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(Continued From Page 1) Bhat pinto my own se'f, Hod,” Mented a weather-deaten com. puncher MMAny old time Dave wants to saw him off onto me at sixty dollars Im “here to do business” “You're sure an easy mark, Buck.” | i Srunted a large fat man leaning SRainst a whee! His white, expres face and soft hands differen him from the tough range He @id not belong with the it. but had joined it the day be with odie, a half-broth. the trail forensan, to travel with ,Se far as Majapi. In the South he Wad known as Ad Miller. The men had brought with them in to their own mounts a led horse. Doble backed up his partner, “Sure Buck. I can get cowponies for and fifteen doliares—all I want of ” he said, and contrived by the of his lip to make the remark “Not ponies lke Chiquito,” ven Sanders amiably. “That so?" Jeered Doble. He looked at David out of a sty shifty eye. He had only one. Phe other had been gouged out years go In a drunken fracas. “Fou coukin't get Chiquito for a ined dollars. Not for sale,” the Of the horse said, a \little Milier’s fat paunch shook with . “I reckon not—at that T'd give all of fohty tor him.” & here,” replied Dobie, /°V*rPlayin’ their hand, don’t you | yards the pinto was three jengths to A has this pinto got that makes ‘Worth over thirty?" Jlarge leathorfaced man tn the late thirties His reputation in ihe cat Ue country war that of a man Ill to cross, Dug Doble was a good cow man—none better. Outside of that bis known virtues were negtlgibie, except for the primal one of game | news, “Might as wel lone a few bucks myself, seeing ag Whiskey Mill be jonge to me,” said Miller with ts wheery Inugh. “Who wants to take & whirl, boys?" | Inside of three minutes he had [placed hundred doliars. The terms of the race were arranged and the money put in the hands of the fore man | “Bach man to ride his own cabal lo,” suggested Hart slyly. | ‘This brought a laugh, The tdea lof Ad Miller's two hundred and fitty | pounds in the seat of a jockey made for hilarity. “I reckon George will have to ride the broomtail. We don't alm to break ite back," replied Miller | wentalty. | An hour later Buck Byington dPew Sanders aside. “Dave, you're a chuckle-haided rab |bit. If ever I seen tinhora sports {them two is such. They're collectin’ [a livin’ off'n suckers, Didn't you sabe that come-on stuff? Their pack: |horse in a ringer. They tried him out ‘this evenin’, but 7 noticed they run junder a blanket. Roth of ‘em are crooked as a dog's hind lag.” “Maybeso,” admitted the young man. “But Chiquito never went back on me yet. Those fellows omy be reckon? “Not a chanct. That tumbiebug WELL, CAN YoUTTIE THAT PASSED US UP LIKE A CASE OF MEASLES! I'D LIKE TO LEAN OW THAT MOTORMANS NOSE LENGTH! WHAT DOES WE THINK WE ARE2« A “TROUPE GYPSIES STANDIN HERE N WS FORTUNE 2 Cy Sm, j | } } training of a cowpony makes for jalertness, for immediate response. [Before it hw vered seventy-five || Fd DANNY, DID You TAKE DADDY'S HAT ? 1 CAN'T FIND IT + [the good. |haltway pont Da flying toward the heard his friend Hart's D "He's some bronc,” explained Bod | Miller ix one fishy proposition, and | triumphant “Yip yip yippy yp! com. “Got a dagtul of tricks, a nice |"! sidekick Doble—say, he's the |ing to bi nd sure can burn the *!"4 of bird that shoote you in the| |tomach while he’s shakin’ hands with on the wind, | Ho leaned forward, patting his jhoree on the shoulder, murmuring friend epust be vatuin’ them |Y°U: They're about ad warm-hearted | words of encouragement into its ear. tricks at ten dollars apiece,” Miller. “Tle'd ought to im a show and not keep him cow tails with.” that, I've seen circus hosses Weren't one two three with Chi! Heli shake hands and play and dance to a mouthorgan come arunnin’ when Dave fou don't may.” The voice of the was heavy with sarcasm. top of all that edjucation run too.” temper of Sanders beran to an edge. He mw no reason why strangers should run on bim. the phrase of the country. “I @laim my pinto’s a racer, but travel” grunted Miller skeptically here to say he can,” boasted @wner, stung by the manner of other. look to me like no racer.” dissented. “Why, I'd be ‘most to bet that pack-horse of ours, Bill, can beat him” Byington snorted. “Pack Be, eh?” The old puncher’s brain alive with suspicions. On « of the lameness of hie horse returned to curmp in the mid. She day and had discovered two newcomers trying out the the pinto. He wondered now ecious pair of crooks had getting a line on the pony for tse. It occurred to him that was being engineered into a chim. hard eyes of Miller met “That's what he said, Huck— pack-horse.” Just an instant the old range hesitated, then shrugged his It wns none of his buasi-("imal Hart helped things along. in’ aside, wha. the matter with We'll be on the Salt Flats . I've got ten bucks says pinto can beat yore Whiskey you ones,” answered Dobie @ moment's apparent considera. “Bein’ as I'm drug into this be a dead game sport. I got fifty More to back the pack-horse. @ 8 loan shark when he's turnin on the screws--and about as impul jsive, Me, I alm to button up my jDecket when them guys are around,” | Dave returned to the fire. Most of the riders had already rolled up in their blankets and fatlen To @ reduced circle Miller telling the story of how his Pack-horse won its name, - % I noticed he was actin kinda funny and I seen four pin- pricks in his ose. O° course I hunt ed for Mr. Rattler and killed him, then give BUl a pint of whisky. It ce'tainly paralyzed him proper. He got salivated as a mule whacker on 4 spree. His nose swelled up till it asleep. j was | ywas big as a barrel—never did get down (o normal again. Since which jthe ol plug has been Whiskey Bill.” This reminiscence @id not greatly entertain Dave. He found his blank eta, rolled up im Uiem, and prompt ly fell asleep. j — CHAPTER It } ‘The Kace ‘The coyotes were barking when the cook's triangle brought Dave from his blankets, Hart joined hin friend @nd the two young men walked out the remuda together. Each rider had on the previous night belled the mount he wanted, for he knew that in the morning it would be too dark to distinguish one bronce from an ether. The anknals were rim-milling. going round and round in a circle to encape the lariat. | Dave rode tn close and waited, rope ready, his ears attuned to the sound of his own bell. A horse {rushed Jingling past. The rope snak led out. fell true, tightened over the neck of the cowpony, brought up the short. Instantly it lrendered, making no further attempt \te eacape. The roper made a half jhiteb round the noe of the bronco, swung to its back, and cantered back to camp. ; Sanders saddled, lupon the mesa. There came an answering nicker, then rede out jand presently ont of the darkness a| pony trotted. The pinto was a sieek jand glossy little fellow, beautiful in jaction and gentle as a kitten He whistled sharply. | ‘about it, Sanders? You got the| The young fellow took the wef to cover that? Or are you | Shaped head in his arms, fondled the seared of my broomtali?” jsoft, dainty nose that nuzzied in his teha a month's pay—thirty-five | Pocket for sugar, fed Chiquito a half. r Give you an order on the ndful of the delicacy in his open if I lowe,” retorted Dave. He Palm, and put the pony thru the/ Mot meant to bet, but he could repertoire of tricks he had tanght his! this fellow's insolent man. | Pet “You wanta rhake a leg today, ol4| fen and throw dust fn that tin he murmured to his four-tooted friend, gentling it with little pate of love and admiration. | it order good, Dug?” asked Do Of his half-brother. foreman nodded. He was a) | But he knew, without turning round, | that the racer galloping at his heels wan drawing closer. Its long shadow thrown tn front of it by the weater jing reached to Dave's atin rept to Chiquito’s head, moved far ther toward the other shadow plun, fing wi eastward. Foot by the distance between the horses le |wened to two lengths, to one, to ha a lefgth. The ugty head of the racer came abreast of the cowpuncher. | With sickening certainty the range rider knew that his Chiquite was do ing the best that wae in it, Whiskey Bill was @ faster horse. Simuttane he Wooume aware jot two things, The bay was no lone ef gaining. The halfway mark was just ahead. The cowpuncher knew or y how to tusks the torn with |the last pomible loss of speed ground. Scarce ckening speed, he swept the pint nd the clumn 1* meequite and was off for home. Dave was halfway back before he jWae sure that the thud of Whiskey | Rill's hoote was almost at his beels He called on the cowpony for a last spurt. The plu little horse answered the « gatilived iteelf for the home stretch, for a moment held ite advantage. Again Bob Hart's yell drifted to Sanders. Then he knew that the bay was! running side by side with Chiqnito, was slowly creeping to the front. The two horses raced down the stretch jtogether, Whiskey Bill half a length in the lead and gnining at every stride. Daylight showed between jtherm when they crossed the line Chiquito had been outrun by a speed. ler horse, ontinved Tomorrow) ADVENTURES | Ole etek Sete THE SMALL VOIC FRECKLES and ala 0 re aur. | back, swung from the eaddie, and! made a beeline for breakfast. The other men were already busy at this important business. | The puncher# of the D Rar Lazy |R were moving a large herd to a new jrange. The cattle had been loose bedded In a gulch close at hand, the upper end of which was sealed by an impassable cliff. Expertly the riders threw the cat tle back to the mena and moved them forward. Among the bunch could find the T Anchor brand, the \Circle Cros#, the Diamond Tall, and lthe X-Z, scattered among the cows |burned with the D Bar Lazy R, iwhich was the original brand of the owner, Emerson Crawford Sunset brought them to the Salt Flats. The foreman gave orders to throw off and make carp. A course was chosen for the rac |From a selected point the hor |were to run to a clump of meaqu round {t, and return to the starting. {place Dug Doble was chosen both 7. “Adios, Chiquito. I know you won't | \throw off on yore old pal. So long, by lola pleeater.” | 3 8 | Across the mesa Dave galloped | , en Child’s Bowels with fornia Fig Syrup” has Gey BRS ‘s RAG mother! Even a sick child the “fruity” taste of “Califor. rup” and it never jis to the bowels. A teaspoonful to may prevent a sick child tomor- If constipated, bilious, fever. fretful, has cold, colic, or if is sour, tongue coated, |starter and judge. th bad, remember, a good cleans-| Dave watched Whiskey Bill ‘Of the little bowels is often all |the trained eyes of © horseman is neceasary. janimal was an ugly brute as to th your druggist for genuine|nead. Its eyes were tien: ahabe nia Fig Byrup” which has di-jand the wha of the nose was de for babies and children of |formed from the effects of the hat printed on bottle. Mother! |tlewnake’s stir But in legs and must soy “California” or you|pody it had the fine linew of a racer get an imitation fig syrup--Ad |The ho was built for speed, The en’ |cowpuncher’s heart sank. His bron: | “ with ——~-\co wag fast, willing, and very Intel: | t , |tigent, but the little range pony had ? Remedy not been designed to show its heels | ‘Asthma to @ near-thoroughbred “Are you ready?” Doble asked of |the two men in the saddles. Treatment mailed Free. Write to ler nobbed. The revolver barked ¢. tt Bort Bech, Angnets, Maine, Chiquito was of flask light, found its stride instantly. The | | summoned Buskins was sitting on it and smiling “Hellot’ answered fhe Twins to- gether, looking around tn a puzzled way, wondering who had spoken, | | But no one was to be seen, The} to go near their favorite apple tree. | voice was very small and far away. | That was very | to bear and | Indeed, it seemed to come from the! more of a pu ment than ther | ground. Could it be Flop Field mother knew, for without the mag-| Mouse or Abigall Ant or one of the jeal elevator they couldn't see their | forest or meadow folk? fairy friend Buskina, nor could they| “Where are you?’ called Nick. make any more visits to the strange | “We can't see anybody.” country of Up-in-the-Air. | “Look hard,” came the answer, | The blossoms in the orchard had|“and see if you can't find me. I'm disappeared, #0 the Twins could no|not as big as I was, I suppose I've longer play that it waa a fairy |ahrunk in the wash.” The children bower, It was more fun down in the | could hear someone laugh at his own meadow under their beloved chest: | little joke. nut tree, the plac where all thei “Oh, there he ts, adventures began. The first daisies | Nancy “It's Buskin were out, the weather being very | pointed to an old dandelion g warm, and Nancy atarted to pick.alpeed. Buskins was sitting bouquet for the dinner tabi. Nick |smoking his pipe and smiling. wasn't h h thinking it “Would you like to go to Thistle more fun bugs and|down Land?’ he asked when he beetles in the gr |found he had heen discovered. Suddenly a voice called out, “Hollo, | (To Be Continued) ore!’ (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) One day Nick ate a green apple and it So after that he and Nancy were pet allowed | made him sick. ra whispered and she ne to on it Ipin to p oke for (aor. ° . Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1923, Beattie Stary THE BEST “FADE-OUT” OF ALL later Jimmy Alcott was;nurse had been sent from the room to my darkened room.| Motherdear remained At my side He came as comporedly as if’he were |Motherdear could neither laugh nor call. No oné|cry over the doctor's decision ‘ that he “ive all right, Jimmy,” she said hich would de. | softly ‘The |} weeks.” CHAPTER LXXVII An hour formal suspected me « have a decision paying would waltin termine sconizing doctor had departed DOINGS OF THE DUFFS AND HIS TAS, NOW YOU QUN DOUN Yo THE STORE AND GET A BOUND OF SUGAR AND A HALE DCTEN EGES FOR NB. jenlarged vein!" ‘The room was very dark, My eyes, |no longer bandaged, could not endure |me—if the verdict Ja ray of light. I hailed Jimmy with: “Peel there!" | “Why, it's not much more than an | WTO WEW ™ NOPE, WRONG AGAIN = [TS A BREAD TRUCK! AS LONG AS (VE BEEN HOLDING DOWN “THIS CORNER MORNINGS, NOBODY i A GAS HACK HELEN, 1D SEE MY HA ANY PLACE NON-SKIO FALSE TEETH CATE “AS CARES ‘AGE BY STANLEY — PANS OR uw an gee ty SEE », BOOS HALE MAN PROF. HIGGINBOTTOM IF YOU DONT PAY _ THIS BILL, ATONCE, ILL PROT FEROCIOUS a MARSHAL OTEY WALKER ATTACHED PROF HiIGGINBOTTOMS ANIMAL SHOW LAST AI FOR A SIX DOLLAR FEED BILL. You T, P WHY NO,! HAVENT GOT, IT - | NEVER WEAR e Seed FRIENDS Tom Now Has a Soft Derhy OuiviA, 1D You SEB MY HAT LYING AROUND HERE ANY PLACE? LOOKING FoR THAT HAT? Nou BROUEUT LEMONS INSTEAD OF EG6S = _By Mabel Clelan 4 Page 588 PO Mrs. Martha paused a moment) as if she were looking at some. | thing far back In her memory, and nid: “It would be hard for you Seat- tle children of today to imagine | the potlateh seene, as T Raw it on | that autumn night tn 1860, “lard to reali that the waves washed up on the beach where now there are pavements, and| that Instead of trolley cars and automobiles with their flashing lights, there was only the flicker ing light of @ driftwood fire; th. stead of busy people and fashion. ably dressedecrowds, there were only half-naked savages working themselves up into a frenzy of fancied griet over a chief long dead. “when mother sald, ‘Look? tn that startled way, we stopped tn oureflight to the neighbor's home and held our breaths in frightened wonder, For the man who wore | the wolf skins was acting like a/ madman, while the women tore their hair and sereamed arg wail- ed and howled till they could be| heard all over the little town of | Seattle. | Not long after we reached Mrs. White's the wolfskin man | what !t was all gave a mighty leap and beran to climb over the roof of the pot- | latch honse and the noise became unbearable.” David Interrupted with “Was he enity? Sounds awfully phoney to me the whole business; I can't see bout.” Mrs. Martha sald, “and when you nee the Indians on our streets every day they look no quiet and stolid that you never would that thelr grand. fathers may have been those same excited, strange anvages. “Pretty soon they grew #0 nolsy and wild that the people in the little town sent their policemen* down to stop the racket-—— “Comoe in,” said Mra Martin, tn anawer to a knock at the door, “There! she said to the kiddies, “now here {8 a real Seattle pio- neer child. This ts my daugh- ter; she was born in Seattle when we lived in a home which stood right where the J. S. Graham store Is now.” “Yes,” the newoomer added, “and just across the street, where the Standard Furniture Co. has its big store, was, what do you think? ‘The cemetery.” (To Be Continued) suspect nahh Jimmy sald, ‘Then! he stooped and Kiesed the Joi sear | on my forehead. my And this ought to be the place to write “Fade Out,” kkinsed my lids, | u lips, but there is a little more to tell “I was afraid you would not need way.” monotone. May! 1 ne you from the beginning!* turned out this Jimmy's volee was # dull { get your point of view, r had any luck about , “Don't start until you've heard mea girl who has the character te out, Jimmy. T'm going to stay,in the | back It.” |movies because I have purpose in} “Rut, however will T know how te |my work at last, I intend to visual-|aet, Jimmy, unless I make a model |ize for women everywhere the high-|/home for myself? And how ean I Jest ideals of lov make—a model home unless—with-= “It's time somebody did” a model—hushand?”" “I want to make men see that} I'm afraid that the ensuing close Jimmy was by this time half way | when they cheat thelr homes, they're up never would have passed the cem to the door, “Understand, {t's all right pose we'll he together. way, I'll go back to London.” |_ “And throw down the chance Mo- | But they all end with the truth about “The doctor says that it never will | Masters offered you? Refuse to be a show under a Ifberal enat of greane, | start? “Too good to be true, after | ps doubts of the past | intend And so I do not! my profession, ! nt and powder! to give up Jimmy?" “T forgot about that. no difference, Jand,” 1 sup. | selves; when they lie like Huteheson » to finish ‘Love Lorn’ | Coleridge to his wife, they make all Then UN get out of your But tt makes I'll go back to Eng: {not ‘smart’ because they cheat them: | sors, | (The End) Flying swarm of locusts may be 5@ |miles long and so dense that the sun is hidden, love a lie, they He to themselvesy I've \|ideas for worth-while plays, Jimmy. life and love.” “What's that, May? “Only passion dies! forever!” “IUs a corking theme, May. Economical, steamdriven moter loycle has been built by a Denver For! map Love lasts