Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, June 6, 1922, Page 2

! . 1% o sYNOPSIS FOREWORD.—~Motoring _thro sona, & party of easterners, faf daughter and a male companion, stop to witness a cattle round up. The girl leaves the car and is atticked by & wild steer. A masterplece of riding on the part of one of the cowboys saves her lite. CHAPTER 1—Clay Lindsay, range-rider on an Arizona ranch, announces his inten- tion to. visit the “'big town,” New York. Arl- )atiiy friends with him 1¢ youn let me.” i i'Sure,.. 1 know. that, but—" Johnnle 4 oty Feshe || 10 YoCwiolrid it #ight Tbelieve you can groped helplessly to try to explain | what he had meant. “Clay he likes you a heap,” he finished inadequately. The eyes of the girl began to daunce. There was no use taking offense at this simple soul. “Does he? I'm sure I'm gratified,” ‘she murmured, busy with her scissors among the roses. “Yep. I never knowed Clay to look at-aigirl before; He sure think§a heap of you.” little bubbling get him.” ds’lxzfig:‘l\ spalikled. in the world that he desired. “What would you advise me to do?” she dimpled. “Sho! I dunno” He shyly un- burdened himself of the warning he had been leading up to. “But I'd tie a can to that dude fellow that hangs around—the Bromfield guy. O’ course I know le' ain’t one, two, three with you while Clay’s on earth, but I don't reckon I'd take any chances, as the | old sayin® is. Better get shet of the dugde.” ' 1 a Was, There or Was There Not a Faint Note of Malice in the Girl's Voice? ““Come tonight after eleven. I am locked in the west rear room of the TUESDAY EVENING, JUNE 6, 1922 pressure of his hands. 2d ose leg into the room. He waited, every nerve tensed. revolver. sither attack or retreat, & swallowed -the darknessg GARAGE:, First Class AUTO REPAIRING All Work Guaranteed 408-410 AMERICA AVE. —Phone 187— Night Phone 515-W slowly, aimost imperceptibly; under the Warily he lft- His head: tollowea, then the rest of his body. There came to him a sound that sent cold finger-tips playing a tattoo up and down his spine. It was the in- take of some one’s cautious breathing. His hand crept to the butt of the He crouched, poised for A bath of light flooded the room and dnstantly BERNIE W. Awfifcfi"é'_ SOFT DRIN Plan Your Picnic for DIAMOND POINT . & Bathing Suits for Rent. U < .. Camping Grounds Bathing Sold at Bemidji’s Free Playgrofind {.Diamond Point Invites You Every Day Picnic Grounds Pavilion the Park. " ARCHIE DITTY i Custodian CHAPTER I1.—On tne train Lindsay second story. Climb up over the back be Terested in' & young woman, Miss Whitford bit her lip to keep To i ol up T the bacl J Kty Mason, oo her way {0 New York from. exploding in a sudden -gale of |Porch. Don't :make any noise. TFhe ' Im lement O. 1o become & motlon-picture actress. mirth. But the sight of her self-ap- | Window. will'be unbolted. ‘A friend Is rey by & fellow trav- od ap Lok liticlan and i A ‘Durand, gan 18 hehter.~ perceiving uis Intention, D 1 me.” iv Jnds ki uarrel and throws of laughter in spite of hergelf. Ev- [fal 3 : ! \ fi':‘l‘lr thom ‘the traid. 5 ery time she looked: at Johnnle she The note was: signed “Kitty.” Be- SCHROEDER BUILDING went oft into renewed chirrups. He |low were given: the house and street = ’ . A L O e T ater. by was 50 homely arid so deadly earnest. | Number. ' Was it genuine? Or did it Manufacturers Agents and Dealer in & janitor. That individual the range- The little walf was staring at her in [lead to a trap? He could not tell, = rider punishes summarily and leaves tied F ARM M AEHINERY uF M. to a fire hydrant. A young woman who sees the occurrence invites Clay into her house and hides him fom the Dcllo!.. HAPTER 1V.—Clay’s “rescuer” intro- ascoa eTaelt as Beatrice Whitford. Lind: Say medts her father, Colin Whitford, and Ao mvited to vibit them again. He meets Kitty Mason by accident. Bhe has been disappointed 1o her stage aspirations, an 0 support herself is selling cigarettes in a cabaret. Clay visits her there. | for’ gayety ‘at ‘his .suggestion.: In hig social code wealth did not fig- pointed. chaperon set her off into peals perplexed surprise, mouth open and chin fallen. He could see no occasion There was nothing subtle about the Runt. ure. - A forty-dollar-a-month bronco buster was free to offer advice to the daughter of a millionaire :about her matrimonial prospects if it seemed best. mailing - this... For God's sake, don't It might be a plant or it might be a walil of real distress. There was only one way to find out unless lfe went to the police. That way was to go through with: the adventure. He de- cided to play a lone hand except for such-help as_ Johnnie could give him. Clay took a’downtown car and rode to the cross-street nientioned in the let- ter for a prelimivary tour of investi- Residence Phone 17-F-4 Office Phone 232 “Hudson” Barn Equipment— “Stoughton” Wagons, Spreaders and Mo- tor Trucks— “Champion” Potato Machinery— “Emerson-Brontinghan” line of Plows, PTER V.—Kitty is insulted by a preli . o cfi?’o.‘n.'r.““cley K‘x’\’x‘p'hf;nd‘:l:y pancyer. “Clay ain’t one o’ the common run of | Sation. 15“‘0, bslreet deslgfnated was IN THE EARLY Standard Mowers and Rakes— Atter a lively m! q V] o] ' ¢ one of plainibrownstone fronts with ’” . by J Durand cowpunchers, ma’am. You bet you, D (13 i o .c'aln:fnn‘;x;rln"::r}:f%u{-nuganumc. by jollies, he ain't. Clay lie owns a |iron-grilled doors. The blank faces MORN’ E.-B.” Tractors— CHAPTER VI.—Lindsay's acquaintance Beatrice Whitford ripens. Through ;’.‘:hha is introduced lll(o.q‘loc ty.’ l‘?fi - ner” on the Ariz nnch" Ju‘llli:nlgllg een, comes to the “big town.' _-_i Continued from last “You ean’t tell me a thing against ‘Clay—not a thing,” protested Johnnie hotly. “He'll sure do to take along, Clay will. him'to me; if he does wear a uniform.” “I'm -not saying a thing against him,” replied the officer impatlently. “I'm giving him a friendly tip to beat 1t; if you see him. Now I'm going to send you uptown with a plain-clothes man. He'll show you where your friend. made:'his: New York debut. That's all we can do for you.” An hotir later the little cowpuncher was gazing wistfully at the hitching- His ' face was twisted' pathet- to & question mark. It was as though he thought he could conjuré from' the post the secret of Clay's dis- appearance. Where had he gone from here? - And where was he now? In' the course of the next two days the Runt came back to that post many times as the starting-point for weary, high-heeled tramps through streets within a clrcult of a mile. He could not have explained why be did so. Per- haps ‘it was because this was the only spot- in the city that held for him any tanglble relationship to Clay. Some one claimed to have seen him vanish into one of these houses. Perhaps he might come back again. It was a very tenuous hope, but it was the only one Johnnle had. He clumped over the pavements till his feet ached in pro- test. His patience was rewarded. On the second day, while he was gazing blank- ly at' the post a groom brought two horses ‘to the curb in front of the house opposite. One of the horses had a real cowboy's saddle, Johnnle's eyes gleamed. This was like a breath of honest-to-God Arizonn. The door opened, and out of it camne a man and a slim young woman. Both of them were . dressed for riding, she In the latest togs of the town, he in a well- cut sack sult and high tan boots. Johnnle threw up his hat and gave a vell. “You blamed old horn-tond! Might 'a’ knowed you was all right! Might '8’ knowed you wouldn't bite oft more'n you could chew! Oh, you Arizona!” Clay ‘gave one surprised look—and met him In the middle of the street. The little cowpuncher did a war dance of joy while he elung to his friend’s hand. Tears brimmed into his faded eyes. “Hi vl yi! Doggone yore old hide, if it ain’t you big ns coffee, Clay. Thinks 1 to myse'f, who is that pilgrim? And, by gum, it's old h—Il-n-mile jes’ a-hittin® his heels. Where you beéen' at, you old skeezl¢s?" ‘fHd@[ are you, Johnnie? And what are youidoin' here?” There can't any guy knock ‘| “Hi Yi Yi! Doggone Yore Old Hide, If It Ain't You Big as Coffee, Clay!” cliceks. 2 “I'm very glad to meet any friend of Mr. Lindsay. Father and I will want to hear all about Arizona after you two have had your visit out. We'll postpone the ride till this afternoon. That will be better, I think.” Clay agreed. With a cool little nod that included them both, she:turned and ran lightly up the steps into the- house. A N et “Some sure-enough . queen,” mur- mured Johnnie In nalve . admiration,,, staring after her with open mouth. Clay smiled.. He had an opinion of his wn on that point. P CHAPTER VH *“Joknnie ‘Gréen—Match.Maker. Johnnie Green gave an upward jerk to the frying-pan and caught the flap- Jnck as it descended. “Fust and last call for breakfast in the dining-cyar.. Come and get it, old- timer,” he sang out to Clay. That young man emerged from his bedroom glowing. He was one or’two shades of “tan lighter than. when he had .reached the city, but the paint of Arizona’s untempered sun still distin- guished him from the native-born, if there are any such among the inhabi- tants of upper New York. “You're one sure-enough cook,” he drawled to his satellite. “Best flap- jacks ever made in this town.” The Runt beamed all over. If he had really been a puppy he would have waggedhis tall. - Since he couldn’t do that he took it out in grinning. Any word of praise from Clay made the world a sunshiny one for him, The two men were baching it. They had a little apartment in the Bronx and Johnnle looked after it for his friend. One of Johnuie's vices—ae- cording to the standard of the B-in-a- Box boys—was that he was as neat as an old maid. He liked to hang around a mess-wagon and cook dough- nuts and pies. His talent came in handy now, for Clay was no house- keeper, i * After the breakfast things were cleared away Johnnie fared forth to a certain house adjoining Riverside drive, where he carned ten dollars a week as outdoors man. His business was to do odd jobs about the place. He cut and watered the lawn. He made small repairs. Beatrice had a rose garden, and under her direction he dug, watered and fertilized. Incidentally, the snub-nosed little, puncher with the unfinished fentures' adored his young mistress in the, dumb, uncritieal fashion a schoolboy does a Ty Cobb or an KEddie Collins.| In his heart he had hopes that Clay: would fall in'love with and“marry her!| But her actions worrled him. Some-! times he wondered if she really under- stood what a catch Clay was. half-interest in the B-in-a-Box.' O’ course it ain’t what he’s got, but what he is that counts. He's the best darned pllgrim ever T did see.” “He's' all right, Johnnie” the girl admitted with an odd smile. “Do you want me to tell him that I'll be glad to drop our family friends to meet his approval? 1 don’t suppose he asked you to speak to me about it, did he?” The little range-rider missed the irony of this. “No, ma’am, I jest but- ted in. ‘Mebbe I hadn’ ought to of Spoke” d } “You needn't feel bad, Johnnie. There's no -harm: doné—if you don’t say anything about it to Mr. Lindsay. But I don’t think you were intended for a match-maker, That takes quite a lttle finesse, ‘doesn’t ft7*~ « P The word “finesse” was not' in-John- nie's, dictionary, but he acquiesced in her verdict. E “I reckon, ma’am, you're right.” . LN | . . . Clay was waiting for lynch at a rot. isserie on Sixth avenue, and in order to lose no time—ot which he had more Just now than he knew what to do with—wus meacw(€le reading a news- paper. propped against a water-bottle. From the personal column there popped out at him three lines that caught his attention: “If this meets the eye of C. L. of Arizona please write me, Box M-21, The Herald. Am in trouble, Kitty M.” He read it again. There could be no doubt in the world. It was ad- dressed to him, and from Kitty. He remembered that on the bus’he had casually mentioned to her that he usually read the Herald. After he had eaten, Clay walked down Broadway and left a note at the office of the Herald for Kitty. The thought of her was in hig mind all day. He had 'worrled a 'good deal over her disappearance, It was not alone that he felt responsible for the loss of her place as cigarette girl. One disturbing phase of the situation was that Jerry Durand must have seen!her. What more likely than that he had arranged to have her gpirited away? Lindsay had read that hundreds of girls disappeared every year in the city, If they ever came to the surface again it was as dwellers in that un- derworld In the current.of which they had been caught. He had an engagement that after- noon to walk with Beatrice Whitford. They crossed to Morningside park and moved through it t the northern end where the reémains of Fort Laight, built to pretect the .apiproach to the ety during the War of {1812, can still be seen and traced. Beatrice had read thes story of the earthworks. In the midat of the tell- ing of it she stopped to turn upon him with swift accusation, “Yewre not listening.” * ~ N 4 ']‘Tl{qt"s right, I waso't,"Vhe admit-_ ed. of the louses -invited no confidence. It struck ‘binj that there was some- thing sinister about the neighborhood, but perliaps the thought was born of the fear,. Number 121 had windows barred -with ornamental grilles. This might ‘bée to keep burglars out. It would serve equally well to keep pris- oners in. The cattleman did not linger in that street _lined ith houses of sinister faces. ;;He did not care to call atten- tion ‘tohls presence by staying too long. ‘Bésides, he had some arrange- ments .to make for .the night at his rooms, . - i E These, weréiigimple and. few. He olled and: loaded his revolver careful- ‘f)i¢ ‘hdmmer on the one ¢’ émpty ‘to ‘prevent acci- ustom of all careful sult "hg had worn when he reached the city,;-and substituted for his shoes a-pairsof felt-soled gymnasium' ones. .. The g bowlegged . little = puncher watched:his friend, just.as a faithful dog 'does. his master. He aske] no questions. In good time he knew he would'be told all it was necessary for him to:know. As_they rode from the Bronx, Clay outlined~’the situation and told his plans, so far ‘as”he had ‘any. 3 “So I'm goin’ to take a whirl at fit, Johnnle. Mebbe they're lyin’ low ‘up in that house to get me. Mebbe the note's the real thing. You can search me which it is.. The only way to find out is to go through with the thing. Yore job is to stick around in front of the hacienda and wait. for me. If I don’t show up inside of thirty min- utes, get the police busy right away breakin’ into”the place. Do you get me, Johnnie?” * “Lemme go with you into the house, Clay,” the little man pleaded. “Nothin' doin’, old-timer. This is my job, and. I don’t reckon I'll let any- body else -tackle it. Much obliged, just the same; - You're one sure- anough white.man, Johnnie.” The little fellow. knew that the mat- ter was settled. Clay had decided and what he said was final. But John- ale worried about. it all the way. At :he last moment, when they separated 1t the street corner, he added one last word. “Don’t you be too venturesome, son. f .them guys got you it sure would sreak me all up.” Clay smiled cheerfully. “They're not goin' to get me, Johnnie. Don't torget to remember not-to forget yore part. Keep under cover for thirty min- ates; then if I haven't shown up, aoller yore head off for the cops.” They were passing an alley as Clay inished speaking. He slipped into its triendly darkness and was presently iost to sight. It ran into an inner court which was the center of tortu- yus passages. The cattleman stopped 0 get his bearings, selected the likell- st exit, and ‘brought up in the shel- ‘er; of a small porch.: This, he felt ;He changed into the wrinkled | Let us deliver your cream and milk. We want to serve you with a worth-while milk that has won a host of friends by its uniform quality. It’s real good milk. Gasoline and Oils Brooks Bros. 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Come and Sample the Food He Cooks [T, Tl I “““You will learn all about how much it costs and how to secure the best results. The cost of cooking with ey fhaurt amawer my letters, 50 T " He tried to tell her his nottons on | I YO8 Beand stpething sbout |sufh, mukt De- the rearfof the house electricity at the new cooking rf;;efim;‘!gm:ted by ufhe = “Yaif {old sealawng. You came to | 1C sublect the morning Clay praised | ™ ciay “was amazed at the accuracy | A strip of lattice work ran up the | company 18 Sh,ght) and users wi nd it cheaper than = paint #he town red.” Johnnie, highly delighted at this charge; ‘protested. “Honest I didn't, Clay. ‘I wasn’t feelin’ 8o tur'ble peart. Seemed like the boys picked on me after you left. So I jes’ up and come.” If- Clay was not delighted to have his little Fidus Achates on his hands he gave no sign of {t. He led him acrdss the road and introduced him to Miss Whitford. Clay blessed her for her kindness to this' squat, snub-nosed adherent of his whose lonely heart had driven him two, thousand miles to find his friend. Herjhand went out Instantly. A smile softened her eyes and dimpled her his flapjacks. ' She was among the #rose-bushes, | gloved and hatted, clippinf American - Beauties for the dinfig;ptiom, a dainty but very self-reliant 1t ‘Personality. “Miss Beatrice, I beehi thinkin' about' vou and Clay,” he told her, leaning on| his spade. “What have you been thinking about: us?! the girl asked, snipping off a big i rose, g “How you're the best-lookin® couple that a man would see anywheres.” Into her clear cheeks the color flowed. “If I thought nonsense like that I wouldn't say it,” she said quiet-! ly. “We're not a couple. He's a mnn.I I'm a woman, I like him and want'te! of her center shot. “Yes He showed her)the news- paper. She read. The golden head nodded triumphantly. ' “I told you she could look out for herself. You see when she had lost you she kneys enough to advertise.” . ‘Was there or was therel not a faint note of malice 1o the Rirl's voice? Clay did not know. But 1ty would have ueither surprised nor disjleased him, He had long sirce discovered that his imperious litth: friend was far from side of the entrance. Very carefully, :esting every slat with his weight be- tore_ trusting himself to it, he climbed np;and edged’forward noiselessly upon the roof: On haunds and knees he :rawled to the window and tried to peer in, The blind was down, but he could see that the room was dark. What danger lurked behind the drawn blind he coald mot guess, but after a mo- ment, to make sure that the revolver beneath his belt was ready for in- stant use, he put his hand gently on an angel, At his roorns he found a{note await- the' sash. Minnesota Phone 26-J T T ' most other; fuels. Itis much cleaner and less work. y COME UP TO THE MOOSE HALL AT 7:30 Electric Light & Power Co. E. E. SWANSON, Manager Bemidji, Minn. [T S R4 LA T R T (TR ]