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Show THE SAUNA SUN, SAUNA, UTAH N OF ft fio'Oel Your Y.D. .H. of r the Foothills New Home By ROBERT STEAD Author of The Cebu Puncher "The Homesteaders Copnlrht by ROBERT STEAD LIFE IN THE OPEN Life In the open through the eyes of an author who Is at once a man of affairs and a poet that's "Zen of the Y.D.. by Robert Stead. Its an adventurous life, for the scene Is the Canadian West, where the open spaces are wide and the people grow large and Individual to fill them. The author was born In Manitoba and has traveled all over that province and Alberta and Saskatchewan selling automobiles, so he knows the country well. Moreover, he's been a newspaper man In several cities And now of western Canada. he's an official of the immigration and colonization department of the Canadian government. But it is as a poet that Mr. Stead is best known; he is the author of "The Empire Builders" and many uncollected poems. Zen of the Y.D. is the girl of the story. The Y.D. ranch is so big and so well known that Y.D. is the only name current in the country round for the ranch, old Y.D. himself and his daughter. There are four men that Zen has to manage Transley, dominant and efficient; Under, substantial, Drazk, irbut not responsible and vicious; Grant, erratic, but lovable. And Zen has her troubles doing that managing. e; CHAPTER I "Chuck at the Y.D. tonight, and a shouted bed under the shingles, to the to procession waving Transley, be off. Linder, foreman and head teamster, straightened up from the half load of new hay In which he had been awaiting the final word, tightened the lines, made a clucking sound In his throat, and the horses pressed their Linder shoulders into the collars. glanced back to see each wagon or Implement take up the slack with a Jerk like the cars of a freight train; the cushioned rumble of wagon wheels on the soft earth, and the noisy chats ter of the steel teeth of the came up from the rear. Trans-ley- s "outfit was under wny. Transley was a contractor; a master of men and of circumstances. Six weeks before, the suspension of a grading order had left him high and dry, with a dozen men and as many teams on his hands and hired for the season. Transley galloped all that night into tile foothills; when he returned next evening he had a contract with the Y.D. to cut all the hay from the ranch buildings to the Forks. Transley traded his dump scrapers for mowing machines, and three days later his outfit was at work in the upper reaches of the Y.D. The contract had been decidedly Not an hour of broken profitable. weather had interrupted the operations, and today, with two thousand tons of hay in stack, Transley was moving down to the headquarters of the Y.D. The trail lay along a broad valley, warded on either side by ranges of foothills; hills which in any other country would have been digniFrom fied by the name of mountains. d their summits the gray-greelimestone protruded, whipped clean of soil by the Chinooks of centuries. Here and there on their northern slopes liuug a beard of scrub timber; sharp galleys cut into their fastnesses to bring down the turbulent waters of their snows. Some miles to the left of the trail lay the bed of the Y.D., fringed with poplar and cottonwood and occasional Bedark green splashes of spruce. of the bed the the Y.D., beyond yond foothills that looked Jjlwn upon it, hung the mountains themselves, their giant crests pitched like mighty tents drowsing placidly between earth and heaven. Now their four oclock veil mist lay filmed about of their shoulders, but later they would stand out in bold silhouette cutting into the twilight sky. Everywhere the silences of the eternal, broken only by the muffled noises of Trans-ley- s outfit trailing down to the Y.D. Linder, foreman and head teamster, cushioned his shoulders against his half load of hay and contemplated the scene with amicable satisfaction. The hay fields of the foothills had been a pleasant change from the railway grades of the plains below. Men and horses had fattened and grown content, and the foreman had reason to know that Transleys hank account had profited by the sudden shift in Linder felt in his his operations. pocket for pipe and matches; then, with a frown, withdrew his fingers, lie himself had laid down the law that there must be no smoking in the hay fields. A carelessly dropped match might In an hour nullify all their labor. Linder's frown had scarce vanished when hoof-heat- s pounded by the side of Ms wagon, and a rider, throwing himself lightly from his horse, dropped beside him in the ha "Thought Id ride with vou a spell. Lin. That Pete-hors- e act; I'ke he was goin' sore on the off front loot Chuck at the Y.D tonight? Thats what Transley says, George, and lie knows." "Ever et at th Y D 7 liay-rake- "Know old Y.D. ?" Only to know his name is good on a check, and they say he still throws a good rope." George wriggled to a more comfortable position in the hay. He hud a feeling that he was approaching a delicate subject with consummate skill. After a considerable silence he continued : They say thats quite a girl old Y.D.s got." said Linder, slowly. The "Oh, occasion of the soreness in that Pete-horse- s off front foot was becoming I "Women 'Nope hand. Were always glad to have guests at the Y.LV she was saying. "Wp live so far from everywhere. Linder thought that a strange peg on which to hang their welcome. But she was continuing: tain critters." 1 Don't I know it? chuckled George, poking the foreman's ribs companion-abl- y with his elbow. Dont I know it? he repeated, as his mind apparently ran back over some reminiscence that verified Linders remark. It was evident from the pleasant grimaces of George's face that whatever he had suffered from the uncertain sex was forgiven. Say, Lin, he resumed after another pause, and this time in a more do you spose confidential tone, Transleys got a notion that way? "Shouldnt wonder. Transley always knows what hes doing, and why. Y.D. must be worth a million or so, and the girl is all hes got to leave it to. Besides, no doubt shes well worth having on her own account. "Well, Pin sorry for the boss, George replied, with great soberness. I alius hate to disappoint the boss." said Linder. He knew "Huh! George Drazk too well for further comment. After his unlimited pride in and, devotion to his horse, George gave Ills heart unreservedly to womankind. He suffered from no cramping niceness in his devotions; that would have limited the play of his passion; to him all women were alike or nearly so. And no number of re- i And you have been so successful, You have made quite a haven't you? hit with Dad. 1 rete-horse- edge-graine- z?7 The walls of the old home, whether mansion or cottage, can be made just as attractive, just as sanitary, through the intelligent use of "How about Dads daughter?" asked Trnnsley, Transley had a manner of direct .nd forceful action. These were hn. first words to her. Linder would not ive dared be so precipitate. fellow that aint a boss or a foreman Ierhaps, thought Ltner to himdont get a look-in- . Never even seen self, as be turned the incident over In his mind, perhaps that is why Transher. . . . Come, you ! It was evident George had gone back ley Is boss, and Im just foreman. The young womans behavior seemed to his first love. She did The wagons drew up In the yard, to support that 'conclusion. and there was a fine jingle of harness not answer Trnnsleys question, but she gave no evidence of displeasure. ns the teamsters quickly unhitched. You boys must be hungry," Y.D. Y.D. himself approached through the dusk; his large frame and confident was saying. "Pile In. The rancher and his wife snt at bearing were unmistakable even In that group of confident, vigorous men. the ends of the table; Transley on the Glad to see you, Transley, he said side at Y.D.s right; Linder at TransYou done well out there. leys right. In the better light Linder cordially. So, Linder! You made a good job of noted Y.D.s fice. It was the face of it. Come up to the house I reckon a man of fifty, possibly sixty. Life the missus has supper waitin. We'll in the open plays strange tricks with Some men it ages find a room for you up there, too; Its the appearance. before their time; others seem to tap different from bein under canvas." So saying, and turning the welfare a spring of perpetual youth. Save for of the men and the horses over to his the gray mustache and tho puckerings foreman, the rancher led Transley and about the eyes Y.D.s was still a Linder along a path through a grove young mans face. Then, as the ranchof cottonwoods, across a footbridge er turned his head, Linder noted a where from underneath came the long scur, as of a burn, almost grown babble of water, to the house, over In the right cheek. . . . Across marked by a yellow light which poured the table from them sat the girl, lm- through the windows and lost Itself partially dividing her position between the two. In the shadow of the trees.1' A Chinese boy served soup, and the The nucleus of the house was the rancher set the example by "piling Y.D. and hla wife had log cabin where lived in their first married years. With In without formality. Then followed the passage of time additions had been a huge Joint of beef, from which Y.D. built to every side which offered a cut generous slices with swift and point of contact, but the log cabin still dexterous strokes of a great knife, remained the family center, and into and the Chinese boy added the vegetables from a side table. As the meat It Transley and Linder were ImmediThe disappeared the call of appetite be' floor admitted. had ately poplar long since worn thin, save at the knots, came less insistent. "Shes been a great summer, aint and had been covered with fir, but otherwise the cabin she? said the rancher, laying down stood as It had for twenty years, the his knife and fork and lifting the whitewashed logs glowing In the light carver. Transley, some more meat? of two bracket lamps and the reflec- Pshaw, you aint et enough for. a tions from a wood fire which burned chicken. Linder? That's right, pass merrily In the stove. The skins of a up your plate. Powerful dry, though. grizzly bear nnd a timber wolf lay on That's only a small bit ; heres a betthe floor, and two moose heads looked ter slice here. Dry summers genral-lmean open winters, but you cant down from opposite ends of the room. On the walls hung other trophies won never tell. Zeri, how bout you? Old Is most uncer- , These walls should be Alabastined in the latest, nature color tints. Each room should reflect your own individuality and the treatment throughout be a complete perfect harmony in colors. Drazks manner. "Had yours handed to you already?" Linder managed to banter In a low voice as they swung through the gate. "II A protested Mr. Drazk. Instead of kalsomine or wallpaper ' It is absolutely necessary if you expect Alabastine results that you ask for and secure Alabaitint. Avoid kalsomines under various names and insist on the package with the cross and circle printed in red. That is the only way to be sure you are getting the genuine Alabastine. Alabastine is easy to mix and apply, lasting in its results, and absolutely sanitary. Alahastinn ii a dry powder, put up in packages, white and beautiful tints, ready to mix and use by the addition of cold water, and with full direc- tions on each package. Every package of genuine Alabastine has cross and circle printed in red. five-pou- MIX IN okiT MINUTE WITH COLD WATER ? e color deBetter write us for signs and special suggestions. Give us your decorative problems and let us help you work them out. hand-mad- Alabastine Company I6SS Grsndvllle Ave. A Good Guess copy, a Florida editor took down a volume of Poes poems and copied Annabel Lee." This he hung on the copy book and took his departure. Ills writing was so bad that the compositors had to call a consultation. They made out the words Annabel Lee nnd home by the sounding sea. These words were all they could decipher. "I guess its a society item, decided the foreman. Just sny Miss Annabel Lee hns returned to her home at West Palm Beach. Being short of Never try to dictate to a woman unless she is your stenographer. Grand Rapids, Mich. Certain Physical Equipment .Tud Tunkins says you have to have natural gifts to be a classical dancer, and one of them Is not takln cold easy. Washington Evening Star. Dont Forget Cuticura Talcum When adding to your toilet requisites. An exquisite face, skin, baby and dusting powder and perfume, rendering other perfumes superfluous. You may rely on it because one of the Cuticura Trio (Soap, Ointment and Talcum), Advertisement. 25c each everywhere. Not very happy las the ancient world ; about the biggest human things in it were the tombs. d y by Y.D.s rifle, along with n blue-purpl- e She gave the Impression of one who has herself, and the situation. In The sun had fallen behind the mountains, the valley was filled with shudow, the afterglow, mauve and purple and copper, was playing far up the sky when Transleys outfit reached the Y.D. corrals. George Drazk had opened the gate and waited beside it. Y.D. wants you an Linder to eat with him at the house," he said ns Transley halted beside him. "The rest of us eat In the bunkhouse." There was something strangely modest in apparent. "You better stick to Peter, Linder continued. Heres where I beat the boss been the order of the introduction. hrtnself, to It." u should be made artistic, sanitary and livable. "ffefyhborsj etc, "Do You Suppose Transleys Notion That Way? Got a buffs could convince George that he was unpopular with the objects of his democratic affections. Such a conclusion was, to him, too absurd to bi entertained, no matter how many experiences might support it. If opportunity offered he doubtless would propose to Y.D.'s daughter that very night and get a boxed ear for his puins. The Y.D. creek had crossed its valley, shouldering close against the base of the foothills to the right. Here the current bad created a precipitous and to avoid it and the stream the trail wound over the side of the hill. As they crested a corner the silver ribbon of the Y.D. was unraveled before them, and half a dozen miles down Its course the ranch buildings lay clustered in a grove of cottonAll the great woods and evergreens. valley lay warm and pulsating in a flood of yellow sunshine; the very earth seemed amorous and content In the embrace of sun and sky. The majesty of the view seized even the unpoetic souls of Linder and Drazk. and because they had no other means of expression they swore vaguely and relapsed into silence. Hoof-beat- s again sounded by the wagon side. It was Transley. "Oh, here you are, Drazk. How-Iondo you reckon it would take you to ride down to the Y.D. on that Transley was a leader of men. Drazk's eyes sparkled at the subtle compliment to his horse. "I tell you, boss, he said, if there's any jackrabbits in the road theyll get tramped on." "I bet they will," said Transley, Well, you just slide down genially. and tell Y.D. were coming in. She's going to be later than I figured, but 1 cant hurry the work horses. You know that, Drazk. Sure 1 do, boss, said Drazk, springJust wath me ing Into his saddle. lose myself In the dust" Then, to cut-ban- Iete-horse?- " hand-mad- e bits of harness, lariats, and other insignia of the ranchmans trade. The rancher, took his guests hats, and motioned each to a seat. "Mother, he said, directing his voice into an adjoining room, "heres the boys. In a moment "Mother" appeared drying her hands. In Her appearance were courage, resourcefulness, energy fit mate for the man who had made the Y.D. known In every big cattle market of the country. As Linders eye caught lier nnd her husband in the same glance his mind involuntarily leapt to the suggestion of what the offspring of such a pair must be. The men of the cattle country have a proper appreciation of heredity. . . . My wife Mr. Transley, Mr. Linder, said the rancher, with a courtliness which sat strangely on his otherI been wise speech. toilin lier the fine job you boys has made In the hay fields, an I reckon she's got a bite of supper waitin you." "Y.D. has been full of your praises, said the woman, as she led them into another room, where a table was set for five. Linder experienced a tang of happy excitement as he noted the number. Linder allowed himself no foolishness about women, but, ns he sometimes sagely remarked to George Drazk, you never can tell what might happen. He shot a quick glance at Transley, but the contractors face gave no sign. Even as be looked Linder thought what on able face it was. Transley was not more than twenty-six- , but forcefulness, assertion, ability, stood in every line of Ids clean-cu- t He was such a man us to features. capture at a blow the heart of oid Y'.I., perhaps of Y.D.s daughter. Zen?" demanded Where's the rancher. She'll be here presently. his wife We Jont have Mr. Transley replied. and Mr. Lindjr every night, you know, she added, with a smile. Trust "Dolling up," thought Linder. a woman never to miss a bet. . But at that moment a door opened, and the girl appeared. She did not hurst upon them, as Linder bad half she slipped quietly nnd expected; She gracefully into their presence. was dressed in black, in a costume which did not too much conceal the charm of her figure, snd the luster of her face and hair played against the sober background of her dress with an effect fimt was almost dazzling. "My daughter, Zen, said Y.D. "Mr. Transley. Mr. Linder. She shook hands frankly, first with Trunsley, then with Linder, as had rough-and-read- y nut-brow- n l.D.s been too long on the Job to Mother? How much did you say, Transley? About two thousand tons? Not enough. Don't cure If I do" Helping himself to another piece of beef. I think youll find two thousnnd tons, good hay and good measurement, said Transley. Im sure of it, rejoined his host, Im earryin more steers generously. than usual, and'll maybe run In a bunch of doggies from Manitoba to boot. I got to have more hay." The Chinese boy served a pudding of some sort, and presently the meal was ended. Shes been a dry summer powerful dry, said the rancher, with a wink ut his guests. "Zen, I think theres a bit of gopher poison in there yet, ain't take chances. there? The cirl left the room without remark, returning shortly with a Jug nnd glasses, which she placed before lier father. I suppose you wear a mans size, Transley, he said, pouring out a big drink of brown liquor, despite Trans-ley- s deprecating hand. "Linder, how Two? Well, well many fingers? throw in the thumb. Y.D.? If you please, just a little snifter. All set? The rancher rose to fils feet, and the company followed his example. "Here's ho! and more hay, he said, genially. Ho! said Linder. "The daughter of the Y.D. said Transley looking across the table at the girl. She met bis eyes full; then, with a gleam of w hite teeth, she raised an empty glass and choked it against his. 1 Family Be Happy This Spring? of a Chevrolet this Spring is to order it NOW. 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