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Show -- '" ' THE BINGHAM NEWS, BINGHAM, UTAH . I The Big"Town'Round tip I ' V By'; WILLIAM.-MACLEO- . RAINE I Copyrijht by William MacLeod Rain .' "1 expect jney are, and a ui uot uie I won't help, thera find you. ; Yeull have to show Cause If I don't."' ' i ' 'His bnrk.ls niuch worse than hla bite," the girl explained to Clay, Just as though her father were not present '; limp!" exploded the mining mag-- , nate a second time. "Get busy, young fellow.'", . Clay told the story of the fifty-five- - i dollar suit that L Bernstein had '. wished on him with near-tear- s of re- - " gret at parting from It The cow- - , 4 , puncher dramatized the situation with w ., some native talent for mimicry. HU ' arms- - gestured like the lifted wlngof- - """Tt' a startled cockerel, 'JA man gets a . chance at a garment like that only once, to'.'a while occasionally. Which , you can take It from me that when I. , Bernstein sells a suit of clothes It l F shust l(ke he Is dealing with his own ',"'' brother. Qvallty, my frlendts, qvallty t "1 ' I Why, I got anyhow , a"-sut- which t ' 4 ' might be married 1ft without shameP uu'erstan' me." '""'' - ' ' v . Colin Whltford was ofhe West him-- t self.; He had lived Its rough-an- d tumble '( life for years . before he made bis . lucky strike In tlie Bird Cage, He had " .. . . J moved from Colorado to New York ,' only ten years before. The sound ot, J Clay's drawling voice was like a mea-- , sage froni homo. He began to grla In spite of himself. This man was too f ood to be true. It wasn't possible . that anybody could come to the big town and Import into it so naively , such a genuine touch of the outdoor ' West. 'It was not possible, but It had ' ') ; happened Just the same.' Long before , the cow ' puncher had finished his story , ... of hog-tyln- g the Swede to a hitching post with .his own hose, the mining man was sealed of the large tribe of . Clay Lindsay's admirers. He was BEATRICE WH1TFORD 8TNOPSIS.-- A foreword tells this: Motoring throuKh Arizona, a party of easterner!, father and daughter and a male companion, top to witness a cattle round up. The girl leaves the car and Is at-tacked by a wild steer. A master-piec- s of riding on the part of ono of the cowboys saves her Ufa. Then the story begins thus: Clay Lind say, range-rid- er on an Arizona ranch, announces his Intention to visit the "big town," New York. On the train Lindsay becomes in-terested In a young woman, Kitty Mason, on her way to New Tork to become a motion-pictur- e actress. She Is marked as a fair prey by a fellow traveler, Jerry Durand, gang politician and fighter. 1 Perceiving his Intention, Lindsay I provokes a quarrel and throws Durand from the train. 1" CHAPTER II 2 Continued. Clay stopped In front of Kitty and said he hoped she would have no trouble making her transfer In the cltv. The irlrl wna nn frtfd Rhn hud river of humanity that races up Brood-wa- He wondered where all tills rush of people was going. .What crazy Im-pulses sent them surging to and fro? And the girls Clay surrendered to them at discretion. He had not sup-posed there were so many pretty, well-dress-girls In the world. "First off I'm goto' to get me a real city suit of clothes," he promised him-self. "This here wrinkled outfit Is soriie too woolly for the big town. It's a good suit yet 'most as good as when I bought It at the Boston store In Tucson three years ago. But I reckon I'll save It to go home In." He stopped In front of a store above which was the legend "I. Bernstein, Men's Garments." A small man with sharp little eyes and well-define- d nose was standing to the doorway. "Might you would want a good suit of quality clothes, my frlendt," he sug-gested. "You've pegged me right," agreed the westerner with his ready smile. "Lead me to It" Mr. Bernstein personally conducted his customer to the suit department Inclinations into the park. He struck across the Drive into a side street. An apartment house occupied the corner, but from the other side a row of hand-some private dwellings faced him. The janitor of the apartment house was watering the parking beyond the sidewalk. The edge of the stream from the nozzle of the hose sprayed the path In front of Clay. He hesi-tated for a moment to gjve the man time to turn aside Use hose. But the Janitor on this particular morning had been fed up with trouble. One of the tenants had .complained of him to the agent of the place, ' Another had moved away without tipping hlra for an hour's help in packing he had given her, ne was sulkily of the opin-ion that the whole world was in a conspiracy to annoy him. Just now the approaching rube typified the world. A little flirt of the hose deluged Clay's newly shlned boot and the low-er six Inches of his trousers. "Look out what you're doing I" pro-tested the man from Arizona. "I tank you better look where you're going," retorted the one from Sweden. furious rage availed him nothing. When Clay stepped back to Inspect his Job he knew he was looking at one that had been done thoroughly. '"I keel you, by d n, ef you don't turn me loose!" roared the big man in a rage. The range-ride- r grinned gayly at him. He was having the time of his young life. He did not even regret his suit . "Life's just loaded to the hocks with disappointment,' Olle," he explained, and his voice was full of genial sym-pathy. "I'll bet a dollar Mex you'd sure like to beat me on the head with a two-by-fou-r. But I don't reckon you'll ever get that fond wish gratified. We're not liable to meet up with each other again pronto. Today we're here and tomorrow we're at Yuma, Arizona, say, for life is short and darned fleetln', as the poet fellow says." He waved a hand Jauntily and turned to go. But he changed his mind. His eye had fallen on a young woman standing at a French window of the house opposite. She was beckoning to him imperiously. mistress took, the responsibility on her own shoulders. She led the police-man Into the hall "I don't really sec how he could have got in here without some of us seeing him, officer," y "No, ma'am. I don't see how he could." The patrolman scratched his red head. "The janitor s a Swede, anyhow. He Jlst guessee it I came to hiake sure av It I'll be sorry for tro lbllng yuh, miss." I v The smile she gave him was warm am, friendly. "Oh, that's all right. If yoi 'd care to look around . , But there really Is no use.", ', 7 " No." The forehead . under the red thatch wrinkled in thought "He said he seen hlra come in here or next door, an' he came up the steps. But nobody coi Id have got to without some of youse seeln' hlm. That's a lead pipe." The officer pushed any doubt that from his mind. "Only a muddle-h-eaded Swede." CHAPTER IV t '. , Clay Takes a Transfer. While Beatrice Whltford waited In iL. IILu ah A ( n n to join her, she sat In a deep cbalr, chin in hand, eyes fixed on the jetting flames of the gas-lo- A little flush had crept into the oval face. In her blood there tingled the stimulus of For into her life an adven-ture had come from faraway Cattle-lan- d. , (A crisp, strong footstep sounded in the hall. Her fingers flew to pat Into place the soft golden hair coiled low at the nape of the neck. At time's she had a boylike unconcern of sex ; again, a spirit wholly feminine. The clothes of her father fitted Lindsay loosely, for Colin Whltford had begun to take on the flesh of mid-dle age and Clay was lean and clean of build as an elk. But the westerner was one of those to whom clothes are unimportant. The splendid youth of him would have shone through the rags of a beggar. "My name is Clay Lindsay," he told her by way of introduction. "Mine is Beatrice Whltford," she answered. . .''' ' They shook hands. "I'm to wait here tUl'mjr clothes ry, 4ore man 8as., "Then "you'd better' sTtdowri.ghe suggested. ' rcauy to nuie mm irora au ine poucw , to New York.: - i'-- v Whltford told Stevens to bring in . the suit so that he - could gloat over it He let out a whoop , . s of delight at sight of Its still sodden appearance. , He examined Its sickly , hue with chuckles of mirth. ' "Guaranteed not to fade or shrink," murmured Clay sadly. ,! He managed to get the coat on with difficulty. The sleeves reached Just be-- ; ' low 'the elbows."" w ' w-- r' . ; "You look like a lifer, from Sing Sing," pronounced Whltford joyously. . , "Get a hair-cu-t end you won't have . t a chance on earth to fool the police." ' " "The color did run and fade some," , admitted Clay. . ' , '"Worth every cent of nine ninety-- eight at a bargain sale before the Swede got busy with it and he let you have it at a sacrifice for fifty-fiv- e - dollars!" The millionaire wept happy tears as a climax of his rapture. He swallowed his cigar smoke and had to ' , be pounded on the back by his duugh- - ter.- Jenkins came to the door and an- - nounced "Mr. Bromfield." . , . Immaculate riding clothes sauntered . ' Into the room. He had the assured xne young woman disappeared as ne crossed the street but in a few mo-ments the door opened and she .stood there waiting for him. Clay stared. He had never before seen a girl dressed like this. She was in riding boots, breeches and coat Her eyes dilated while she looked at him. "Wyoming?" she asked. "Arizona," he answered. "All one. Knew it the moment I saw you tie him. Come in." She stood aside to let him puss. That hall, with its tapestried walls, its polished floors, and oriental rugs, was reminiscent of "the movies" to Clay. Nowhere else had he seen a home so stamped with the mark of ample means. . .. "Come in," she ordered again, a lit-tle sharply. He came in and she closed the door. "I'm sopping wet I'll drip all over the floor." "What are you going to. do? You'll be arrested, you know." She stood straight and slim as a hoy, and the frank directness of her gaze had a boy's sexless unconsciousness. There came to them from outside the taprtap-tap-ta- p of a policeman's night stick rattling on the curbstone. "He's calling help." sensed the antagonism that had flared up between them in that moment when they had faced each other Ave minutes before. "Where's Mr. Durand?" she asked. "He got off." "But the train hasn't stopped." "It's Just crawlln' along, and he was in a hurry." Her gaze rested upon an angry bruise on Ills cheek. It had not been there when last she saw him. "I don't understand it," she mur-mured, half to herself. "Why would he get oft before we reached the de-pot?" ,, She was full of suspicions, and the bruise on the westerner's cheek did not tend to allay them. They were still unsatisfied when the porter took her to the end of the car to brush her clothes. The discretion of that young man had its limits. While he brushed the girl he told her rapidly what he bad seen in the vestibule. "Was he hurt?", she asked breath-lessly. "No'm. I looked out and seen him stnndln' beside the track Jes' a blue streak. He's a sho-'noug- h bad actor, that Jerry Durand." Kitty marched straight to her sec-tion. The eyes of the girl flashed anger. "Please leave my seat, sir," she told Clay. The Arlzonan rose at once. He knew that she knew. "I was intendln' to help you off with yore grips," he said. She flamed Into passionate resent-ment of his interference. "I'll attend to them. I can look out for myself, sir." With that she turned her back on him. CHAPTER III Ths Big Town. When Clay stepped from the station t the Thirty-fourt- h Street entrance New York burst upon him with what seemed almost a threat He could hear the roar of It like a river rushing down a canyon. Clay had faced a cattle stampede. He had ridden out a bliz-zard hunched up with the drifting I wait on you myself on account you was a stranger to the city," . he ex-plained. The little man took a suit from a rack and held It at arm's length to ad-mire It. His fingers caressed the woof of it lovingly. He evidently could bring himself to part with it only after a struggle. ' "Worsted. Fine goods.". He leaned toward the range-ride-r and whis-pered a secret "Imported." Clay shook his head. "Not what I want." His eyes ranged the racks. "Tills is more my notion of the sort of thing I like." He pointed to a blue serge .with a little stripe In the pat-tern. The dealer detached the coat lov-ingly from the hanger and helped his customer Into it. Then he fell back, eyes lit with enthusiastic amazement Only fate could have brought together this man and this suit, so manifestly destined for each other, since the hour when Eve began to patch up fig leaves for Adam. "Like a coat of paint," he murmured aloud. The cowpuncher grinned. He under-stood the business that went with sell-ing a suit In some stores. But It hap-pened that he liked this suit himself. "How much?" he asked. The owner of the store dwelt on the merits of the suit, its style, its dur-ability, the perfect fit, He covered his subject with artistic thoroughness. Then, reluctantly, he confided to a whisper the price at which he was go-ing to sacrifice this suit among suits. "To you, my frlendt, I make this garment for only sixty-fiv- e dollars." He added another secret detail. "Below wholesale cost" A little devil of mirth lit in Lind-say's eye. "I'd hate to have you rob yoreself like that And me a perfect stranger to you too." "Qvallty, y understan me. " Which a man must got to live garments like I done to appreciate such a suit All wool. Every thread of It, Unshrlnk-atle.- " Mr. Bernstein caressed it again. "One swell piece of goods," he told himself softly, almost with tears in his eyes. "All wool, you say?" asked Clay, feel-ing the texture. He had made up his ease of one who has the run of the ., house. Miss Whltford introduced the two young men and Bromfield looked ' the westerner over with a suave in- - ,'; solence in his dark, handsome eyes. ; ' Clay recognized him Immediately. , He had shaken hands once before with ; young man, and on that occasion a fifty-doll- ar bill had . A Smothered, "Vat T'elll" Rose Out of the Waters. He was a heavy-se-t muscular man, with a sullen, obstinate face. "My shoes and trousers are sopping wet. I believe you did It oh purpose." "Tank so? Val, yust one teng I lak to tell you. I got no time for d n fule talk." The westerner started on his way. There was no use having a row with a sulky Janitor. But the Swede misunderstood his purpose. At Clay's first step forward he Jerked round the nozzle and let the range-ride- r have it with full force. Clay was swept back to the wall by the heavy pressure of water that played over him. The stream moved swiftly up and down him from head to foot till it had drenched every inch of the pertect suit He drowned fathoms deep In a water spout He was swept over Niagara Falls. He came to life again to find himself the choklns center of a world Within five minutes she knew that he had been in New York less than three hours. Ills Impressions of the city amused and entertained her. He was quite simple. She could look into his mind as though it were a deep, clear well. There was something in-extinguishably , boyish- - - and buoyant . about him. But in his bronzed face and steady, humorous eyes were strength and shrewdness. He was the last man in the world a bunco-steer- er could play for a sucker. She felt that. Yet he made no pretenses of a worldly wisdom he did not have. A voice reached them from the top of the stairs. "Do you know where Miss Whltford Is, Jenkins?" "Hln the Bed room, sir." The an-swer was in the even, colorless voice of a servant. The girl rose at once. "If you'll ex-cuse me," she said, and stepped out of the room. "Hello, Bee. What do you think? I "I can explain how It happened." "No. He wouldn't understand. They'd find you guilty." To a manservant standing in the background the young woman spoke. "Jenkins, have Nora clean up the floor and the steps outside. And remember I don't want the police to know this gentleman Is here." "Yes, miss." "Cornel" said the girl to her guest Clay followed his hostess to the stairs and went up them with her, but he went protesting, though with a chuckle of mirth. "He sure ruined my clothes a heap. I ain't fit to be seen." . The suit he had been so proud of was shrinking so that his arms and legs stuck out like signposts. The color had run and left the goods a peculiar bilious-lookin- g overall blue. She lit a gas-lo- g In a small library den. "Just a minute, please." : She stepped briskly from the room. In her manner was a crisp decision, in mind to buy it, though he thought the price a bit stiff. Mr. Ilemsteln protested on his honor that there was not a thread of cotton In It. "Which you could take it from me that when I sell a suit of clothes It is like I am dealing with my own brother," he added. "Every gar-ment out of this store takes my per-sonal guarantee." Clay tried on the trousers and looked at himself in the glass. So far as he could tell lie looked just like any other New Yorker. The dealer leaned iuikCd UuJ Eoke in a whisper. Apparently he was ashamed of his softness of heart. "Flfty-flv- e dollars to you." "I'll take it," the westerner said. The clothier called his tailor from the rear of the store to make an ad-justment In the trousers. Meanwhile he deftly removed the tags which told him in cipher that the suit had cost him Just eleven dollars and seventy-fiv- e cents. Half an hour later Clay sat on top of a Fifth avenue bus which was Jerk-ing its way uptown. His shoes were shlned to mirror brightness. He was garbed in a blue serge suit with a little stripe running through the pattern. That suit Just now was the apple of his eye. It proved him a New Yorker and not a wild man from the Arizona desort. The motor-bu- s ran up Fifth avenue, cut across to Broadway, passed circle, and swept Into the Drive. It was a (lay divinely young and fair. The fragrance of a lingering spring was wafted to the nostrils. Glimpses of ti'ie park tempted Clay. Its wind-lu- g paths! The children-playin- on the grass while their niald.s In neat cups and aprons gossiped together on the benches near! This was the most human spot the man from Arizona hud seen In the metropolis. Somewhere In the early three-figur- e streets he descended from the top of the bun ami let his footsteps follow hig flood. He gave a strangled whoop and charged straight at the man behind the hose. The two clinched. While they struggled, the writhing hose slapped back and forth between them like an agitated snake. Clay had one ad-vantage. He was wet through anyhow. It i did not matter how much of the deluge struck him. The Janitor fought to keep dry and he had not a chance on earth to succeed. For one hundred arid seventy-flv- e pounds of Arizona bone and muscle, toughened by years of Iiard worU in sun and wind, had clamped itself up-on him. The nozzle twisted toward the Janitor. He ducked, went down, and was instantly submerged. When he tried to rise, the stream beat him back. He struggled halfway up, slipped, got again to his feet, and came down sit-ting with a hard bump when his legs skated from under him. A smothered "Vat tjell !" rose out of the waters. The janitor could not un-derstand what was happening to him. He did not know that he was being treated to a new form of the water cure. Before his dull brain had functioned to action an iron grip had him by the back of the neck. He was Jerked to ids feet and propelled forward to the curb. Every inch of the way the heavy stream from the nozzle broke on nls face and neck. It paralyzed his re-sistance. Jarred him bo that he could not gather himself to fight. Cluy bumped htm up against a hitching post, gnrroted him, and swung the hose around the pot In such n way as to encircle the feet of the man. The cowpuncher drew the hose tight, Flipped the nozzle through the Iron ring, and caught the flapping arms of the man to his body. With the deft skill of a trained roper ("lay swung the rubber i iie round the body of the man iignln and again, drawing )t close to the post and knotting It securely be-hind. The Swede struggled, but his her poise a trim gallantry tnat won him Instantly. Til bet she'd do to ride with," he told himself in a current western Idiom. . ' , , j. When she came back it was to take him to a dressing room. A complete change of clothing was laid out for hlra on a couch. A man whom Clay recognized as a valet he had seen his duplicate In the moving picture thea-ters at Tucson was there to supply his needs and attend to the tempera-ture of his bath. "Stevens will look after you," she' said ; "when you are ready come back to dad's den." Hla eyes followed to the door her resilient step. Once, when he was a boy, he had seen Ada Behan play In "As You Like It." Her acting had en-tranced ulna. Tills girl carried him back to that hour. She was boyish as Rosalind, woman in every motion of her slim and lissom body. At the head of the stairway she paused. Jenkins was moving hurriedly up to meet her. "It's a policeman, miss. 'E's come about the the person that came in, and 'e's talkln' to Nora on the steps. She's 'lm, as you might say, miss." His young mistress noaded. She swept the hall with the eye of a gen-eral. Swiftly she changed the position of a Turkish rug so ns to hide a spot on the polished floor thut hud been recently scrubbed and was still moist. Then she opened the door and saun-tered out. ' "Does the olllcer want something, Nora?" she asked innocently, switch-ing the end of a crop against her "Yes, iiiNh. There's been u ruffian ibftiii' up Swedes an' tyln' 'em to posts, h'hls olllcer thinks he came here," ex-plained Norn. f "Doe he want to look In the hmyT" "Yes, miss," ' J " "Then let Ida come In." The oung never saw sucn raiois as uie poucw ui this town are. They're watching this house for a desperado who assaulted some one outside. I met a sergeant on our steps. Says he doesn't think, the man's here, but there's Just a chance he slipped' into the basement It's ab-surd." "Of course it Is." There was a rip-ple of mirth to the girl's voice. "He didn't come In by the basement at all, but walked In at the front door." "The front door !" eiploded her fath-er. "What do you mean? Who let him In?" "1 did. He carat; as my guest, al uij invitation." "What?" "Don't shout, dad," she advised. "I thought I had brought you up better." "But but but what do you mean?" he sputtered. "Is this ruffian to the house now?" "Oh, yes. He's in the Red room here and unless he's very deaf ho hears everything we are saying," the girl answered calmly, much amused at the amazement of her father. "Won't you come In and see him? He doesn't seem very desperate." Clay arose, pinpoints of laughter dancing in his eyes. He liked the guy audacity of this young woman. A moment later be was offering a brown hand to Colin Whltford. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Whltford. Yore daughter has Just saved my life from the police," the westerner sold, and his friendly smile was very much In evidence. "Yu make yourself nt home," owner of a large per cent of tin stock of the famous Bird Cage mine "My guests do, dad. It's proof tliot I'm a perfect hostess," retorted P.eatrice, her dainty, provocative face hashing to mirth. "limp!" grunted her lather dryly. "I'd like to know, young man, why the police are shadowing this house?" "I expect they're iookla' for me." "His Bark Is Much Worse Than His Bite," the Girl Exclaimed to Clay. passed from one to the other. The New Yorker evidently did not know hlra. It became apparent at once that Bromfield had called to go riding in the park with Miss Whltford, That young woman came up to say good-b-to her new acquaintance. "Will you be here when I get back?" "Not If our friends outside give me a chance for a getaway," he told her. Her bright, unflinching eyes looked Into his. "You'll come again and let us know how you escaped," she In-vited. "H I's going to pop In about three seconds," announced Clay to himself. . (TO UK CONTINUED.) "Might You Would Want a Good Suit of Quality Clothes, My Frlendt?" He Suggested. herd. He had ifved rough all his young and Joyous life. But for a moment he felt a chill drench at his heart that wos almost dread. He did not know a poul In this vast populace. He was Alone among seven or eight million crnzy human beings. He had checked Ms pnltcase to he free to look about. He had no destina-tion and was In no hurry. All the day wn.i before him, all of many days. He drifted down the street nnd across to Sixth avenue. chance swept him up Sixth to Her-ald r.Miinre. ?te was caught In the Transferred the Attachment Oldfriend. I expected to hear, of your marriage before this. If I re-member rightly there wus quite an ituehment between you and Miss 'MaliH;yiiK-e-. l.otlmrlo That attachment's bro-ke- n off. But she's' suing nic f"r breach of promise u-- put an at-tachment ou my bank aecuuuL ( |