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Show THE -. me LI . A ROMANCE Cesri-it- AN UNKNOWN VOICE at the BYNOPSIS.-Arrlvi- ng lons-l- y little railroad station at El New Mexico, Madeline Hammond, New York society girl, finds no one to meet her. While In the waiting room, a drunken cowboy entera, asks If she la married, and departs, leaving her terrlfled. He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say "81." Asking her name and learning- her Identity the cowboy seems dazed. In a shooting scrape outside the room a Mexican is killed. The cowboys lets a girl, Bonlta, take his horse and escape, then conducts Madeline to Florence Klngsley, friend of her brother. Florence welcomes her, learns her story, and dismisses the cowboy. Gene Stewart. Next day Alfred Madeline's Hammond, 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 Sttllwell, Al's employer, western typical ranchman. Stillwell tells her how Stewart beat up the sheriff to save her from arrest and then lit out for the border. Danny Mains, one of Btillwell's cowboys, has disappeared, with some of Stillwell's money. His friends link his name with the girl Bonlta. Madeline gets a glimpse of life on a western ranch. Stewart sends Madeline his horse Majesty. She buys out and "Her Majesty's Rancho" becomes famous. She finds her life work under "The Light of Western Stars." Stewart had Learning been hurt In a brawl at Chlricahua, Madeline visits him and persuades him to come to the ranch as the boss of her cowboys. Jim Nels, Nick Steele and "Monty" Price are Madeline's chief riders. They have a feud with Ion Carlos' vaqueros. who are really guerrillas. Madeline mnkes Stewart promise that peace is kept. They raid Don Carlos' ranch for contraband arms. Madeline and Florence, returning home from Alfred's ranch, run Into an ambush of vaqueros. Florence decoys them away, and Madeline cets home safely. Ca-Jo- n, Still-we- CHAPTER XI ll Continued. She entered the lust room. There was no lock or bar upon the door. But the room was largo, and dark, and It was hnlf full of bales of alfulfa hay. Probably It was the safest place lu the bouse ; at least time would be necessary to find any one hidden there. She dropped her valuables In a dark comer and covered them with loose hay. That done, she felt her way down narrow aisle between the plled-ubales and presently crouched la a niche. With the necessity of action over for the Immediate present, Madeline became that she was quivering and almost breathless. Her skin felt tight and cold. There was a weight on her chest; her mouth was dry, and she had a strange tendency to swallow. Dull sounds came from parts of the bouse remote from her. In the Intervals of silence between these sounds she heard the squeaking and rustling of mice In the hay. A mouse ran over her hand. She listened, waiting, hoping, yet dreading to hear the clattering approach of her cowboys. There would be fighting blood men Injured, perhaps killed. Even the thought of violence of any kind hurt her. But perhaps the guerrillas would run In time to avoid a clash with her men. She hoped for that, prayed for It. Through her mind flitted what she knew of Kels, of Monty, of Nick Steele; and she experienced a sensation that left her somewhat chilled and sick. Then d she thought of the Stewart. She felt a thrill drive away the cold nausea. And her excitement augmented. Waiting, listening Increased all her emotions. Nothing appeared to be happening. Tet hours seemed to pass while she crouched there. Had Florence been overtaken? Could any of those lenn horses outrun Majesty? She doubted It; she knew It could not be true. Nevertheless, the strain of uncertainty was torturing. Suddenly the bang of the corridor loor pierced her through and through with the dread of uncertainty. Some cf the guerrillas had entered the east wing of the house. She heard a babel f Jabbering voices, the shuffling of boots and clinking of spurs, the slamming of doors and ransacking of rooms. Madeline lost faith In her hiding place. Moreover, she found It Impossible to take the chance. The Idea of being caught In that dark room by those ruffians filled' her with horror. She must get out Into the light. Swift-lshe rose and went to the window. It was rather more of a door than window, being a large aperture closed hy two woollen doors on hinges. The Iron hook yielded readily to ber crisp, and one door stack fast, while th other opened a, few Inches. She looked out upon a green slope covered with flowers and bunches of sage and tushes. Neither man nor horse showed la the narrow field of her nslon. She believed he would be safer hidden ut there In the shrubbery thso Id th hous. The Jump from the window wwtd f. easy for her. She rolled at the 4oor It did aot p dark-browe- fire-eye- y S. budge. It had caught at the bottom. Pulling with all her might proved to be In vain. Pausing, with palms hot and bruised, she heard a louder, closer approach of the Invaders of her home. Fear, wrath, and Impotence contested for supremacy over her and drove her to desperation. She was alone here, and she must rely on herself. And as she strained every muscle to move that obstinate door and heard the quick, harsh voices of men and the sounds of a hurried search she suddenly felt sure that they were hunting for her. She knew It. She did not wonder at It. But she wondered If she were really Madeline Hammond, and If It were possible that brutal men would harm her. Then the tramping of heavy feet on the floor of the room lent her the last strength of fear, rushing with hands and shoulders, she moved the door far enough to permit the passage of her body. Then she stepped upon the sill and slipped through the aperture. She saw no one. Lightly she Jumped down and ran In among the bushes. But these did not afford her the cover she needed. She stole from one clump to another, finding too late that she had chosen with poor Judgment. The position of the bushes had drawn her closer to the front of the house rather than away from It, and Just before her were horses, and beyond a group of excited men. With her heart In her throat Madeline crouched down. A shrill yell, followed by running and mounting guerrillas, roused her hope. They had sighted the cowboys and were In flight. Rapid thumping of boots on the porch told of men hurrying from the house. Several horses dashed past her, not ten feet distant One rider saw her, for he turned to shout back. This drove Madeline Into a panic. Hardly knowing what she did, she began to run away from the house. Her feet seemed leaden, tihe felt the same horrible powerlcsacoo that sometimes came over her wlua she dreamed of being pursued. Horses with shouting riders streaked past her In the shrubbery. There was a thunder of hoofs behind her. She turned aside, but the thundering grew nearer. She was being run down. As Madeline shut her eyes and, staggering, was about to fall, apparently right under pounding hoofs, a rude, powerful hnnd clapped round her waist, clutched deep and strong, and swung her aloft. She felt a heavy blow when the shoulder of the horse struck her, and then a wrenching of her arm as she was dragged up. A sudden blighting pain made sight and feeling fade from her. But she did not become unconscious to the extent that she lost the sense of being rapidly borne away. She seemed to hold that for a long time. When her faculties began to return the motion of the horse was no longer violent. For a few moments she could not determine her position. Apparently she was upside down. Then she saw that she was facing the ground, and must be lying across a saddle with her bead banging down. She could not move a hand ; she could not tell where her hands were. Then she felt the touch of soft leather. She saw u d Mexican boot, wearing a huge sliver spur, and the reeking flank and legs of a horse, and a dusty, narrow trail. Soon a kind of red darkness veiled her eyes, her head swam, and she felt motion and pain only dully. After what seemed a thousand weary hours some one lifted her from the horse and laid ber upon the ground, where, gradually, as the blood left her head and she could see, she began to get the right relation of things. She lay In a sparse grove of firs, and the shadows told of late afternoon. She smelted wood smoke, and she heard the sharp crunch of horses' teeth nipping grass. Voices caused her to turn her face. A group of men stood and sat round a campflre eating like wolves. The looks of ber captors made Madeline close her eyes, and the fascination, the fear they roused In her made her open them again. Mostly were thln-bodle- and haggard and starved. Whatever they might be, they and surely were squalid. Not one had a coat. A few had scarfs. Rome wore belts In which were scattered cartridges. Only a few had guns, and these were of diverse patterns. Madeline could see no Mexicans, black hunger-stricke- n packs, no blankets, and only a few cooking utensils, all battered and blackened. Her eyes fastened upon men she believed were white men ; but it was from their features and not their color that she Judged. Once she had seen a band of nomnd robbers In the Sahara, and somehow was reminded of them by this motley outlaw troop. They divided attention between the satisfying of ravenous appetites and a vigilant watching down the forest aisles. They expected some one, Madeline thought, and, manifestly, if It were a pursuing posse, they did not show anxiety. She could not understand more thto a word here and there that they had uttered. Presently, however, the name of Don Carlos revived keen curiosity In her and realisation of ber situation, and then once more dread possessed ber breast. A low exclamation and sweep of MS (Oondaoto by Harper as arm from one of the guerrillas caused the whole band to wheel and concentrate their attention in the opposite direction. They hear a something. They saw some one. Grimy hands sought weapons, and then every man stiffened. Madeline saw what hunted men looked like at the moment of discovery, and the sight was terrible. She closed her eyes, sick with what she saw, fearful of the moment when the guns would leap out. There were muttered curses, a short period of silence followed by whisperings, and then a clear voice rang out, "El Capitan!" A strong shock vibrated through Madeline, and her eyelids swept open. Instantly she associated the name El Capitan with Stewart and experienced a sensation of strange regret It was not pursuit or rescue she thought of then, but death. These men would kill Stewart. But surely he had not come alone. She heard the slow, heavy thump of hoofs. Soon Into the wide aisle between the trees moved the form of a man, arms flung high over his head. Then Madeline saw the horse, and she recognized Majesty, and she knew It. was really Stewart who rode the roan. When doubt was no longer possible she felt a suffocating sense of gladness and fear and wonder. Many of the guerrillas leaped up with, drawn weapons. Still Stewart approached with his hands high, and he rode right Into the campflre circle. Then a guerrilla, evidently the chief, waved down the threatening men and strode up to Stewart He greeted him. There was amaze and pleasure and espect In the greeting. Madeline could tell that, though she did not know what was said. At the moment Stewart appeared to her as cool and careless as If he were dismounting at her porch steps. But when he got down she saw that his face was white. He shook hands with the guerrilla, and then his glittering eyes roved over the men and around the glade until they rested upon Madeline. Without moving from his tracks he seemed to leap, as If a powerful current had shocked Handa Sought Weapons, and Than Every Man 8tlffsnsd. Grimy him. Madeline tried to smile to assure him she was. alive and well ; but the intent in his eyes, the power of his con- trolled spirit telling her of her peril and his, froze the smile on her lips. With that be faced the chief and spoke rapidly In the Mexican jargon Madeline had always found so difficult The chief answered, to translate. spreading wide his hands, one of which Indicated Madeline as she lay there. Stewart drew the fellow a little aside and said something for his ear alone. The chlers hands swept up in a gesture of surprise and acquiescence. His Again Stewart spoke swiftly. hearer then turned to address the band. Madeline caught the words "Don There was a Carlos" and "pesos. brief muttering protest which the chief thundered down. Madeline guessed her release had been given by this guerrilla and bought from the others of the band. Stewart strode to her side, lending the roan. Majesty reared and snorted when be saw his mistress prostrate. Stewart knelt, still holding the bridle. "Are you all right?" he asked. "I think so," she replied, essaying a laugh that was rather a failure. "My feet are tied." Dark blood blotted out all the white from his face, and lightning shot from his eyes. She felt his hands, like steel tongs, loosening the bonds round her ankles. Without a word he lifted her upright and then upon Majesty. Madeline reeled a little In the saddle, held hatd to the pommel with one hand, and tried to lean on Stewart's shoulder with the other. "Don't give op," he said. She saw hint gsr.e furtively Into the forest on all aides. And It surprised her to see the guerrillas riding away. Patting the two fscts together, Madeline formed an Idea that neither Stewart nor the others desired to meet with some one evidently due abort! la Ut glade. Stewart guided the roan off to the right and walked beside Madeline, steadying her In the saddle. At first Madeline was so weak and dizzy that she could scarcely retain her seat. The dizziness left her presently, and then she made an effort to ride without help. Her weakness, however, and a pain in her wrenched arm made the task laborsome. Stewart had struck off the trail, if there were .one, and was keeping to denser parts of the forest. Majesty's hoofs made no sound on the soft ground, and Stewart strode on without speaking. Neither his hurry nor vigilance relaxed until at least two miles had been covered. The soft ground gave place to bare, rocky soli. The horse snorted and tossed his head. A sound of splashing water broke the silence. The hollow opened Into a wider one through which a little brook murmured Its way over the stones. Majesty snorted again and stopped and bent his head. "He wants a drink," said Madeline. "I'm thirsty, too, and very tired." Stewart lifted her out of the saddle, and as their hands parted she felt something moist and warm. Blood was running down her arm and into the palm of her band. "I'm bleeding," she said, a little unsteadily. "Oh, I remember. My arm was hurt." She held It out, the blood making her conscious of her weakness. Stewart's fingers felt so firm and sure. Swiftly be ripped the wet sleeve. Her forearm had been cut or scratched. He washed off the blood. "Why, Stewart, It's nothing. I was only a little nervous. I guess that's the first time I ever saw my own blood." He made no reply as he tore her handkerchief into strips and bound her arm. His swift motions and his silence gave her a hint of how he might meet a more serious emergency. She felt safe. And because of that impression, when he lifted his head and she saw that he was pale and shaking, she was surprised. He stood before her folding' his scarf, which was still wet and from which he made no effort to remove the red stains. "Miss Hammond," he said, hoarsely, "it was a man's hands a Greaser's fingernails that cut your arm. I know who he was. I could have killed him. But I mightn't have got your freedom. You understand? I didn't dare." Madeline gazed at Stewart, astounded more by his speech than his excessive emotion. "My dear boy !" she exclaimed. And then she paused. She could not find words. He was making an apology to her for not killing a man who had laid n rough hand upon her person. He was ashamed and seemed to be In a torture that she would not understand why he had not killed the man. There seemed to be something of passionate scorn In him that he had not been able to avenge her as well as free her. "Stewart I understand. You were being my kind of cowboy. I thank you." But she did not understand so much as she Implied. She had heard many stories of this man's cool Indifference to peril and death. He had always seemed as hard as granite. Why should the sight of a little blood upon her arm pale his cheek and shake his hand and thicken his voice? What was there In his nature to make htm Implore her to see the only reason he co'ild not kill an outlaw? The answer to the first question was that be loved her. It was beyond her to answer the second. But the secret of It lay In the same strength from which his love sprang an intensity of feeling which seemed characteristic of these western men of simple, lonely, elemental lives. All at once over Madeline rushed a tide of realization of how greatly It was possible for such a man as Stewart to love her. The thought came to her In all Its singular power. All her eastern lovers who had the graces that made them her equals In the sight of the world were without the only great essential that a lonely, hard life had given to Stewart. Nature here struck a Just balance. Something deep and dim In the future, an unknown voice, called t,o Madeline and disturbed her. And because It was not a voice to her Intelligence she deadened the ears of her warm and throbbing life and decided never to listen. "Is It safe to rest --a little?" she asked. "I am so tired. Perhaps I'll be stronger If I rest." "We're all right now," he said. "I can get you home by midnight. They'll be some worried down there." "What happened?" "Nothing much to any one hut you. That's the the hard luck of It Florence csugrt us out on the slope. We were returning from the fire. We were dead bent But we got to the ranch before any damage was done. We sure had trouble In finding a trace of yon. Nick spotted the prints of your heels under the window. And then we knew. I had to fight the boys. If they'd come after you we'd never have gotten you without a fight. I didn't want that. I had t rope Monty. Honest I tied bin to the porch. Nels and Nick promised to stay and bol S BOY-SCOUT- ZANE GREY by Brtk.rs high-toppe- they NEPHI. UTAH 'hi of Westen FiT.1 L- TIMES-NEW- by National Cob no II el the Bey Scouta of America.) BOY SCOUT HEROES him till morning. That was the best I could do. I was sure lucky to come up with tlje band so soon. I had figured right I knew that guerrilla chief. He's a bandit In Mexico. It's a business with him. But he fought for Madero, and I was with htm a good deal. He may be a Greaser, bat he's white." "How did you effect my release?" "I offered them money. That's what the rebels all want. They need money. They're a lot of poor, hungry devils." "I gathered that you offered to pay ransom. How much?" "Two thousand dollars Mer. I gave my word. I'll have to take the money. I told them when and where I'd meet them." "Certainly. I'm glad I've got the money." Madeline laughed. "What a strange thing to happen to me! I wonder what dad would say to that? Stewart, I'm afraid he'd say two thousand dollars Is more than I'm worth. But tell me. That rebel chieftain did not demand money?" "No. The money Is for his men. We were comrades before Juarez. One day I dragged him out of a ditch. I reminded him. Then I I told him something I I thought " "Stewart, I know from the way he looked at me that you spoke of me. I heard Don Carlos' name several times. That Interests me. What have Don Carlos and his vaqueros to do with The boy scout movement takes a at the age when he craves the opportunity to translate 'heroic words to deeds,'" says an observer, "and stirring' are the Incidents of youthful boy fulfilling the bravery and Ideals for which scouting stands." The following trio of heroic acts are . typical. At the risk of their lives, Scouts Maurice Shanahan and Irving Seltzer of Syracuse, together with Arthur A. Mullett, a painter, recently saved a n Invalid from being burned to death when a fire broke out In the building In which her apartment was located. The boys, In passing, were attracted by the smoke. Calling to the painter, who was working nearby, the three made their way into the burning building. The flames drove the boya back when they reached the second landing. Mullett continued on to the third floor, reaching Mrs. Sheeran as the flames were licking the posts of the bed on which she was lying helpless. Mullett picked the woman up and carried her to the second floor, where Seltzer and Shanahan joined him and aided In carrying the Invalid from the building. "Because his older brother passed boy scout resuscitation tests for persons burned by live wires." states the Detroit Evening News, "eleven-year-olHerman Scott of Plalnwell, Mich., this?" "That Greaser has all to do with It," is alive today." The Scott boys, acre-treplied Stewart, grimly. "He burned companied by a companion, were nlng home along an lnterurban line bis ranch and corrals to keep us from getting them. But be. also did It to when Herman stepped on the third rail. draw all the boys away from your The lad was knocked down and rolled home. They had a deep plot, all right unler the rail, where his body was terI left orders for some one to stay with ribly burned. Sending their companion you. But Al and Stillwell, who're both for a doctor, the scout pulled his brothrode off this morning. er's unconscious form from under the,. rail and carried It down to the rivs-Then the guerrillas came down." "Well, what was the Idea the plot There the scout held the smaller boy's limp form In the cold water until he as you call It?" and upon the arrival of the phy"To get you," he said, bluntly. "Me ! Stewart, you do not mean my sician the scout assisted In dressing the capture whatever you call It was burns. A quarry hole at Westerly, R. I., anything more than mere accident?" T do mean that. But Stillwell and might have jrone down In local history been' your brother think the guerrillas want- as the sceije oJ tragedy had It not ed money and arms, and they just hap- for the training end presence of mind of Scout de Vere Lalng. pened to make off with you because With some other boys, the scout, folyou ran under a horse's nose." "You do not Incline to that point of lowing a baseball gaaae, went swimming lc the quarry hole. Suddenly one view?" "I don't. Neither does Nels nor Nick of the group, Thomas Lenlhan, evidentwaSteele. And we know Don Carlos and ly becoming paralyzed In the cold In scout dived The to sink. ter, began the Greasers. Look how the vaqueros after him and, as Lenlhan was about chased Flo for you !" to go under the third time, succeeded "What do you think, then?" bringing the unconscious boy to "I'd rather not say. Once I heard In shore. worked on the prostrate seen Nels say he'd the Greaser look at form ofLalng his companion, pumped the you. and If he ever saw him do It water from the lad's lungs and finally again he'd shoot him." succeeded In restoring him to conIs that ridiculous. "Why, Stewart, After a short rest Lenlhan To shoot a man for looking at a wom- sciousness. was able to return to his home. an! This Is a civilized country." "Well, maybe It would be ridiculous TYPICAL SCOUT GOOD TURN In a civilized country. There's some things about civilization I don't care A mantle of charity In the way of a tor." coat of whitewash was recently cov"What, for Instance?" "For one thing, I can't stand for the ered over all the shabby poles, tree way men let other men treat women." trunks and unsightly spots In the city "But, Stewart, this Is strange talk of Abilene, Tex, by Its scouts In a recent clean-u- p from you, who, that night I came " campaign. The scouts She broke off, sorry that she had received the official thanks of the city spoken. His shame was not pleasant and In addition, four prizes were to see. Suddenly he lifted his head, awarded as many troops for their outand she felt scorched by flaming eyes. standing service. Troop No. 10, which "Suppose I was drunk. Suppose I mixed the whitewash and therefore had met some ordinary girl. Suppose had not the time to compete In applyI had really made her marry me. Don't ing It was awarded the consolation you think I would have stopped being prize. "The work of the scouts having the a drunkard and have been good to clean-uher?" campaign io charge was de"Stewart, I do not know what to clared a big success," says the Abilene "Some resident! Dally think about you," replied Madeline. Reporter. whose trees the boys whltewsshed Then followed a short silence. Madeline saw the last bright rays of the set- wanted to remunerate the scouts for work, hut of course, no money ting sun glide up over a distant crag. tbelr Stewart rebrldled the horse and looked was taken, as It Is one of the laws of scoutdom that no boy scout Is to reat the saddle-girth"I got off the trail. About Don Car- ceive pay for any act of kindness and los Tit say right out, not what Nels help he does." The scouts have promptly taken up and Nick think, but what I know. Don In aidCarlos hoped to make off with you for another community good-turhimself, the same as If you bad ing In the erection of $000 worth of been a poor peon slave-gir-l down In playground apparatus, consisting of Sonora. Maybe he had a deeper plot swing, The thnn my rebel friend told me. Maybe slides and other paraphernalia. he even went so fur. as to hope for work Is being done under the direcAmerican troops to chase him. The tion of the local executive, ami "the rebels are trying to stir up the United scouts, of course," adds the Dally ReStates. They'd welcome Intervention. porter, "are donating their services." Rut, however thst msy be, the Oreaser meant evil to you, and has meant It 8AVES SISTER'S LIFE ever since he saw you first. That's all." When Edmund Schults of Troop 10, "Stewart, yon have done me and my Moundsvllle, W. Va., saw his little sisfamily a service we can never hope to ter's dress catch fire from a gns heater lie Instantly seized her and repay." rolled her on the floor to extinguish the flames. Her brother's prompt ac"She fell asleep with her head tion, presence of mind ant knowledge on Stewart's breast of how to act In the emergency saved the child from serious burns. bed-ridde- d ut p n merry-go-round- see-saw- s, (TO BE CONTINUED.) SCOUTS HELP MOTORIST "Grocery" Stores. Webster's dictionary gives as one of the meanings of the word "grocery" In the United 8tates a "retail grocer's store." It la quite correct to use It In this sense and to plurallze It, so as to make It unnecessary to ssy "grocery stores," Just as we have "bakeries," etc. Chief Seattle In a recent Issue of the Seattle Sun expresses his official appreciation of the good turn spirit: "To Boy Scouts and Leaders: "It was a mighty fine thing for yoa to assist a lady motorist on the Everett hlghwsy, when her car was stalled by an exploded tire. Ton topped and very gallantly placed a new tire after hundreds of other auto Ists had whizzed by without even looking. Thanks, scouts, for this exampU . . of highway courtesy." Nigerian Cradles. The women of Nlcerl carry thet new-borbsbles In calaMab shells. n I' |