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"Bunk Gardner, for one; and that
man Boiling, up at the head of Little
creelt, for another. Maxwell, the rail
road head superintendent, told me
about it, and he says that the price
offered, and accepted, was thirty
nine."
"Dad burn a cuss with a yellow
etreak in him!" rasped the Missouri
colonel. "We had a fair and square
agreement among ourselves that if
anybody got scared he was to give
the rest of us a chance to buy him
out. Who bought from these weigh
ers?" "
"Maxwell didn't know that. He
said it was done through Kinzie's
bank. From what I've heard on the
outside, I'm inclined to suspect that
Crawford Stanton was the buyer."
"Stanton, the real estate man?"
"The same."
Again the president stared
thoughtfully at the glowing end of
his cigar.
"There's another of the confound
ed mysteries," he growled. "Who is
Crawford Stanton, and what is he
here for? I know what he advertises,
but everybody in Brewster knows
that he hasn't made a living dollar
in real estate since he came here last
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S? KtSJIKTHOT aV Ss ™ EN! SET HIM THE BM>
summer. "Williams, do you know, I'm
beginning to suspect that there is a
mighty big nigger 3n our little wood
pile?"
"You mean that all these stubborn
holdups have been bougflt and paid
for? You'll remember that Is what
Billy St&rbuck tried to tell us when
the first of the missing mining-claim
owners began to shout at us."
"Starbuck has a long head, and
what he doesn't know about mining
claims in this part of the country
wouldn't fill a very big book. I re
member he said there had never
been any prospecting done in the up
per Timanyohi gulches, and now
you'd think half the people in the
United States had been nosing
around up there with a pick and
shovel at one time or another. But
it was a thing that Starbuck told me
no longer than yesterday that sot me
to thinking," Baldwin went on. "As
you know, the old Esealante Spanish
grant corners over in the western
part of this park. When the old
grants were made, they were ruled
off on the map without reference to
mountain ranges or other natural
barriers."
"Williams nodded.
"Well, as I say, one corner of the
Esealante reaches over the Hophras
and out into the park, covering about
eight or ten square miles of the ter
ritory Just beyond us on our side of
the river. Starbuck told me yesterday
that a big Eastern colonization com
pany had got a bill through Congress
alienating that tract."
The chief of construction bounded
out of his chair and began to walk
the floor. "By George!" he said; and
again: "By George! That's what
we're up against, colonel! Where will
those fellows get the water for their
land? There is no site for a dam low
er down than ours, and, anyway, that
land lies too high to be watered by
anything but a high-line ditch!"
"Nice little brace game, isn't it?"
growled Baldwin. "If wo hadn't-been
a lot of hayseed amateurs, we Aight
" —and Yell for a Doctor."
have found out long ago that some
one was running in a cold deck on
us. What's your notion ? Are we done
up, world without end?"
Williams' laugh was grim.
"What we need, colonel, is to go out
on the street And yell for a doctor,"
he said. "It's beginning to look as if
we had acquired a pretty bad case of
malignant strangle-itis."
Baldwin ran his fingers throng I
his hair and admitted tha" he hau
lost his sense of humor.
"This Eastern crowd is trying to
freeze us out, to get our dam and
reservoir and ditch rights for their
Esealante scheme. When they do,
they'll turn around and sell us water
—at fifty dollars an inch, or some
thing like that!"
"What breaks my heart is that we
haven't been able to surround the
sure-enough fact while there was still
time to do something," lamented the
ex-reclamation man. "The lirst thing
we know, Stanton will own a major
ity of the stock and be voting us all
out of a job. You'll have to come
1 around to my suggestion, after all,
and advertise for a doctor." It was
said of the chief of construction that
lie would have joked on his death
bed, and, as follower for the joke, he
added: "Why don't you call Smith
in and give him the job?"
"You don't really mean that, Wil
liams, do you?" growled the colonel.
"No, I didn't mean it when 1 said
it," was the engineer's admission; "I
was only trying to get a riso out of
you. But really, colonel, on second
thought, I don't know but it is worth
considering. As I say. Smith seems
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to know the money game from start
to finish. What is better still, he is
a tighter from the word go—what
you might call a joyous fighter. Sup
pose you drive out to-morrow or next
day and pry into him a little."
The rancher-president had relap
sed once more into the slough of dis
couragement.
"You are merely grabbing for
handholds, Bartley—as I was a min
ute ago. We are in a bad row of
stumps when we can .sit here and
talk seriously about roping down a
young hobo and putting him into l)he
financial harness. Let's go around to
Frascati's and eat before you go back
camp. It's breadtime, anyway."
The chief of construction said no
more about his joking, suggestion at
the moment, but when they were
walking around the square to the
Brewster Delmonico's he went back
to the dropped subject in all serious
ness, saying:
"Just the same, I wish you could
know Smith and size him up as I
have. I can't help believing, some
way, that he's all to the good."
CHAPTER V.
The Specialist.
Though the matter of calling in an
expert doctor of finance to diagnose
the alarming symptoms in Tlmanyoni
ditch had been left intermediate in
the talk between Colonel Baldwin
and himself, Williams did not let it
go entirely by default. On the day
following the Brewster office confer
ence the engineer sent for Smith,
who was checking the output of the
crushers at the quarry, and a little
later the "betterment" man present
ed himself at the door of the cor
rugated-iron shack which served as
a field office for the chief.
Williams looked the cost-cutter
over as he stood in the doorway.
Smith was thriving and expanding
handsomely in the new environment.
He had let his board grow and it was
now long enough to be trimmed to
a jioint. The travel-broken clothes
had been exchanged for working
khaki, with lace-boots and leggings,
and the campaign hat of the en
gineers. Though he had been less
than a month on the job, he was al
ready beginning to tan and toughen
•under the healthy outdoor work —to
roughen, as well, his late fellow
members of the Lawrenceville Cotil
lon club might have said, since he
had fought three pitched battles with
as many of the camp bullies, and had
in each of them proved himself a
man of his hands who could not only
take punishment, but could ham
mer an opponent swiftly and neatly
into any desired state of subjection.
"Come in here and sit down; I
want to talk to you," was the way
Williams began it; and after Smith
had found a chair the chief went
on: "Say, Smith, yoirre too good a
man, for anything I've got here.
Haven't you realized that?"
Smith pulled a memorandum book
from his hip pocket and ran his eye
over the privaterecord he had been
keeping.
"I've shown you how to effect a
few little savings which total up
something like 15 per cent, of your
cost of production and operation," he
said. "Don't you think I'm earning
my wages?"
"That's all right; I've been keep
ing tab, too, and I know what you're
doing. But you are not beginning to
earn what you oug.ht to, either for
yourself or for the company," put in
the chief shrewdly. And then: "Loos
en up, Smith, and tell me something
about yourself. Who are you, and
where do you come from, and what
sort of a job have you been holding
down?"
Smith's reply was as surprising as
it was seemingly irrelevant.
'lf you're not too busy, Mr. Wil
liams, I guess you'd better make out
my time check," he said quietly.
Williams took a 'reflective half
minute for consideration, turning the
sudden request over deliberately in
his mind, as his habit was.
(To Be Continued)
"THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
Copyright by International News Service
Helen was in the midst of help
ing Mary preserve some strawberries
when the bell rang^
"Now who can that be?" Helen
asked involuntarily.
Mary had by this time answered
the door and the next minute came
out into the kitchen with the in
formation. that Mrs. Atwood and
"that queer young lady ma'am, Miss
Nesbitt," were in the living room.
Helen hurried in just as she was,
a big pink cambric apron envelop
ing her.
Frances jumped up and kissed her
and even Viva seemed more friend
ly than usual. That is. all that
could be seen of Viva was friendly,
most of her small face was hidden
under a shiny black mushroom hat
wreathed around many times with
prickly things that were very smart.
"Just look at her," laughed Fran
ces. "Well, honey, you certainly do
put us to shame with your little
housewifely apron. What are you
doing?"
"Just helping Mary put up some
preserves. Warren is so fond of
them for breakfast."
"Carp has to eat canned things,"
Frances sighed. "How ever do you
do it, Helen? Warreji doesn't half
appreciate what you do."
Helen laughed.
"Well," continued Frances, in a
more business-like manner, "you re
member Harley Tracey, don't you?
Well, his new picture is released to
day ai.d Viva and I want you to
come down and see it with us. He
has sent us a box with the nicest
note. There are to be two other
friends of his there, and he says we
are sure to like them and just to in
troduce ourselves. So come on. slip
into your hat and coat, and we'll be
off."
Helen did not stop to argue, but
did .as she was bid. Somehow she
fell just like obeying Frances, and
she would have gone with her no
matter how much of the preserving
still remained to be finished.
Stumbling over each other, for
the picture was already on, the
three women finally reached the
dark recess of the box and dropped
into some vacant chairs. Helen, who
loved moving pictures, was imme
diately immersed in the slory and
she did not spealf until the inter
mission. Then the women who sat
in the front of the box turned
around and in a few minutes they
were all chatting.
Helen looked with Interest at the
two women , who were Harley
Tracey's friends. She was anxious
to see just what kind of women he
knew. The man himself had been
a complete surprise to her and she
had no doubt that the women would
be also. Both were attractive, but
in a different way. The younger one
was blond with a round dimpled
face and a charming Southern ac
cent.
The older woman called her
Roslyn, which name Helen thought
just suited her. She immediately
became interested in Viva and
Frances howpver, and Helen was
left to talk to the older woman, who
spoke with a queer little drawl, and
her observations were so original
that Helen could not quite place
her. She seemed unconventional in
her ideas and yet there was a flavor
of wliolesomeness about her.
Suddenly she smiled at Helen and
asked quickly: "I suppose you don't
quite know what to think of me,
Mrs. Curtis. Well, I'm not a truf
fler, and I don't belong in the other
class because I'm too unconven
tional. My husband is an artist, and
I help him keep house; that's all
there is to it."
Here was an interesting view
point, and a woman who was neith
er one thing nor another. Helen
longed to ask her some questions.
She felt that she might glean some
very interesting facts from her. She
wondered just what kind of a life
she ll,ved with a husband who was
an artist. Evidently she did noth
ing at all herself, and yet she seem
ed to belong by rights to the circle
of which Frances was a definite
part.
"Do you paint or do anything
yourself, Mrs. Ganders?" Helen
asked eagerly.
"Oh, no, indeed. I'm much too
busy being lazy. Of course we're
poor as church mice, but I don't
mind that. 1 spend most of my time
reading so that I have something
to talk about. A woman who can
talk well can always keep a man
interested. And she laughed at
Helen's surprised face.
Helen began to ask questions and
as the conversation progre'ssed, she
discovered many things. Not from
what Mrs. Canders told her, but
she herself deduced from the
conversation. She saw that Mrs.
Canders was well read and charm
in"-. She talked well, and she was
evidently well liked by men, even
men like Harley Tracey used to all
extremely pretty and attractive
women.
When they all rose to go, the or-,
dinary remarks about the picture,
which was really unusually good,
monopolized the conversation, and
Helen had no chance to speak fur
ther with Mrs. Canders. She felt,
however, that she had gained some
thing by the afternoon's chance ac
quaintanceship. Mrs. Canders had
opened another way through which
a woman in the home could make
herself sought after. Helen had al
ways craved passionately the outside
interest which rounded out Frances
Knowles' life. Well, why wouldn't
a thorough course In reading take
the place of the other thing that
seemed impossible? Helen was more
Interested and excited than she had
been about anything in a long time,
(Watch l'or next Incident in this ab
sorbing series.)
STATE COLLEGE WILL SEND
AMBULANCE (X)RI'S TO FRANCE
State College, Pa., Mtty 2 3.—Two
ambulance units for immediate ser
vice in France have been recruited at
the Pennsylvania State College.
Within twenty-four hours after the
summons came from Washington for
this institution to provide one unit
of thirty-six men, more than double
that number of students had volun
teered their services.
The State College authorities were
told that the surgeon general's office
of the war department needed 1,400
volunteers at once to take the places
In motor ambulance corps which
would be,sent abroad with the first
expeditionary force. While State Col
lege was asked to supply but one
unit, seventy-five desirable appli
cants appeared and word was sent to
Washington that two bodies could
be raised. The men will be summoned
to headquarters tills week for exam
ination and enlistment and sail soon
after.
Each unit will have one sergeant,
two corporals, one chief mechanic,
two mechanics, two cooks, two
clerks, two orderlies and twenty-four
drivers. B. M. Hermann, an instruc
tor in the history department and
'varsity athletic coach is being con
i sidered as sergeant of one unit.
MAY 24, 1917.
The Honeymoon House
By- HAZEL DALE
Karen went home that night too
happy to think of anything but her
new oareer. John Armstrong believed
that she would make an actress. John
Armstrong thought her capable of
being more than she was. lie was dif
ferent from Dick, heart breakingly
different. Well, from now on she
would not think of Dick; every bit
of her thoughts would be given up
to her work, just as John Arm
strong had told her they must be.
But to-night, just to-night, after she
was alone in her room, she would
think it all out. She would come
to an understanding with herself and
afterward she put Dick out of
her life forever.
John brought her home in a taxi
and she lay back against the cush
ions too excited to talk.
"To-morrow, when you come up
to do my typing. I'll have the man
uscript for you," had been his last
words. "Good night. Remember
that from now you are Karen Mlkal,
the actress; you are no longer the
struggling girl who once had a soul
that was being crushed to death."
Karen smiled faintly as she said
good night and ran into the house.
Everything reminded her of the
happiness of the afternoon when she
had decked herself in her poor little
finery only to be repulsed and dis
illusioned by the man she had plan
ned everything for. She wished that
she had never known Janet and Jar
vis and the careless sweetness of the
Honeymoon House.
For the hundredth time she wished
that Dick would be like Jarvis. She
would not have him like John. John
was too measured, too settled. Karen
did not wish the repression of mid
dle age; she wanted Dick's fieriness
with something in it of tenderness
and respect for her.
A tall, dark figure came out of
the shadows that shrouded the front
parlor of the boarding house. Evi
dently Mrs. Bangs had not thought
it necessary to light the gas within,
for the only light was what equld
filter through from the hall. Janet
started, and was about to pass by
quickly on her way upstairs, when
a voice spoke. She knew that voice
and she stopped suddenly.
"I have been waiting for you," it
said meekly.
Karen said nothing at all, just
waited.
"You didn't think I cared so much
did you'."' Dick went on, for it was
he. "But I cared so much that I
came right after you. I've been
waiting all evening."
Karen still said nothing.
"I don't know where you've been,"
Dick went on. "I don't know what
to make of myself, but you are the
first woman I have ever cared
about."
"But you thought T was just like
all the others, didn't you?" Karen
returned. "You had a funny way of
showing that you cared."
"I didn't know how much until it
wus too late," Dick said impetuously.
"Until I kissed you and felt you in
my am s, then I knew that the most
wonderful thing that could happen
to me would be to hear you say that
you cared."
They stood quite close to each
other in the dim light of the one
gas jet, and Karen after a moment
stepped into the .darkened parlor.
Dick following./ The light from
the street lamp outside came in
through the ugly windows, and
Karen after a moment or two said
evenly:
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway.
I'm sorry that you had to wait for
me so long. I went out to dinner
with your brother. We celebrated
to-night. You see I'm going to
come out in 'Sacred Precincts' next
month. I'm going to have a chance
after all."
Karen raised her slim figure to
its fullest height and looked up at
him defiantly.
"I'm glad, glad." Dick said sud
denly, "but you came to me first.
You're holding out against me be
cause of your pride, but you want to
love me, don't you suppose I can feel
It?"
Dick caught her suddenly against
him and turned up her face to his.
This time she was not passive, she
struggled fiercely in his arms, and
he laughed exultantly. "If you want
to be an actress, I'll not stand in your
way," he muttered, "but I want to
come in somewhere. You've got to
marry me, too."
The words pierced slowly to the
girl's consciousness. To marry Dick
and to have her heart's desire. To
live with Dick as Jarvis and Janet
lived together, each with an inter
est. To put the best of herself into
her part and to know that Dick
wanted her to make good. The
thought melted the ice about her
heart and she stopped struggling to
lie still, her lips against his throat.
Dick bent to look at her closely and
her eyes slowly met his.
In them he read surrender and n.
fiery something that made his heart
leap quickly. Dick had at last met
some one who meant more to him
than he meant to himself; some oij£
who held his happiness in spite
everything, and wonder of wonders,
he was content to have it so.
(To BO Continued.)
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