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* L THE PEOPLE, BARNWELL, S. C. n— Judith of Blue Lake Ranch By JACKSON GREGORY STICK OR QUIT? SYNOPSIS—Bud horse foreman of the Bine I^ake ranch, convinced' Bayne Trevors, man ager, 1» deliberately wrecking; the property owned by Judith San ford. a younff woman; hercoualn. Pollock Hampton, and Timothy Gray, decides to throw up his Job. Judith arrives and announces she has bought Gray’s share In the ranch and will run It. She discharges Trevors, after shoot ing him twice in self-defense. The men on the ranch dislike taking orders from a girl, but by subduing a vicious horse and proving her thorough knowledge of ranch life, Judith wins the best of them over. CHAPTER II—Continued —3— “I remember hearing about Luke Sanford’s girl,’’ he said simply. “This Ik her, all right.” "Old Man” Carson—so called through lupk of courtesy and because of the sprinkling of gray through his black hair, n man of perhaps forty- five—filled an unthinkably disrepu table pipe with Ids own conception of "real tohacea” and chuckled so that the second match was required before he was ready to say Ids say. "You Just listen to me, you hoys!” he said. “None of you fellers ever saw, old Luke Sanford?" "I’d been working here close to two weeks when he got killed," Bud said as Carson’s twinkling eyes went from face to face. "I got my Job straight from him, not Trevors." “That’s so," said Carson. "Well. Bud knows the sort Luke Sanford was. He was dead and burled when I come to tbe Blue Lake, but I’d saw him twice and I’d heard of him more times than that. Quiet man that ’tended to his own business and didn’t say so all- fired much ’less he was stirred up. And then—!’’ He whistled his mean Ing. "A lighter. A'll he ever got he fought for. All he ever held on to he fought for. He bucked Western Lum ber for a dozen years, first and last. And, by cripes, be nulled their d—d bides on bis stable-door, ton! "Well, I heard tell about this same Luke Sanford ten years ago and more—about 1dm and Ids little girl. From what folks said 1 guess there never wus-ra inHt|-wanted a boy-baby worse’n Luke Sfrhford before Judith come. And 1 guess there never was a man put more stock in ,.is own flesh and blood than Luke did in her as soon as he got used to her. being a she. I don’t know just exactly how old she was ten years ago, women folks Iteing so d—n’ tricky in the looks of their’ages, hut I'd spy she was eight or nine or ten or eleven years om. Anyhow, Luke hud took her in hand already. Why, that girl’s rid real horses since she wnsr thwstzw Trf a pair of boots. Luke took her everywhere he went, up In the moun tains. over the Big ridge, down valley- ways, into town when he went off on Ids vearlv. And they say Luke wasn't no poky rider, either. You’ve rode his string. Bud?, WJiaf arc those for horses, huh?’’ •Tin a little particular when It conies to a saddle-horse,’’ Bud ad milted. "But I never asked any bet ter than old Sanford's string." “You hear him!" said Carson. "Well, that Judy girl has rid horses like them, for a dozen years. I guess," and lie spoke with slow tboughtfalorss. "that she’s a real chip olT'u the old block. It’s my guess number 1 two that she ain’t just shooting oiT her face pro misouously when she says there’s something crooked in life deal. Trevors has been handing her And, third bet, there's most likely going to be seven kinds of li I popping around this end of t lie w odds for a spell.” "What are you doing about it. Car- von*'" a shod the man whose utiusuallj vacuous expression gave liim tlie name of Poker I'aee. •'Stick oil the job or i|iiii?" ••.Me?" Carson sought a match ami when he had found it. Iie!<| it long in his grimy iingTrs. staring at it thoughtfully. “.Me >ta\ an' let a she- g - irl boos me? Weil, it ain't the play a man might look to me to make, air' I ain't saying it's the trick lil do every day in the week. But Imre there's some tliings to set a man seralehing his head: she's a winner, all right, an' I'm tin* tirst man to up tin' say so. She's got tin* sand tin' she's got fin* savvy. Take 'em together ah' they make what you call gumption. I might go trailing my luck some other where, if I did the first fool tiling that popped into my nut. But playing fair, I'm going to stick tin' do my d -nodost to see Luke Sanford's girl put up her scrap. Yes, sir." "What did she want to tire Trevors for?" asked Benny, tin* took. ('arson,, -looking at him contemptu- oitsfy, spoke in contemptuous answer about the stem of his pipe. “Any man on the Job can answer you that. Cookie. It'fc'heen open an’ shut the last month Trevors is either crazy or crooked. I said, didn't I, Western Lumber's Sfeliir." to get its devil-fish legs wropfTeq aroun' Blue Luke timber? They've busted more than one rancher tip la tbe mountains. Trevors Is in mdtli ’em. -A** w** the .nw* tte.t don’t know that, don’t want to know It!" He removed bis pipe at last, and bis look upon Benny was full of meaning, 1 Benny growled an answer but did not take up the quarrel. He knew Carson well enough to know that there was no man living readier for a fight or abler to conduct bis own part of It. • , i • • ‘ • • * “Que bay. Bud?”.called a voice, and old Jose, his face shining with Ids Joy—Bud was certain that Judith bad actually kissed the leathery cheek and wondered how she eould do it!—came down the knoll. "La senorita wants you e» "Haw!” gurgled Bandy O'Neil face tiously. "It’s your manly beauty, Bud! You ol’ son-of-a-gun of h lady- killer!” Bud Ia'O swung about upon bis heel to glare at Bnnay. But suddenly con scious of a flush creeping up hotly tinder his tan, he turned bis buck and strode away to tbe bouse. His face was llamlng when he entered the of fice. • • “What do you want with hie?" be said shortly, angered at Bandy, Judith Sanford and himself. "Bow, wow!" retorted Judith, look up from Trevors’ table. "On your high horse, are you? All right, stay Bure. What I want Is some Informa tion. How long have you been on the Blue Lake pay roll?" "A little over six months," he an swered colorlessly. “Over six months?” A quick look of interest came Into her eyes. “Tre vors hired jou? Or dad?" "Your fa*her." “Then"—and a sudden, swift smile came for the first time that morning Into the girl’s eyes—"you’re square! Thank God for one man to be sure of." She hail risen with a quick Impetu osity and put’out her band. Lee took it into bis ( wn, and felt It shut bard, like a man's. . “Just bow do you know I’m square?" be asked slowly. ‘‘Had was Tiuman," she replied softly. “He made some mistakes. But he never made u mistake in a horse foreman yet. He bus said to me a dozen times: ‘Judy, watch tbe way a man (rents his horse If you want to size him up! And never put your horses into the cure of a man who isn’t white, clean through.’ Had knew, Bud Lee!" Lee made no answer. For a little, Judith, back at the long table and looking strangely small in tbe big, hart* room before this massive piece of furniture, stared into vacancy with reminiscent eyes. Then, with a little shrug of her 'shoulders, she turned again to the tall foreman. ‘‘Why- did you tell Trevors this inorn.ing that you were going to “quit work?" she asked with abrupt direct ness. i- ‘‘BeeniTwc," be answered, and by may bis Hush bad subsided and bis grave good-humor bad coflie back to tiI in w it M his customary serenity. "I felt like moving on." "Because," sin* Insisted, “you knew that there was some dirty work afoot and did not care to lx* messed up in t... it?" . ■ Now here, most positively. Bud Lei* said \yithin himself, was a person to reckon with. How did slu* know all that?’ What business did a kid Ilk** 'ids bave'of knowing so blamed much? "You've got your rope on the rigid pair of horns.” be said after ids brief pause. S* , , ‘ 1 low did you know that Trevors was working tin* double-cross on tills deal?" slie demanded. "I didn't know," In* said stitliv. “I just guessed. The same as you. lit* w as spending too much money ; he was getting too little to show for it ; In* was selling, too much stock too cheap." "What's the matter with \nu?" yoy'l "That's sure putting It straight," said Lee slowly. "You just bet It’s putting it straight!" site announced vigorously. “And you’ll find that it’s a way I have, putting things straight. I was trained toj the business by a better man than rJH'ever be. Bud Lee." Maybe so," be admitted without bent. ‘T’ll take off my hat to Luke Sanford {or a man. And I'M take off my bat to you, If you want to know. But, training or no training, this, is no Job for a lady, and shoot ing up Trevors and riding the I'rince isn’t going to make it so.” “What you're looking for,” sniffed Judith contemptuously, “is a female being extinct this ;one hundred years! You’d have every, girl wear\tails to her gowns, and duck and dodge be hind fans and faint every time she Jabbed her thumb with a pin!" T 1 ; *— “r fo<v, Lee. will you | timber, Bud Lee! AH days or so and give that's needed to keep that old moun tain-! ion on the Job is to show him a real fight ahead! And by golly, Mr. Man, th^relggoing to be^ scrap enough from the -veqv'Jump to* make Carson forget whether he’s working for a wpman or John W. Satan, Esquire!” i T CHAPTER III "I can’t see that a woman’s place Is riding bucking broncos und ramp- sing around. . . "A woman’s place I" she scoffed. “Her place where a blunder-headed man puts her! How do you know where her place is? How would you like to he told just what your place Is? To be jammed, for instance, Inte. a little bungalow In a city; to be squeezed Into a dress-suit and told: ‘Stay here and look sweet’; to be commanded not to get up a natural sweat, nor to kick over tbe traces with which some woman hud hitched you to the curt of convention. How’d you like It. Bud Lee?” Bud Lee grinned and n newAiook crept Into his eyes. “Being Bud Lee," he answered frankly,‘T wouldn’t stand It for one tick of the clock. I’d say there’s two kinds of men, too. There’s my kind; there’s the Have Burrlll Lee kind. Y’ou see, lie’s a sort of relation of mine, is Dave Burrill Lee, and I’m not exactly proud of him. He’s the kind that wears dress-suits and sticks In n bungalow. He’s proud of bis name' Burrlll and Lee, both, because the receiver, "Now stick with me ten me time to get a man in your place?" “Yes, I’ll do that, ^liss Sanford.” "You will help me In every way you can while you are with me?” "When I work for a man—or 1 a woman,” he added gravely, “I don’4 hold back anything.” “All right. Then start In right now and tell me about tbe gang Trevors has taken on. Arc they all crooks? That little gray, quick-spoken man with the smelly pipe—he’s straight, isn’t he?" "That would be old Carson? Yes; he’s a good man. You won’t find a betfer." 1 “Is he going to quit, too? Just be cause I’ve come? Hus be any love for Bayne Trevors?” "Maybe you’d better ask Carson.” In a flash she was on her feet and had gone to the door. "Carson!” she called loudly. “Come here, will you?” There was a little silence, a low sound of laughter, then Carson’s sharp voice answering: “I’m coming!” Judith went back to her chair. She did not speak until Carson’s wiry form slipped through the door way. Then with the old cattleman’s shrewd, hard eyes upon her she turned from a clip full of papers she had been, looking through and spoke to him quietly: “You used to work for the Granite Canyon crowd, didn’t you, Carson?” ‘‘Yes’iu,” he answered. j "Cattle foreman there for several yea rs ?” “Yes’m.” “Helped clean out the Itoaring Creek gang, didn’t you, Carson?" Corson shifted a hit. colored under her fixed eyes, and finally admitted: “Yes’m.” “Haven't hud a real first-class fight for quite a bit, have you, Carson? Not since that gash on your Jaw healed. Not since you and Scotty Webb mixed with the Roaring Creekers?” Carson rubbed bis Jaw. flashed n quick look at Bud Lee us though for moral support,, looked still further embarrassed, and finally choked over his brief: “No’m.” Judith sat smiling brightly up at bis bard features. ‘T’ve heard dad talk about that,” she said thoughtfully.. “I guess I’ve got at least one real man on tbe ranch, Carson. Oh, don’t dodge like that! I’m not going to put my arms around you und kiss you on tbe top of your bead. But I do love a man that loves n fair fight. . . . Lee. here, has given me his promise to stick on tbe Job for ten days or so. to give me time to get some one else to look after my horsiFs.” J “Yes'iii,” said Carson, fingering his pipe and looking down. For a few moments the girl sat still, now and then flashing a quick, keen look from one to the other of her two foremen. Then, abruptly, her eyes on Carson, she, snapped: “You’ve found out, more or less recently, haven’t you. that Bayne Trevors is a crook? You’ve perhaps even guessed that lie’s been taking money from me with one band and from the Western Lumber with the other?" ".Yes’m." said Carson, “I doped it up like that.” “Why,"’cried the girl, “he’s fired all of the old men and heaven knows bow ninny of bis sort he’s put in their places! Help me clean ’em out, <’ar- “I Was Trained by a Better Man Than You’ll Ever Be!” Idg men down south wore ’em before tie did, and they were relations. He's swelled up over the way be can dance and ride-'after a fox, apd over the coin lie's got in the. bank. Then therehs Bud Lee who ducks out of that sort of a scrap-heap and beats it for tlx* open." ’ ' J i “I get youbroke in Judith, her eyes very bright. “And you men here, my men, want me to lx* the sort of woman that your precious cousin. Have Burrill, is a man? is that it? Where's your logic this morning?" ■’Meaning horse sense?" lie smiled. "It's in these few little words: ‘What's right for a man may be dead wrong chucked Trevors and Ward IlannbnT Who goes next, Carson?” “Benny the cook." said Carson gently. “An' I'd be obliged, n+a’ffm, If you'd let me go boot him off'n ’the ranch." * * “That'-s—talking."—sl+e—so4d—entliu- MOTHER! Child's Best Laxative _ is "California Fig Syrup” Bigness of the Venture VAnd now,"' said Judith Sanford to the stillness about her—she w«* alone in the big ranch-house—“not be ing constructed of Iron, I’m going to take a snooze.” - 1 Vivid blossom that she was upon the tough, hardy stalk of her pioneer ancestry, creature of ardent flame and passion which her blood and her life In tbe open had made her, she was not devoid of the understanding of the limit of physical endurance. Last night, through the late moonlight artd later starlight, througl ^Jie thick dark ness which lay across toe mountain trails before the coming of ‘day, on into the dawn, she had ridden forty miles frooi the railroad at Rocky Rend. Certain of treachery on the part of Bnyne Trevors, she had ar rived only to find him plotting another blow at her interests. She had rid den a mad brute of a horse whose rebellious struggle against her author ity had taxed her to the last ounce of her strength. She had shot a man In the right shoulder and the left fore arm. . . . And now, with no one to see her. she was pale and shaking a little, suddenly faint from the heavy beating of her own heart. She bad j bad virtually no sleep last night. She i was glad of It. For now she would sleep, sleep. "I am not to be called, no matter what happens," she said to Jose, who came trotting to the tinkle of her bell. Slipping out of her clothes, she drew j the sheet up to her throat—and tossed for a wretched hour before ; sleep came to her. A restless sleep, j filled with broken bits of unpleasant 1 dreams. At two o’clock, swiftly dressing I after a leisurely bath, she went opt ! into the omy-t Mwnd, where she‘-found 1 Jose making af pretense of gardening, whereas in truth for a matter of hours he had done little but watch for her coming. "Jose," she said, as he swept off his wide hat and made her the how re served for lu senorjta and la fenorita alone. “I am going to telephone into ' town for a woman to do my cooking and housekeeping and lie a nuisance around generally. While I do that, ) will you scare up something for me to cat and then saddle a horse for me?” She went to the office, arranged over the wire with Mrs. Simpson of Rocky Bend to come out on the fol lowing day. and then spent fifteen minutes studying the pay roll taken from the safe, which, fortunately, Trevors had left open. As Jose came in with a big tray she—was running through a file of reports made at the month-end, two weeks ago, by certain of the ranch foremen. “I^it it down on the table, Jose. Thank you," and slje found time for a smile at her devoted servitor. “Now have a horse ready, will you?” And Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of ‘California Fig Syrup" now will thor oughly clean the little bowels and in a few hours you have a well, playful child again. Even If cross, feverish, bilious, constipated or full of cold, children lovf* its pleasant taste. Tell your druggist you want only the genuine “California Fig Syrup” which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother, you must say “California.” Refuse any imitation. Adobe Bricks “Adobe” is a name applied to sun- dried bricks made from any suitable material which hardens on exposure to the sun. Often such bricks are made of turf and straw. This mate rial can be used in very dry climates only. 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"Curses !" he screntned. “She's got her hn+r--boitbed !”—American Legion Weekly. son! Where wjll we begin? L,yj* .without .waiting for Jose’s answer, cried tlx* girl, lieiit of 1i*t surpr words sing him with ffx*'! *" r :l Uum; in. -t-U+j—KiidiloU- -“Oii,- iliirkening of ber eyos. i, ‘W'liv d< \oU 9> insist ijn being so downright stand oflisb und stiff and aloof? \Ylia\t have' I dotn* to you that you can't lx* do cent? Hen* I am only pulling foot on my land and you make tin* feel like an intruder.” A “I am answering your questions." “Like a 1 half-animated trained lee- berg, \**s. Can't you act like a man being? oh. I’ve got your iiu.m- ber. Bud—Leo, and you are just as narrow between tlx* horns as tlx* rest of tlx* outfit. You are 1 narrow and prejudiced and blindly unreason- aid**! 1 know as much about ranch ing as any of you; F know more about this outfit because tbe best man that ever set foot <>n It. und that's Luke Sanford, taught me every crook and bend of it; and now. just because I'm u girl and not a boy, you stand off like I bad the small-pox; Just when 1 need loyalty and understanding and when, tbe Lord knows, I've already got a double handful of trouble. 1 can’t count for a minute on men that have been taking my pay for months! Get some of the mildew and cobwebs out of your bead and tell me this: . What reason in the world is there why you choose to think I haven't any business wearing tuy own shoe*?" sent am I -gUe—cried—impmlontiyr wasting time with von “What for?" "What was Trevors’ latest selling at a sacrifice?’’ she “Told me be just bad a night from Six* swung back to her talde. excuse for asked, i wire last young Hampton, asking for three thousand plained in a similar eyes were twinkling “I’nlloek Hampton dollars." lx* ex ton**, tbough his at ber. has ids nerve!" slu* snappe Six* took ' up tbe teie- pliom* instrument at her elbow and demanded tlx* Western Cnion at Rocky Bend. "Judith Sanford speaking." six* said crisply. "Repeat the message of last night for the general manager, Blue Luke ranch.” In a moment she hud it. “So Tre vors wasn't lying about that part of it," she said reluctantly. And to the Western Union agent, "Take this message: “Bollock Hampton. Hotel Glerinlyn, Sun Francisco: “Impossible send money now or for some time. Have fired Trevors. Run ning outfit myself. Need every cent we can raise to pay Interest on loans, men's salaries und keep going. Tills Is final. “Judith Sanford. General Manager." “That may start bis gray matter working." she ended as she clicked up siastieally. : "You can attend to him. Any one else?" Carson shook his head. “I got rny suspicions," he said. “But that’s all Bm dead sun* on." “The others can wait then. Now, I'm taking a gamble on you and Lee. You have all kinds of chances to doul)l<*-cross me. But I've got *o tell yon something: Trevors is trying to sell me out to tTie Western Lumber people, lit* is one of their croud and has been since they bought him up six months ago. The ranch, outside the stock we’ve got rurfning on it. is Worth a clean million dollars if it is worth a nickel. Well,„ the Western Lumber company has nfferfd ns ex aetly two hundred and fifty thousand ! one-quarter of yylint it's wjirtli! They know we're mortgaged : They know tlx* t . ' \ interest, we have to pay is heavy; they know that Bollock HiV+npton. for one. is a spender who knows noth ing about big business; they think I'm a that I, because It looks to them lik* to cut anil ripe for tlx Six* paused a moment thoughtfully at tlx* floor. irl, am a fool. a hfiTrtn easy slicing.” frowning Then sud denly six* lifted her eyes to (’arson's saying crisply: “Trevors took time at the end to 1**11 me something. That something was that be was going to make me sell. He even Threatettfui, it I liadn t come to my senses Lerore. the nlneli was dry in tin* summer, to burn me out!” “Tbe durned polecat!” whispered the cattle foreman. ' •'Now thon." cried Judith, “you've got your first Job cut out for you. Let Bayne Trevors or one of ids gang set foot on Blue Lake land, and I'll tell you what I think of you, Carson! or is the job going to be too big for you v* i Carson smiled deprecat ingly. “Be like to see ’em toy It." be said in that soft, whispering voice which upon oc casions was characteristic of him. “I sure would. Miss Judy!” “That's all this morning, Carson." she siJd quietly. “On your way don’t forget to look in on your friend. Benny.” Carson went hastily down the knoll, bis eyes bright. Judith laughed softly* ■ \ j • taking up the telephone, she asked for t lie Titfico at the Lower End, as tire rich valley land of the western por tion of the ranch was commonly known. Briefly malting herself known to the owner of the boyish voice whlrh answered, she asked for "Doc" Tripp Und was informed that the ranch vet erinarian was no longer with the out fit. Judith frowned. “Where Is lie?" “Rocky Bend. 1 think." “Hm !’’ said Judith. “Who lias taken his place?" “Bill (’rowdy is sort of acting vet, right now." “Thanks," she said. Clicking off. sli,e put in a call for “Doc" Tripp iii Rocky Bend. "Get him for me as quickly as you can, will you, please?" six* asked-of the operator in town. For live minutes she munched at n sandwich and pored over the papers before her. When at last ber tele phone-bell rang six* found that it was Tripp. 1 “Hello, Doc," slu*. said cordially. “I haven’t seen you for so long I almost have forgotten how you comb rmir hair!" Tripp laughed with her at that ; across the miles she could pic- furo him running his Tug liamT through tlx* rebellious shock. "Yes, I'm back to stay, and from the looks of it I didn't come away any too soon. What was tlie trouble with you and Tre vors? What was the excuse for can ning you?" Cuticura Soothe* Itching Scalp. 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