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I k THURSDAY, DEO. 4, 1924. J THE BARNWELL PEOPLE, BARNWELL. SOUTTI CAROLINA. PAGK Judith of Blue Lake Ranch THE PARTY TNOPSIS —Hud hors* of the XIIJt LiVf;* rannh. oonviiK/ed Bayne Trevors, man- aRer. '..i dejiberately' v/reckinK the property owned by Judith Sanford; a youn? woman, her rousin. Pollock Hampton, and TimoUiy Gray, decides to throw up his Job. Judith arrives and announces she lias bought Gray's snare in the ranch and will run it. She discbJurKes Trevors, after .shootiuK him twice in self-de fense. The men on the ranch dislike taking orders from a girl, but ay subduing a vicious horse and proving hep thorough knowl edge of ranch life. Judith wins, the best of them over. I-ee de-, cides to stay, for a while at least. Judith becomes convinced that her veterinarian. Bill Crowdy. is treacherous': She discharges, him and gets back Poo Tripp h^f (Jelid father's TrnaT. Pollock Hampton, part owner, comes to stay "for good." Trevors accepts Hamp ton’s invitation to visit the ranch. Judith's messenger is held up and robbed of the monthly pay roll. Bud Bee goes to the city for more money, getting back safely with It. though his horse Is killed under him. Botli he and Judith see Trevors' hand in the crime. Hog cholera, hard to ac count for, breaks out on the ranch. Judith and I^e Investi gate the scene of the holdup. A cabin In a flower-planted clear ing excites Judith's admiration. It is Bee's, though he does not say so. They are tired on from ambush, and I^ee wounded. An swering tire fire, they make for the cabin. Here they find Bill Crowdy wounded. Dragging him into the building, they find he has the money taken from Judith’s messenger. They are besieged in the cabin all night. Hampton ar rives in time to drive the attack ers off and captures "Shorty, who later escapes from the ranch. JudBh tells Bud I,ee her fin an dal troubles and he says he'll stick. He's beginning to be fond of her. In spite of her mannish ways The disoovery Is made that pi geons. with hog cholera germs on their feet, have been liberated on the ranch. Bee captures a stranger, Dick Donley, red-hand ed. witli an accomplice, a cowboy known as "Poker Face." By JACKSON GREGORY Copyright by Charles Scrihger’a Soar CHAPTER IX—Continued —10— Slip asked hor questions, got lior an swers. Triumphantly she turned to Tripp. The I’agley ranch, though a hundred tulles away, was the nearest cholera- infected place of which Tripp had any knowledge. Bagiey did have a flock of pigeons; a man, a month or so ago, had bought two dozen from him. the man wasn't Trevors. Bagiev didn’t know who he was. The same man, however, had shown up three days ago and hud asked for another half-dozen of the birds. There had. been three white pigeons among them. He .was a shifty-eyed chap. Bagiey said, olo t'i'ou n suit, hut withh n rattlesnake s l'ht around the crown. That, point for point, spoiled I'onlev. . lee returned with the shjrt which he had ripped from his prisoner's hack. Adhering to the Inside of it were little, downy feathers and three or lour larger featliei's from a pigeon'!* wing. -> "I guess he rode mostly at night, at that.’ eoneluded Bee. "\ great little fat tmm you must have looked, strati gcr, witli si\ of those birdies iu yottt tbiri.” Ponley's face was~li violet red. But u glance from Hoe shut his mouth for him. I’oker I’ace, still locking on, guve no sign ot interest. 1 "I'bt him in the grain house," said Judith, her eyes bright with auger. "And see that lie doesn't go Shorty’s trail. Poker l are, have you anything to say for yourselfV" "No," answered Poker Face. ' I hen, ' eried Judith hotly, “you cun have your time right now! Donley, here, I II prosecute. He’s going to pay fori this morning's work. I’ve got noth ing on you. It’s up to you to see that I don t get It ! Ami you cun tell Shorty for me—yes, and Quiunion. too. and Bayne Trevors, if you like—that t am ready and waiting for vour next play ! And don't forget that when Sun Quentin Is full there’s still room in Folsom.” Judith telephoned Kmrnet Sawyer that she had a man for him. Hee and <’arson conducted an expostulating Donley to the grain-house and Jailed him wordlessly. Then (’arson put a man on guard at the door, daylight though it was. When all was done fie filled his pipe slowly and turned trou bled eves after Poker Face. "She made a mistake there, though," he said regretfully. "A better cow hand 1 never ask to see, Bud. An’ you ought to see the game of crib that man playiL. Nope, Judy; you're wrong there." But Bud lee, the man who did not approve of the sort of woman who did man’s work, said with unusual warmth : “Don’t you for-’, yourself, ('arson! She hasn’t rmulv one little misplav ye- !” CHAPTER X Judith Triumphant Tbe-igh, under the surface, life upon- Blue Hake ranch was sufficiently tense, the remaining days of June frivoled by as bright and bonny as the little meadow-blues flirting with the held- flowers. Since from the„very first the ranch had been short-Itunded, the hours from duwu to dusk were tilled with activity. Carson, who, true to Judith's expecta lions, had brought back some new Ideas from bis few days at the expert mental farm—Ideas not to j>e admitted by Carson, however—bought a hun dred young steers from a neighboring overstocked range. In the lower cor rals the new milking-machines were working smoothly, only a few of the older cows refusing to have anything to do with them. *• Tripp had succeeded in locating and getting hack some of the men who hud worked long under Cuke Sanford and whom Trevors had discharged. It vvu> a joy to see the familiar faces of Sun ny Harper, Johnny Hodge, Bing Kel ley, Tod Bruce. The alfalfa acreage was extended, a little more tlran dou bled. Plans were, made for an abun dance of dry fodder to he fed with the lush silage during the coming lean months. Bud Hee broke his string of horses and, with Tommy Burkitt and one other dependable man, began per fecting their education, with an eye turned toward a profitable sale in Jan uary. Quimiion, perforce, was left undis turbed upon the sheep-ranch, whither Kmrnet Sawyer had followed him. Against Bud Bee’s word that lie hud hud a hand In the trouble at the old cabin were the combined oaths of two of the sheepmen that he had been, with them at the time. Hampton’s guests, who had planned for a month at the ranch, stayed < n. But they would be leaving at the end of June. That is, Farris and Rogers positively; the Hungworthys, perhaps. The major was content here, and to stay always and always,, wbuld be an unbounded joy—of course, with little runs to the city for the opera season and.for sfmpping trips, and a great, Jolly house-party now and then. The only fly In Murcia’s ointment was Hampton himself. Site confessed as much to Judith. She liked him. oh, ever so much! But was that love? She yearned for a man who would thrill her through and through, and Hamp ton didn’t always do that. Just after his heroic capture of the terrible Shorty, Murcia was thrilled to Iter heart’s content; But there were (Ulier days when Hampton was Just Pollock Hampton. If it could only he arranged so that she could stay on and on, with no day of reckoning to come, no matri monial ventures on the horizon . . . “That's simple, my dear," Judith smiled at her. "When you get through being Pollock Hampton’s guest, you can be mine for a while.” Hampton was now a great puzzle to Mrs. Bangworthy, uml even an object of her secret displeasure. Not that that displeasure ever went to the limit of changing Mrs. Lungwort by's plans. But she longed for the'right to talk to him us a mother should. For, seeking to emulate those whom lie so unstint- edlv admired, Bud Hee and Carson * ^ and the rest of the hard-handed, quick eyed until in the service of the ranch, Huippton was no longer the careless, frankly inefllclent youth who had es corted Ids guests here, lit* went for days at a time unshaven, having other matters to think of; he eame to the tali!** bringing with him the aroma of the stables. He also wore a pair of trousers as eylindrieul in the leg as a stovepipe; over them he won 4 a pair of cheap bine overalls, with the proper six-inch turn up at the bottom to show the stovepipe trousers underneath. The overalls got soiled, then dirty, then disgracefully blotched with wagon grease and picturesque stains, and Hampton made no apologies for them. Twice he left the ranch, once to be gone overnight, intending that It should be a mystery where he went. But, since be rode the north trail which led to the Western Humber camp, no one doubted that he dtad gone to see Bayne Trevors, In whom be still stoutly believed. Bet ween the loth and the memor able liOth of June, Bud Hee saw little of Judith Sanford. She was here, there, evervwhere: busy, preoccupied. helplessness which turned flatteringly to the strength of the other sex. Ju dith asked no man to aid her in mount ing her horse; Marcia coquettishly slipped a daintily slippered foot inttv a man’s palm, rising because of bis strength. .Now; when his thoughts went to Ju dith. Bud Hee turned them dexterous ly to Marcia, making his comparisons, shaping them to fit into his pet theory. When, days passing, he did not see Judith, he told himself that he was going to miss Marcia when she left. When one day be came unexpectedly upon Judith and with lips and eyes she flashed her ready smile at him, lie felt that odd stir in his blood. What a pity that a girl like her, who might have been anything, elected to do a man’s work! When, again unexpect edly, he came another day upon Mar- cla fldfng w ith IIampton, there was no quick stirring of the pulses, and he contented himself with the thought: “Now, that Is the sort of woman. A man’s woman! His other self . . and so on. When Judith planned a little party to mark the departure of Marcia on the 30th of June—it wasn’t definitely decided that the Langworthys were leaving then, but at least Farris and Rogers were—the reasons actuating her were rather more complex than Judith herself fully realized or would have admitted. She liked Marcia: slfe wanted to do at least this much for her. HlVing room, dining room, music room, library—they would all he cleared of the larger pieces of fur niture, the double-doors thrown open. The string band from Rocky Bend would come. Judith would send out invitations to the nicer people there and to the ranches hereabout. She would have a barbecue, there would be races and the usual holiday games, then the dance. Marcia would know nothing of It until the last day, when her eager enthusiasm would send her a-flutter to her dressing-room. I’nanftlyzed, It was simplicity Itself, this giving a farewell party to Marcia. Fnder analysis, it was a different mut ter. The hoys at the ranch would be Invited, and of course most of ,them would come. But Hee would come. Judith would see to that, even if he should hesitate. Bud Hee had always been so self- possessed, had so coolly found her lacking, that, piqued a little, Judith longed for the opportunity to place him in an atmosphere where a little 111 k ' / S? u y - - ~ ii | 1 '7’ l v , vA Lamp m Hand, Went Down Into the Cellar. of his calm self-possession might be , snatched from him. If she could em barrass him, If she could see the red rise under Ids tanned skin, she would he giving Mr. Hee a lesson good for ids soul. "I’ve got powerful little use for an Marcia he talked witli twice; once when they rode together while Hamp ton, racing recklessly down a rocky slope for a shot at n deer got a fall, a sore shoulder and made his dehut in certain new swearwords; once when all of the guests, with the exception of Farris, who was painting the por trait of the stallion. Nightshade, and the major, who had “letters to ^vrite," came out to watch the horse-breaking. This time, introduced to Mrs. Bang worthy. Hee got for his how a remark ably cold stare. Dtherst might forget, here iu- the open, the distinction be tween people of the belter class and their servants—not Mrs. Hangworthy, If you please. Having created hfs imaginary Wom an, Hee was ripe toy full in love with her w"ten she came. He had thrilled to the touch of Judith’s hand that night in the cabin; his thoughts, nintiy and many a day. centered about the superbly alive beauty that whs Ju dith’s. The fact dislurlaul him vague ly. The thought that he was very deeply interested in her in the gbod old way between man and maid, never en.ered his stubborn head. She was as fur removed from his ideal woman ns the furthermost star in the infinite Armament. Perhaps it was tills very disquiet within him. caused by Judith, which now turned Ms thoughts to Marcia. “That’s the son of woman,” he told himself stoutly. “A man’s woman; his other self, not just a pardner; the necessary other side of him. not Just the same side In a different way." f Marcia hud little, feminine wajs «f affair like that,” said Hoe coolly, when she told him. ‘Thank you. Miss San ford, but I don’t tlduk I’ll come." Judith shrugged her shoulders as though It did not in the least matter to her. ‘ I’m giving It for Marcia,” she said. "Do you think It would he quite pice to her to stay away? I urn afraid that she will be hurt.” Not Judith's words, but the look in her eyes changed Bee’s Intentions. “If It’s for Miss Hangworthy," he said quietly, ‘Til come." The day came and Bud Bee began to regret that he had given Ids prom ise to g.j to Marcia’s dance. All day he was taciturn, aloof, avoiding not only the visitors from Rocky Rend and the other randies, but Ids own fellows as well. He took no part in the races, was missing when the blaz ing trenches and smell of broiling meat told that the barbecue was in progress. He worked with Ids horses as he had worked yesterday, as he would work tomorrow. With the dusk he went, not to the men’s quarters, but to the old cabin at tbe Fpper KmV. Again and again that day he h:*-d thought of that look In Judith's ey-s when she hud asked him to come for Marcia’s sake. What the devil did she mean by It? He didn’t know ex actly, but he did know that In its own vague way It Irritated him. Her eyes had laughed at him, they had teased, they had told him that Judith herself wasn’t wasting a single thought upon Mr. Bud Hee. but that she had noticed his obvious* Interest In Miss Langwor- ihy. "D—n It,” muttered Lee. T won’t go." But lie had said he would go, and In little things as In big ones he was scru pulous. He would go, just to dance with Marcia and show Miss Judith a thing or two. He felt unreasonably' like taking^iss Judith across his knee and spanking her. And he did* have a curiosity to see Just what Judith would look like In a real party-dress. “Poor little wild Indian," he grum bled. ’She’s got tiie making of a wpiv der in her, and she doesn't even know it. \\ hut's worse, doesn't care.” He sat with a dead cigarette be tween bis Angers, staring at the wind blown flame of fds coal-oil lamp.. Ju dith was doing this as she did every- thing that she set her two hands on, thoroughly and with her whole heart and soul. In that lay the key to her character. There was no -half-way with tier. When she gave. It was open lieartedly, with no reservation; where I she loved or hated, it was unreserved ly ; if she gave a dance it would be a dance for the countryside to remem- ber. ,———_—-—— Yesterday Hampton had wondered, grinning, what he’d look like in a dress-suit again. Hadn’t had a thing on here of late but his war togs. Whereby he culled attention to his turned-up overalls,'soft shirt, battered bat, and flapping vest with the tobac co-tag hurtging out. Bud Hee turned down the wick of his lamp, which had been smoking, and sat staring at it another five minutes. “By thunder," he said softly to himself, ’Til do it." He shoved the bunk away from Its place In the Corner, opened a trap door In the floor and. lamp irt hand, went down into the cabin’s cellar. Here was a long pine box, hooped with tin bands for shipping, Its lid securely nailed on. He set down his lamp and with shirt-sleeve wiped off some of the accumulation of dust and spider-web. A card with the words, “David Bur- rill Hee, Rocky Rend,” tacked to It made its uppearamoe. Lee shook his head and attacked the lid. "It’s like digging out a dead man,” lie . muttered. ‘‘Well, we’ll bury him again tomorrow.” It was a box of odds and end^j Clothing, a few hooks, a pack of pho tographs, an ornate bridle, a pair of gold-chased spurs, a couple of hats, gloves, no end of the vaided articles which might have gone hastily Into such a receptacle as this from the hur ried packing In a bachelor’s apart ments. Bud Hee,"with a dress-suit and the articles It demands, even to a tie and dancing-shoes, went back Into the room above. “Hike Hampton," he mused, looking at the things In his hands, “I wonder what It’ll feel like to get back into these! I’m a fool." He laughed short ly and set to work to improvise a flat iron to take the worst wrinkles out of the cloth. “Once a fool, always a fool. You can’t get away from It.” It was ‘settled. He was going to Marcia’s party. He insisted upon cull ing it In his mind, "Marcia’s party." And he was wondering, as he shaved, how Judith was going to look. As Bud Lee came through the lilacs into the courtyard, he heard the tinkle of a distant piano and the tremolo of a violin, so faint as hardly to he distln- guiswd above the plash and gurgle of tlie—fountains. The court, bathed in soft light, seemed a corner of fairy- liind. ■ the music vanishing eltin strains to some mischievous troop put ting sighs and hive dreams imo a sleeps ing maid's breast. The night was rich with stars, warm with summer, serene with the peaee of the mountains. He was late. They were already dancing within. | He stood a moment, looking in at the outer edge of the flood of light which gushed through the wide doors. Behind him Japanese lanterns hang ing from a vine-covered trellis; before him flowers, bright chandfllers, girls' dresses like fluttering, many-colored, diaphanous butterfly wings. He hail been saying to himself: “I must hurry if I want to dance with Marcia.” And something stirring restlessly within him shoved aside the thought of Mar cia and put In Its stead the old won der: "What sort of a Judith would lie see tonight?” He found It difficult to form nnv picture of her here, among these gay, Inconsequent merry-makers. Judith to him spelled a girl upon a horse, boot ed, spurred, with a scarf about her neck fluttering wildly behind her as she rode, the superb, splendid figure of u girl of the out-of-doors, alive with the hot pioneer blood which had been her rich Inheritance, a sort of wdnder- ful boy-girl. Remove her flapping hut. her boots and spurs ami riding-suit, and what was left of Judith? Outside were half a dozen of the hoys who hud not mustered courage to set foot on the polished floors, Carson and Tommy Burkitt among them. Tommy stared at Bud Hee and his Jaw dropped In amazement. Carson ttMik swift stock of such clothes us he hrd never suspected a good horse foreman owned, and gasped faintly: “The d—n . . . lady-killer!” But I.ee had neither eyes nor thoughts for them, nur remembrance of his own change from working garb * to that of polite society. The dance came to a lingering end. the couples throughout the big room strolled up and down, clapping their hands softly or vehemently us their natures or de gree of enthusiasm dictated, and I.ee forgot Marcia and sought eagerly for a glimpse of Judith. Refused a second encore, the couples stood about chatting, the hum of lively voices bespeaking eager enjoy ment. There was no early chill upon the assembly, to be dissipaned as the dunce wore on; the day of festivity outdoors had thawed the thin crust of icy strangeness which is so natural a / part of such a function as tbls. Al ready it seemed that everybody was on the most cheerful terms with every body else. — Suddenly bis eyes, still seeking Judith, found Mnrelav Surrounded by a little knot of men, each of them plainly seeking to become her happy partner for the next dance, adorably helpless as usual, Miss Hangworthy was allowing the men to fight It out among themselves. Hee moved a little nearer to see her better. Jn a pale- blue gown, .fluffy as a summer cloud, her cheeks delicately flushed, a white rose like a snowdrop in the gold of her hair, she was flutteringly happy, reminding him of those little meadow blues that had flown palpitatingly about him that day In the fields. And sRe was obviously as much at her ease here. In an atmosphere of music and flattery, as the tiny butterflies In their own x meadows. ' Bud I.ee came In, his tall form con spicuous, and went straight to Murcia. She saw him Immediately; forgot her self to stare almost as Carson had done; smiled at him brightly; waved her fan to him. He took her hand and told her tvlth his eyes how pretty she was. The delicate tint In Marcia's cheeks deep ened and warmed, her eyes grew even brighter. "hjlatterer!” site chided him. “Are we to talk of the *»«th and the star again. Mr. Hee?" The knot of men about her melted away. Lee stood looking down Into her upturned eyes, measuring her gentle beauty. He had thought of her as a little blue butterfly—she was more like a wee white moth, flutter ing. fluttering . . . The music, again from a hidden dis tance, set feet to tapping. Marcia plainly hesitated," flashed a quick look from Hee to the others about them, then w hispered hurriedly: "It’s terrible of me, hut—" And she slipped her hand Into his arm, cast another searching glance over her shoulder for a partner who had been too tardy In finding her, and yielded to the temptation to have this first dunce with “the most terribly fas cinating man there!" Hee slipped his arm about her, felt her sway with him, and lightly they caught the beat of the dance and lost themselves In it. And still, again and again turning away from Marcia, he sought Judith. The dance over, their talk was In terrupted by an excited and rather overdignified youth with a hurt look In his young worshiping eyes, who stiffly reminded Miss Hangworthy that she had cut his dance. - She was so contrite and helpless about It that tbe youth’s heart was touched ; she blamed herself for her terribly stupid way of always getting things tangled up, gave him the promise of the next dance, which she had already given to soma one else, disposed of him with charm ing skill, and sighed as she turned . again to’Lee. "I haven't paid my respects to our hostess," he said quietly. “Where Is Miss Sanford?” “She sent her excuses,” Marcia told him. “Aren’t we In a draft. Mr. Hee?” He moved' with her away from the soft current of air, a distinct disap pointment moving him to the verge of ; sudden anger. What business hud Ju dith to stay away? “You mean she isn’t coming at all?” lie asked quickly. “Oh, no," she told him, busy with (tie rose in her-Italr. her eyes bright on Ills. “Just as Ihe dance was be ginning she had to go to the telephone. Some lunch business, I don’t know what. But she sent word she would l»e here Immediately—I believe," and Marcia made her remark teasingly, itrough she did want to know*, “that a certain mysterious gentleman who ■masquerades as a horse-breaker Is very much interested in Judith." “What makes you say a thing like that?" lie asked, startled a little. Marcia laughed. “A woman’s Intuition. Sir Mystery!" sin* informed him gayly. "What does the woman’s, Intuition find to he the mysterious gentleman’s | interest in a certain Miss Hangwor- thy?” he asked lightly. "It tells her that he likes her; that i it would be fun for him to come and ! play with her; that he would be kind and courteous; but that he considers her very much as he would a foolish little butterfly !’’ Is HoDsmrtns FRIT m ■ V ■ ■ Band u* your nam« and § a S w« will aend you,FUE ■ ■ ■■■■■ and fOSTFAID a lOeant botfla of LJQUID VKNKER. Won<Urftil far your dally duatlno. Cloana.dtaota and pollaboa with onaawaap of your duat cloth. Ronowapt- anea,furnitura.woodwork,automoMlo*. Makea everything look like new. Make* dueling a pleaeure. Sold by Hard war*. f arni • ture.drug. paint, grocery and generaletorna ' UMlt YfSfEI (•■MIT •■Mala. I T. r* a shade better SPRINGLESS SPADES Iasi lons'ei -LivkHk’lhu' ■ ^ Ctfnnbigrbam Man uf actur era, SET Incisive Truth Well Worth Small Amount on <me occasion a Highland minister called upon Dr. Alexander Whyte of Edinburgh fbr some financial assist ance for the work in the North. Doe- ton Whyte regretted that he could not afford to assist the Highlander, but advised him to visit a wealthy layman In the city. Going to the house of the layman, the Highlander found him disinclined to give. Nettled at his reception, the Highlander answered brusquely. Re senting the tony, the rich man asked: “And whom do you take me for?" “A fire-deserving sinner, like my self," came the quick retort. Returning to Doctor Whyte, he ex plained the circumstances. ^ "You did not say tliHt?" eagerly asked the doctor. , "Aye, I did," replied the other. “Well, well! I've been wanting t«V; say that to him for the last 1." years. Here’s a five-pound note for your fund.”—Philadelphia Bulletin. Broadcasting Education A $20,000 radio broadcasting station Is to he erected at Kansas State Agri cultural college, Manhattan. With the Fnlversity of Kansas building a sim ilar station, the state Is claiming first place in broadcasting stations In state institutions. It Is expected by staging “contests in the air” that llsteners-ln will experience some of the thrills of the onlookers and that It may be one of the means of bridging tbe gap be tween the “town and the gown.”— Chicago Post. Who Wouldn't? Jack—Imagine two horses racing for $100,000! Jill—Imagine them not racing! TIRES FOU FREE dm »■ 7 95 'to?' Cut In St jf o<tf raewd •Mual coat I Ural f'ui travr ttra I Tim PrW *?'lr»rjpiScJ S^v^llaODOililes on OrBars Nr Tim TItm *T1» B Not* B! PUa IT tail M »o*i •01} i t mi i-t 11*4 10( n*4 81*4 Send No Money aatlallad oa arair lnation yaur wanar will ba trowatly rafuadad lacUdla* atupplas eharyaa. Van 4a4w no nak. ALBANY TIR* A MO MIN COMPANY 1SOOB. MlcM«an Avd.. Odpt. Kill. CMeatu, M. LANE SAW MILLS and HOE SAWS art ths stmndarg Improved In every w*y. Euy to operate. All ilzea. Write for Free Booklet. Pumpt, Engine*, Syfa*r ft V*| C*. Saw MU:*, Wind Mill*. I Etc. 'I Here's David Burrill Lee in full dress. Now, what will Ju dith look like, dressed up? 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