By DAVID ANDERSON
Author of “The Blue Méon™
Copyright by The Bobbe-Marrill Cav
CHAPTER XIl—Continued.
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*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
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“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
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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
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CHAPTER XII
Ashes of the Past,
roofed cottige saw of the young
preacher~—breakfast by candle light;
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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
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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,
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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
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irish Lace Collar,
must be worn properly and with each
detall in perfect harmony with the
Mouffiing
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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
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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. Pretty,
delicate bands of brilllants, colored
stopes or finely wrought designs in
gold are becoming and popular,
Luster Candlesticks Reflect Light.
Candlesticks of luster reflect the can
die light In a most delightful way,
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