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CHAPTER I—On Frontier day at Sleepy
tat, Henry de Spain, gunman and train
master at Medicine Bend, Is beaten at
target shooting by Nan Morgan of Music
Mountain. Jeffries, division superinten
dent. asks De Spain to take charge of the
Thief River stage line, but he refuses.
. CHAPTER ll—De Spain sees Nan danc
ing with Gala Morgan, Is later derisively
pointed out to Nan on tha street by Qalej
and is moved to change his mind and ac
fcept the stage line job:
A man, who appeared to be in au
thority, walked to the center of tha
dancing-floor, made an announcement
that De Spain failed to catch, and
looked toward a young couple stand
lng in an attitude of waiting at tha
head of the hall.
All eyes being turned their way. Da
Spain's attention as well was drawn
'toward them. The mau was powerful
in stature, and rather too heavy, but
straight as an Indian. His small, red
dish face was tanned by the sun and
•wind, and from the handsome hat down
to the small, high-heeled and spurred
♦loots, he wore the distinctive cowboy
rig of the mountains. Do Spain
seemed to recall that this particular
fellow had crowed the loudest when
he himselt forfeited the shooting-match
earlier in the day.
But De Spain, unamiable as he now
■was, looked with unconcealed interest
at the man's dancing partner. She,
too, was browned by the mountain sun
and air—a slight, erect giri aer neaa
well set, and a delicate waistline above
a Delted, Drown skirt, which just
reached the tops ef h=? small, high
tan riding boots. *oro a soft,
French-gray cow toy hnfi Her eyes,
noticeably pretty, wandered about the
platform, reflecting In their unrest the
dissatisfied expression of her face. A
talkative woman standing just in front
of De Spain, told a companion that the
man was Gale Morgan, a nephew of
Satterlee, Inziesi of the Morgans. De
Spain at once recognized in the danc
ing partner the little Music Mountain
girl who had been his undoing at the
■target.
The energetic piano thumped the
strains cf a two-step. Gale Morgan
extended his arm toward Nan; she
looked very slight at his side. Then,
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©he, Too, Was Browned by the Moun
tain Sun and Air.
responding with a sort of flery Im
patience to her partner's guiding, she
caught the rapid step of the music,
end together the tv.-o swept down the
floor. The spectators soon showed
their admiration of the dancing with
•unrestrained handc'.applng, and fol
lowed with approving outcries. Every
swaying step, etery agile turn proved
Jiow sure Nan was of herself, and how
perfectly her body answered to every
exaction of the quick movement of the
dance. Gale Morgan seemed the mer
est attendant for his partner, who, with
quickened pulses, gave herself up more
*nd more to the lively call of the
music.
Once the*two swung away out, near
to De Spain's corner. As Nan whirled
by, De Spain, either with the infec
tion of the music or from her near
ness to him, caught his breath. His
eyes riveted themselves on her flushed
face as she passed—oblivious of his
presence—and he recalled how in the
morning she had handled her rifle in
the same, quick, sure way. De Spain
eould not dance at all; but no one
could successfully accuse him of not
knowing how to handle any sort of a
gun. It was only now he forgave her,
unasked, the humiliation she had put
on him. He felt an Impulse to go up
to her—now that she had stopped
dancing—and congratulate her honest
ly, instead of boorishly as he had done
At the match.
But while he thought of this the two
SATURDAY EVENING,
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dancers disappeared, and a new and
rougher party crow ded out on the floor.
"Xow, Isn't that a pretty bunch!"
exclaimed the talkative woman again.
"That's the Calabasas gang. Look at
Sandusky, that big fellow, with the
crooked Jaw. And Harvey Logan, with
his black lmlr plastered over his eyes.
Why, for one drink those two fellows
would turn loi.?e on this crowd and kill
half n dozen. And there's two of Duko
Morgan's cowboys with-them, boozing
old Bull Pago, and that squint-eyed Sas
soon—he's worse than the others, that
fellow—a fine bunch to allow in this
town."
It had become second nature to De
Spain to note even Insignificant de
tails concerning men, aud he took an
interest in aud remarked how very low
Logan carried his gun in front of his
hip. Sandusky's holster was slung
higher and farther back on the side.
Logan wore a tan shirt id khaki. San
dusky, coat less, was dressed in a white
shirt, with a red tie, and wore a soiled,
figured wais* -oat fastened at the bot
tom by a cuc-glass button.
The Sleepy Cat gossip commented on
how much money these men had been
spending all day. She wondered aloud,
reckless apparently of consequences,
who had been robbed, lately, to pro
vide It. ller companion scolded her
for stirring up talk that might make
trouble; averred she didn't believe
half the stories she heard; asserted
that these men lived quietly at Cala
basas, minding their own affairs. "And
they're kind to pooj folks, too." "Sure"
grimaced the obdurate one, "with other
people's money."
De Spain, discontented, turning
ag;rln into Main street, continued on to
the Thief River stage barn. After look
lt>~ the horses over and Inspecting the
wagons with n now but mild curiosity,
awakened by Jeffries' proposal, De
Spain walked back toward the station.
He had virtually decided not to take
the Job. Medicine Bend was his home.
He kpew every man, woman and child
In the town. Before the tragic death
of his father, his mother had lived
there, and De Spain had grown Bp ID
the town and gone to school there. He
was a railroad man, anyway—a modest
trainmaster—and not eager for stage
line management.
As he passed Grant street again he
encountered a party on horseback
heading for the river bridge. Three
of the men wrxo riding Rbroast and a
little ahead. Of these, the middle
.horseman win spare man of frankly
disreputable air. His face was drawn
up into a one-sided smile. Satt Mor
gan's smile was habitual and lessened
his stern aspect. At his right rode his
cousin, Duke Morgan, older, shorter
and stouter. His square, heavy-Jawed,
smooth-shaven face was lighted by
hard, keen eyes, and finished by an un
compromising r hiu. Duke was the real
head of the clan, of which there were
numerous branches in ihe Superstition
mountains, all looking with friendli
ness or enmity to the Morgans of Mor
gan's gap.
The yellow-haired man riding on the
left, with a red face and red-lidded,
squinting eyes, showed none of the
blood of his companions. But David
Sassoon, the Calabasas gambler, quon
dam cowboy, and chronic brawler,
stood In some way close to the differ
ent Morgans, and was reputed to have
got each of them, at different times,
out of more than one troublesome af
fair. either by sheer force of arms, or
through his resourceful cunning.
(To Be Continued)
"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER XXI.
(Copyright, 1917, Star Company)
I climbed the stairs slowly, my
thoughts intent upon Tom Norton and
his friend. So absorbed was J that
I did not see my employer standing
at the head of the second flight of steps
till he spoke my name.
"I am afraid I have kept you wait
ing," he assured me. "I was coming
down, as you see, whether you had
come up or not. Grace was almost
asleep when I left her."
"She has been out of doors a good
deal to-day," I remarked, "and the
I fresh air lias probably made her drow-
I sy."
"And are you going to sit up here
alone and read all the evening?" he
questioned, with a glance at the volume
1 held.
"Yes, I love reading." I reolied.
He smiled as if he saw through my
effort-to appear liappy in the prospect
of hours of solitude.
"So do I," he observed. "But I do
like the society of my kind once in a
while. And so do you. For, after all,
you are only a girl. By rights you
should be down there at the table with
all of us to-night."
"Oh no," I insisted. "I am per
fectly satisfied up here."
I went on past him, and he ran light
ly down stairs.
Although I had professed myself as
glad to have the opportunity to read I
did cot take advantage of it at
once. Instead, I looked into the nurs-j
ery, where Grace was already fast
asleep, turned off the light and opened
the window. Then, going into my own
room, I closed the door of communi
cation and sat down and thought about
various recent happenings.
I was, after all, as my employer had
said, only a girl. And. as a girl,
I had a right to such, pleasure as youth
loves. I knew that I was good to look
at. Had my mirror not told me so
the occasional glances of men on the
street or in shops would have revealed
the fact to me. I was not vain, but
I knew that if I could dress handsome
ly and go into society as did other
girls I would appear as well as they did.
A Little Soliloquy
Then I remembered with a little glow
of pride the manner of Mr. Hugh Park
er a few minutes' ago when he met
me. It was evident that I impressed
him agreeably that he thought I be
longed to the same -vorld as himself—
else why did he second so cordially
Tom's efforts to keep me below stairs?
And why had Tom asked me to stay
if it were not that ne liked and ad
mired me—just as any nice sixteen
year-old lad would like and admire a
girl of twenty-two? Heretofore he had
seen me only in the restraining and
depressing presence of his family. But
when that was removed the lad discov
ered that 1 was what he would have
called a good sort."
But what was the use of it all? Years
might go by, and here in this beautiful
home I wolud be only Grace's governess
Miss Fairfax Answers Queries
Be More Friendly
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
When a young woman is in love
with n young man the same age and
she does not know whether he feels
the same toward her, how is she to
judge?
I am unfortunately placed, for I
have never previously come in contact
with young men of my age. I have
worked since I was fourteen. I feel
awkward with men. The man I care
for is my age, works in the office
where I am employed and is causing
me to be jealous for the first time in
my life* I pretend I don't like him,
but it's an awful strain. I can't con
centrate on my work. Must I make
him jealous, too? I can't do two
things once. What shall I do. give
up my position? HATTIE B.
Why pretend that you do not even
like a man when the truth of the
matter is that you love him % No
girl has any greater charm than a
sweet and gracious manner. Don't try
to make this young man jealous.
Don't treat him so unamiably that he
will think you a shrew, and most as
suredly don't, give up your position on
HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH
or companion, relegated to the second
table, expected to remain in the back
ground obliged to defer to the wishes
of my employer's sister.
And when Grace was old enough
to dispense with my services and go
away to boarding ochool I would be
left to seek another position, my looks
perhaps fading, myself settling down
to the lonely life of an old maid.
"I am a fool that's what I am!" I
exclaimed softly, springing to my feet
and turning on the electric light be
side my reading chair. "Instead of re
joicing in an easy berth, and the lux
uries that I love, I am complaining
because X cannot be a governess and a
lady of leisure at one and the same
time."
Then I resolutely opened my book
and began to read.
For a few minutes I found it difficult
to concentrate upon the printed page
before ine. But after a while the charm
of the writer took possession of me,
and I forgot everything except the
story I was reading.
An hour must have passed when
voices in the lower hall drew me back
to the present.
Tom Goes Out
Tom and his friend were starting for
the theater. Without pausing to In
quire into the motive that made me
act, I laid down my book and went
out into the hall.
"It's been a great pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Parker," I heard Mr. Norton
saying cordially. "I shall hope to see
you several times more before you re
turn to the school."
"Thank you, sir." The rich, round
ed tones were Hugh Parker's. I had
heard him speak only the fewest and
briefest of sentences, but I remembered
his intonations. "I am glad to have
been here this evening, and I am grate
ful to you for your delightful hospital
ity. Tom told me how welcome you
would make me and he did not exag
gerate a single bit."
The men had evidently said good
night to Mrs. Gore in the drawing
room, for I did not hear her voice.
As the front door closed behind the
pair, I followed another impulse, which
I did not stop to analyze.
I turned and ran softly into the
nursery. Here, in the dark, X leaned
from the open window and watched the
forms of the two men come down the
front steps below me. Both were tall—
one with the sienderness of a boy still
in his teens; the other w'ith the well
setup figure of a man who has devel
oped along symmetrical lines.
The pair paused for a moment, as
if discussing which was the best way
to go downtown: then they walked to
gether out toward Broadway and the
subway.
And 1 kneeling by tile window in the
darkened nursery, watched them until
they were out of sight.
In my foolish heart I was wishing
I was with them. For, after all, as
has been said, 1 was only a girl.
(To Be Continued
his account. You can be friendly and
pleasant without giving the least Im
pression of forwardness. Show a little
interest in him and his concern, and
in all probability you can make him
admire and like you. If you can't win
the love you think so necessary, just
be philosophical about it. Hearts sel
dom break.
By Beatrice Fairfax
THE "OTHER GIRL"
Dear Miss Fairfax:
A certain young man has been go
ing about with a young lady for four
years. This young man has asked
me to go out with him, but my mother
says I will never have any luck if I
do, on account of his going with the
other girl. Anxious.
Don't be unfair to the other girl.
You won't be happy if you deprive
her of happiiiesß, nor will you ever
feel safe and contented with a man
whose fickleness you understand and
wnose disloyalty to another girl sug
gests the possibility of similar treat
ment for you.
r SWISS CHARD
Material From Correspondence Course in Vegetable
Gardening of the College of Agriculture,
Ohio State University
By li. >l. MONTGOMERY
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Swiss chard Is worthy of more ex
tensive culture in the home garden.
It is sometimes konwn as the celery
beet. It does not form enlarged roots
as the ordinary beet, but the edible
portion consists of the well developed
succulent foilage, which may be used
for salads or greens. The leaf blades
are normally removed from the stem
and treated as beet greens. The leaf
stalks are sometimes used in the same
manner as asparagus, though they are
to be regarded as an inferior substi
tute.
The culture of Swiss chard is very
much the same as for the ordinary
beet, except that it requires more
room and a longer season. The seed
may be sown in early spring, or any
time thereafter up to August 1, de
pending on the method of utilizing the
crop. In the home garden, it will be
found feasible to make an early plant
ing in rows 18 inches apart with the
plants thinned to eight to ten inches
in th row. As soon as the plants at
tain considerable size they may be
thinned out and the thinnings may be
used entirely. A little later the outer
leaves of the remaining plants may
be pulled off, leaving the plant intact
LANCASTER COUNTY DEATHS
Marietta.—John Leich, of Bethsalda,
aged 65, died from pneumonia after a
short illness. His wife and three chil
dren survive.
Marietta.—John Dehoff, aged 45, of
Pine Grove, died Thursday after a long
illness. He was a farmer by occupa
tion. His wife, seven children and a
number of brothers and sisters survive.
Marietta.—Miss Anna M. Baumiller,
aged 84, a native of Lancaster, died
yesterday after a long illness. She was
a member of the Trinity Lutheran
Church and Sunday School and was
assistant librarian. One sister, Mrs.
Rose Jeffries, survives.
Columbia. —Dennis Sommcrs, a re
tired Pennsylvania Railroad' employe,
died at his home here, aged 6 5 years.
His wife and one son. WHlam P. Som
mers, an employe of the Pennsylvania
Railroad at Harrisburg, survive.
BANK CASHIER IN HOSPITAL.
Waynesboro, Pa., March 31. J. H.
Stoner, cashier of the People's Na
tional Bank, was taken ill at his home
yesterday afternoon. Accompanied by
Dr. A. Barr Snively, he was taken to
the German Hospital, in Philadelphia,
for treatment.
FINEFOR RHEUMATISM!
Musterole Loosens Up Those Stiff
Joints —Drives Out Pain
You'll know why thousands use Mus
erole once you experience the glad re
ief it gives.
Get a jar at once from the nearest
Irug store. It is a clean, white ointment,
nade with the oil of mustard. Better
han a mustard plaster and does not
jlister. Brings ease and comfort while
t is being rubbed on 11
Musterole is recommended by many
ioctots and nurses. Millions of jars are
ased annually for bronchitis, croup, stiff
neck, asthma, neuralgia, pleurisy, rheu
matism, lumbago, pains and aches of the
•jack or joints, sprains, sore muscles,
cruises, chilblains, frosted feet, colds of
the chest ( it often prevents pneumonia).
MARCH 31, 1917.
for further development. The process
of removing the larger leaves may be
continued indefinitely from time to
time throughout the Reason, as new
leaves continue to form as the larger
ones are remored. In other cases it
will be better to remove the plants en
tirely as they attain marketable size.
They may be used at any time after
they reach from 12 inches to two feet
in height. , The crop does best on a
loamy soil, which should be rather
well mixed with barnyard manure.
The use of commercial fertilizers is
not necessarw under the present de
velopment of culture. A little nitrate
of soda will promote growth, but is
not ordinarily recommended.
Swiss chard is remarkably free from
insects and disease and is resistant to
both heat and cold to an unusual de
gree. One of its principal advantages
is that it has no tendency to go to
seed in hot weather, but continues to
grow vigorously when supplied with
plenty of moisture. In the late au
tumn, under most conditions, the leaf
spot of the common 1 jet may attack
its foilage and do considerable dam
age, but ordinarily it will not be of
any consequence. A more extensive
gorwth of this crop is urged both in
the home and in the market garden.
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JOY OF DREAMING
HUMANITY'S GIFT
Is Simplest, Richest, Yet Cheap
est an Most Available
Luxury
DAY DREAMS
Hy Beatrice Fairfax
Relentless Time, that gives both
harsh and kind,
Brave let me be
To take thy various gifts with equal
mind
And proud humility.
But even by day, while the full sun
light streams,
Give me my dreams!
Whatever, Time, thou takest from
my heart.
What from my life,
From what dear thing thou yet mayst
make me part.
Plunge not too deep the knife;
As dies the day and the long twilight
gleams,
Spare me my dreams!
—Richard Watson Gilder.
The joy of dreaming! Simplest,
richest, yet cheapest and most avail
able luxury of all humanity. It is
ours for the mere gift of wafting our
selves gently and hopefully away
from reality into the land of might
have been—and may be!
Illusions must end, but while they
last they take from the bitterest real
ity part of its weariness.
The child in the tenement who can
dream of. Daisy-starred fields and
brooks shaded by weeping willows
has a gift in his heart more ex
quisite than we realize.
Whoever finds his way too rough
for his feet, too steep for his climb
ing or too long for his enduring may,
if he has a heart for dreaming, turn
from it for the moment and refresh
his spirit in the land of imagination.
Practical and materialistic souls
sneer at dreamers and say that they
waste moments that might be spent
in achievement and linger in lands
; of veiled shadows. The scoffers are
wrong.
One may fight pain on its own
ground by seeking temporary respite
from it. In the midst of heat the
thought of cool breezes in pine for
ests may give a little more strength
for enduring reality when one comes
1 back to it. '
j In dreams one forgets the sordid
and ugly, and in that moment of
| refreshing forgetfulness one gets a
little new strength with which to
j return into the pain of reality.
Dreamers are not idlers. They
are workers who refresh themselves
with a cooling drink from a crystal
stream in their own natures.
Perhaps this sounds so poetical
that many of my readers will dismiss
it with an idle "Oh, yes, that sounds
very well." But there is more to it
than that. •
There never was a trouble that
wasn't easier to bear if one dreamed
| away and on the wings of imagina
j tion let one's self be wafted out of
j the region of that trouble.
Make a practical test of it, I beg
you. Some night when you are ly
ing in bed, instead of starting to
fret and grieve over something you
want and can't have, just imagine
you have_ it. For a moment or two
you will' know the actual value of,
possession. Dreams are very real
Imagining that all beautiful, lovely
things are yours will not keep you
from striving to make them yours
unless you are so silly and stupid and
lacking in force and energy that even
lifting yourself on the wings of a
dream is too much for you!
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