a big part of the accepted order.. Then it became possible to see to the county limits and still later' It gradually was revealed that roads leading fr?in one county to another might be a convenience to a reasonable number of travelers. Thus emerged the Idea of state systems. It has remained for recent months, however, to bring Into potential existence a vast system of national or Interstate roads that in a few years may reasonably be expected to He, like long ribbons of white, across'Nevery section of the country and link up the states, the cities and counties even more closely than they were Joined in the construction of railway lines. The idea isn't a dream, but a thing of national statute, provided for in the fed-erhighway act of last November and now rapidly assuming form through of the state highway departments with the United States bureau of public roads. The system will comprise more than 175,000 miles, 7 per cent of the entire public road mileage of the United States. Of this amount will be composed of interstate roads, the remainder to make up connecting state systems. There is state and federal money enough in hand or In sight to start the actual work, and nearly all the states now have submitted to the national bureau plans for the sections of road that will go Into the interstate system. And the burets Is seeing to it that the sections meet at the state lines. No federal aid will be Sallowed on any highway which does not fit Into the general scheme of a national or state system. This is vision In road building, bounded only by the limits of the coun. try itself.. It will mean results in the shape of roads that link up and lead somewhere and bring service to all rather than a favored few. Kansas City Times. lege. , mounted his horse and started off. As Madeline gazed about her and listened to her companions, the sun rose higher and grew warm and soared and grew hot; the horses held tirelessly to their steady trot, and mile after mile of rolling land slipped by. From the top of a ridge Madeline saw down Into a hollow where a few of the cowboys had stopped and were sitting round a fire, evidently busy at the noonday meal. Their horses were feeding on the long, gray grass. "Wal, smell of thet burnln' grease-woo- d makes my mouth water," sa'd Stlllwell. "I'm sure hungry. We'll noon hyar an let the hosses rest. It's a long pull to the ranch." Madeline observed During lunch-timthat she wag an object of manifestly great Interest to the three cowboys. She returned the compliment, and was amused to see that n glance their way caused them painful embarrassment. They were grown men one of whom had white hnlr yet they acted like boys cntiglit In the net of stealing a forbidden look at a pretty girl. "Cowboys arc sure all flirts." sold Florence, ss If stating nn uninteresting fact. But Madeline detected a merry twinkle In her clear eyes. The cowboys heard, and the effeci upon tbem was miiglral. They fell to shamed confusion mid to hurried useless tasks. "Haw, haw!" roared Stlllwell. "Florence, you Jest hit the null on th hald. Cowboys are all plumb flirts. I was wonderln' why thetn boys nooned hyar. This ain't no place to noon. Ain't no grnzln' or wood wu'h burnln or nnth-In'- . Them boys Jest held up. tbrowed the packs an' waited fT us. It ain't so surprlsln' fer Booty an' Ned they're young an' coltish but Nels there, why, he's old enough to be the paw of both ynu girls. It sure I amaz-lstrange." A f!!icp ensued. The rowboy, Nels, fued nlmletsly over th csmpftre. nd tlirn s'ruilitenc I i.. with a verr red ffe. Vast System of National or Interstate Highways Smoothness of Highways Needed for Easy Riding; While the smoothness of a road Is desirable for easy riding, there ar other reasons, such ns the saving of wear and tear on the machines Trom scene of ictlon. A roar of tramping the vertical movements caused by hoots filled her ears. The lines of roughness nnd the fact that It takes less power to run over a smooth road marching cattle bud merged Into than It does to go over a rough rood. herd obscured half great, moving by dust. Rocky Road. "The rood to the police court," mused the motorist. "Is paved with good "I hope I have found myself The Passing Show (Lonhere my my work, happiness, don). of under the light that western tar." Road Connects Seaports. A highway Is being planned along the) South Atlantic coast linking the chief (TO DS CONTINUED.) feo.rts from Norfolk, Va., to Jackson. Hie, Ha. Tree Pest Ha Bothered Europe. fir an tre It The Douglas chalcld, Grade Crossings, sv-Introduced Into Denmark from There are mor than 2.V non b'ghwaj i S nn seed. Is a much creator Deal crossings In tha United States. than la tula ceuatrj in I" iroj Black Dots Enlarged and Assumed Shape of Cattle and Hone Moving Around a Great Dusty Patch. Gradually t r..i-ri- trut |