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THE BARNWELL PEOPLE, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1924.
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"I’LL STICK”
SYNOPSIS.— Hud Lee, horse
foreman <»f the Blue Ij<ke ranch,
convinced Bayne Trevors, man
ager, is deliberately wrecking
the property owned by Judith
Sanford, a young woman, her
cousin Pollock Hampton, anil
Timothy Gray decries to throw
up his Job, Judith arrives" and
announces she has bought Gray s
share in the ranch'"anil will run
it She discharges Trevors, after
shooting him twice in self-de
fense The men on the ranch
dislike taking Aorders- from a
girl, but by subduing a vicious
horse and'proving her thorough
knowledge of ranch life, Judith
wins the beat of them over la j e
decides to stay, for a while at
least Judith becomes convinced
that her veterinarian, Bill ('row
dy, Is treacherous She discharges
him and gets back Hoc Tripp,
h< r dead father's man. Pollock
Hampton, part owner, comes t(|
stay "for good." Trevors accepts
Hamptons invitation to visit the
ranch Judith's messenger Is held
tip and robbed of the monthly
pay roll Bud Lee goes to the
city for more money, getting
hack safely with It. though his
horse Is killed under him Both
he and Judith see Trevors' hand
In the crime Hog cholera, hard
to account for breaks out on the
ranch Judith and kee Investi
gate the scene of the holdup A
cabin in a flower-planted clear
ing excites Judith's admiration
It Is !<ee's though he does not
say so They are tired on from
ambush and l-ee wounded. An
swering the fire, they make for
the cabin Here they find: Rill
Crowdv wounded • Bragging him
Into the building, they find ,he
has the money taken from |iu-
dlth's messenger They are be
sieged in the cabin all night.
Hampton arrives in time to drive
the attackers off and captures
"Shorty." who later escapes from
the ranch.
the bottom of bis heart lie liked her.
But she was not the lady, of his
dreams. She rode like a man, she
shot like a man. she gave her orders
By Jackson Gregory
Copyright by Charles Scribner'^ Sons
of defiance. *Tve got a right to, If I
want to, haven’t I? What do you look
at me like that for?"
“Sure," he answered hastily. "It
like a man. She was efficient. She I dUh, to beg an advance against his I you good to cry j I know, (treat
was as square as a die; tinder fire site ( wages or allowance or dividends or I thln f AI1 l » ,1I(, s do, sometimes—”
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
Carson blamed himself for the es
cape. "Qulnnion might have let him
loose," he mused as he went slowly to
thf house to tell Judith what had hap
pened. “An’ then he mightn't. If he
didn’t, then who the devil did?"
Judith received the news Sleepily
and much more quietly than Carson
had expected.
“Well have to keep our eyes open
after this, Carson." was her criticism.
"We’ve got to keep an "eye on our own
men. Some one of our crowd, taking
my pay, is double-crossing us. Now,
get your men on the jump and we
won’t bother about the milk-spilling.
If we are in luck we ll get Shorty yet.
And ijiilnnion, (’arson! Don’t forget
Qulnnion. And we’ve still got Bill
(’rowdy; we’ll get everything out of
him that he knows.”
During the day Kmmet Sawyer, the
Rocky Bend sheriff, came, and 'with
him Doctor Brannun. Sawyer assured
Judith flint lie_ would he followed
shortly by a posse led by a deputy and
that they wyhld hunt through the
mountains until they got the outlaws.
To all questions put him, Bill (’row
dy answered with, stubborn denial of
knowledge or not at all. He had been
alone; he didn’t know any man named
Qulnnion, he didn’t know anything
about Shorty. And he hadn't robbed
Miller. That canvas hag, then, with
the thousand dollars in it? He bail
found It; picked It up in a gully.
(’rowdy, at Doctor Branmin's orders,
\vas taken to Rocky,Bend, where Saw
yer promised him a speedy trial, con
viction and heavy sentence unless he
changed his mind and turned state's
evidence. And—to l>e done with Bill
(’rowdy for good and all—he never
came to stand trial. A mad attempt at
escape a week later, another bullet-
hole given him In his struggle with his
Jailer, and with lips still stubbornly
locked, he dted^ without "snitching on
a pal."
• ••••••
I'nder fire In the dark cabin with
life grown suddenly tense for them,
Bud Lee and Judith Sanford-, had
touched hands lingeringly. No One
who knew them guessed it; certainly
one of them, perhaps both, sought to
forget it. There had been that strange
thrill which comes sometimes when a
man's hand and a woman's meet. Bud
Lee grunted at the memory of It ; Ju
dith. remembering, blushed scarlet.
hVr, at that moment of deep, sympa
thetic understanding touched with ro
nntnee which young life will draw
even from a dark night fraught with
danger, there had beep in Bud Lee's
heart hut an acceptance, eager as it
was, of a "pardner." For the time be
ing he thought of her—or, rather, he I
thought that he thought of her - as a
man would think of a companion of
his own sex. He approved of tier. But 1
he did not approve of her as it girl, as
a woman.
He had said ; "There are two kinds
of women." And Judith, knowing that
his ideal was an impossible hut poetic
She, rich in subtle feminine graces,
steeped in that vague charm of her sex
like a rose in- its own perfume, had
accepted his friendship during a dark
hour, allowing herself to forget that
upon the morrow, if morrow came to
them at all, he would hold her In that
gentle scorn of Jiis.
“A narrow-hdhded, bigoted fool!’’
she cried in the seclusion of her bed
room. ‘Til shovi you where you get
off. Mr. Bud Lee)! Just you wait."
In the long, quiet hours whlch^came
during the few days following the end
of a frultleaa aearch for Qnlnnion and
Shorty, ha had ample time to analyze
kia own amotion. Ha liked her; from
was a pardner for any man. But she
was not a little lady to Is* thought of
sentimentally. He wondered what she
would look like if she sited hoots and
broad hat and riding-habit and ap
peared before a man In an evening
gown—"all lacy and ribbony, you
know." He couldn't Imagine her dal
lying. ns the lady of his dreams dal
lied. in an atmosphere of rose-leaves,
perhaps a volume of Tennyson on her
knee.
“Shucks!” he grinned to himself, a
trille shamefacedly. “It's just the
springtime in the air.” *
In stieh a mood there appeared to
Bud Let* a vision. Nothing less. He
was In the little meadow hidden from
the ranch-house by gentle hills still
green with young June, lit* had been
working Lovelady, it newly broken
saddle mure. Standing with Ids back
to a tree, a cigarette in the making
in liis hands. Ids black lint far hack
upon Ids head, he smilingly watHied
Lovelady as with regained freedom
she galloped hack across the meadow
to her herd. Then a shadow on the
grass drew Lee’s eyes swiftly away
from the mare and to the vision.
Over the verdant flooring of the
meadow, stepping daintily in and out
among the big golden buttercups, came
one who might well have been that
lady of ills dreams. A milk-white hand
held up a pale-pink skirt, disclosing
the lacy flounce of a fine underskirt,
pale-pink stockings and mincing little
slippers; a [link parasol cast the most
delicate of tints upon a pretty face
from which big blue eyes looked out
a little timorously upon,the tall horse
foreman.
He knew that this was Marcia
Langworthy. He had never known
until now Just, how pretty she vhts,
how like a flower.
Marcia paused, seemed to hesitate,
dodged suddenly ns a noisy bumblebee
sailed down the air. Then the bee
btir./ed on 'and Marcia smiled. Still
stepping daintily she came on until,
with her parasol twirling over her
shoulder, she stood in the shade with
Let*.
‘ You’re Mr. Lee. aren't you?" asked
Marcia. She vyns still smiling and
looked cool and fresh and very allur
ing. „
Lee dropped the makings of his cig
arette, ground the paper into the sod
with his heel and removed his hat
I
with n gallantry little short of rev
erence.
.“‘Yes," * he answered, his gravity
touched with the hint of a responsive
smile. "Is there something I can do
for you. Miss Lungwortliy?"
“Oh !" cried Marcia. "So you know
■who I am? Yet I have never seen
you. I think."
"The star doesn’t always see the
moth, you know," offered Lee. a little
intoxicated by the first "vision" of tills
kind he had seen in many years.
"Oil!" cr'ed Marcia again and then
stopped, looking at him. frankly puz
zled. She knew little first-hand of
horse foremen. But site had seen Oar-
son, even talked with hifn. And site
had seen other workmeri. She would,
until noyv, have summed them all up
as Illiterate, awkward and Impossibly
backward and shy. A second long,
curious glance at Lee failed to show
that he was embarrassed, though in
truth he had had time to he a hit
ashamed of that moth-and star obser
vation of his. Instead, lie appeared
quite self possessed. And he was good-
looking. remarkably good-looking. And
he didn’t seem illiterate; quite the
contrary* Marcia thought. In an^in
stant she catalogued this tall, dark,
calm-eyed man as interesting.
She twirled her parasol at him and
laughed softly. A strand of blond
hair that was very becoming where
it was, against her delicate cheek, she
tucked hack -where it evidently be-
longed, sjnee there it looked even more
becoming.
"Mr Hampton isn't here. Is he?" she
asked.
"No. Come to think of It, he did
say (his morning that he would he out
whatever you call It. Judith was out
somewhere tit the Lower End, Mrs.
Simpson thought. Hampton saddled
his own horse and went to find her.
All this Marcia was to learn that eve
ning.
After tiie swift passing of a few
bright minutes, Marcia and Bud Lee
^rolled together across the meadow
to the spring. Marcia, it seemed, was
interested in,everything. Lee told her
much of the ways of horses, of break
ing them, of a score of little ranch
matters, not without their color. Mar
cia noted that he spoke rather slowly,
and guessed that lie was choosing his
words with particular care.
She was delighted when they came
to the bank under tile willows where
a pipe sent forth a clear, cold stream
of water from a shady recess in the
hillside. Here, at Lee's solicitous
suggestion, she rested after her long
walk- it was nearly a half-mile to the
ranch-house—disposing her skirts fluf-
fily about her, taking tier seat upon a
convenient log from whiehr w'ifli his
hat, Lee had swept the loose dust.
'T’m dreadfully improper, am I not?"
said Marcia. “But I am tired, and it
is hot. isn't It? Out there in the fields.
I mean. Here it’s just lovely. And
I do so love to hear about all the
tilings you oknow which are so won
derful to me. Isn't life narrow in the
cities? Don't you think so, Mr! Lee?"
The breeze playing gently with the
ribbons of her sunshade brought to
him Hie faintest of violet perfumes.
He lay at ‘her feet, obeying her tardy
command to have the smoke which
she had interrupted. His eyes were
full of her.
“I'd so love.” went on Marcia
dreamily, "to live always out-of-doors.
Out here I feel so sorry for the
people I know in town. Here women
must grow up so sweet and pure and
Innocent; men must be so fine and
manly and strong!”
Arid she meant it. It was perfectly
clear that she spoke in utter sincerity.
For this long, summer day. no matter
how she would fee! tomorrow. Marcia
was in tune with the open, yearned
for the life blown clean with the air
of the mountains. In the morning
her mood-had been one of rebellion,
for her mother had said things which
both hurt anti shocked the girl. Her
mother was so mercenary, so unro
mantic, Now.ifjis a hit of reaction, the
rebellious spirit had grown teftder;
opposition had been followed by list-
lessness ; and into tin* mood of tender
listlessness there had come a man. A
man whom Marcia had never noted
until now and who was an anomaly,
almost a mystery.
Fate, in the form of old Carson,
turned a herd of bellowing steers out
Into the fields lying 'between the
meadow and the ranch-hoijse that aft
ernoon just as Marcia, making a late
concession to propriety, was shaking
her skirts and lifting her parasol. It
was scarcely to tie wondered at that
the steers seemed to Marcia a great
herd of bloodthirsty beasts. Then
there were her pink gown and sun
shade 1
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" cried Marcia.
So It was under Lee's protection
that she went hack through the mead
ows and to the house. At first she was
frightened by the strange noises his
led horse made, little snorts which
made her Jump. But In the end s..e
put out a timid hand and stroked the
velvet nose. When finally Bud Lee
lifted itis hat to her at the base of the
2»
knoll upon which the h(HJSe stood
Marcia thanked him for his kindness.
‘T’ve been terribly unconventional,
haven't I?" she smiled at him. "But
I mustn't again. Next time we meet.
Mr. Lee, I am not even going to speak
to you. Unless." relenting brightly,
“you come up to the house a.nd are
properly introduced !"
As-slu went through the Hines Lee
saw her wave her parasol to him.
• * ■ • # * * •
Three days later Bud Lee learned
that Judith Knnfohl was. after all.
“just a girl, you know"; that at least
right after lunch to help me break ; for onee in her life she had slipped
Loye+ady, But I haven't seen him." ! away to lie by herself and to cry. He
"He wanted me to stroll out here , stopped dead In “his—tracks when he
with him." Marein explained. "And came unexpectedly upon iter, became
I wouldn't. It was too. hot. Didn't
you find It terribly hot about an hour
ago. Mr. Lee?"
As a matter of fact Bud Lee had
been altogether too busy an hour ago
with the capers of Lovelady to note |
whether it W'as hot or cold. But In* !
<'ourteousl\ agreed with Miss Lang
worthy.
’Then." she ran on brightly, "It got
cool all of a sudden. Or at least I
did. And I thought that Roily had
come out Were, so I walked oift to
surprise him. And now, he isn't here!"
Marcia looked up at Lee helplessly,
smilingly, fascinatingly. It was quite
as though she had added: “Oh, dear!
What shall I do?"
Bollock Hampton had full$ meant to
come. But by now he had forgotten
all about Bud Lee and horses to ride
and to be bucked off by. A telegram
had come from a nasty little tailor in
San Francisco who hud discovered
Hampton’s retreat and who was dev
ilishly Insistent upon a small nintter-
oh, some suits and tilings, you know
The whole thing totaled scarcely s *vcr
hundred dollars. He wcut to find .It:
suddenly awkward, embarrassed, a mo
merit uncertain, hut yielding swiftly to
an impulse to run for it. \
"Come here. Bud Lee!" commanded
Judith sharply, dabbing at her eyes. "I
want to talk-with you."
lie was at the Upper End where he
had ridden for half a dozen young
horses w hich were to. he taken down
into the meadow for their education
And lien* she was, on a bench outside
the old cabin, indulging herself In a
hearty cry.
"I—I didn't ’know you were here."
lie stammered. "I was going to make
some coffee and have lunch here. • I
do, sometimes. \ It's a real fine day
isn’t It, Miss Sanford! Nice and warm
and—" His voice trailed off Indis
tlnctly.
“Oh. sent!” cried Judith at him,
half laughing, still half crying. She
had wiped her eyes but s^ll! two big
tears, untouched, trembled' on her
'•hecks.. In spite of him Le^_couldn’t
' eep Ids eyes off them. *
‘I'm 'ust crying." Judith told him
'■it. v ' : '' i' sudden assumption^ of
hieh had in it souietlaog
Judith sniffed.
“You know all Hint there is to he
known about ‘ladies,’ don’t you? In
your vast wisdom all you’ve got to do
is lump ’em in one of your brilliant
generalities. That’s the man of you!”
Lee went into the cabin without
looking hack. Judith, watching him,
saw that he ran his hand across his
forehead. She sniffed at him again.
But when Lee hail the coffee ready
she had washed her face at the spring,
had tucked her tumbled hair hack un
der her hat, and, looking remarkably
cool, cairie into the cabin.
"You can make coffee," Judith
nodded her approval ns she sipped at
Hie black beverage, cooled a little by
condensed milk. I.ee was busied with
a tin containing potted meat. “Now,
have you got over your shock so that
I can talk with you?"
He smiled at Iter across the little
oilcloth-covered table, and answered
lightly and with his old assurance
that he guessed he hail steadied his
nerve. Hadn’t he told iter a cup of
coffee would do wonders?
“Would It go to your head." began
the girl abruptly, "if I were to tell
you that I size you up as the best
man I’ve got* on my pay roll?"
"I’d try to keep both feet on the
ground," he said gravely, though he
wondered w hat was coming.
"I’ll explain," she continued, her
tone impersonally businesslike. "Next
to you. I count on Doc Tripp; nnjt to
Tripp, on Carson. They are good
men; they are trustworthy; they un
derstand ranch conditions and they
know what loyalty to the home-range
means. But Tripp Is just a vet
erinarian; simply that and nothing
more. His horizon isn’t very wide.
Neither is Carson’s."
"And mine?" he grinned at her.
"Read me my horoscope, I£tsr San
ford."
"You have taken the trouble to he
something more than Just a horse
foreman," she told him quietly. "I
don’t know what your advantages
A Mad Attempt at Escape, Another
Bullet Hole.
have been; if you haven’t gone
through high school, theq at least you
have been ambitious enough to get
books, to read, to educate yourself.
You have developed further than Car-
son ; you have broadened more than
Tripp."
“Thanks," he offered dryly.
"Oh, I’m not seeking to intrude Into
your .private affairs, Mr Bud Lee!”
"die cried warmly at his tone. “I have
no desire to do so, having no interest
in them. First of all, I want one
rhing clear: You said when I first
came that you’d stay a few days, long
enough for me to get a man in your'
place. We have both been rather too
busy to think of your leaving or my
seeking a substitute. Now what? Do
you want to go? Or do you want to
stick?"
What did he want? He hpd antici
pated an interference from the girl in
tils management of the duty allotted
him and no such interference had
come. She left him unhampered, even
as slu* did Tripp and Carson. He had
his interest in his horses. It was
pleasant here. This cabin was a sort
of home to him. Besides, he had the
idea that Qulnnion and Shorty might
again he heard from—that if Trevors
was hacking their play, there would
tie other threats offered the Blue Lake
outfit from which he tiad no desire to
run. There was such a thing as loy
alty to the home-range, and in the
half-year he had worked here it had
become a part of him. v
•Tll#stick," he said quietly.
"I’m glad of that," repfted Judith.
"Oh, you’ll have your work cut out
for you. Bud Lee. and. that you “may
he better fitted to do It, I want you to
know just what I am up against:
“It’s a gamble, with us broking the
'ong odds. Dad left me a third In-
erest, clear, valued, counting stock,
t a good deal more than four hun-
ired thousand dollars. He left me no
•ash. Dad never had any cash. Just
io soou as he got his bands on it he
put it to work. I knew he had planned
taking over another one-third Interest
and I went on with his plans. . ]
mortgaged my share for two hundred
thousand dollars, which I got at 5 per
cent. That means I have to dig up
each year, Just interest, ten thousand
dollars. That’s a pfietty big lump, you
know.”
“Yes,’’ he admitted slowly. "That’s
big; mighty big.”
"With the money I raised,” Judith
continued. T bought out the third
owner, Timothy Gray. He let his
holding go for three hundred and fifty
thousand. It was a bargain for me—
if I can make a go of it. I still owe.
on the principal, one hundred and
fifty thousand. Total of my indebted
ness, three hundred and fifty thousand
dollars. And that’s bigger. Bud Lee.”
“Yes. That's bigger figures than I
can quite get the hang of."
No wonder she had been crying.
Even if everything went smooth on
the Blue Lake site; too. had her work
cut out for iter.
“Now," she ran on, her voice stirring
him with tiie ringing note In it. "I can
make a go of it—if they will just let
me alone! I am playing close to tlje
table, Lee, close! I have a little
money in the bank, enough *o run
along for two or three montlrs, that's
all. I have about two thousand."
"Close hauled," grunted Lee. And to
himself, lie remarked as he had re
marked once before: "Kite’s got her
sand.”
yuite naturally Bud Lee thought
swiftly of his horses. He hud told
Trevors that he wanted to make no
sale for at least six months. Given
until then—if Judith could make n go
of it without forcirig~TT sale—he’d
show her the way to at least seven or
eight thousand, with a good percent*
age of clear profit.
“To begin with," Judith's voice in
terrupted his musings, "1 am going to
have trouble with Carson. I adndt
that he's an exceptionally good cattle
foreman ; I admit, too, that he has his
limitations. He is of the old school,
and lias got to learn something. He'll
be coming to me in August or Septem
ber, telling me i’ve got to begin selling.
That's the way they all do! And the
result is that beef cattle drop and tiie
market clogs with them. What I am
going to do is to make Carson start in
buying then."
"Were pretty well stocked up,” Lee
offered gently. “Turning Hie hilispover
to the hogs makes a difference, too
We’re going to he short of feed lon>
before September is over."
“Short of range feed, yes,” she re
torted warmly. "But we're going to
put our trust In our silos, Lee, and
make them do such work for us an
they have never done before. Then,
when other folks are forced to sell oft'
for what they can get, we’ll hold on
and buy. We won’t sell before Decern
her or January, when the market !u
up."
He shook his head. Though not of
tiie old school which had produced
Carson, still he put little faith In those
tall towers into which alfalfa and In
dian corn were fed to make lush fod
tier.
“I don’t know a whole lot about si
los." he admitted.
"Neither does Carson,” said Judith
"He looks at such things as siios-and
milking-machines and tractors and
fences even as the old Indians must
have looked at -the inroads of the
white npin. But, do you know when
lie has been these last few days?"
“In' Kan Francisco? Heard him saj
he was going to take a few days off.’
Judith laughed. ‘
"That’s Carson for you! He
wouldn’t admit where he was going.
I sent him down to Davis, where the
state experimental farm and labora
tories are. He’s going to see silo,
study silo, think silo until lie gets a
new idea Into his head. I have ordered
a big extension In our Irrigated area.
I have begun the construction of twe
more silos. When Carson gets bad
he’s going to look around for 8oro<
more shortitorns at bargain prices. 1
have an idea it wouldn’t do you any
harm, either, to look lover what we are
doing down at the Lower End."
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lion t.o other characteristics.
Is Work a Burden?
Louisburg,
taking Dr
N. C
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—"When 1 started
i e r c c ' s .Golden
Medical Discov
ery, niy house
hold cares were
a burden to me.
I was weak and
rundown,
vous, had
hac k mg
of twenty
standing,
constipated,
petite poor
ner-
a dry.
cough
years’
wa--
ap-
and
had lost in
weight from 100
to 83 lbs. After taking the first bottle
of the ’Discovery’ I began to improve
and my cough was almost gone 1
am now able to do my domestic work
and have regained my regular weight.
I relish my food and rest good at
night."—Mrs J. P. Pleasants. Route
2, Box 37 All druggists
With B^d Lee deciding to
stick, will Judith's plans solve
her financial difficulties?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Study Woods Again 1
When iron ships came into use ?h«i
study of woods began to decline and
the decline was steady until recently
when the United States Department of
Agriculture placed wood upon a foot
ing of a "principal product.” Galileo,
upon Id's visit to the arsenal In Venie®,
which visit had much to do with hia
law upon tlte resistance of solid bodies,
was one of the first eminent students
of woods. Leonardo da Vinci was ai*
other.
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Lyric Soprano
The wbrd lyric is derived from tL«
lyre!t which is now used us an instill
tuent to accompany the smaller forms
of poetry. It has become associated
with songs that are composed more
for their melodious Interest than for
their dramatic effect. A lyric soprsn#
is known as a light soprano, which is
more suited to light songs and solot,
to distinguish it from dramatic s»
prunos, which are heard to greater a4
vantage In opera and oratorio woffc
Household Necessity
For cut*, burn*. blUteri, ra*het t
wound*, or »kin trouble* of any
kind. Soothing and healing.
Keepit alwav* in the hnusr. In
tube* or bottle*. Look for the
trademark “Vaseline” on every
package. It i* your protection.
Chesebrough Mfg. Co. (Con»’d)
State Street New York
Vaseline
(nut Mitre.
PETROLEUM JELLY
CASCAW^QIJININt
Standard cold remedy world over. Demand
box bearing Mr. HUTs portrait and sic nature,
atai At AU Prmggimta—30 Cenf#
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