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SYNOPSIS.
George Williston, a poor ranchman,
high minded and cultured, searches for
cattle missing from his ranch—the "Lazy
H." On a wooded spot In the river's bed
that would have been an island hud tlie
Missouri been at high water, he discovers
a band of horse thieves engaged in work
ing over brands on cattle. He creeps
near enough to note the changing of the
"Three Cars" brand on one steer to the
"J. 11." brand. Paul Langford, the rich
owner of the"Three Bars ranch, is sent
for by Willislon and is informed of the
operations of the gang of cattle thieves,—
a band of outlaws headed by Jesse Black,
who long have defied the law and author
ities of Komah county, South Dakota,
with impunity, but who, heretofore, had
not dared to molest any of the property
of the great "Three Bars" ranch. Willis
ton shows his reluctancy in opposing a
band so powerful in politics and so dread
ed by all the community. Langford
pledges Willislon his friendship if he
will assist In bringing "Jesse Black" and
his gang tn justice. Langford is struck
with the beauty of Mary, commonly
known as "Willlston's little girl." Louise
Dale, an expert court stenographer, who
had followed her uncle, Judge Hammond
Dale, from the east to the "Dakotahs,"
and who is living with him at Wind City,
is requested by the county attorney,
Richard Gordon, to come to Kemah and
take testimony in the preliminary hear
ing of Jesse Black. She accepts the Invi
tation and makes her first trip into the
wild Indian country. Arriving at Velpen
across the river from Kemah. she is met
by Jim Munson, a hot headed cowboy of
the"Three Bars" ranch.
CHAPTER IV.
"Maggot."
An hour prior to this little episode
.Tim Munson had sauntered up to
the ticket window only to find that the
train from the east was 40 minutes
late. He turned away with a little
shrug of relief. It was a foreign role
he was playing—this assumption of
the duties of a knight in dancing at
tendance on strange ladies. Secretly,
he chafed under it; outwardly, he was
magnificently indifferent. He had a
reputation to sustain, a reputation of
having yet to meet that which would
lower his proud boast that he was
afraid of nothing under the sun, neith
er man nor devil. But he doubted his
ability so to direct the point of view
of the Boss or the Scribe or the rest
of the boys of the Three Bars ranch,
who were on a still hunt for his spot
of vulnerability.
The waiting room was hot—unbear
ably so to a man who practically lived
in the open. He strolled outside and
down the tracks. He found himself
wishing the train had been on time.
Had it been so, it —the impending
meeting—would now have been a
thing of the forgotten past. He must
needs fortify himself all over again.
But sauntering down the track toward
the stockyards he filled his cob pipe,
lighted it, and was comforted. He
had a 45-minute reprieve.
The boys had tried most valiantly
to persuade him to "fix up" for this
event. He had scorned them indig
nantly. If he was good enough as
he was—black woolen shirt, red neck
erchief and all —for men, just so was
he good enough for any female that
ever lived. So he assumed a little
swagger as he stepped over the ties,
and tried to make himself believe that
he was glad he had not allowed him
self to be corrupted by proffers of
blue shirts and white neckerchiefs.
He was approaching the stockyards.
There was movement there. Sounds
of commands, blows, profane epithets,
and worried bawlings changed the
placid evening calm into noisy strife.
It is always a place interesting to
cowmen. Jim relegated thoughts of
the coming meeting to the back
ground while he leaned on the fence,
and, with idle absorption, watched the
loading of cattle into a stock car. A
switch engine, steaming and splutter
ing, stood ready to make way for an
other car as soon as the present one
should be laden. He was not the only
spectator. Others were before nim.
Two men strolled up to the side op
posite as he settled down to musing
interest.
"Gee!" he swore gently under his
breath, "ef that ain't Bill Brown! Yep.
It is, for a fac'. Wonder what he's
a shippin' now for!" He scrambled
lightly over the high fence of the pen.
"Hullo, there, Bill Brown!" he yell
ed, genially, making his way as one
accustomed through the bunch of re
luctant, excited cattle.
"Hullo yourself, Jim! What you
doin' in town?" responded the man ad
dressed, pausing in his labor to wipe
the streaming moisture from his face.
He fanned himself vigorously with his
drooping hat while he talked.
"Gal huntin'," answered Jim, sober
ly and despondently.
"Hell!" Brown surveyed him with
astonished but sympathetic approba
tion. "Hell!" h« repeated. "You
don't mean it, do you, Jim, honest?
Corno, now, honest? So you've come
to it, at last, have you? Well, well!
What's comin' over the Three Bars?
What'll the boys say?"
He cauie nearer and lowered his
voice to > confidential ton#. "Say,
.Tim, how Aid It come about? And
who's the lady? Lord, Jim, you of all
people!" He laughed uproariously.
"Aw, come off!" growled Jim. in
petulant scorn. "You make me tired!
You're plumb luney, that's what you
are. I'm after the new gal reporter.
She's due on that low-down, ornery
train. Wish —it —was in kingdom
come. Yep, I do, for a fac'."
"Oh, well, never mind! I didn't
mean anything," laughed Brown, good
naturedly. "But it does beat the
band, Jim, now doesn't it, how you
people scare at petticoats. They
ain't plzen—honest."
Jim looked on idly. Occasionally
he condescended to head a rebellious
steer shutewards. Out beyond it was
still and sweet and peaceful, and the
late afternoon had put on that thin
veil of coolness which is a God-given
refreshment after the heat of the
day. But here in the pen all was con
fusion. The raucous cattle-calls of
the cowboys smote the evening air
startling])*.
"Here, Bill Brown!" he exclaimed
suddenly, "where did you run across
that critter?" He slapped the shoul
der of a big, raw-boned, long-eared
steer as he spoke. The animal was
on the point of being driven up the
shute.
"What you want to know for? asked
Brown in surprise.
"Reason 'nough. That critter be
longs to us, that's why; and I want to
know where you got him, that's what
1 want to know."
"You're crazy, Jim! Why, I bought
that fellow from Jesse Black t' other
day. I've got a bill of sale for him.
I'm shippin' a couple of cars to Sioux
City and bought him to send along.
That's on the square."
"I don't doubt it—s' far as you're
concerned, Bill Brown," said Jim, "but
that's our critter jest the same, and
I'll jest tote 'im along 'f you've no ob
jections."
"Well, I guess not!" said Brown, la
conically.
"Look here, Bill Brown," Jim was
getting hot headedly angry, "didn't
you know Jesse Black stands trial to
morrow for rustlin' that there very
critter from the Three Bars ranch?"
"No, I didn't" Brown answered
shortly. "Any case?"
"I guess yes! Williston o' the Lazy
S saw this very critter on that island
where Jesse Black holds out." He
proceeded to relate minutely the story
to which Williston was going to swear
I've a 8111-of-Sale for Him.
on the morrow. "Hut," he concluded,
"Jesse's goin' to fight like hell against
bein' bound over."
"Well, well," said Brown, perplexed
ly. "But the brand, Jim, it's not
yours or Jesse's either."
"'Quainted with any J R ranch in
these parts?" queried Jim, shrewdly.
"I ain't."
"Well, neither am I," confessed
Brown, "but that's not sayin' there
ain't one somewhere. Maybe we can
trace it back."
"Shucks!" exploded Jim.
"Maybe you're right, Jim, but I
don't propose to lose the price o' that
animal less'n I have to. You can't
blame me for that. I paid good money
for it. If it's your'n, why, of course,
it's your'n. But I want to be sure first.
Sure you'd know him, Jim? How
could you be so blamed sure? Your
boss must range 5,000 head."
"Know him? Know Mag? I'd know
Mag ef my eyes were full o' soundin'
cataracts. He's an old and tried friend
o' mine. The meanest critter the
Lord ever let live and that's a fac'.
But the boss calls 'im his maggot.
Seems to actually churish a kind o'
'fection for the ornery critter, and
says the luck o' the Three Bars would
sort o' peak and pine ef he should
ever git rid o' the pesky brute. Maybe
he's right. Leastwise, the critter's his,
and when a thing's yours, why, it's
yours and that's all there is about it.
By crack, the boss is some mad!
You'd think him and that wall-eyed,
cross-grained son-of-a-gun had been
kind and lovin' mates these many
years. Well, I ain't met up with this
ornery critter for some time. Hullo,
there, Mag! Look kind o' sneakin',
now, doa't you, wearin' that outland
ish and unbeknownst J R ?"
Bill Brown thoughtfully surveyed
the steer whose ownership was thus
so unexpectedly disputed.
"You hold him," insisted .Mm. "Ef
he ain't ours, you can send him along
with your next shipment, can't you?
What you wobblin' about? Ain't afraid
the boss 'll claim what ain't his, are
you, Bill Brown?"
"Well, I can't he'p myself, I guess,"
said Brown, in a tone of voice which
told plainly of his laudable effort to
keep his annoyance in subjection to
his good fellowship. "You send Lang
ford (Jfiifu here first thing in the morn
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1908.
in*. If lie says the critter's liis'n that
ends it."
Now that he had convinced his
quondam acquaintance, the present
shipper, to his entire satisfaction,
Jim glanced at his watch with os
tentatious ease. His time had come.
If all the minutes of all the time to
come should be as short as those 40
had been, how soon he, Jim Munson,
cow puncher, would have ridden them
all into the past. Isut his "get away"
must be clean and dignified.
"Likely bunch you have there," ho
said, casually, turning away with un
assumed reluctance.
"Fair to niiddlin'," said Brown with
pride.
"Shippin' to Sioux City, you said?"
"Yep."
"Well, so long."
"So long. Shippin* any these
days, Jim?"
"Nope. Boss never dribbles 'em
out. When he ships he ships. Ain't
none gone over the rails since last
fall."
He stepped off briskly and vaulted
the fence with as lightsome an air as
though he were bent on the one er
rand his heart would choose, and
swung up the track carelessly hum
ming a tune. But he had a vise-like
grip on his cob pipe. His teeth bit
through the frail stem. It split. He
tossed the remains away with a ges
ture of nervous contempt. A whistle
sounded. He quickened his pace. If
he missed her —well, the boss was a
good fellow, took a lot of nonsense
from the boys, but there were things
he would not stand for. Jim did not
I need to be told that this would be one
of them.
The platform was crowded. The
yellow sunlight fell slantingly on the
gay groups.
"Aw, Munson, you're bluffin', jested
; the mail carrier. "You ain't lookin'
I fer nobody; you know you ain't. You
i ain't got no folks. Don't believe you
never had none. Never heard of 'em."
"Lookin' for iny uncle," explained
Jim, serenely. "Rich old codger from
the state o' Pennsylvaney some'ers.
Ain't got nobody but me left."
"Aw, come off! What you givin' us?"
But Jim only winked and slouched
off, prime for more adventures. He
was enjoying himself hugely—when
lie was not thinking of petticoats.
CHAPTER V.
At the Bon Ami.
Unlike most of those who ride much
her escort was a fast walker. Louise
had trouble in keeping up with him,
I though she had always considered her
self a good pedestrian. But Jim Mun
son was laboring under strange em
barrassment. He was red-facedly
conscious of the attention he was at
tracting striding up the inclined
street from the station in the van of
the prettiest and most thoroughbred
girl who had struck Velpen this long
time.
Not that he objected to attention
under normal conditions. Not ho! He
courted it. His chief aim in life
seemed to be to throw the limelight
of publicity, first, on the Three Bars
ranch as the one and only in the cate
gory of ranches, and to be connected
with it in some way, however slight,
the unquestioned aim and object of
existence of every man, woman and
child in the cattle country; secondly,
on Paul Langford, the very boss of
bosses, whose master mind was the
prop and stay of the northwest, if not
of all Chirstendom; and lastly, upon
himself, the modest, but loyal servi
tor In this Paradise on earth. But girls
were far from normal conditions.
There were no women at the Three
Bars. There never had been any
woman at the Three Bars within the
memory of man. To be sure, Willis
ton's little girl had sometimes ridden
over on an errand, but she didn't
count. This—this was the real thing,
and he didn't know just how to deal
with it. He needed time to enlarge
bis sight to this broadened horizon.
He glanced with nonchalance over
his shoulder. After all, she was only
a girl, and not such a big one, either.
She wore longer skirts than Willis
ton's girl, but he didn't believe she
was a day older. He squared about
immediately, and what he had meant
to say he never said, on account of
an unaccountable thickening of his
tongue.
Presently he bolted into a building,
which proved to be the Bon Ami, a
restaurant under the direct supervis
ion of the fat, voluble and tragic Mrs.
Higgins, where the men from the
other side of the river had right of
way and unlimited credit.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Missed the Towpath.
There was a little girl, five years old
or so, living in an inland town up the
state, according to the Philadelphia
Ledger. Near her home there was no
river, nor, in fact, any water but the
Krio canal. ''
The child's mother made a visit to
New York, and on her return was tell
ing of her trip down the bay, and of
how wonderful the sea had looked to
her. Her little girl was listening
eagerly.
"Tell me just what the sea Is like,
mamma," she said.
Her mother made an effort.
"There's the beach," she said, "all
smooth, white sand. You stand on it
and look out upon the ocean, and all
you can see is water, just moving wa
ter, waves coming in and breaking—
nothing but water and sky."
The child sat trying to picture it,
then, in an awed little whisper asked:
"Oh, mamma, isn't there a tow
path ?"
Gilding Book Covers.
Gilding on book covers is dono by
means of engraved brass or electro
typed patterns, heated and pressed
over the gold leaf, which is fixed by
an albuminous si*©—white of
QUARTERS FOR SHEEP.
Mistake to Have the Barn Too
Warm.
A pood sheep barn is a poor one.
This may seem to bo absurd, but the
facts support such a statement. There
is no question but that many flocks
are rendered unhealthy and therefore
less productive by reason of too close
housing. In few sections do sheep
need more than a windbreak and rain
shed. Some of our best shepherds
have kept their flocks for decades with
Soiling Sheep Fold.
only such sheds as would prevent the
flock being exposed to direct winds,
rain and snowstorms.
The cut shows the type of sheep
barn found on the farm of a success
ful shepherd, which might be copied
with success. In this instance the
sheep are kept upon forage crops
grown in four adjacent lots. The flock
may be turned into any lot at pleas
ure.
It is well to have this building
equipped with a large ventilating
window In the end near the gable or
two small windows such as shown in
the sketch. These, however, should
be equipped with a sash that may be
closed in severe weather.
Many farms where sheep are kept
are equipped with a barn cellar in
which the flock has been kept with
varying success. The barn cellar is
an excellent place for sheep If rightly
arranged. There should be plenty of
openings to the south, allowing sun
to reach all parts of the stable, so
as to keep it thoroughly dry. Thorough
drainage is essential.
There must be ventilation at the
rear of the stable. A bad practice is
to keep the sheep in stables on stable
manure, says Farm and Home. The
fermenting manure destroys the color
and texture of wool. A hint which
has been worth many dollars to mo is
to use only long straw, hay or weeds
for bedding sheep. If short straw or
sawdust is used it gets into the fleece
and is an everlasting nuisance.
WHY DO YOU CROSS-BREED?
A Question Which It Would Be Well
for Some Farmers to Answer.
I know a number of farmers who
have a hobby for cross-breeding
among their stock, especially hogs. I
have never been able to understand
the reason for this. If the breeders
spent years trying to perfect a
breed, how can we hope by one cross
to improve upon it? Some claim that
It is necessary to infuse new blood
Into the breeding stock, and this is
well enough; but why should that new
blood be other than of the same
breed? We can get a male of the same
breed that is not akin to our stock
and still keep the breed pure. It is
a pretty sight to see all the hogs or
poultry on a farm the same breed and
color. Then it is good policy to keep
the breed pure, for it has been proved
beyond a doubt that pure-bred stock
are the most profitable. It is simply
an old fogyism that causes farmers to
persist in this old practice of trying
to improve the best breeds that have
taken scientific breeders many years
to breed up to the present state of per
fection. There may be reasons, and
good ones, why cross-breeding is
practiced, but I have never heard
them given.
A ROASTING PIG.
Age for Killing and How to Dress for
Cooking.
To prepare a pig for roasting
choose one four or six Weeks old
which is plump and fat and has had
an abundance of milk. The best way
to kill such a pig, says Farm and
Home, is to stick him with a sharp
two-edged knife, cutting the artery
on the left side of the throat.
Scald by immersing him several
times in boiling water and scrape with
a dull knife. Heat the water to about
200 degrees, which is just hot enough
to scald. Don't leave the pig in the
water long, or It will be cooked un
der the skin. Scald thoroughly sev
eral times and then wash with cold
water. Lay the pig on Its back, cut
open lengthwise and remove the en
trails. Wash thoroughly with cold
water. Then deliver to the housewife
to stuff with dressing, sew up, and
bake whole.
Getting a Uniform Flock.
In handling ewes during winter I
find it good practice to separate those
who are reduced in flesh and give them
a little extra feed. This will soon pro
duce a uniform flock, which is what
we want.
Goats are becoming popular where
sheep are kept largely, but where the
farmers cannot bo interested in sheep
they cauuot be interested in goaU.
AS YET UNKNOWN TO FAME.
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Can Any One Place This Quotation
from Philosopher?
Louis Jones of the Grand opera
house had the blues. His brother, a
colored man, usually In good humor,
had 'em, too. Neither knew just why
he had 'em, but they had 'em just the
same. They talked of the weather,
the times and a dozen other gloomy
subjects. There was nothing sunny
in the soul of a patron or a barber.
Finally both sighed in concert and a
silen»e fell over the shop—yes, over a
barber shop. The colored man was
the first to speak. After several mo
ments of silence he gave vent to an
other sigh and said:
"Well, as de old philosopah says:
'Ef yo' ain't got nothin,' now's yo'
time.'"
Jones is still wondering who the
philosopher was.—lndianapolis News.
He Certainly Can.
Mrs. Benham—You used to say
that I was your life.
Benham —Can't a man get tired of
life?
PURE FOOD.
No Food Commissioner of Any State
Has Ever Attacked the Absolute
Purity of Grape-Nuts.
Every analysis undertaken shows
this food to be made strictly of Wheat
and Barley, treated by our processes
to partially transform the starch
parts into a form of Sugar, aud there
fore much easier to digest.
Our claim that it is a "Food for
Brain and Nerve Centres" is based
UIJOU the fact that certain parts of
Wheat and Barley (which WP use) con
tain Nature's brain and nerve-building
ingredients, viz.: Phosphate of Pot
ash, and the way wo prepare the food
makes it easy to digest and assimilate.
Dr. Geo. W. Carey in his book on
"The Biochemic System of Medicine"
says:
"When the medical profession fully
understands the nature and range of
the phosphate of potassium, insane
asylums will no longer be needed.
"The gray matter of the brain is
controlled entirely by the inorganic
cell-salt, potassium phosphate.
"This salt unites with albumen, and
by the addition of oxygen creates nerve
fluid, or the gray matter of the brain.
"Of course, there is a trace of other
salts and other organic matter in
nerve-fluid, but potassium phosphate
is the chief factor, and has the power
within itself to attract, by its own law
of affinity, all things needed to manu
facture the elixir of life. Therefore,
when nervous symptoms arise, due to
the fact that the nerve-fluid has been
exhausted from any cause, the phos
phate of potassium is the only true
remedy, because nothing else can
possibly supply the deficiency.
"The ills arising from too rapidly
consuming the gray matter of the
brain cannot be overestimated.
"Phosphate of Potash, is to my
mind, the most wonderful curative
agent ever discovered by man, and
the blessings it has already conferred
on the race are many. But 'what
shall the harvest be' when physicians
everywhere fully understand the part
this wonderful salt plays in the
processes of life? It will do as muclf
as can be done through physiology to
make a heaven on earth.
"Let the overworked business man
take it and go home good-tempered.
Let the weary wife, nerves unstrung
from attending to sick children or en
tertaining company, take it and note
how quickly the equilibrium will be
restored and calm and reason assert
her throne. No 'provings* are required
here. We find this potassium salt
largely predominates in nerve-fluid,
and that a deficiency produces well
deflned symptoms. The beginning and
end of the matter is to supply the
lacking principle, and in molecular
form, exactly as nature furnishes it in
vegetables, fruits and grain. To sup
ply deficiencies —this is the only law
of cure."
Please observe that Phosphate of
Potash is not properly of the drug
shop variety but is best prepared by
"Old Mother Nature" and stored in
the grains ready for use by mankind.
Those who have been helped to better
health by the '"* eof Grape-Nuts are
legion.
"There's a Reason."
BRAIN POWER
Increased by Proper Feeding.
A lady writer who not only has done
good literary work, but reared a fam
ily, found in Grape-Nuts the ideal food
for brain work and to develop healthy
children. She writes:
"I am an enthusiastic proclaimer of
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merly had no appetite in the morning
and for 8 years while nursing my four
children, had insufficient nourishment
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"Unable to eat breakfast I felt faint
later, and would goto the pantry and
eat cold chops, sausage, cookies,
doughnuts or anything I happened to
find. Being a writer, at times my
head felt heavy and my brain asleep.
"When I read of Grape-Nuts I began
eating it every morning, also gave it
to the children, including my 10
months old baby, who soon grew as
fat as a little pig, good uatured and
contented.
"I wrote evenings and feeling the
need of sustained brain power, bogan
eating a small saucer of Grape-Nuts
with milk, instead of my usual indi
gestible hot pudding, pie, or cake for
dessert at night.
"I grew plump, nerves strong, and
when I wrote my brain was active and
clear: indeed, the dull head pain never
returned."
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' The Simple Life.
1 Abe, a light mulatto, called upon a
" : minister for whom he had formerly
! | worked.
1 "Yo' know, boss, I'se gwine be mar
j rled nex' week," he admitted halting
' j ly, according to Lippincott's Maga
! I zine. "I'se gwine to marry Miss May
| Felicity Johnson, an' May she say
' ! she wants ter be married jus' like
! white folks." "All right, Abe, I'll
' marry you if you want," the minister
' replied. "How much you gwina
j charge?" "It will cost you $5 to ha
! I married like .white folks." Abo
" scratched his head. "Guess we'll hab
' ter be married like colored folks,
1 then," he said. "You see, boss, we's
1 goin' to housekeeping an' I ain't got
but SS."
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Plan Beautiful Cemetery.
Munich is to have one of the most
beautiful graveyards in Germany.
The city has purchased about 30Q
acres of romantic forest land about
five miles from Its borders, which will
be used as a cemetery. It will be the
first forest graveyard in Germany, and
■ it is to be so used that its idyllic
; character will be preserved.
What a Settler Can Securo In
WESTERN CANADA
160 Acres Grain-Crowing Land FREE.
20 to 40 Bushels Wheat to the Acre.
40 to 90 Bushels Oats to the Acre.
35 to 50 Bushels Barley to the Acre.
Timber for Fencing and Buildings I" REE.
Good Laws with Low Taxation.
Splendid Railroad Facilities and Low Rate*.
Schools and Churches Convenient.
Satisfactory Markets for all Productions.
Good Climate and Perfect Health.
Chances for Profitable Investments.
Some of the choicest grain-producing lands in
Saskatchewan and Alberta may iiuw be ac
quired in these most healthful aud prosperous
sections under the
Revised Homestead Regulations
by which entry may be made by proxy (on cer
tain conditions), by the father, mother, son
daughter, brother or sister of intending home
steader.
Kntry f*** 1 iu eaeli case isslo.oo. For pamphlet,
"Last Best West, "particulars as to rates,routes,
best time togo and where to locate, apply to
H. M. WILLIAMS.
Law Building, Toledo, Ohio*
PPJ STCSITO Watson F.. Coleman, Patent Attor-
J» H 8 E.KV I A 5L oy ' in Ktou. IXO- Advic#
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