New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 26, 1923, Page 20

© mDas Mwad & Company . A Broted e TR TEN Wit RefeRtar m:l‘: ;‘--‘ L) e e BEGIN HERE JOHN HANNON pwner ,his blind wife Sheir beautiful daug Dappily tog Jul ranch hon the greatest eountry, loved by ) by his neighb. ewner in that Hannen's heart Prood of horses, cattlemen Redstar, the king parison He is alien brought to Paradise the after a mysterious journey into distant lands. In Hunnewe in Banta Leandra, nearest town to " dise ranch, a game has been running sinee the night before BRIDEMAN man of mystery, is winning from all TODAY is the envy is beyond com ar horse by master 8 store GO ON WITH THI Today STORY men steadily lost t darkened the there She the lintel tiited side- ek eyes rove with a bold ad in gay as the Bridéman, a shadow door and a girl stood leaned gracefully against and smiled ,her little hea wise like a bird's, her b ing over every face thers bright glance, She was « garments of scarlet and black, with a | sash of striped silk that hung to her knee at the left, after it had most saucily bound her slender walist in a wide, tight girdle. At the sound of her light foot at the sill the players looked up—Dride- man with a leer and a laugh and pointed compliment, the cowboys with that lively interest which s feel in womankind, but with a black scowl, for & daughter. “Lolo,” he sald sharply, “go home | ~—pronto.” But she only leaned more comfort- | ably against the doorpost and smiled | at the men. “Lolo likes company,” man, bosterou she, shut in thi me that. Come watch us play, little one,” he added, turning his great face toward the door. But Sanchez was on his feet, dark face flaming. He Jifted an im- perious finger and pointed north, and the girl, with a last sidewise glance and a pout, slipped gracefully off the step and disappeared. Sanchez sat down again, picked up his cards and called for a draw coolly, but there was fire in his black eyes. And now, as if he lost command of his usually sane judgment, he lost the last of his gold and rose Wwith a bow, hs cards thrown on the table. | “Your pleasure, gentlemen,” he| sa “Drink with me, if Hunnewell | will trust me.” | Hunnewell behind his worn old bar trusted ane one. Moreover he knew | that Sanches was only temporarily broke. So the players left the table | with much noise of scraping chairs| and jingling spurs and lined up for the fiery refreshment which would have floored a stranger. And Lolo, swinging down the little street beneath the elms and cotton- woods, her slim brown hands on her narrow hips, her black head high‘- with offended dignity, stopped short | to stare with wide eves to where the open road led in from the sage-brush plain. A great dust was on the level, for many horses ran there, fleet horses, | she knew, for they poked their dark| noses ahead of the dust, even though the wind, blowing wit ha keen gresh- ness, was behind them. Lolo turned back to watch the on- coming cloud o fdust with its poten- tialities. It came with an incrgasing sound of thunder, with the rattie and creak of a chain and saddle, and pres- | ently a band of men rode into the end | of the sleepy street and pounded | down its length toward Hunnewell's. They were lean brown chaps to a man, they rode like centaurs, and every man-jack of them carried two guns swinging at his hips. Their gar- ments were good and showed a cer- tain vanity of adornment, guch as an was his ostentation of spotted belts and riding b cuffs . But the thing about them | that took the eye of every beholder in | that land was their horses. 4 | Grand horses they were, ramping, mettlesome creatures all huz.‘! all hard as nails from long and strenuous use, and the one that raced | ahead was more beautiful than all of | them. And if the horse shone up in sharp wild, | IRTHMORE ¥ guay POULTRY FEEDS Give Your Chicks The Right Start which is just another way of saying Feed them @)]'RTHMORE BUTTERMILK . . BABY CHICK_FOOD It will cut down your losses from bowel trouble amd leg weakness and develop your chicks into healthy, heavy- laying pullets. Wirthmore Feeds and the Wirthmore System insure suc- cess. Wiite for Free Wirthmote Poultry Book toda; his | Coyed had joined the contrast among these behind him, not less his rider also. This was a YOung man, net over seven and twenty, tall, lean as a hound, the bread sheulders beneath his fannel shirt slipping with musele the long hands on his pommel slender A 83 woman's and as fine-grained, his handsome blu eeyes in odd contraet to the warkness of his hair and the smooth dark tan of his cheeks, The group of neweomers, falling in " elose together as if from habit, erossed the store, mounted the | steps with clatter of spurs and en. | tered T leader stood first inside the door and looked around with the sparkling smile that lighted his face an inner flame, The men at looked up, and though they perfectly well, had known for of their arrival, they surprise, Every face| there was placid, shallow with an alert indifference. Brideman alone looked keenly over the crowd with an appraising grance, the street te a swith thed ta knew ten minutes, showed no | “STAKE ME,” SHE SAID, "1 GIVE‘ YOU LEAVE. “Hello, boys,"” said the tall youngi chap ,setting the broad black hat back upon his head at an angle, “room {ar! some more?” { “Always room for more,” said the | genial Hunnewell, “what’ll you hn\'e'."" “Molten hell for these,” said the other airily witha wave of his Hllml hand toward those behind him, “wa- ter for me. Gentlemen,” he included | players at the table, who began to rise at the time-honored invitation. | “Wh—what did you say, stranger?” | asked Hunnewell, a grin beginning to | spread on his florid face. | But the young man turned and looked at him ,an dall the smile, all the sparkle, was gone suddenly from his face. “I said ‘water,” Hunnewell,’ "he said evenly, ‘just plain, cold, ordinary wa- ter, Suits my particylar type of beauty better. Keeps my complexion smooth.” “Play?” asked Hunnewell. “If we may.” Sanchez, out of it, drew up a chair and sat smoking and watching as if he had not but now lost the last mot- ley bag of dust, dollars and pesos he possessed in the world. A game was | a game and he was a born gambler, | feeling its lure vicariously. At the table where Brideman played the stranger had taken seat naturally, as if one strong force drew another. As the cut for deal went round these two men looked at each other and a keen observer would have sensed a measuring, an appraising, as if each tested the other's mettle. | tances which |too, and, play as he second table and Hunnewell the third, while the DOINGS OF THE DUFFS YOU HAYE A LOVELY HOME HERE , MRS DUFF - EVERY- THING 1S SO COMPLETE | KNOW You MUST You DON’T HAVE To GO YET- keenly cocked ears—knew that Bride- had met his mateh, his rea! mateh, not & spurting vieter whe won and lost again, sueh as Corey {and Banches, but & man whe played to him steadily and began to win :- the day drifted by with sweet wikds in from the plain and & high! |Sun that salled in acloudiess sky, and | the stacks of coin befere Hrideman | dwindled, to grow at the stranger's! elbow “Maybe you're tired" sald the| YOUung man once, halting a moment, “would you like to rest and begin again later?™ “Quit? rideman a quitter? | them cards!" | At 1 o'clock Brideman pushed over with & wavering hand the last motiey |heap of gold before him and called for two eards, He had secarcely moved from his ehalr for twenty-two hours, This was the last deal and it seemed impossible that the run of luck eould or would change, and those in the eircle drew in closer;, 8o in- | terested were they that none had seen Lolo Sanchez as she stood for a long |time in the door, watching the face of the man opposite Nrideman, wnoni back was toward her, | And as this man ealled Brideman for the last time and it came to the show-down, while the giant threw his cards upon the cloth with a muttered oath and made a sif to push back from the table, the girl pushed hur- \ DOUBLE ROASTED 4 Lipton's Instant CocoaisDouble Roasted for Full Flavorand Full Food value, DoubleGround for Instant Sol ubility, NoMix« ing Necessary, LIPTON'S INSTANT COCOA LIPTON'S Deal riedly through the crowding men and laid a hand on his shoulder, “Broke, Brideman” she softly, Brideman looked up with his red- rimmed eyes that were full of rage. “What's it to you?" he asked bru. | tally, “Nothing," sald Lolo, smiling, “only ant another try you can 1 rest of the original players were about evenly distributed, Brideman was rich for the day. Whether or not he would be tomor- row was another matter, However, he hed but to ride away Into the dis- swallowed and dis- gorged him at fitful times, to come back again laden to his ears with gold, | And many odd things this man had | put up at times when Iluck went| against him-——once a wonderful ring of heavy carven gold which, upon pressure, shot forth a minute blade, | Brideman had said the steel was poisoned and the gamblers had laughed., Whereupon he had leaned suddenly and touched the cat stretched among the barrels In' the warmth of the fire, for it was winter- time, The thing was effective, for the creature died promptly and with scarce a quiver. Sanchez had won the ring, but| Brideman had forced him to continue | FEELS DEPRESSION v t X Tap: sk | Miadle Classes of Japan Are Begin- Again, he had staked the henutlfulI ivory hand of a sacred statue, got| ] k Busi- B s o e Sachon! Mison | - mink;to Besl iac ot S0 or the Border ,silent sign of the man's | depravity. Sanches had won that, would, Bride- man had never been able to win it back. Hunnewell's was due that day to see such high play as it had not seen for years, and it was due to see the|the after effects of the war and post- breaking of Brideman, a thing which | war booms began to arouse the it had never seen. 5 business community to the fact that For it was not long before every|the inflation could not last forever. man at the table—and at the one ad- | Since 1520 many people have been joining, through subtle glances and| living on their war profits at the same asked he sneered, ‘“what'll stake? I'm cleaned.” And he made to rise, stickly, wav- eringly, tired suddenly to the point of breaking. But Lolo pushed him down with her little hand “Stake me,” she sald, “I give you leave.” (Continued in Our Next Issue) ness They Have Had Since 1920, Tokio, Jan. 26.—The middle classes of Japan are beginning to feel the pinch of the business depression un- der which the country has been suf- fering since the spring of 1920 when The best mince pie is easily made. Just your own good pie crust and . . . NONE SUCH MINCE MEAT “LIKE MOTHER USED TO MAKE" MERRELL-SOULE COMPANY SYRACUSE,N.Y. Some Gossip From I’LL SAY WE DON'T CARE §EJET| | SO MUCH FOR THE PEOPLE SIT DOWN WL%OHZ‘:;ED 'n:::os:?rvk MRS. BAILEY, ol % ; A ALONG LIKE TWO STRANGE DON'T THEY BULLDOGS -THEY CERTAINLY [GET ALONG HAVE THEIR UPS AND DOWNS AND LEFTS AND RIGHTS ! 50 YOU WANT THAT FIUE. | OWE. YOU 50 YOU CAN GO OUT 0 LUNCH ~WELL, FIWE'S AU\ GOT, BUTIF YOU'LL METo LUNCH WITH YA I'LL PRY YOU THETS A BARGAIN, GUIL~ (™M HUNGRY AS HELK, BOT WE'LL TJUST GO OVERTo A CHERP A HOuse. — WAIT'LL | GET MY CORT SAM'S TAKING ME. O LUNCH MILLY, MY DON'T You JON V5 ? vale as when the meney was flow- | ing in ] Now, however, with & bad mnlzr' and money running short they are beginaing 1o out expenses and all | elasses of business and professions are feeling it, For example, high priced hospitals which until a few weeks ago had every room occupied have many va- | cant ones, the middle classes whe used to patronize these institutions having been compelled to attend cheaper ones or recelve attemtion in their homes. Charitable subseriptions, | teo, have fallen off, according tol the secretaries of organizations ap- pealing for funds to care for the poor during this winter, The shops are still erowded but sales are far below. what they were a year Ago, people now looking for cheaper goods, | T XEl LA The Best is Always the Most Economical « 300 Delicious Cups to a Pound - BLACK (Oraage Pekos Blead) MIXED and GREEN Sold in Sealed Metal Packets Only, |1ater a letter was received from a, DBirds are as sensitive as human missionary in Siola, one of the Brit-| beings to colors, but fish respond most | 1sh Bolomen Isles, enclosing the note [ readily to green and yellow lighta, |and announcing that the bottle had | been found by a native en the Island| In about one fifteen-thousandth of | cuble inch of human blood there | of Ulawa, The bottle is estimated to have traveled approximately 1,200 are approximately 5,000,000 red blood |corpullcs miles, BOTTLE RETURNS, St. Louls, Mo, Jan, 26—~John E. 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