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Show 4 THE SAUNA SUN, SAUNA, UTAH the owners for the hay rights of these lands for live years, beginning with the present season. He is already cutting farther down the vulley, und will he cutting here w ithin a day or two. The trout ought to bite on a fine evening like this, said Transley. "I have an extra rod and some flies. Will you try a throw or two with me? I would lie glad to, hut I must get hack to camp. I hope you land a good string," and so saying Grant remounted, nodded to Transley and again to the men now scattered about the camp, and started his horse on an easy lope down the valley. HOMESTEADERS COPVR.IGMT tr YOU WILL BE STOPPED SYNOPSIS. Transleys hay- outfit, after stacking 2,000 tons, is on its way to the big Y.D. ranch headquarters. Transley Is a master of men and circumstances. Linder, foreman, is substantial, but not George Drazlc, one of the men, is an irresponsible chap who proposes to every woman he meets. Transley and Linder dine with Y.D. and his wife and daughter Zen. Transley resolves Y.D. to marry Zen. instructs Transley, to cut the South Y.D., spite o h 1 an high water and a fellow named Landson. Drazk proposes to Zen and is neatly rebuffed. cutting e. CHAPTER i II -3- - Continued, ' George dropped behind, and an amused smile played on the foremans face. lie had known Drazk too long to he much surprised at anything he might do. It was Drazks idea of gallantry to make love to every girl on sight. Possihy Drazk had managed to exchange a word with Zen, and Ills Imagination would readily expand that Into a love scene. Zen ! Even the placid, balanced Linder felt a slight leap in the blood at the unusual name which suggested the bright girl who had come into his life the night before. Not exactly Into his life; It would lie fairer to say she had touched the rim of his life. Perhaps she would never penetrate it further; Linder rather expected that would be the case. As for Drazk she was in no danger from him. Drazks methods were so precipitous that they could be counted upon to defeat themselves. Below stretched the valley of the South T.D., almost a duplicate of its northern neighbor. The stream hugged the feet of the hills on the northern side of the valley; its ribbon of green and gold was like a fringe gathered about the hem of their skirts. Beyond the stream lay the level plains of the valley, and miles to the south It rose the next ridge of foothills. was from these interlying plains that Y.D. expected his thousand tons of hay. Linders appreciative eye took in the scene ; a scene of stupendous sizes As he and magnificent distances. slowly turned his vision eastward a speck in the distance caught his sight and brought him to his feet. Shading his eyes from the bright afternoon sun he surveyed it long and carefully. There was no doubt about it; a haying outfit was already at work down the valley. Leaving his team to manage themselves Linder dropped from his wagon Some one lias and joined Transley. beat us to it, he remarked. So I observed, said Transley. Well, its a big valley, and if they're satisfied to stay where they are there should be enougli for both. If theyre not If theyre not, what I demanded Linder. You heard what Y.D. said. He said: Cut it, spite o h 1 nn high water, and I always obey orders." They wound down the hillside until they came to the stream, the horses quickening their pace with the smell of water in tiieir eager nostrils. It was a good ford, broad and shallow, with the typical bowlder bottom of the mountain stream. The horses crowded into it, drinking greedily with a sort of droning noise caused hy the bits in their mouths. When they had satisfied their thirst they raised their heads, stretched their noses far out and champed upon their bits. After a pause in the stream they drew out on the farther bank, where were open spaces among cottonwood trees, and Transley indicated that this would he their camping ground. Already smoke was issuing from the chuck wagon, and in a few minutes the men's sleeping tent and the two stable tents were flashing back the afternoon sun. They carried no eating tent; instead of that an eating wagon was backed up against the chuck wagon, and the men were served in it. They had not paused for a midday meal ; the cook had provided sandwiches of bread and roast beef to dull the edge of their appetite, and now all were keen to fall to as soon as the welcome clanging of which hung from the the plow-colte- r end of the chuck wagon should give the signal. , wide-mouthe- d 1resently this clanging tilled the evening air with sweet music, and the trrn filed with long, slouchy tread into The table ran the eating wagon. dewn the center, with bench seats at either side. The cook, properly gauging the men's appetites, had not taken time to prepare meat and potatoes, hut on the table were ample basins of graniteware filled with beans and hiend and stewed prunes and canned tomatoes, pitchers of sirup and con R.OBER.T NEIGHBORS ETC STEAD densed milk, tins with marmalade and jam, and plates with butter sadly suflering from the summer heat. The cook filled their granite cups with hot tea from a granite pitcher, and when the cups were empty filled them again and again. And when the tables were partly cleared lie brought out deep pies filled with raisins and with evaporated apples and a thick cake from which the men cut hunks as generous as their appetite suggested. Transley had learned, what women are said to have learned long ago, that the way to a mans heart is through his stomach, and the cook had carte blanche. Not a man who ate at Transleys table hut would have spilt his blood for the boss or for the honor of the gang. The meal was nearing its end when through a window Linders eye caught sight of a man on horseback rapidly tie approaching. Visitors, Transley, was able to say before the rider pulled up at the open door of the covered wagon.. lie was such a rider as may still be seen In those last depths of the ranching country where wheels have not entirely crowded Romance off of horseback. his Spare and well-knifigure had a suggestion of slightnpss which the scales would have belied. His face, keen and was brown ns the August hills, and above it his broad hat sat in the careless dignity affected by the gentlemen of the plains. His leather coat afforded protection from the l.eat of day and from the cold of night. Good evening, men, he said, courDont let me disturb your teously. meal. Afterwards perhaps I can have a word with the boss. Thats me, said Transley, rising. No, dont get up, the stranger protested, but Transley Insisted that he had finished, and, getting dowrn from the wagon, led the way a little distance from the eager ears of its occut, clean-shave- Well, what is it to be? said Linder, coming up with the rest of the War? hoys. War if they fight, Transley reY.D. said cut plied, unconcernedly. t lie hay; spite o h 1 an high water, lie said. That goes. Slowly tlie great orb of the sun sank until the crest of the mountains pierced its molten glory and sent it In burnishing their rugged heights. the east the plains were already wrapped in shadow. Up the valley crept the veil of night, hushing even the limitless quiet of the day. The stream babbled louder iu the lowering gloom ; the stamp and champing of horses grew less insistent, the cloudlets overhead faded from crimson to ma uve .to blue to gray. Transley tapped the ashes from his pipe und went to bed. CHAPTER III IIow about a ride over to the South Fork this afternoon, Zen? said Y.D. to his daughter the following mornI just want to make sure them ing. hoys is liittin the high spots. The grass is gettin powerful dry an you can never tell what may happen. You're on, the girl replied across the breakfast table. Her mother looked up sharply. She wondered if the prospect of another meeting with Transley had anything to do with Zens talaerity. I had hoped you would outgrow your slang, Zen, she remonstrated Men like Mr. Transley are gently. likely to judge your training by your speed i. I should worry. Slang is to language what feathers are to a hat they give it distinction, class. They lift it out of the drab commonplace. Still, I would not care to he dressed entirely in feathers, her mother thrust quietly. Good for you, Mother ! the girl exclaimed, throwing an arm about her neck and planking a firm kiss on her Grant, said the strang- er; Dennison Grant. I am employed by Mr. Landson, who has a ranch down the valley. If I am not mistaken you are Mr. Transley. "You are not mistaken, Transley replied. And I am perhaps further correct, continued Grant, in surmising that you are here on behalf of the Y.D., and propose cutting hay in this valley? Your grasp of the situation does you credit. Transleys manner was that of a man prepared to meet trouble somewhat more than half way. conAnd I may further surmise, tinued Grant, quite unruffled, that Y.D. neglected to give you one or two points of information bearing upon the ownership of this land, which would doubtless have been of interest to you? Suppose you dismount, said Transley. "I like to look a man in the nice when I talk business to him. Thats fair, returned Grant, swingI have a ing lightly from his horse. He adpreference that way myself. vanced to within arms length of Transley and for a few moments the two men stood measuring each oilier. It was steel boring steel; there was not a flicker of an eyelid. We may as well get to business. I Grant, said Transley at length. also can do some surmising. I surmise that you were sent here by Land-sm- i to forbid me to cut liny In this valOn wiiat authority lie acts I ley. neither know nor care. I take my orders from Y.D. Y.D. said cut the hay. I am going to cut it. He ns probably less than Transley, hut he would he easier to manage. . . . But who was looking for a husband? Not Zen. No, no. certainly not Zen. Then there was George Drazk, whose devotions fluctuated between und the latest fethat male to cross his orbit. At the thought hurt. Pete-horse- The Cross Circle is and printed in Red on every " HARMONIES genuine package of George Drazk Zen laughed outright. She had played with him. She had made a monkey of hint, and he deserved all he had got. It was not the first occasion upon which Zen had let AVE your interior walls tinted herself drift with the tide, always sure of justifying herself and discomthe exacf color. Exercise fiting someone by the swift, strong your own good taste in just strokes with which, at the right mothe color tones to bring out the best Zen ment, she reached the shore. features of every room. There is liked to think of herself as careering only one sure way. through life in the same way as she rode the horses of her fathers range. How many such a horse had thought that the lithe body on his bnek was something to race with, toy with, nnd, when tired of that, fling precipitately to earth! And not one of those horses but had found that while lie might race and toy with his rider within limitations, at the last that light body was muster, and not lie. . . . Y'et Zen loved best the Like the Thrills Going Down horse that raced wildest and was hardPeople who live in glass houses Tragedy in a nutshell Lion and twe est to bring into subjection. throw stones because they like the lion nnd one That was her philosophy of life so excitement. lion. Cassells Magazine. far as a girl of twenty may have a philosophy of life. It was to go on snd see what would happen, supported by n quiet confidence that in any pinch she could take care of herself. She had learned to ride nnd shoot, to sleep out and cook in the open, to ride the ranges after dark by instinct nnd the stars she had learned these tilings while other girls of her age learned the rudiments of fancy work and tjie scales of the piano. Her father and mother knew her disposition, loved it, nnd feared for it They knew that there was never a rider so brave, so skillful, so strong, but some outlaw would throw him at last. So at fourteen they sent her east to a boarding school In two months she was back with a letter of expulsiou, and the boast cf having blacked the eyes of the principal's daughter. They couldnt teach me any more, Mother, she said. of a Chevrolet this Spring ' They admitted it Suppose you have defiSo here I am. decided a is to order NOW. to nitely. buy Y.D. was plainly perplexed. "It's Chevrolet this Spring. about time you was halter-brokIf you do to he commented, whos goin to do It? That does not necessari- pay for in full this If a girl has learned to read and ly mean you any think, what more can the schools do dealer will arrange terms to get it. going for her? she demanded. to suit your convenience, And Y.D., never having been to Anyone posted on conso you ca npayasyou rule . ditions in the school, could not unswer. The sun was capping the Rockies bile business will You will be stir prised to with molten gold when the rancher thousands of learn how easy is to you and his daughter swung down the footfamilies are going to be pay for a Chevrolet. hill slopes to the camp on the South unable to get cars this Y.D. Strings of men and horses reThat has been Will Chevrolet Advance Prices? Spring. turning from the upland meadows true almost Ten makes of automobiles have every Spring could be seen from the hillside as they already advanced in price. In for years, but the shortdescended. epite of increased coeta of mathe Chevrolet price is terials, in age April, May Y.D.s sharp eyes measured the still the same. How long we cannot guarantee. Tomsk June, this year, is going scale of operations. sure of your Chevrolet at presto be more serious than Theyre liittin the high spots, he ent low prices ever before. That boy Transley said, approvingly. is a The only way to be sure Zen made no reply. I say hes a her fa- XT half-broke- n Instead afKalsomine or Wall Paper lion-hunter- lion-hunt- Family Be Happy This Spring? it not want at it are time, Chevrolet e, that tell that pants. My name is i it and hum-dinge- BUY NOW! r. hum-dinge- r, ther repeated. The Trout Ought to Bite on a Fine Evening Like This, Said Transley. forehead. That was a solar plexus. Now I'll try to be good and wear a feather only here and there. But Mr. Transley has nothing to do with it." "Of course not, said Y.D. Still, Transley is a man with snap in him. Thats why lie's boss. So many of these ornery is always wishin they was boss, but they ain't willin to pay the price. It costs somethin to get to the head of the herd au stay there. He seems firm on all fours, the How do we travel, und girl agreed. when ? You are not! Better take a democrat, I guess, Trnnsleys muscles could tie seen to her father said. We can throw in a tent and some bedding for you, as go tense beneath his shirt. Who will stop me? lie demanded. well maybe stay over a couple of You will lie stopped. nights. The blue sky is tent enough for The mounted police? There was me, Zen protested, "and I can surely contempt in ids voice, hut the contempt was not for the force. It rustle a blanket or two around the was for the rancher who would ap- camp. Besides, I'll want a riding horse to get around with there. peal to the police to settle a friendYou ran run him beside the demoly dispute. No, I don't think it will he necescrat, said her father. You're gettin' sary to call in the police, returned loo big to go campin promisc'us like Grant, dropping hack to his pleasant, when you was a kid. You know Y.D., nnd casual manner. That's the penalty for growing up, doubtless you feel quite safe under Zen sighed. "Ail right. Dad. Say two his wing. But you dont .know Land-son- . oclock?" The girl spent toe morning helping Neither do you know t lie facts of the case the right and wrong of it. her mother about the house, and castUnder these handicaps you cannot ing over in her mind the probable dereach a decision which is fair to yourvelopments of the near future. She would not have confessed outwardly self and to your men." "Further argument is simply waste to even a casual interest in Transley. of time, Transley interrupted. I have hut inwardly she admitted that the told jou my instructions, and I have promise of another meeting with him to'.d you that I am going to carry them gave zest to the prospect. Transley out. have you had your supper? was interesting. At least lie was out Yes. thanks. Ail right, we won't of the connnoi.plare. His hold directargue any more. I'm not arguing now ness had rather fascinated her. He Im telling you. Y.D. has cut hay had a will. Her father had always adin this valley so long he thinks he mired men with a will, and Zen shared owns it, nnd the other ranchers began his admiration. Then there was Linto think he owned it. But Landson der. The fierce light of Transley's has been making a few inquiries. He charms did not blind her to the glow finds that these are not public lands, of quiet capability which she saw in but are privately owned by speculators Linder. If one were looking for a husin New York. He has contracted with band, Linder had much to recommend The girl looked up with a quick flush of surprise. Y.D. was no puzzle to her, and if he went out of his way to commend Transley he had a purpose. Sir. Transley seems to have made a hit with you, Dad," she remarked, evasively. Well, I do like to see a man whos got the goodsf In him. I like a man that can get there, just as I like a horse that can got there. I've often wondered, Zen, what kind you'd take up with, when it came to that, an hoped he'd be a live crittur. After I'm dead on buried I dont want no other dead one spendin my simoleons." How about Mr. Linder, said Zen, naively. Her father looked up sharply. Zen, he said, youre not serious? I dont figure youre Zen laughed. exactly serious, Dad, In your talk uhout Y'oure just feeling out. Transley. Well let me do a little feeling out. IIow about Linder? I.inder's nil right, Y.D. replied. Better than the average, I admit. But lies not t lie man Transley is. If hr was, he wouldn't be workin for Transley. You ennt keep a man down, Zen. if lie's got the goods in him. Linder comes up over the average, sos you can notice it, but not like Transley does. Zen did not pursue the subject. She her fat iters philosophy understood very well indeed, and, to a large degree, she accepted it as her own. The only quality Y.D. took off his hat to was the ability to do things. And Y.P.s idea of things was very concrete; it had to do with steers and land, with hay and money and men. It was hy such tilings lie measured success. And Zer was disposed to agree with him. Why not? It was the only success she knew. In the next installment Zen arrives in Transleys camp and plays the foreman against the boss. What you foresee? complications do (TO HE CONTINUED.) Sure Enough! Oli, major!" called a farmer constituent, coming out to the gate. Tve got a puzzle here. The county seat newspaper came Just now with pnrt of a page doubled over and printed twice so that it cant he read. The headline over that part says, Governor Trickery Here Saturday, and I last Sat cunt tell whether It urday or moU Suturtk. mc-an- s Chevrolet Motor Company, Detroit, Mich. 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