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Show THE SALINA SUN, SALINA, UTAH Don Carlos has been after Florence for a long time, said Alfred. Hes not a young man by any means. Hes fifty, Bill says; but you can seldom tell a Mexicans age from Ids looks. Don Carlos Is well educated and a man we know very little about. Mexicans of his stamp don't regard women as we white men do. Now, my dear, beautiful sister from New York, I havent much use for Don Carlos; but I don't want Nels or Ambrose to make a wild throw with a rope and pull the Don off his horse. So you had better ride up to the house and stay GENES HORSE Arriving at the lonerailroad station of El Cajon, SYNOPSIS ly Utile New Mexico, Madeline Hammond, New York aoclety girl, finds no one to meet her. While in the waiting room, a drunken cowboy enters, asks if she is mairled, and departs, leaving her tei rilled. He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say "SI." Asking her name and learning her Identity the cowboy seetns dazed. In a shooting scrape outside the room a Mexican is killed. The cowboy lets a girl, Bonita, take his horse and escape, then conducts to Florence Kingsley, Madeline friend of her brother. Florence welcomes her, learns her story, and dismisses the cowboy, CJene Htow-ar- t. Next day Alfred Hammond, Madeline's brother, takes Stewart to task. Madeline exonerates him of any wrong Intent. Alfred, scion of a wealthy family, had been dismissed from his home because of his dissipation. Madeline sees that the West has redeemed him. he meets Stillwell, Al's employer, typical western ranchman. Stillwell tells her how Stewart heat up the sheriff to save her from arrest and then lit out for the bonier, Danny Mains, one of Stillwell's cowboys, has disappeared, with some of Stillwells money. His friends link Ills name with the girl Bonita. Madeline gets a glimpse of life on a western ranch. there. Alfred, you are Joking, teasing me, said Madeline. Indeed not, replied Alfred. IIow about it, Flo? Florence replied that the cowboys would upon the slightest provocation treat Don Carlos with less ceremony and gentleness than n roped steer. Old Bill Stillwell came up to be Importuned by Alfred regarding the conduct of cowboys on occasion, and he not only corroborated the assertion, hut added emphasis and evidence of his own. Ah, Miss Majesty, he concluded, I reckon if Gene Stewart was rldln fer me, thet grlnnin Greaser would hev lied a hump in the dust before now." Madeline had been wavering between sobriety and laughter until Stillwells mention of his Ideal of cowboy ohlv-ulrdecided In favor of the laughter. I am not convinced, hut I surrenYou have only some der, she said. occult motive for driving me away. I am sure that handsome Don Carlos Is But ns I being unjustly suspected. have seen a little of cowboys singular imagination and gallantry, I am rather Inclined to fear their possibilities. So y CHAPTER V. -- Continued. The bawling mid bellowing, the crackling of horns nntl pounding of hoofs, the dusty whirl of cuttle, and the Hying cowboys disconcerted Madeline and frightened her a little. Took, Miss Hammond, there's Don Carlos! said Florence. "Look at that black horse! Madeline saw a dark-faceMexican riding by. lie was too far away for Iter to distinguish his features, but he reminded her of an Italian brigand, lie bestrode a magnificent horse. Stillwell rode up to the girls then and greeted them In his big voice. Right In the thick of It, hey? Wal, thet's sure fine. Im glad to see, Miss Majesty, thet you aint afraid of a little dust or smell of burnln hide an hair, Madelines brother joined the group! evidently In search of Stillwell. Bill, Nels Just rode In, he said. Good! Any news of Danny Mains? No. Nels said he lost the trail when he got on hard ground. Wal, wal. Say, A I, your sister Is An the sure taktn to the round-up- . hoys are gettln' wise. See thet Ambrose cuttln capers all Hell sure do his prettiest. around. Ambrose Is a ladles man, he thinks. , The two men and Florence Joined In a little pleasant teasing of Madeline, and drew her attention to what appeared to he really unnecessary feats of horsemanship all made In her vicinity, The cowboys evinced their Interest In covert glances while recoiling a lasso or while passing to and fro. It was all too serious for Madeline to he amused at that moment. She did not care to talk. She sat her horse and watched. sun-f-a-g- CHAPTER VI A Gift and a Purchase. For a week the scene of the round-oof the lay within p riding-distanc- e , and Madeline passed most of this time In the saddle, watching the strenuous labors of the vaqueros and cowboys. She overestimated her strength, and more than once had to he lifted from her horse. Stillwell's pleasure In her attendance gave place to concerv. lie tried to persuade her to stay away from the round-up- , and Florence grew even more solicitous. Madeline, 'however, was not moved by their entreaties. She grasped only dimly the truth of whnt It was she was learning something Infinitely more than the rounding up of cattle by cowboys, and she was loath to lose an hour of her opportunity. Before the week was out, however, Alfred found occasion to tell her tlint It would he wiser for her to let the round-ugo without gracing It further with her presence, lie said It laughingly; nevertheless, he was serious. And when Madeline turned to him In surprise he said, bluntly : 1 dont like the way Don Carlos Hows you around. Bill's afraid that Nels or Ambrose or one of the cow-hoj- s will take a fall out of the Mexican. They're Itching for the chance. Of course, dear, It's absurd to you, but It's true. Absurd It certainly was, yet tt served to show Madeline how intensely occu-pishe had been with her own feelioused by the tumult and toll of ng-a She recalled that Don the wind-up- . Cst os had been presented to her, and that, she had not liked his dark, striking face with Its bold, prominent, glittering eyes and sinister lines; and she tiad Dot liked his suave, sweet, Insinuating voice or bis suhtle manner, with tts slow bows and gestures. ranch-house- p good-by.- " dently he had been carefully dressed down for this occasion, for there was no dust on him, nor a kink In his beautiful mane, nor a mark on his glossy hide. said Come hyar, you Stillwell. The horse dropped his head, snorted, and came obediently up. lie was neither sby nor wild. Unhooking the stirrups from the jKuninel, Stillwell let them fall and began to search the saddle for soaiething which be evidently expected to find. Iresentlv from some where among the trappings he pro dueed a folded bit of paper, and after scrutinizing it handed It to Al. Addressed to you ; an Ill bet you two bits I know what's In it, he said. Alfred unfolded the letter, read it, and then looked at Stillwell. "Bill, youre a pretty good guesser. Genes made for the border. He sent the horse by somebody, no names mentioned, and wants my sister to have him If she will accept." Any mention of Dunny Mains? asked the randier. Not a word. Thet's bad. Gened know about I hinny If anybody did. But hes a cuss. So hes sure hit-tiMexico. Wonder if Dannys for too? theres two of the Wal, goin, best cowmen I ever seen, gone to 11 1, un' Im sorry." With that he bowed his head and, grumbling to himself, went Into the bouse. Alfred lifted the reins over the head of the horse and, leading him to Madeline, slipped the knot over her arm and placed the letter in her hand. Majesty, Id accept the horse, lie Stewart Is only a cowboy now, said. and as tough as any Ive known. Bat becomes of a good family. lie was a college man anil a gentleman once. He went to ttie bad out here, like so many fellows go, like I nearly did. Then be bad told me about his sister and He cared a good deal for mother. them. I think he 1ms been a source of unhappiness to them. It was mostly when he was reminded of this In some way that hed get drunk. I have always stuck to him, and I would do so yet If I had a chance. You read the letter, sister, and accept the horse." In silence Madeline bent her gaze from her brothers face to the letter: Friend Al: I'm sending my horse down to you because I'm going away and havent the nerve to take him where he'd get hurt or fall Into strange hands. If you think It's all right, why, give him to your sister with iny respects. But If you don't like the Idea, Al, or If she wont have him, then hes for you. Im hoping your sister will take him. She'll be good to him, and she can afford to take care of him. And, while Im waiting to be plugged by a Greaser bullet, If I happen to have a picture In mind of how shell look upon my horse, why, man, Its not going to make any difference to you. She needn't ever know it. Between you and me, Al, dont let her or Flo ride alone over Don Carlos way. If I had time I could tell you something about that slick Greaser. And tell your sister, If theres ever any reason for her to run away from anybody when shes up on that roan, just let her lean over and yell In Ills ear. Shell find herself riding the wind. So long. GENE STEWART. Madeline thoughtfully folded the letter and murmured, IIow he must love his horse! "Well, I should say so, replied Alfred. Flo will teli you. She's the only person Gene ever let ride that horse. Well, sister mine, how about it will you accept the horse? And very happy In"Assuredly. deed am I to get him. Al, you said, close-mouthe- d n Sometimes, fasten up her hair, which fell agala in their walk, he lifted a golden mass. Mr. Stillwell, his head and with ears forward looked she Degan, and up the trail by which he had come, paused, strangely aware of a hurried He was note, a deeper ring In her voice. "Mr. and beyond the foothills. looking over the range. Someone was Stillwell, I want to buy your ranch calling to him, perhaps, from beyond to engage you as- my superintendent. the mountains. Madeline liked him I want to buy Don Carlos ranch and the better for that memory, and pitied other property to the extent, say, of the wayward cowboy who hud parted fifty thousand acres. I want you to with his only possession for very buy horses and cattle in short, to black muzzle against her. at the turns In love of it. Madeline was unusuAt supper-timally thoughtful. Later, when they assembled on the porch to 'watch the sunset, Stillwells humorous complainings Inspired the Inception of an idea which flashed up In her mind swift as lightning. And then by listening sympathetically she encouraged him to recite the troubles of a poor cattleman. They were many and long anil Interesting, and rather numbing to the life of her Inspired Idea. Mr. Stillwell, could ranching here on a large scale, with methods, be made well, not profitable, exactly, but to pay to run without loss?, she asked, determined to kill her new-borIdea at birth or else give It breath and hope of life. Wal, I reckon It could, he replied, with a short laugh. Itd sure be a money-makeWhy, with all my bad luck an poor equipment Ive lived pretty well an paid my debts an havent lost any money except the original outlay. I reckon thets sunk fer good. Would you sell If someone would pay your price? Miss Majesty, Id jump at the Yet somehow Id hate to chance. leave hyar. Id jest be fool enough to go sink the money In another ranch. Would Don Carlos and these other Mexicans sell? They sure would. The Don has been after me fer years, wantin to sell thet old rancho of his; an, these herders in the valley with their stray cattle, theyd fall dald at sight of a little money. Please tell me, Mr. Stillwell, exactly wliat you would do here if you had unlimited means? went on Madeline. Good Lud ejaculated the rancher. Wall, Miss Majesty, it jest makes my old heart warm up to think of such a thing. I dreamed a lot when I first come hyar. What would I do If I lied unlimited money? Listen. Td buy out Don Carlos an the Greasers. Id give a job to every good cowman In this country. Id make them prosper as I prospered myself. Id buy all the good horses on the ranges. Id fence twenty thousand acres of the best grazin. Id drill fer water In the valley. Id pipe water down from the mountains. Id dam up that draw out there. A mile-londam from hill to hill would give me a big lake, an hevin an eye fer beauty, Id plant cottonwoods around It. Id fill that lake full of fish. Id put In the biggest field of alfalfa in the Southwest. Id plant fruit-tree- s an garden. Id tear down them old corrals an barns an bunk-housto build new ones. Id make tills old rancho some comfortable an fine. Id put in grass an flowers all around an bring young pine trees down from the mountains. An when all thet was done Id sit In my chair an smoke an watch the cattle string-i- n In fer water an stragglin back into the valley. An thet red sun out there wouldnt set on a happier man In the world than Bill Stillwell, last of the old cattlemen. Madeline thanked the rancher, and then rather abruptly retired to lier room, where she felt no restraint to hide the force of that wonderful Wea, now and tenacious and alluring. Upon the next day, late In the afternoon, she asked Alfred If It would be safe for her to ride out to the mesa. Ill go with you, he said gayly. Dear fellow, I want to go alone, she replied. Ah! Alfred exclaimed, suddenly serious. lie gave her just a quick glance, then turned away. Go ahead. I think Its safe. Ill make it safe by sitting here with my glass and keeping an eye on you. Be careful coming down the trait. Let the horse pick his way. Thats all. She rode Majesty across the wide flat, up the zigzag trail, across the beautiful grassy level to the far rim of the mesa, and not till then did she lift her eyes to face the southwest. In that darkening desert there was something Illimitable. Madeline saw the hollow of a stupendous hand ; she felt a mighty hold upon her heart. Out of the endless space, out of silence and desolation and mystery anil age, g colored shadows, came phantoms of peace, and they whispered to Madeline. They whispered that It was a great, grim, Immutable earth; that time was eternity; that life was fleeting. They whispered for her to be a woman; to love someone before It was too late; to love anyone. everyone; to realize the need of work, and thus find happiness. She rode back across the mesa and down the trail, and, once more upon the flat, she called to the Norse and made him run. His spirit seemed to race with hers. The wind of bis speed blew her hair from its fastenings. When be thundered to a halt at the porch steps Madeline, breathless and disheveled, alighted with the mass of her hair tumbling around her. Alfred met her, and his exclamation, and Florences rapt eyes shining on her face, and Stillwells speeehless-nes- s made her Laughing, she tried to put up the mass of e n r. Then she rode with Florence up the long, gray slope to the ranch-house- . That night she suffered from excessive weariness, which she attributed mofe to the strange working of her mind than to riding and sitting her horse. Morning, however, found her in no disposition to rest. It was not activity that she craved, or excitement, or pleasure. An unerring instinct, rising clear from the thronging sensations of the last few days, told her that she luxd missed something In life. Whatever this something was, she had baffling Intimations of It, hopes that faded on the verge of realizations, haunting promises that were unfulfilled. Whatever It was, It had remained hidden und unknown at home, and here In the West It begnn to allure and drive her to discovery. Therefore she could not rest; she wanted to go and see; she was no longer chasing phnntoms; It was a hunt for treasure that hold aloof, as Intangible as the substance of dreams. Upon the morning after the end of the round-up- , when she went out on the porch, her brother and Stillwell appeared to he arguing about the Identity of a horse. Wal, I reckon It's my old roan," said Stillwell, shading his eyes with his hand. Bill, If that Isnt Stewart's horse my eyes are going hack on me, replied Al. Its not the color or shape the distance Is too far to judge by that. It's the motion the swing." But they Al, mebbe you're right. aint no rider up on thet hoss. Flo, fetch my glass. Florence went Into the house, while Madeline tried to discover the object of attention. Presently far up the gray hollow along a foothill she saw dust, ami then the dark, moving figure of a horse. She was watching when Florence returned with the glass. Bill took a long look, adjusted the glasses carefully, and tried again. Wal, I hate to admit my eyes are gettln pore. But I guess Ill hev to. Thet's Gene Stewarts hoss, saddled, an coinin at a fast clip without a rider. Its amazin strange, an some In keepln with other things concernin Gene." Give me the glass," said Al. Yes, I was right. Bill, the horse Is not frightened. He's coming steadily; he's got something on his mind." The wide hollow sloping up Into the How He Must Love His Horse!" foothills lay open to unobstructed view, and less than half a tulle distant I think, that Mr. Stewart named him Madeline saw the riderless horse com- nfter me saw my nickname in the ing along the white trail at a rapid New York paper? Y es. canter. A shrill, piercing whistle pealed Weil, I will not change his name. In. Wal, he's seen us, thets sure, said But, Al, how shall I ever cllmh up on him? Hes taller than I am. What Bill. The horse neared the turrals, disap- a giant of a horse! Oh, look at him peared Into a lane, and then, breaking hes nosing m.v hand. I really believe he understood what I said. Al, did his gait again, thundered Into the and pounded to a halt some you ever see such a splendid head and twenty yards from where Stillwell such beautiful ees? They are so waited for him. large and dark and soft and liujian. One look at him at close range In Oh, I am a fickle woman, for I am the clear light of day was enough for forgetting White Stockings. Ill gamble hell make you forget Madeline to award him a blue ribbon over all horses, even the Youll hair. any other horse, said Alfred. White Stockings. The cowboys great have to get on him from the porch. My hat and my combs went to Madeline led the horse to and fro, the wind. I thought my hair won! steed was no lithe, slender-bodieHe was a charger, almost tre- and was delighted with his gentleness go, too. . . . There is the evening . I think I am very mendous of build, with a black cat She discovered that lie did not need star. faintly mottled In gray, ami it shone to be led H cai.e at her call, follike polished glass In the sun. Evi lowed her llle a pet log, rubbed his And then she gave up trr',rj to g full-grow- n slow-changin- prize-winne- d make all those improvements which you said you had so long dreamed of. Then I have Ideas of my own, In the development of which I must have your advice and Alfreds. I Intend to better the condition of those poor Mexicans in the valley. I intend to make life a little more worth living for them and for the cowboys of this Tomorrow we shall talk It range. all over, plan all the business details. Madeline turned from the huge, g smile that beamed down upon her and held out her hands ti her brother. Alfred, strange, Is It not, my com Ing out to you? Nay, dont smile. J r, imis-stan- ... nua-sr.v- WAS FORCED TO LIVE ON MILK Mrs. Baker Praises Tanlac fo( Remarkable Recovery of Her Health. my Tanlac built me up and restored health when everything else failed and I had lost hope of ever being well Is the statement made the other day by Mrs. Maria Anita Baker, residing at 707 S. Edith St., Albuquerque, N. M. A year ago I was terribly run down from stomach trouble and couldnt eat anything without suffering agony afterwards. 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A removable core is placed in the magazine before the fuel Is packed in, and is withdrawn when the magazine is replaced in the stove. The space occupied by tliis core forms a central draft opening through tlie bed of fuel. She Rode Majestic Across the Wide Flat, Up the Zigzag Trail, Across the Domestic Discords. Beautiful Grassy Level to the Far I beard your wife picking ICriss Rim of the Mesa on a banjo last night. Kross You should hear her when she is picking on I have found work, myself my hope here under the light me my happiness of that western star. The spoon is a little thing that crea stir in every household. ates CHAPTER VII Her Majestys Ranch.o. Five months brought all that Stillwell had dreamed of, and so many more changes and Improvements and innovations that it was as If a magic touch had transformed, the old ranch. Madeline and Alfred and Florence had talked over a fitting name, and had decided on one chosen by Madeline. But this Instance was the only one In the course of developments In wishes were not which Madelines complied with. The cowboys named the new ranch Her Majestys Rancho. Stillwell said the names cowwere felicitous, and as bestowed boys unchangeable as the everlasting hills; Florence went over to the enemy ; and Alfred, laughing at Madeline's protest, declared the cowboys had elected her queen of the ranges, and that there was no help for it. So the name stood Her Majesty's Rancho. All that had been left of the old Spanish house which had been Stillwell's home for so long was the bare, massive structure, and some of this had been cut away for new doors and windows. Every modem convenience, even to hot and cold running Water and acetylene light, had been installed; and the whole Interior painted The and carpentered and furnished. Ideal sought had not been luxury, but comfort. Every door into the patio looked out upon dark, rich grass and sweet-faceflowers, and every window looked down the green slopes. Madeline Hammond cherished a fancy that the transformation she had wrought in the old Spanish house and In the people with whom she had surrounded herself, great as that transformation had been, was as nothing compared to the one wrought in herself. She had found an object In life. She had seen her brother through his difficulties, on the road to all the success and prosperity that he cared for. Madeline had been a conscientious student of ranching and an apt pupil of Stillwell. The old cattleman, In his simplicity, gave her the place In his heart that was meant for the daughter he had never had. His pride In her, Madeline thought, was beyond reason or belief or words to tell. Under his guidance, sometimes accompanied by Alfred and Florence, Madeline had ridden the ranges and had studied the fife and work of the cow Sometimes she looked in bet boys. mirror and laughed with sheer joy at sight of the lithe, audacious, brown-fared- , flashing-eyecreature reflected there. It was not so much Joy In her beauty ns sheer joy of life. Eastern critics had been wont to call her beautiful In those days when she had been pale and slender and proud and cold. She laughed. If they could only From the tip of her see her now golden head to her feet she was alive, pulsating, on fire. d d its "Stewart, waste your life. with me! a sname Come to bark i (TO BE CONTINUED.) No climate Is'too wet, too dry, toe hot. or too mold for aoma kind ol lichens to flourish. CHILDREN CRY FOR CASTORlfl Especially Prepared for Infants and Children of All Ages. 'Mother! 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