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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, ' began to have a better understanding of the nature of It when they cast off rrT.r?w vrvroti l 2t and &roiKrr. parp wanted to have fixed In mind her future relation to the ranch and the West. When the crucial hour arrived she found that the West had not claimed her yet These old friends had warmed cold ties. It turned out, however, that there need be no hurry about making the Madeline would have wel decision. comed any excuse to procrastinate; but, as It happened, a letter from Alfred made her departure out of the question for the present. He wrote that his trip to California had been very profitable, that he had a proposition for Madeline from a large cattle company, and, particularly, that he wanted to marry Florence soon after his arrival home and would bring a minister from Douglas for that pur- opyriqKt. CHAPTER XVII Continued. 15 Stewart halted again. In the gloom Madeline discerned a log cabin, and dark trees beyond It piercing the sky line. She could just make out Stewart's tall fo?tn as he leaned against his horse. Either he was listening or debating what to do perhaps both; Presently he went Inside the cabin. Madeline heard the scratching of a match ; then she saw a faint light. The cabin appeared to be deserted. Probably It was one of the many habitations belonging to prospectors and foresters who lived, In the mountains. Stewart came out again. For a long moment he stood as still as a statue and listened. Then she heard hlra mutter, "If we have to start quick I can ride bareback." With that he took the saddle and blanket oft his horse and carried them into the cabin. "Get off," he said, in a low voice, as he stepped out of the door. He helped her down and led her Inside, where again he struck a match. Madeline caught a glimpse of a rude fireplace and rough-hewlogs. Stewart's blanket and saddle lay on the earthen floor. "Rest a little," he said. "I'm going Into the woods a piece to listen. Gone only a minute or so." Madeline had to feel round In the dark to locate the saddle and blanket. When stie lay down It was with a grateful sense of ease and relief. As her body rested, however, her mind became the old thronging maze for sensation and thought. All day she had attended to the alert business of helping her horse. Now, what had already happened, the night, the silence, the proximity of Stewart and his strange, stern caution, the possible happenings to her friends all claimed their due share of her feeling. She could not sleep; she did not try to. Stewart's soft steps sounded Ills dark form loomed In the door. As he sat down Madeline heard the thump of a gun that he laid beside him on the sill; then the thump of another as he put that down, too. The sounds thrilled her. He turned Ms ear to the wind and listened. Motionless he sal for what to her seemed spear-polnte- d n hard-packe- d out-Bid- e. hours. Then the stirring memory of the day's adventure, the feeling of the tieauty of the night, and a strange, sweetly vngne consciousness of happiness portending, v ere all tiurned out In hot, pressing pain at the remembrance of Stewart's disgrace in her eyes. Something had changed within her o that what had been sneer at herself was sorrow for him. He was such a splendid man. She could not feel the same; she knew her debt to him, yet she could not thank him, could not speak to him. She fought an unintelligible bitterness. Then she resteJ with closed eyes, and time seemed nither short nor long. When Stewart called her she opened her eyes to see the gray of riuwn. She rose and stepped outside. The horses whinnied. In a moment Blie was In the saddle, aware of crumped muscles and a weariness of limbs. Stewart led off at a sharp tret Into the fir forest. They came to a trail Into which he turned. The horses traveled steadily ; the descent grew loss steep; the firs thinned out; the gray gloom brightened. When Madeline rode out of the firs the sun hud arisen and the foothills rolled beneath her; and at their edge, where the gray of valley began, she fiuw a dark patch that she knew was the ranch house. deep-seate- CHAPTER XVIII restraint and pressed forward to kiss In all her life Madeline the bride. had never seen a bride kissed so much and so heartily, nor one so flushed and disheveled and happy. Tills Indeed was a Joyful occasion. The dinner began quietly enough with the cowboys divided between embarrassment and voracious appetites that they evidently feared to Indulge. Wine, however, loosened their tongues, and when Stlllwell got up to make the speech everybody seemed to expect of him they greeted him with a roar. Stlllwell was now one huge, moun tainous smile. He was so happy that he appeared on the verge of tears. He rambled on ecstatically till he came to raise his glass. An' now, girls an" boys, let's all drink to the bride an' groom ; to their sincere an' lastln' love; to their happiness an' prosperity; to their good health an' long life. Let's drink to the nnitin' of the East with the West. No man full of red blood an' the real breath of life could resist a Western girl an' a good boss an' God's free hand that open country out there. So we claim AI Hammond, an' may we be true to him. An', friends, I think It fit tiii' that we drink to his sister an' to our hopes. Heah's to the lady we hope to make our Majesty Heah's to the man who'll come rldin' out of the West, a fine, man with a fast boss an' a strong rope, an' may he win an' hold her I come, friends, drink." A heavy pound of horses' hoofs and a yell outside arrested Stillwell's voice and halted his hand In midair. The patio became as silent as an unoccupied room. Through the open doors and windows of Madeline's chamber burst the sounds of horses stamping to a halt, then harsh speech of men, and a low cry of a woman In pain. Rapid steps crossed the porch, entered Madeline's room. Nels appeared in the doorway. Madeline was surprised to fre. that he had not been at the dinner-tablShe was disturbed at sight of his face. "Stewart, you're wanted outdoors," called Nels, bluntly. "Monty, you slope out here with me. You, Nick, an' Stlllwell I reckon the rest of you lied better shut the dors an' stay in1 pose. Madeline went so far, however, as to promise Helen and her friends that she would go East soon, at the very With that latest by Thanksgiving. promise they were reluctantly content to say goodby to the ranch and to her. Helen's eyes ha8 a sweet, grave, yet mocking light as she said: "Majesty, bring Stewart with you when you come. He'll be the rage." Madeline treated the remark with the same merry lightness with which It was received by the others; but after the train had pulled out and she was on her way home she remembered Helen's words and looks with something almost amounting to a shock. Any mention of Stewart, any thought of him, displeased her. "What did Helen mean?" mused That Madeline. And she pondered. mocking light in Helen's eyes had been simply an Ironical glint, a cyn ical gleam from that worldly experience so suspicious and tolerant In Its wisdom. The sweet gravity of Helen's look had been a deeper and more sub tle thing. Madeline wanted to understand It, to divine In It a new rela tion between Helen and herself, some thing fine and sisterly that might lead to love. The thought, however, revolving around a strange suggestion of Stewart, was poisoned at Its Incep tion, and she dismissed It. Upon the drive In to the ranch, as she was passing the lower lake, she saw Stewart walking listlessly along the shore. When he became aware of the approach of the car he suddenly awakened from his aimless saunter ing and disappeared quickly In the shade of the shrubbery. This was not by any means the first time Madeline had seen him avoid a possible meeting with her. Somehow the act had pained her. though affording her relief. She did not want to meet him face to face, It was annoying for her to guess that Stlllwell had something to say In Stewart's defense. The old cattleman. Several was evidently distressed. times he had tried to open a converse tlon with Madeline relating to Stew art ; she had evaded hlra until the Inst time, when his persistence had brought a cold and final refusal to hear another word about the foremua. Still-wehad been crushed. As days passed Stewart remained at the ranch without his old faithfulness to his work. Madeline was not moved to a kinder frame of mind to see him wandering dejectedly around. It hurt her. and bemuse It hurt her she grew all the harder. A telegram from Douglas, hernlding the coming of Alfred and a minister, put an end to Madeline's brooding, and she shared something of Florence Klngsley's excitement. The cowboys were as eager and gossipy as girls. It was arranged to have the wedding ceremony performed In Madeline's and the dinner In great e. side." Nels disappeared. Quick as a cat Madeline heard Monty glided out his soft, swift steps pass from her room Into her office. He had left his guns there, Madeline trembled. She saw Stewart get up quietly and with out any change of expression on his dark, sad face leave the patio. Nick Steele followed him. Stlllwell dropped As It broke, shivering his wine-glasthe silence, his huge smile vanished. tils race set into the old cragginess and the red slowly thickened into black. Stlllwell went out and closed the door behind him. Then there was a blank silence. The enjoyment of the moment had been Madeline glanced rudely disrupted. down the lines of brown faces to see the pleasure fade Into the old familiar s. hardness. "What's wrong?" asked Alfred, rather stupidly. The change of mood had been too rapid for him. Suddenly he awakened, thoroughly aroused at "I'm going to see the Interruption. who's butted in here to spoil our dinner," he said, and strode out. He returned before any one at the table had spoken or moved, and now the dull red of anger mottled his forehead. "It's the sheriff of El Cajon!" he "Pat eiclalmed. contemptuously. Ilawe with some of his touch dep- - ll the cool, flower-scente- patio. and disheveled and suffering, Made line experienced the thrill that sight or mention of this girl always gave her. It yielded to a hot pang in her breast that live pain which so shamed her. But almost Instantly, as a second glance showed an agony In Bonlta's face, her bruised arms where the rope bit deep Into the flesh, her little brown hands stained with blood, Madeline was overcome by pity for the unfortunate girl and a woman's righteous passion at such barbarous treatment of one of her own sex. The man holding the bridle of the horse on which Bonita had been bound was at once recognized by Madeline bullet-headeas the guerrilla who had found the basket of wine Redder of In the spring at camp. face, blacker of beard, coarser of aspect, evidently under the Influence of as a liquor, he was as gorilla and as repulsive. Besides him there were three other, men present, all mounted on weary horses. The one In the foreground, gaunt, with a pointed beard, she recognized as the sheriff of El Cajon. Stlllwell saw Madeline, and, throwing up his hands, roared to be heard. This quieted the gesticulating, quarreling men. "Wal now, Pat Howe, what's drlvln' you like a locoed steer on the rampage?" demanded Stlllwell. "Keep In the traces. Bill," replied Hawe. "You savvy what I come fer. I've been bldln' my time. But Ira ready now. I'm hyar to arrest a criminal." The huge frame of the old cattleman Jerked as If he had been stabbed. His face turned purple. he shouted, "What criminal?" hoarsely. The sheriff nicked his quirt against his dirty boot and he twisted his thin Hps into a leer. "Why,, Bill, I knowed you hed a outfit rldin' this range; but I wasn't wise tliet you hed more'n one criminal." "Cut that talk! Which cowboy are you wantin' to arrest?" Hawe's manner altered. "Gene Stewart," he replied, curtly. "On what charge?" "Fer killln' a Greaser one night last fall." "So you're still harpln on that? Pat you're on- - the wrong trail. You can't lay that killin' onto Stewart. The thing's ancient by now. But If you insist on bringln' him to court, let the arrest go today we're havln' some fiesta hyar an' I'll fetch Gene In to El Cajon." "Nope. I reckon I'll take him when I got the chance, before he slopes." "I'm glvln' you my word," thundered Stlllwell. "I reckon I don't hev to take your word, BUI, or anybody else's." Stillwell's great bulk quivered with his rage, yet he made a successful effort to control It "See hyar, Pat Ilawe, I know what's reasonable. Law is law. But In tills country there always has been an' is now a safe an' sane way to proceed with the law. Mebbe you've forgot to give you a hunch. that I'm Pat you're not overllked In these parts. You've rid too much with a high hand. Some of your deals hev been shady, an' don't you overlook what I'm sayln'. But you're the sheriff, an' I'm respectin' your office, I'm respectin' It this much. If the milk of human decency Is so soured In your breast that you can't hev a kind feel-In- ', then try to avoid the onpleasant-nes- s that'll result from any contrary move on your part today. Do you get that hunch?" "Stlllwell, you're threntenln' an officer," replied Hawe, angrily. "I come to arrest him, an' I'm goln' to." "So that's your game!" shouted are glad to get you Stlllwell. "We-al- l straight. Fat. Now listen, you cheap, coyote of a sheriff ! You don't care how many enemies you make. You know you'll never get office again What do you care In this county. now? It's amnzln' strange how earnest you are to hunt down the man who I killed that particular Greaser. reckon there's been some dozen or more klllin's of Greasers In the last year. Why don't you take to trallln' some of them klllin's? I'll tell you why. You're afraid to go near the border. An' your hate of Gene Stewart makes you want to hound him an' put him where he's never been yet In Jnll. You want to spite his friends. skunk-bltfe- n Wal, listen, you Go ahead an' try to coyote d fierce-lookin- sharp-feature- 5 ft t ; v; d, red-eye- d red-eye- 7 g d lean-Jawe- Alfred and his minister arrived at arrest him !" the ranch In the big white car. They In Stlllwell took one mighty stride off appeared considerably 'nst words hnd been the porch. fact, the minister was breathless, cold. His rage appeared to have been sightless, and certainly hatless. The sheriff transferred to Ilawe. Alfred, used as he was to wind and hnd begun to stutter and shake a speed, remarked that he did not wonder at Nels' a version to riding a fleet-Inlanky red hand at the cattleman when out. cannon-ball- . The Imperturbable Ht Wat So He That Happy Appeared Stewart stepped Link took off his cap and goggles and, "Here, you fellows, give me a on the Verge of Tear. chance to say a word." consulting his watch, made his usual As Stewart appeared the Mexlcnn apologetic report to Madeline, deplor- titles come to arrest Gene Stewart. ing the fact that a teamster and a They've got that poor little Mexican girl suddenly seemed vitalized out of cattle on the road had held him girl out there tied on a horse. Con- her stupor. She strained at her bonds, down to the mamma time of only a found tbnt sheriff!" as if to lift her hands beseechingly. mile a minute. Madeline alinly rose from the table, A flush animated her haggard face, for the wedding eluding Florence's retreating hand, and her big eyes lighted. Arrangements "Senor Gene!" she moaned. "Help brought Alfred's delighted approval. and started for the door. The cowWhen he bad learned all Florence and boys Jumped up. Alfred barred her me! I so seek. They beat me, rope Madeline would tell him be expressed progress. me, 'mos' keel me. oh, help me, Senor "Alfred. I am going out," she snid. a desire to have the row ho) a attend; Gene " "Shut up. er I'll gag you." said the "No. I gneofi not," he replied. and then be went on to talk about roan who held Honlfa's horse. California, where he was going t take "That's no iihice for you. Maybe "Muzzle her, Sneed, If she blabs there'll be a fight, ton can do nothFlorence on a short trip. On the following day Alfred and ing. Ton must not go." again." called Ilawe. Madeline felt something tense and Florence's Florence were married. "Perhaps I can prevent trouble," stmlned working In the short silence. sister and several friends from F.I she replied. As she left the patio she was aware Was It only a phase of her thrilling Cajon were present, beside Madeline, glance showed earnestly persistent In their entreaties Stlllwell, and his men. It was Alfred's that Alfred, with Florence at bis sde excitement? Her swiftMontv and Nick that she go back Hast with them. She express wish that Stewart attend the snd the cowboys behind, were start- the faces of Nels and Madeline wa amused ing to follow her. When she got out to be brooding, cold, watchful. She desired to go. It was not going that ceremony. mattered; It was how and when and when she noticed the painfully sup- of her room upon the porch she heard wondered why Sfewsrt did not look He. too. was now under what circumstance, she was to pressed excitement of the cowboys several men In loud, sngry discussion. toward IVnlta. cool, quiet with something return thst roused In her dlsturblnr For them a wedding must have beer, Then, at sight of Ponlts heipiess'y dark-facejput'ea Before she went East she an unusual and Impressive event. She and cruelly bound upon a horse, pais ominous about him. The Sheriff of El Cajon. About the middle of the forenoon of that day Madeline readied the ranch. Her guests hud ail arrived there lute the night before, and wanted only her presence and the assurto consider the ance of tier lust of tlie camping trip a rare adven-ture- . They reported an arduous ride lovn the mountain, with only one InOn the cident to lend excitement. dyseent they luid fallen In with Sheriff llaue and several of hi deputies, v ho were considerably under the Influence of drink and very greatly enraged by the escape of the Mexican girl r.nhita. Ilawe hud iied Insultand. acing language to the Indie cording to Ambrose, would have Inconvenienced the party on some pretext or other If he had not been sharply silenced by the cowboys. Madeline's guests were two days In recovering from the hard ride. On to the third day they leisurely This period prepare for departure. was trying for Madeline. Her sister and friends were kindly and wind-blown- . well-bein- TO g few-stra- 1 "Hawe, I'll submit te arrest vlthont any fuss," he said, slowly. you'll take the ropes off that girl." Sh "Nope," replied the sheriff. got away from me onct She's hawg-tle- d now, an' she'll stay hawg-tled.- " Madeline thought she saw Stewart give a slight start But an unaccountable dimness came over ner eyes, at brief Intervals obscuring her keen sight. "All right, let's hurry out of here," said Stewart "You've made annoyance enough. Ride down to the corral with me. I'll get my horse and go with you." "Hold on !" yelled Hawe, as Stewart turned away. "Not so fast Who's doin' this? You'll ride one of my an' you'll go In Irons." "You want to handcuff me?" queried Stewart, with sudden swift start of passion. "Want to? Haw, haw I Nope, Stewart, thet Jest my way with raiders Greasers, murderers, an' slch. See hyar, you Sneed, git off an' put the irons on this man." The guerrilla called Sneed slid off his horse and began to fumble in his ova It scours (Conducted by National Council of th BoouU of America.) Boy SCOUT MAKES BRAVE RESCUE A deed of high courage In the rescue of two boys and the attempted rescue d lake was of a third In a recently performed by Scout William B. Trimble of Troop 25, Bellmore, Long Island, when, at Imminent peril to himwaters of Lake self In the Champlaln, he pulled two lads from a capsized sailboat to bis canoe; when his canoe overturned, helped right It and secured the two boys a hold, and when one of the lads slipped into the water from exhaustion dove in for him, and, on being unsuccessful in finding the drowning lad In the depths of the water, began the agonizing swim to shore which resulted In his securing saddle-baghelp In time to save both the survivors Stlllwell was gazing at Stewart in of the sailboat and his orglnal canoe kind of Imploring amaze. companion. "Gene, you ain't goln' to stand fer Young Trimble and his friend, Louts them handcuffs?" he pleaded. Grinnell, students at the citizens' mili"Yes," replied the cowboy. "BUI, tary training camp at Plattsburg, N. old friend, I'm an outsider here. Y, were canoeing when a sudden There's no call for Miss Hammond and arose which almost upset their and her brother and Florence to be squall and did a sailboat some bark, worried further about me. Their distance from capsize them, whose occupants happy day has already been spoiled were also students from the camp. on my account. I want to get out Through the darkening afternoon quick." Trimble and Grinnell could faintly per"Wal, you might be too d n consid ceive the figures of the two lads, who erate of Miss Hammond's sensitive had been thrown overboard by the feelln's." There was now no trace of storm-tosse- d boat Bending their backs to their paddles, the scout and his companion sent the canoe forward and with swift strokes reached the struggling lads. As Grinnell could swim only a little, Trimble took the situation In hand. JK Charles Stone of Plattsburg, who lives noar the beach, peering out at the storm noticed the boy struggling toward land. He saw him fling up his arms in exhaustion. Stone ran out and dragged him to shore. The boy seemed trying to say something, but a gurgle was the best he could do. Stone took the lad to his house. Fighting against the exhaustion stealing over him and the approaching darkness, Trimble soon pulled strength enough together to tell his story. Stone started out In a rowboat In the driving rain, following the uncertain directions. He finally found the two boys still holding to the canoe, and brought them safely to shore. storm-cloude- s, pack-horse- gale-churne- d hoss-thlev- es, rgjf. mm SCOUTS "Senor Genet" Mel I She Moaned. So Seek," AS FIRE FIGHTERS "Help the courteous, kindly old rancher. Ha looked harder than stone. "How about my feelln's? I want to know If you're goln' to let this sneakln' coyote, this last gasp of the old frontier sheriffs, put you In Irons an' hawg-tlyou an drive you off to Jail?" n ' 'i "Yes," replied Stewart steadily. I You, Gene Stew"Wal, by Gawd art What's come over you? Why, man, go in the house, an' I'll 'tend to this feller. Then tomorrow you can - pt . ' v. ride In an' give yourself up like a If , ? gentleman." "No. I'll go. Thanks, Bill, for the . "?- yway you and the boys would stick to me. Hurry, Ilawe, before my mind changes." His voice broke at last betraying the wonderful control he had kept over Boy scouts of Reading, Pa., fighting his passions. As he ceased speaking he a fire which menaced much valuable seemed suddenly to become spiritless. property In the vicinity. He dropped his head. When the man Sneed came forward. HARDING'S WARM INTEREST Jingling the Iron fetters, Madeline's blood turned to lire. She would have Among the many evidences of the forgiven Stewart then for lapsing Into the kind of cowboy It had been her deep Interest and thoughtful concern blind and sickly sentiment to abhor. of the late president in scoutlng's This was a man's West a man's game. work for the good of American boyAt that moment, with her blood hot and hood. Is the following letter from Christian to Chief Scout racing, she would have gloried In the Secretary Executive James E. West written Auviolence which she had so deplored: she would have welcomed the action gust 1, the day before Mr. Harding that had characterized Stewart's treat- died: ment of Don Carlos; she had In her "My Dear Mr. West: the sudden dawning temper of a wom"Owing to the unfortunate lllnei an who had been assimilating the life of the President he Is unable to anand nature around her and who would swer personally your letter of July 20, not have turned her eyes away from which reached him In San Francisco. On his behalf I wish to assure you of a Jiarsh and bloody deed. But Stewart held forth his hands to his appreciation of the action taken at be manacled. Then Madeline heard the thirteenth annual meeting of die her own voice hurst out In a ringing, national council. Boy Scouts of Amerhim ica, In ifhanimously t imperious "Walt !" honorary president of the national Sneed dropped the manacles. Stewart's face took on a chalky whiteness, council. The President as yon know, Hawe, in a slow, stupid embarrass- regards the boy scout movement as of ment beyond his control, removed his great Importance and value. Only a sombrero In a respect that seemed few das ago at Woodland Park, Seattle, he ngaln evidenced his great Inwrenched from him. "Mr. Hawe, I can prove to you that terest In the work by administering Stewart was not concerned In any way the pledge of alleglnnne to probably whatever with the crime for which you 30,fX0 boys and then delivering a abort add rem to them. want to nrrest him." "Sincerely yours, The sheriff's stare underwent a blink(Signed) ing change. He coughed, stammered, "GEOIIOR B. CHRISTIAN. JR, and tried to speak. Manifestly, he had "Secretary to tn ('resident" been thrown completely off his balance. Astonishment slowly merged SCOUT WAS "ON THE SPOT" Into discomfiture. (TO UK CONTINUED.) Scout Severn Hall of Etkton, N. D 'on the spot" when emergency arose, Similar Woods Differ In Tests. recently carried nut an Interesting IOsage orange snd black locust ar llustration of scoftt preparedness "to) much alike In structure, strength, help other people nt all times," wlteo durability and color, although the forrescued Mrs. Parker Ford of that mer usually has more of a golden he town from drowning. The boat from brownish tinge. These two wood can which was tfepplng suddenly she readily be distinguishes by the fact ;"pped outward from the pier, throw-n- g that osnge orange gives off a yellowish Mrs. Ford Into 15 fret of water. color If wrspjied In a ret rag or she roe to t1w surface the scout on a while soaked black blntte. placed ihwzl from the ple- - to her assistance) locust gives off praetlwlly Be color oj brought her safe! to shore. under the same conditio rum-guzzll- e '- 1 rvf"" |