By DAVID ANDERSON Author of “The Blue Méon™ Copyright by The Bobbe-Marrill Cav CHAPTER XIl—Continued. : sen] te *An' did y'u think t' take the ol man by su'prise? Did y'u, lad?” He opened his mouth in another apheaval of silent merriment, his still slnewy shoulders heaving up and down and jostling his iron-gray locks about his ears. : “Jist bracin’ y'urself fr the rush, werdn't y'u?" “]—I—thought y'u was b'hind the log.” The old ranger's eyes danced and his mouth spread wide. “I wus.” “Yes—but how?—w'y | had m’ eyes on that log every second.” *®gzac'ly’—the sinewy shoulders heaved up and down again—"calc’- fated y'u would. 'Stid o' keepin’ y'ur eye on the log, y'u ort 'a’ kep' It on the pass to the nighest cover—ol’ In- fin trick—show y'u some time.” The young man glanced at the log, aoted the space of practically apen VR. —ams - “An’ Did Y'u Think t' Take the OF Man by Su'prise? Did Y'u, Lad?” ground that must In order to reach and turned to his “rank admiration. “Wonder if I ever will be as handy as you?’ “"Tain't likely—y'ur Ife don't de- pend on It, like mine use'n to sixty years ago. Y'u're far handler a'ready than any other man In the woods. But wooderaft will never ag’'in he what it once’'t wus. People even kinda look down on It, now'days. wrapped up in book l'arnin’ an’ grabbin’ an’ money graspin’ that they think It's a kind of disgrace—some of ‘em—t' even l'arn t' shoot. No, no, have been crossed the nearest cover, aged companion in once't wus—never ag'in’” A faint suspicion of bitterness, of homesickness for scenes long gone— for the stimulating uncertainties of the perilous trall—quavered In the old man’s tones. He stooped, plucked off a tender shoot from a sassafras sprout and stood chewing it medita- tively. “How come y'u left yur trall s open this morning?” asked Jack. “I picked it up where y'u jumped the road.” The question seemed to recall the old man’s straying thoughts. “Yes, an’ y'u ort’ 'a' picked It up long b'fore. Y'u crossed it twice't b'fore ever y'u come down the bluffs once’t about a hundred yards west o' the pheasant’'s nest, an’ ag'ln a leetle uo'th of whar y'u stood lookin’ down at Hen Spencer's ol’ cabin. Y'n didn't hardly act like y'urse'f this mornin’ ¥'u acted kinda keerless an' fur away, like-——s0 1 left the trall open a leetle thar at the road an’ at the erick.” The young man turned away and stood gazing out across the brush-tan. gled hollow, “And me thinkin’ t' take by su'prise the famous ranger that found the trall of the great Tecumseh, when It was hid from the best of the runners,” he sald warmly—*and you was jist playin’ with me.” At reference to the far-famed achlevement of his younger days. the shoulders of the old hunter seemed to grow a little more erect, while his dark eyes glowed with a faint sugges- tion of the fire that In bis prime had made them the hardest palr of eyes of the border to pass unseen. “Well, not jist playin’, nuther.” He Somed hard on the gassafras sprout a oment. “You must ‘a’ purt nigh run ifito that gal a lettle bit ago?” A statement with the force of a qugstion--the young man started, but hid the movement by fumbling with his sore shoulder. The terrified face of the mountain girl freshened In his mind, with the dread of discovery In her startled eyes. He hitched the blouse loose from his shoulder and glanced out across the hollow without meeting his old friend's look. “What gal? The old man jerked a hand toward the opposite bluff, “Aw, I Jist glimpsed one a-peakin’ along through the brush yonder an’ "lowed mebbe y'u might 'a’ run acrosst ert... He’ stood chewing the sassafras » LOCK shoot and looking away down the hol- low in the direction of Black rock. The young man breathed easler—the girl's secret was safe. The hawkllke eyes had missed the chance meeting —geemingly the one thing they had missed, as his next words half star- tingly disclosed. “What did y'u make o' them tracks y'u foller'd ylsterd’y—f'om them bushes on the edge o' the cliff back o y'ur cabin an’ past the ol’ log? I see'd y'u'd be'n foller'n’ 'em as I crossed the trail m'se’f this mornin." The young man bent an amazed look upon his aged friend, lost In won- der at his marvelous woodcraft. i got a look at the man that made ‘em,” was his slow answer, “While he lald b'hind that log s-watchin' me straighten up the fence. I don’t think he knows I saw 'lm, but I did—Iit was the feller that stirred up all that rum- pus at the schoolhouse night b'fore last.” p The. old man threw away his sassa- fras shoot; an eager seriousness crossed his face. “That wus Black Bogus” The younger man stared. “No!” “Hit were.” The woodsman fell suddenly thoughtful ; glanced away across the hollow toward where the double trall led through the woods. The old man studied him curiously. It may be each was thinking the same thought—that strange resemblance that had so puz- zled them both—but nelther let fall any inkling of it to the other. “Al knows Im,” Uncle Nick went on after a moment. “He's a friend of Loge Belden's—an’' he thinks mebbe he's harborin’ up thar with lm.” He jerked his thumb up the hollow toward where a section of the warped roof of Loge Belden's squalid cabin barely protruded above the bushes; seemed to welgh his next words be foe letting them fall “Anyhow, I thought ¥'d p'int m' nose up the crick an' kinda throw an eye on Loge's cabin t' see If 'e is.” “An' If 'e is—7' the other ques tioned, having caught the curious look. The caution of a lifetime in the woods prompted the old hunter to look guardedly In every direction be- fore answering. “Don’t let on y'u know {t"-<he came a step nearer—"but Al says Belden b'longs t' the same gang o' cutthroats down Vincennes way that Black Bo- gus does, an’ he thinks more 'n likely they're plottin® t' crack ol' Sime Col- in's safe.” The hardness that had cdme at the mountain girl's warning crept again the woodsman’'s eyes, but he made no comment, “I "low y'u nee'n’ U' be told they ain't neither one got much time fr you, after what happened at the post office an' at the schodlhouse-—an' they're the kind that won't stay licked, an’ the kind that strikes in the dark.” Jack picked up the heavy shotgun from where he had laid it aside when about to rush upon his old friesd, thoughtfully blew a dead grass blade out from between the hammer and the lock, but offered no word. The old man again bent his furtive look upon him and went on. “Black Bogus—they's fifty sheriffs a-lookin’ f'r him, an’ a standin’ reward of five thousan' dollars, dead ‘'r allve—" The young man flinched, keenly at the other, “Uncle Nick—y'u wouldn't—!" “No, 1 wouldn't,” the old man re plied with Instant readiness to the half-implied Imputation. “Ive shot men in my time. 1 never sold one.” He stepped around the great sugar magpke, motioned fer the other to fol- low, Mind stole away along the brow of the bluff, quite obviously in serious earnest, The young woodsman fell into the trafl. Steeped In the caution that came from much living alone, he sald nothing, but it was the one thing that had brought him to the woods that morning--to have a look at Loge Bel. len’s cabin. Reaching a point, at length, a short distance below where the suspected cabin squatted, they crept down the bed of a dry wash-out and through some thickets of brier and hazel until they lay within less than a hundred yards of its crude and mud daubed walls, There seemed to be no one about except the comely mountain girl, who came to the open door a time or two to look out, as If she expected some one—some one that she would rather not see, to judge by the troubled ex- pression of her face—a face whose tragic sadness had so Impressed the woodsman at that strained and hur ried Interview, ; It was late In the forenoon when, above them on the hillside, they heard the swish of a bggsh swinging back into place after having been dragged aside. Uncle Nick held up a cautious finger, and they crouched lower in the cover, There came the snap of a dry stick; 8 man emerged from the swaying bushes and stole toward the back door of the cabin, passing within a dozen steps of where they lay. There could be no mistaking the powerful form and truculent face with its stubble of beard--it was Black Bogus. looked ———— CHAPTER XII Ashes of the Past, roofed cottige saw of the young preacher~—breakfast by candle light; w supper the same; an hour of twilight with Texle on the rustic seat at Whis- pering spring. The rest of the day he spent In the study at the parsonage, where, at the Insistence of the vener. able widow, he lunched. He proved to be a very studious man. It was a rare thing indeed to wee him in day- light when his peering eyes were not poring over a book, with another usually tucked under his arm. Jack Warhope had not yet climbed the bluffs to the woods on thé morn- ing of that eventful day that flared forth the startled face of the moun- tain girl with her hurried warning; its dawn still clung to cliff and scar, and many candles were still alight in the village, when the preacher left the parlor bedroom and came out om the porch, Texie was already on the lawn, flit. ting about among the flowers and gathering a bouquet for the breakfuSt table, She was llke them—the flowers; as much a part of the rich. life of the lawn as they. Life-it radiated from every curve of her pliant body; it was the one thought that came first to mind when looking on her. There were butterflies In the mellow glow already arched above the rimi of the east and sifting in through the eool trees adrip with dew, but she was more alive than they. centration left the face of the man on the porch and there came over features a curious sadness—a sadness touched with fire, as If within him had suddenly flared up some desperate battle of the soul. The girl had heard the step on the porch, With the coveted blossom in her hand st last, she placed it with the others, and turned with a smile of sensible frankness, ¥ The precise and studious concentra- tion Instantly returned to the eyes be hind the spectacles, the stoop came back to the capable shoulders, snd, with the quick, mincing step that was a8 much a part of him ss the frock coat and neck stock, he came down off the porch and joined her. With the stately and somewhat pon. derous courtesy of seventy years ago, be allowed to cut the flowers, when the back of the yard. was just step leaving the rumpled trafl in the The old banker apparently full of ts nccustomed strength and color. “W'y, father, I expected you'd stay in bed a while this morning yet, after that-—fainty spell the other night.” “Bed! No place f'r a well man after daylight"—he pulled himself up to the iast Inch of his gaunt height ; stretch up his arms; filled his chest with the dew-washed air; expelled It with an explosive exclamation that scared a couple of blackbirds in the branches above; and the crags and battlements | of his grim old face smoothed them selves out into an expression as near I am a well man—fit as a fiddle.” “But, father, you don't think of goin’ to the-—office t'day ?” “Aw, I reckon y'u'd all rar up if 1 did.” have yu at home all wish y'u never would go back t' that horrid ol’ office ag'in.” and patted her shoulder, “You're a good gal, Texle, I dunno y'u, now that—that-" He stopped; let his eyes stray up the river and far into the east, all I To Ml + ER / « A «> r » <n y A Man Emerged From the Swaying Bushes and Stole Toward the Back Door of the Cabin, ¢ mya@r. flushed and spangled with the close coming of the sun; the girl bent her head ; the preacher stood fumbling the shears in his hand, “Mebbe I will quit the office one o' these days.” His eyes were still lost In the east; he spoke as If his heart was there, His daughter ralsed her head and searched his face, “You alw'ys say that, but y'u never do.” “1 dunno, better walk out than be carried out, they say, an’ I've come ai: mighty nigh that very thing a time 'r two-~heap nigher"-he brought his eyes back out of the east, noticed the hurt on his daughter's face and patted bor shoulder, (TO BR CONTINUERDY { { | i i i MORE SE tinction Than Conspicu- ous Model. To no one is an attractive appearance more essential than to the business girl. While clothes do not make the woman, nevertheless they have a lot to do with the Impression she creates, and first Impressions count for a great deal, This does not mean that it Is neces sary to dress like a debutante going to tea or to a fashionable luncheon, as many girls seem to think. The first thing to learn and to hold to Is that there is nothing smarter than simplicity of the right kind. A well made simple frock or suit has Infinite ly more distinction than the more con- splcuous models whose vogue wanes quickly. Within the last few years so many women have gone {nto business that they have become an important factor In the world of clothes. Designers, realizing this, have given thought to tain individual touches which take away any suggestion of uniformity. The evening dress has two of the sallent points of the winter fashions, One Is the tiered front of circular flounces and another is that it is white, Collections show a large Bumbet of white frocks, crystal trimmed or With a touch of silver embroidery, Bhe Is a wise woman who knows the “does and don'ts” of fashion. One must study carefully the various styles ae they are presented and, out of many, seléct those few that are best adapted to one’s needs and environment. It Is not enough to buy clothes that are correct from the standpoint of fashion and appropriateness. They i i Panels Banded In Gray irish Lace Collar, must be worn properly and with each detall in perfect harmony with the Mouffiing i i Several rules which one of the lead. ing designers recently gave out as the secret of a smart appearance this sea- son are well worth following. The first rule is “be feminine and discreet and wear a wide skirt, thus gaining In grace and freedom of movement”; Things to Know About 80 much velvet is being worn these days that it is very convenient to know how to clean and care for It, so that it will give the maximum amount of wear. Because of the soft nap, writes a correspondent, velvet requires an ex- tra amount of attention to keep It looking well. The nap must be kept raised and clean to show Its beauty, If the velvet should become spotted by the rain, steam the whole surfice to make the shade the same. Do got brush the velvet before steaming as that will make the flap cling together. Never brush the surface of velvet un- til it 18 dry. Stains may be removed from velvet by sponging with alcohol. There ure special methods for re moving specifice stains, as grease and paint, This is done by the application of dry cleaner and sponging with ben- zine or turpentine, Much depends on the brushing of velvet. Use a plece of the material itself or a brush that has soft elastic bristles. The bristles are better not too soft If the material needs to be cleaned, as they will bring the dust to the surface. In brushing to clean, twist both the cloth and the brush. This will bring the dust out of nap and it ean easily be shaken the velvet by beating from the wrong side. Do this over every spotgof the garment or material to be cleaned. To freshen the appearance of velvet, sponge the wrong side with warm wa- ter and then draw gently back and forth over a hot iron. If there are Ly first holding the material over a RVICEABLE New Three-Piece Suit Is Velvet Embroidered i | { | { i The tailleur is more fanciful this | winter. This new Paris design in a | three-pleco suit is of black velvet em. | broidered in natier blue wool and gold | with elaborately plaited collar and cuffe | | next is “worship embroideries and wel. | | come furs, the baundsomest of all trim mings.” Another point that be emphasizes Io that one should wear glowing colors | and choose rich materials, Also te | bear in mind that evening gowns are | | never too gOrgeous. | Then follows a list of “don'ts,” and | | uhder this heading comes the admoni- | | tion “not to reveal too Indiscreetly | | what ought only to be guessed at” He | cautions egainst a tendency toward | | sults too tallored In effect and alse | advises ngainst weuring black ex- | | clusively, | May Be Aid to Girls | Who Have Wispy Locks | | Have you the sort of bair that at its | | very best looks like a last year's bird's nest, and is your constant despair on | | all occasions when you want to keep | | neat and well-groomed? | of girls suffer from this sort of bair, | and it's so expensive always to keep It well waved and curled that a word of | hope to sufferers such as these may | | not be out of place! Wispy hair, If it's not bobbed, bad | far better be plalted close to the face | and rolled down over each ear—a | method which effectually gets rid of short ends. It it's bobbed, on the other hand, it's a tip to remember that ond can have the ends permanently turned round and under, without any other | permapent waving being done to the hair, at about an eighth the cost of | the whole process—Young Ladies’ | Journal, Fancy Dress for Tots Much originality is displayed in the | fancy dress costumes for little girls. | One little white and gold frock rep resents a clock with all the numerals and the two hands on the front. On the back are little signs reading “Fast,” “Slow” and “Wind.” Another costume features all the notes in the musical scale. Cleaning Velvet Gown | pan of boiling hot water and brushing the nap with a very stiff brush. The | steam that tomes through the nap of | the velvet will raise It. After rubbing { the wrong side over the hot iron be { careful not to disturb the nap on the right side until it Is perfectly dry. Brilliant Decorations for Women’s Headdress The formal occasions of the soclaff season have made evident that head dress Is again in vogue. With the new colffures, extremes, from the Madonna to the Cupid, it takes a woman of much moral courage to wear the convention. al crownlike tiara. The styles are ag new and as many as the modes of dressing the hair. An enchanting bit Is a spray of si). ver-dusted leaves that holds the back of the hair from ear to ear. Another crosses thé forehead, ending at the ears, over each of which Is a Jong bunch of silver grapes that almost touches the shoulder. This Is one of the extreme designs that express Ori. ental Influence. A head ornament of pearls on a eap- like frame of openwork covers the head completely, with ornaments curv. ing over the cheeks, The eccentric fancy Is decidedly Egyptian. 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