The Barnwell people. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1884-1925, October 16, 1924, Image 6
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THE PEOPLE, BARNWELL, S. C.
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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
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few hours you have a well, playful child
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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
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The Villain Foiled!
■ Bluebeard smiled us lie opened the
closet door ami saw the bodies of his
former wives hanging by their gory
tresses. Then he gnarled us, lie took
n look at ids next prospective victim.
"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
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Judith Is luckyto get^Bud
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(TO RE CONTINUED.)
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