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Show DICKS PAPT1D GeqrfeF Picked (Copyright by Dally Story Pub. Co.) I I , A HEIilC was Know on lh j h ' peaks and the wind wept m down the Blopes aud Ekur- I ried wildly through th tan- JpKp? The train pulled out from the little mountain .station and left a pusatinger who atooa on the platform looking ovei1 at the southwestern range an If dropped suddenly from another planet Into an unknown life which presented ptuale Of bewildering character. "lie you Misa Lyleford?" The girl looked attentively at the shaggy face as If with a view of cla Blfylng It and assigning it a place In the vast museum of human nature before be-fore admitting her identity. "I am. You, I suppose, ar Mr. Mawyer?" "Yaa; I'm Dick's pard." Miss Lyleford extended her hand to him, while a smile lit up her face brilliantly. bril-liantly. "I am deeply Indebted -to Dlck'i pard," she said. "No; It's t'other way 'round. I'm owln' you for a sight o' things; raor partlc'larly Dick's life." She clasped her hands and a look of anxiety replaced the smile with which she had greeted him. "He will get well?" "Sure now. The sight o' you'd call back a man what had already sUked his claim In t'other world and Med his application with the land office of-fice up yonder. He wouldn't want no land patent when he could take out the patent for the happiness o' Jest lookln' at you." The winning smile came back and dimpled her cheeks and filled each curve of her face with ripples ot light. "A girl what can make sunshine out o' all the clouds around her can take the grumps out o' any man," thought "Dick's paid." looking at her admiringly. admir-ingly. "Now, miss, we'd better mosey," ho said, "fer it's gittin' dark and the road 'long to our place Isn't jist the path I'd recommend a delicate young lady to take whpn she wanted a constitutional constitu-tional to brace up a run down system. sys-tem. You ain't skeered o' most thine, are ye?" "I don't think so." "No, I should think tf a river of fire end brim a tun was here and somebody "I Am Deeply Indebted to Dick's Pard," She Said. yon wanted to see was over yondef you'd gu to that person." "Possibly." "Then you won't mind a little rua like this. You see, we haven't any railroad to our mine. Sometime well ! have, when the workln's is more forwarder for-warder and we're a takln' the rocks ' out by tons. But it takes a time and ' while we're pegglnaway we've got to : git across the mountains the best we can, and that's burro train." ' The expositor of mountain travel yare a peculiar cluck, what he called a "wink of his voice," and his own i personally conducted train drew uy . beside him. Daisy Lyleford looked curiously at the strange little beast, with its pathetic expression of un-i un-i varying patience and strict devotion to duty. i "I never had a pass over this route," she said. "You won't find it such bad goln', ' though It isn't eka! to the lig'unin' express for speed. It gets there Ju.-t the same and lays over the express In the matter o' landin' you most generally gen-erally in one piece." He assisted .Miss Lyleford to moun; the palfrey of the hills and the journey jour-ney waa begun, the miner leading the burro along a narrow winding path ihat ran across the foothills and alons; the edge of the canyon that opened darkly Into the heart of the range. Thu sun weut suddenly behind the mountains moun-tains and night closed down early here while yet it was day in the valley. val-ley. Over In the southwest flashes of lightning gleamed across the purple pur-ple heights and thunder rolled faintly up the canyon. "You must not be afraid of our mountain storms. They don't amount 1 "I 8hall Not Be Afraid." , to much, 'cept to look pretty. An' this little cuss will take you safe as a rockta" boss." She smiled up at the rugged, kindly face that was dimly visible by the flashes of light. "I shall not be afraid of anything with you to take care of me. I remember re-member how good you were to Dick." "Sho', now! I didn't do anything for him. He was mighty good to ma when I hit the slag pile; that is, when I was down on my luck, you know." "I know what you did," she said, softly, and her voice was like a strain of music across the wind that drifted down from the mountain. "He told me how you were his friend when he first came to the mines, a 'tenderfoot,' ha called it, and how you 'knocked out' Big Stoker when he tried to play pranks on him. Then he told me abouthe time you went prospecting togemer on me west slope, it seems to me that I have gone over that trail scores of times. I have felt the desert sun blaze down on me till every drop of blood In my veins turned to fire. "And then the climb away up the mountain, stumbling over rocks and slipping on smooth slides and scaling almost vertical slopes, and then the top, shivering in the cold, freezing in the sharp winds." "It is a little coldishlike nights, waltln' fer the sun to rise; but, lordy! ain't it a fine sight when she does git up? It kind o' pays fer settin' 'round on top o' the hill tryin' to keep warm by a brush fire that goes out mos' as soon as it kindles." "Then that time Dick slipped on a glare of ice and fell down the side of the mountain into a crevice, and you crawled down and found him there hurt so that he could not move, and you put your own coat around him to keep him warm and sat against the wind to shelter him from It. You set his broken ankle and nursed him through all the days that he was helpless, help-less, watching him day and night. You scarcely ate anything In all the time that Dick could not be moved, lest the food that you had brought for -the journey should give out and Dick might suffer. Then, when he' was able to bear the motion, you carried him in your arms down to the plain and to the little station and took care ; of him till he was well." "Sho", now! Did Dick tell you all that stuff ?" . "He would have died that time if it had not been for you." "That's nothln' fer a man to do." "I think it is a great thing for a man to do. It shows friendship, and I think that is not a common thing in life." "Dick's my partner." he said, quietly. Miss Lyleford ' Vard men say "he is my brother" . il'.i less of the finality of self-surrender that was expressed ex-pressed in the simple statement of the relationship of this miner with his friend. She heard a soldier say once "He is my comrade," with something of the der?p, soft, earnest intonation of her escort. A note in the sound cf her voie? reminded re-minded him of a voice he used to know away back in the years his boyhood years when he used to play with s. girl in the Echoolhcuse yard. That voice had drifted away in silence si-lence long ago and he had not thought of it for years, except sometimes when he lay awake nights and heard a soft wind sweep through the pine trees. To his ear the wind had an undertone of sadness, as if it might have drifted over a grave. - A blaze of lightning lit up the moun-'ain moun-'ain pathway. From the narrow ledge that wound around a steep wall of -ock the girl looked down into the depths of a canyon that seemed to open into the heart of the earth. 'Balaam will take you safe through, no matter how shaky it looks. ' She looked up into the kindly, reas-uring reas-uring face, and smiled confidently. "I am not afraid; but it all seems so strange and so beaut'ful, and awful. aw-ful. It is uplifted so far above the world that I do not seem to belong to earth any more. I wonder how the people who are used to such scenes feel, and if they are not larger and jrander than we who live on the common com-mon levels." "I s'pose most f1':?. pre rb-.ut the ame old bad pennies, no matter where they live nor what they look at." "How do you know abut me so far away?" "Dick had told me where he come from, and then, when he w:as out o' his head, he talked ab ut you, and I thought mebbt you ..i back where he did. He didn't ta'k about anybody else, and I thought m bbe you might be all he had. and then I sent the telegram hoping you might get it and 1 come." "You and I are all he has, and we will save him." The man lifted his face up toward the dark sky. "Yes, please God, we'll save him." They had 'eft the -arrow de'ile and were on a lrgh nlrt au. "There is Tent Tcv. n jrjst bsfore us. That is our camp. We have no houses yet. Will you mind staying in a tent?" "I shall love it. I never saw a tent kefore. It will be such a novel experience ex-perience to live in one." "That is his tent that has the light In it. Away over there, where Ve olouds have divided and there is a big, white star shining down onto it." They fixed their gaze on Hie v. hits tent and silence fell upon :n ;:i-.il they had reached the little cluster .f tents and Daisy's escort led ber 1 1 tie one next that on which the white star shone. ! "This is yours next to his. Bill's taking care of Dick. Do you see the pink light in the window? That means he is better. I told Bill to put that light in the window if he was so that you might see it." I She stood for a moment in the doorway and looked over toward the east, where Thanksgiving day would dawn in a few hours. How full of eladness was the deep, dark night. u-jh a large profit for the invest-r-t --hould pu a great deal of enthusiasm into the poultry business u'tah. The production o'f this type of a 'ien was not haphazard luck but was ' "veloped by careful experimenta-on, experimenta-on, and fed with scientific exac-ess. exac-ess. The men who have taken part during this eight years of experimentation experi-mentation are to be congratulated not only for producing Queen I'r.ma, the champion hen, but also for the oi hers that have made such w.M-.d'?r-ful records during that time. |