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Show AMERICAN FORF CITIZEN ' -trpiichf r from Tji.hmtg named fry-Mi . kl Hyi and T ual r7.l monT. .fTtr bluffing a ! i.r. m w0 other Brrlck ranch. that ,l,ur' !2 U fnch- H',J, 5 fclM nwd of ilv. j k ButnanU rld Ha U flrt bunch of Mblnd to ihoot "I. IM cttl ryit- jlWall Hyt was Herrlck del--4 Graad Junction f IV Continued r-4- ielajed bis hour airier to avoid nays. By HiJhted his irttboot facing Jim, be ft bosi mentioned jkeforer i H surprised as you pt pn make some ex- n Instead r .il too't nkt that, Jim. "He turned IZE woo! cold." 3ai D n funny, I Bat If you wouldn't la M be neit choice." ' nrprlie me. Here Ittrt of a big deal .ijtnr Ufe. And you j Herrlck at this li Ui pipe. lie was til, Anally, "I reckon A right, Jim. Only It t- s text day Jim Wall j to Grand Junction. M the cowboy, had hla (t3i the spirited team. I Jla'i ever-watchful I tut far ahead, and "m (etting off the road iff thickets. They would lutflt, Jim calculated, m credit for seeing the fJnt They did not ap- fBiJlm knew they were way DacK to Star f "dock they drove Into which was consld-Hai consld-Hai busier than Green tat te are," said Jim. , utroporis, compared to Wea home for long," Til take care i y paws." 5Jw Jim turned In, fairly he got up and and dressed, pay-asual pay-asual attention to Be was there to Polish girl fifty miles JrttornesB to Star ranch. :tt sure of, and that ( Wold be vastly better fwnck than If Hank ."Wient Suddenly this f JI as singular. Was rj than Hank Ilays? he went out tnd t thine his high-top P wio his dark, worn wck sombrero. Pree-Dcountered Pree-Dcountered Barnes. Did you have a IS i Pinned the cowboy. t took bright this morn- bright this mors- i kok klnda spick Wf. Jim." drawled i how the Idear of ' teller - J mean terrible, my Is ai tAirthi. .. nlng with baa- rWA dreamed Ton ide of a Bible?" ex- il' '"oufih. how I hap- Nnw rwaembw that v" "is Mi8i . for an honest, de- fi.?!": to ir I let t sailing u L that. i oder false And as I tell her myself you lerled Barnes, kind of The L" k you ill myself. So her anythln' about nerrlck In Utah, MfllrA mo V0' "-em. v uic and llecfle-But llecfle-But whafs Jl" .V.'.- H,r"yi an rl t'd ""toast. . , . f m less If "d repelled. .1 . real .4 westerner, and laugnea s i well, Td ro get powerfully drunk and probably shoot up Star ranch So you fix It for me, will you, Btrnesr -Shore. HI fix It," replied Barnes, with a sly glance at Jim. "You give me a chanst when the stage rolls up. She s due now. I'll run down an' drlre the buckboard up." But the stage did not show up for an hour a long, nervous drag glng one for Jim Wall Grand Junc tion was do different from other western points remote from clvlllza tlon everybody turned out to see the stage come In. It was a gala occasion for the yonngsters, of whom there was a surprising num ber. The women onlookers, Jim ob served, rather hung in the back ground. The four-horse stage came rolling up In a cloud of dust The driver, a grizzled old frontiersman, brought It to a stop with a One flourish, and bawled out: "Grand Junction! Half hour fer lunch." There were six passengers, two of them feminine. The last to leave the stage was a tall, veiled young woman, her lithe and erect figure encased In a long linen coat She carried a small satchel. Expectantly she looked around. Jim stepped before her, baring bis head. "Are you Miss Herrlck 7" "Oh I Tea," she exclaimed In re lief. "Your brother sent us to meet you," went on Jim, Indicating Barnes, who stood to one side. He did not comer The full, rich voice, with Its foreign Intona tion, struck pleasantly upon Jim's ear. "No. There's much work at Star ranch. But It's perfectly all right. Miss Herrlck. We will drive you safely over before dark." Jim could not see clearly through the tan veil, but he discerned well enongh that big eyes studied him. "Didn't he send a letter or anything? any-thing? How am I to know you men are employed by my brother?" "I'm afraid you'll have to take my word," replied Jim, gravely. "But, Barnes, here, can prove his Identity. He lives In Grand Junc tion, and of course there are responsible re-sponsible people who will vouch for him." Miss, the boss did send word," spoke up Barnes, touching his hat. and stepping closer he added In a lower tone : "He told me last night you was to fetch what come by Well8-Fargo." "Then It Is all right," she replied. heartily relieved. "My luggage Is Inside, on top and tied on behind. The name Is on evcr& piece. Helen Herrlck." "I'll attend to the baggage, Miss Herrlck," rejoined Jim. "Meanwhile "Mean-while Barnes will show you where to eat It might rest you to walk a" little, " We have an eight-hour drive." "Thank you. Tve been riding steadily for two weeks and I'm stiff." Whereupon Jim set about collect ing the pieces of baggage marked "Herrlck." It appeared that the stage bad been loaded down with them. Nineteen In all I Manifestly Miss Herrlck had come to stay. To find room for all of them In the buckboard was going to be a task. He set about this methodically, his -mind at once busy and absent By packing carefully under the seats and on them, too, Jim got the bags all In. He went to the store and bought rope to tie some of them on securely. "Wonder what she looks like," he thought He had felt Vaguely uncomfortable wbea she looked him over through that veil His task completed, Jim stood beside the restless horses, waiting. And It seemed he was waiting for he knew not what Presently Barnes returned, wear ing an excited grin. His -eyes were Important Jim, I fixed It I shore gave her an earful," he said. Did you? Much obliged, cow boy." "She took off thct coat an veil Lordyl Utah never seen the likes of her. Red lips, pink cheeks, hair like gold, an' eyes like violets! Jim, for a mlnnlt I went plumb back on my gurll But shucks, thet's crazy. She asked me to set at table. I did. She's Just as nice an' free as Herrlck. It was while we was eatln' thet I had the chanst to tell her about the notorious Jim Wall Mebbe I didn't spread It on. An she looked gee, such eyes I She said, 'So Bernle Herrlck sent a desperado to be my escort? How perfectly rlppln'l Honest, Jim, thet's what she said. So I shet up pronto." "Have you double-crossed me?" queried Jim, suspicious of this boy "You were to make me out low down." "Jim. honest to Gawd, If thet gurl a-tn't scared to death of you she's a new one on me," declared Barnes. But there was fun and evasion In hla keen, hazel eyes Somehow he bad failed to follow instructions. fo$ I'll go in the Chink's here and get a bite to eat. You watch the horses." Upon his return Jim espied Miss nerrkk emerging from the yard of Mrs. Bowe's lodging house. She carried the linen coat on her arm, and without It did not appear so tall She had a wonderful step, a free, swinging, graceful stride, expressive ex-pressive of health and vitality. She did not look slender, as In the long ulster, but superb, broad of shoulder. She wore a half length coat over her brown dress. It hnd a collar of dark fur which presented pre-sented vivid contrast to her exquisite ex-quisite complexion. The veil was tucked back and now permitted sight of a wave of shining, golden hair. At a little distance her eyes looked like great, dark holes set In white. But as she approached Jim saw that they were violet In hue, warm, beautiful, fearless. "Are we ready to go?" she asked, gnyiy. "Yes, If you have seen the Fargo people," replied Jim. "I have It In my satchel," she returned, re-turned, Indicating the half-hidden receptacle under her linen coat Jim tried to Interest himself In that satchel, because he was In league with robbers, but It did not work. Suddenly he had a murderous murder-ous desire to kill Hays. This girl 'Are We Ready to Go?" She Asked Gayly. for she appeared a girl In vivid freshness of youth seemed not In the least frightened, absolutely free from revulsion. Indeed she was re garding him with undisguised In terest and delight "Mr. Jim Wall, you're not In the least what my brother's letters have led me to believe." she said. "Letters ! Why Herrlck has not had time to write about me," exclaimed ex-claimed Jim, Incredulously. "It takes long for a stage letter to go. . . I've been at Star ranch only a few days." "Oh, he did not write about you. Individually." she laughed. "But from his letters about bandits and desperadoes I had evolved a rather frightful conception." "Thank you, Miss Herrlck," he re plied gravely. "Don't trust sppear-ances sppear-ances on our western border. . . . Will you get up? We must be go ing." And he attempted to assist her Inside the back seat of the buck-board. buck-board. "If you are going to drive I want to sit In front" she said, frankly. With a bow he helped her up the high step, cursing Inwardly at Hank Hays and Herrlck and the Inscrut able fate that had brought this about For some way or other he was lost He almost forgot to wait for Barnes, who was saying good-by to a red-cheeked, wide-eyed girl In the crowd. Barnes came running to leap Into the buckboard and then Jim got In. Owing to the way he had packed the baggage there was not a great deal of room In the front seat Ills heavy gun and sheath bumped against Miss Her ri ck. "Rather tight quarters, with that gun there," he remarked, and swung the sheath round In his lap. "Do you sleep In it?" she asked, quizzically. "Yes. And never am dressed In the daytime till It's buckled on." "What startling folks, you western Americans!" "Some of us are Indeed startling. I hope you won't And us unpleasantly so," he replied, and loosening the reins let the spirited team go. In a few moments the noise, dust, heat and the staring populace of Grand Junction had been left far behind and the red and black ranges, lifted above the meadows and sage. "Oh, glorious!" she cried, and gazed raptly ahead as the curving road brought Into view a wonderful sweep of Utah. I RETT Jim was hard put to It to keep the blacks from breaking out of a brisk trot He thought grimly that he would have liked to let the team run off and kill them both. Far bettt'i that than what might bel Mis Uerrick's photograph on her brother's broth-er's desk fell Infinitely short of doing do-ing her Justice. It failed to give nny hint of her color, of the vivid lip, of the glory and gleam of her hair, of the dancing, laughing violet eyes, of her pulsing vitality. Jim Wall felt the abundant life of this girl. It flowed out of her. It got Into his veins. It heated his blood. "The wind makes me cry," she said, merrily. "Or maybe It's he-cause he-cause I'm so happy. You say we'll get to Star ranch before dark?" "Surely." "Oh, It's been such a long, sluw, dusty, cramped Journey,'" she exclaimed. ex-claimed. "But now I want to bop, to smell, to feel, to gloat" "MIbs Herrlck, this is fine country. But tame compared to that all about the Henrys. You will see them when we top the next hllL I've seen most of the West And the canyon desert below Star ranch Is the wildest and most sublime of all the West probably prob-ably of the whole world." "Indeed. You speak strongly, not to say surprisingly. It never occurred oc-curred to me that a gunman that Is what you are, Is It not? could have any appreciation of the wonder and beauty of nature." "A common mistake, Miss Herrlck," Her-rlck," rejoined Jim. "Nature develops de-velops the men who spend their lonely, lone-ly, hard, bloody lives with her. Mostly she makes them Into beasts, with self-preservation the only Instinct In-stinct but it is conceivable that one now and then might develop the opposite op-posite way." "You Interest me," she replied, simply. "Tell me of this canyon desert and such men." Jim talked for a full hour. Inspired In-spired by her unflagging Interest He described the magnificent reaches and escarpments ending In Wild Horse mesa, and the unknown can-yoned can-yoned abysa between it and Navajo mountains, and lastly, the weird, ghastly brakes of the Dirty DevlL "Ugh, how you make me shiver!" she ejaculated. "But it's wonderful. I'm sick of people, of fog, rain, dirt cold, noise. I'd like to get lost down In those red canyons I" CHAPTER V THEY enme to a long, level valley, val-ley, where the white road was like a floor, and the horses went like the wind. What was going to be the effect of this extraordinary woman upon the fierce men of this lonely region? Upon that swarthy Hank Hnysl At last the horses had to be hela In at the base of the longest ascent on the Journey. Miss Herrlck tucked her disheveled hair with the ends of the veil underneath the edges of her bonnet "What a ran! I'm used, to horses but not tearing along with a vehicle like this," she said, breathlessly. breath-lessly. "Walt till one of these old drivers gets a chance at you. I'm really no teamster." "Are you a cowboy?" "Didn't young Barnes tell you who and what I am?" queried Jim, turning to her. "I grasped that you were a stranger stran-ger to Utah that you were from Wyoming, where you had killed many bad men, and that your mere reputation was enough out here to keep rustlers and desperadoes away from Star ranch. Mr. Wall, you certainly are a hero In his eyes." It did not take great perspicuity to grasp that Jim was not far from that In her eyes. He groaned In spirit "I see that you will not tell me about yourself," she went on, "Pardon my Inqulsltlveness. But I must Inform you that I expect to go Into the ranching business with my brother. You will be working for me, then, as well." "I hope you don't, Miss Herrlck," he burst out Impulsively. "Somebody "Some-body must tell you, It oughtn't come from a a rider like me. But this Is no place for such a girl as you." "What do you mean. Mr. Wall? That hardly seems a compliment to me. I can work, awl I want to." "Miss nerrlck, you didn't get my meaning," replied Jim, hastily, with strong feeling. "It Is not you who couldnt At In. You've convinced me you could. And that Is the biggest big-gest compliment I could pay you. . . , I meant that you will not be able to live, and work, too, the way you want to. You dare not ride around or even leave the house. Kven that" "For .mercy sake, why not?" she demanded. In astonishment "Because, young woman, you are too new, ton traige, too -lovely .to risk yourself In sight of these men at me ranch. . . . Not all of them. But some of them." "Ft cannot oe serious." to an OONTINUBP Bertie Goes to the Circus By CIIET GRANT ft ilcClur Nfwnir Svodlctl. WNU 8rvlc. THE Iron Horse, plugglug and chugging, achieved the crown of the Inst steep hill, the one that overlooks Foxboro and came to a momentary halt. Georgle Blake nodded down to his right and burked savagely, "There's your doggone dog-gone circus 1" .Little Bertie, aged six, repressed a shriek of delight and merely grinned. Bertie was psychic. He realized that his cousin (.leorgle was Jn no uiood for overtures over-tures of any kind. Life was Indeed a burning doughnut dough-nut to tieorgle, guiding, the Iron Horse down to the circus grounds. Another perfect holiday spoiled; another positive proof that his parents par-ents were In league against his happiness; hap-piness; forcing him to take HUN lk rtle to the circus when his whole being yearned to be with one Mabel Ma-bel Porter. "C'nion," Georgle growled, climbing climb-ing out of the parked Iron llorso, "And no monkey business, feller," he warned. You stick close to me. If I lose you I'll leave you here for the circus folks. They'll feed you to the tigers." Who cun resist a circus? Even Georgle, after an hour In the Big Top, had to admit that he was en-Joylng en-Joylng himself. But it was at the pink lemonade stand that the world took on Us rosiest hue. The lemonade lemon-ade was served by a girl in a crisp gingham dress. She had lots of blond hair and saucer blue eyes, (leorgle drank three glasses as Blowly as possible, but the girl never so much as smiled at him. And right at that moment Bertie disappeared disap-peared into thin alrt The three glasses of pink lemonade lemon-ade became a ball of Ice In Georgle's stomach. He gazed frantically fran-tically around and suddenly saw Bertie's suit squeezing through the crowds. With a yelp of rage Georgle set off In pursuit Coming up behind be-hind his unsuspecting victim he scooped blm Into his arms. "For two cents I'd belt you one," George rapped out "What's the Idea of running away when . . ." "You belt me, brother," a deep boss voice rumbled In the squirming squirm-ing bundle Georgle held, "and I'll sock you one myself I" Georgle dropped the midget as If he were a hot coaL Wiping the perspiration from his brow, Georgle went into the throng again. He passed through and skirted the crowds before the side shows. He looked behind booths and under gaming tables. He stood till and yelled, "Bertie 1" until people peo-ple stared. Just when he was ready to look for a policeman by some coincidence, coinci-dence, he found himself at the pink lemonade stand again. Wonder of wonders, the blond girl smiled at hlra! "I'm glad you came back," she greeted him. "Your lit tie cousin has been helping me. He crawled under the table, you know. She handed Georgle a tall glass of the rosy liquid. "Here, cool off." Well, she was stunning to Geor gle, so he grinned amiably at Ber tie, who was sticking empty bottles behind the counter. All was right with the world. Georgle ordered an other glass of the cooling beverage. It was like nectar coming from her hands. He wanted to tell her 6ome thing of the sort, but lost his nerve. Instead he nsked for another glass, and another. "tou must like that stuff," she ob served, frowning. "It'B swell," Georgle enthused. "Like you," he dared to say. "That's no compliment" she smiled. "Well, anyhow," Georgle grinned, "a couple of glasses won't hurt me." "A couple I You've had ten." The girl led Bertie outside the stand. "You'd better get your big cousin Btarted for home," she advised, Mrs. Blake was wiping the sup per dishes when the telephone rang. Its summons startled her and ht picked up the Instrument with misgiving. mis-giving. "Uel io. Hello, Aunt Frances. This la Bertie." "Bertie 1 Why, my dear child, what ..." "I'm standing on a soap box. Aunt Frances. I wanted to call you up." "Darling, how cute!" "Yes'm." "You're all right, Bertie?" Mrs. Blnke asked suddenly. "Oh, yes'm, I'm all right But, Aunt Frances ..." "Yes. dear." "Aunt Frances, I think you 'n' Uncle Charlie'd better come down here to Foxboro and bring us home." "Bring you home?" 'Yes'm. You see. Aunt Franks, Georgle, he's awful sick." "Bertie! What's the matter wltt Georgle?" Mrs. Blake trembled. "Oh, Georgle's all right, Annt Frances, only his stummlck alnt." "What's the matter with his stom ach?" "Weill, I guess. Aunt Frances, Georgle had too much lemonade n' ..." There was a resounding crash as i Bertie fell off the soap box. Mrs. Blake ran to the bark of the house and. called her husband. In a moment mo-ment the family enr rolled out of the garage and much- as we would i like to foHow them, perhaps It Is ! Iest If we draw the curtain now on 1 Georgle's Ignominious homecoming. STRING HOLDER SUNBONNET GIRL By GRANDMOTHER CLARK Attractive String Holder A toll of string Is Just as Impor tant In a kitchen as a pot holder or a fly swatter. String Is used for many purposes, but where Is It when you want It? This attractive string holder Is always ready to serve you when hanging In Its place somewhere on the kitchen wall. It Is to be made up, and when finished looks like the picture shown above. Sunbonnet Is made of bright colored prints. The face In painted. The ball of string Is In the bonnet. String Is used pass Ing through a hole In mouth. 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