The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 7, 1922, Page 9

« A e a 4 - 4 . ~ " 1 c 2 J 4 J - ‘yto get there in time, BATTL STAR DAVE BAN DERG, young cowpuncher for the D Bar Lazy & outfit, abcom- panied by BOR HART, bis pal, pursue 2 ° AD MILLER and bts confederate: GFORCE DORLA, half-brother of their foreman, ~ DUG DOSLE, who have stolen Sanders’ pet pony, Chiquite, into Malapt where they meet JOYCE CRAWFORD, daughter of their employer, EMERSON CRAWPORD, vino has deen kidnaped by Miller, Dobie, SHORTY and other henchmen of = BRADLEY STEELMAN, rival ranbner ford, but Sanders | idly hurt in the fight. After Sanders tack to health at Sanders, to “Ket ewem,” Mees inst: demands to be paid for the boots, which he assum against the puncher’s pay, Z ‘Now go on with the story. (The foreman wasted no breath in fulile rage. He strode to the nearest Ritching-post and flung himself | astrkle leather, The horse's hoofs pounded down the road in pursuit. Sanders was riding the same bron: | @ he bad used to follaw the horse thieves. It had been under a saddie Most of the time for a week and was far from fresh. Before he had gone a@ mile he knew chat the foreman! ‘would cateh up with rim. He was riding for Gunsight Pass. It Was necessary to get _ before Dobie reached him, Otherwise Would have to surrender or fight, ‘and neither of these fitted in with Bie plans. Once he had heard Emervon Craw. | ford give a piece of adviceto a hot beaded and unwise puncher. “Never call for a gun-play on « bluff, son.! There's no easier way to commit sui cide than to pull @ sixshoogr you 't willin’ to use." Dug Doh. was Byington called sbullhaided. He bad forced @ situation which could not be met without a show-| down, This meant that the young range-rider would cither have to take! @ thrashing or draw his forty-five and use it. Neither of these alierna tives seemed worth while in view of the small stakes at iseue. Because he was not ready to kill or be killed Dave was flying for the hith. } “The fugitive had to use his quirt The steepness ‘of the road made heavy going. As he neared the summit the grade grew Worse. The bronco labored heavily tm its atride as its feet reached for | the read ahead, But here Dave had the advantage Doble was a much heavier man than he, and his mount took the shoulder ef the ridge slower. By the time the foreman showed in silhoue:te against thé skyline at the entrance to the Pass the yourger man Wid disap. | peared. | Bar Lazy R foreman found what had become of him. gave clear directions/| be far enough. Stop right or you'll notice don't reach for want to hear the fal piece. # Poked wa, ed up, C4gW to ed & narrow rift | orty-five pro- littered a patr | at And i did not at all Hke) Sanders was a) where, he lay, al entirely“ protected, all he had opponent off PxTRS manand had heen seen to start im pursuit of the boy. “Come outa there and shell that eighteen dollars, Doble. “Nothin’ dotn’, Dug." “Dont run on the rope. with me, | oe fellow. You'll sure be huntin’ ible.” { “What's the use o Beefin'? rve| get the deadwood on you. Better hit | the dust back to town and explain to the boys how yore brone went lame,” | advised Dove. “Come down and IT] wallop the tar outa you.” = “Much obliged. Iim right comfort able here.” out | demanded | word's home, Crawford gtves Sanders an for & pair of bodts, Sanders having lost is in the melee, makes & family quarpel of it Wy short-changing Sanders on bis pe. Sanders and Hart rescue Craw 14 nursed Dug Doble eadvof explaining when the fo ox ere ee “I've a mind to come up and aig | Pou out.” “Piekse yoreself, Dug. We'll find out then which one of us goes to hen.” . ‘The foreman cursed, fluently, ex pertly, passionately “You're sure doin’ yourself proudy Dug.” the young man told hun even- ly. “I'lb write the boys how you epilled language #0 thoro. 1 could only lay my hands on | you!” stormed. “I'M bet you'd massacree me prop: er,” admitted Dave quite cheerfully Suddenly Doble gave up. He wheeled his horse and began to de seend the steep slope, Steadily & jogged on to town, not once turnin, to look back, His soul was filled’ With chagrin and fury at the defeat the raw-boned — cattleman this striping had given him. He was ready to pick a quarrel With the first ma: who asked him a ‘question aboyt what had taken place at the pans ’ Nobody asked a question. Men looked &t bim, read the menace of his sullen, angry fuce, and side. stepped his rage. They did not need to be told that his fide had been & failure. His miinner advertised it Whatevet had taken place had not redounded to the glory of Dug Doble. Later in the fay the foreman met the owner of the D Bar Lasy’ R brand to make a detailed statement of the cost of the drive. He took peculiar pleasure in mentioning one item, 2 “That youn sealawag Sanders beat you outa eighteen @ilar sald with « aneer of triumph. Doble had heard the story of what Daye and Bob haddone for Craw ford and of how the wqundedsboy | had taker? J@. the cattleman's b ‘asia: ae futeed there. It pleaded orger wand = | Ni ‘ | | | | | was smiling now frankly Why, yes. 1 told him to buy the boots and have ‘em ajarged to my account, And the blamed little roost er never told Fou, eb?" | Doble choked for wordd withwhich {® express hirowelf, He glared at his employer as tho Crawford bad ac tugily “insulted him, In an easy, conversational toge the cattioman continued, but now there war a touch af frost in bh eyes. “It was thisaway, Dug, When he and | Bob kn4écked Steeiman’s plans hell west and crooked after that yellow skunk tieorge Doble betrayed me to | Brad, the ‘boy lost his boots in the ibrush, ‘Course I sald to get another [pair at the store and charg ‘em to me. J reckon he was havin’ some fun joshin’ you,” The foremagywas furious. Ie eput | tered with the rage that boiled tnmicde |him, But some instinct warned bim [that unl he wanted to break wit! Crawford completely be must restrain | bis impu to Alt righ mumbled. If you told him to get ‘em, ‘nough said.” rip loose. him now to acer off. what he Chose | to think was WWe_soft-beadedngss of his chief. ‘Ther cattieman “showed interest “That so, Dug? Sorry. 1 took fancy to that boy. What did he do?” 4 “You know how vaqueros are At. | ®' | CHAPTER X ‘The Cattle Train Dave stood on the fence of one of the shipping pens at the Albaquerque Stockyards and used a prod-pole to tuide the bawling cattle below. The wise in’ in- and eWargin’ goode! Fifty-Four Quarter Circle was loading @mainat the bossy | word they Was to quit it, Santers gfts_a pair of eighteen-doltiar = then jumps the town before I }find out about it.” Crawford started to speak, but Doble finished his story. took out after him, but my brone went lame from a stone in ite hoof. You'll neyer see that eighteen plunks, Em. It don't do to pet hands.” “Too bad you took all that trouble, Dug.” the old eattlemgn began mild ly. “The fact t#—" “Trouble. Bay, I'd ride to Tomb. itene to get a erack at that young smart Aleck. I told hith what 1@ do to him if Ivaver got my fists on him.” e * “So you difSiteup with him.” Dug drew back sulkily within’ him self. He did not intend to tell all be knew abdut the Gunsight Pass ept sode. “I didn't say whtn I told him.” “Tha's so. You didn’t. Well, I'm tight sorry you took so blamed much trouble to find him. Funny, tho, he didn’t tell you T gave him the boota.” “You — what?" The foreman @napped the question out with angry incredulity. The ranchman took the cigar from his mouth and leaned back easily. Natuge of the dandelion seeds. Nancy, Nick and Buskins sat very; still while Mother Natura, gave the Bittle seeds thelr lesson. hey were country of Thistle all the flying seeds go to learn where and how to grow the next year. s “Now, where does your book say for you to grow?" asked Mother Na ture of the dandelion seeds. "On the hill“opposite the factory,” answered the seeds with one voice. Why?’ “Because the people who work there have no flowers and they can look out of the window and see us 4 be glad.” “That's right,” said Mother Nature kindly, “but there are not enough of you here, You'll have to take all Your younger brothers and sisters with you so,that the whole hilt will he bright and low next spring Mr. Rbubari give each of you a nice com low palit and Mr. Sprinkle BiowXwill send down gentle showers to you clean, Hold wour heads up and do all you can to ’ “Where does your book say for you to.grow?” asked Mother spread@happiness and cheer.” She'Falled the mitk-weed seeds next, when the dandflion sceds had taken thelr seats The milk-weed seeds w ¢ told to #row near to a house wha@e poor ehiidren lived so that their pods could be used for doll-baby cradles in the falt. Next came the maple tree seeds, gently smoothing their shiny, clear wings, It's very important, stid Mother Nature to the mapleseeds, “thet you grow where you are moxt need. ed, So many peoplé neglect pidnting shade trees that we will have to do the best we can One of you must grow in @ eity yard where there are! children, one near to a hospitat where @ck people can see your green branchés, and ong where tired horses can rest in your shade. Learn your lemon well, little seeds,” Nancy ahd Nick thought it wonder ful. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattlé Star) 1 out the |* tlh of beet steers and cows for Denver. Just how he wus going ta manage tt Dave did not know, but he intended to be aboard that freight when it pulled out for the mile-high | town in Colorado. | He bad reached Albuquerque by a latrange and devious route of zigzagn and backtracking His weary rgneo be had long since @old for w. | ten dollars at a cow town where he |had seked his«naddle to be held at [a livery stablé until sent for. By (Protind baggage he had ridden a night jand part of a day. For a hundred mites be had actually paid his fare. | The next leg of the journey had been }more exciting. He had elected to travel by freight For many hours he and husky brakeman had held different opinions about this, Dave had been chased from the rods into! an empty and out of the. box ear to the roof. He bad been ditched half a dozen times during th> night, but leach time he had managed to hook | on before the train had gathered headway. The brakeman enlisted the rest of the crew in the hunt, with the result thet the range rider found him | self stranded on the desert ten miles | from a station. He walked the thea | lin hin high-heeled boots, and before he reached the yards his fect were | rending messages of pain ‘at every | step. Reluctantly he bought a tick: | et to Albuquerque. Here he had | picked up a temporary job ten min. } utes after his arrival A raw-boned Inspector kept tally | |#t the chute while the cattle passed ; up Into the car. “Fifteen, sixtoen—prod tem up, you Arizona +- seventeen, eighteen — jab} that whiteface alopg—nineteen—hus tle ‘em tn.” | ‘The air was heavy with the du@ rained by the milling cattle. Car after car was jammed full of the frightened creatures as the men moved from pen to pen, threw open jand «hut the big gates, and hustie? the stock up the chutes# Dave had | begun work at six in the morniog. | A glance at his wateh showed him that it was now ten o'clock. A middieaged man in wrinkled corduroys and a pinched-in white hat | drove up to the fence. “How're they coming, Sam?" he asked of the fore: | man in charge. "We'd ought to be movin’ by noon, Mr. West.” “Fine. 1 gon in charge. the boys to take along. | © decided to send Garri- He can pick one of | Wa can't! | “rm Mr the. man you're looking. for, Woat.” right well spare any of ’eth now. If I knew where to find a good man The lean Arizoha-born youth slid} from the fence on hif prod-pole and ebe defended against their own | stepped forward tll he stood beside |the buckboard of the cattleman “I'm the man you're lookin’ for, DIDIA COOK IT? — “THE FLASHY MISS FISHER TURNED BACKTHE ENGAGEMENT RING ~- |nore packed to the door, as was the | stretched out oemfortably on the seat | caboose, evidently to have a look | relieving OUR BOARDING HOUSE Now ! | DOINGS OF THE DUFFS MAT 1S TT, ALVIN [oo aT “THAT SPARKLE RING DEAR? // MIGSFISHER® 4 it per coupLA as J MY AUNTY SAID WEEKS 2» SOME “' DIAMOND NI HENRY GoTTH'Tbss, YOUR RING WAS A CARROT! PUMPING AT | WHERE 1S TTNoW?)| HALF- MAST TOM, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THAT FURNACE P | THOUGHT I SMELLED SMOKE! n } Mr, West.” The owner of the Fifty-Four Qu ter Circle brand looked him over with koen eyes around which nets of litte wrinkles spread. What man?’ he asked. “The one to help Mr. Garrieon take the cattle to Denver.” “Recommend yoreself, ean you? asked West with « hint.of humor, “Yea, air.” “Who are yout “Dave Sanders—from Arizona, first ofr.” Reen punchin’ tong” “Since I was a kid. Worked for the D Bar Lazy BR last.” | “Ever go on a cattle train?” “Twice—to Kannus City.” “Hinp! That grunt told Dave just) what the difficulty was. It maid, “I don't know you. Why should Ff truxt you to help take a trainload of my @attle thru?” \ “You can wire to Mr. Crawford at Map! and ask him about me,” the young fellow suggested | “How long you ride for him?" “Three years comin’ crass.” “How do I know you're the man you say you are?” ‘One of yore boys knows me-—-Bud Holway.” , Weat grunted again. He knew Em- erson Crawford well. He was a le@ el-beaded-cOwman and his word a4. good as hig bond. If Em said this young Man was trustworthy, the ship per was willing to take a chance on him. The honest eye, the open face, the straightforward manner of we youth recommended his ability and integrity. The shipper was badly in feed of a man. He made up his mind | to wire. “Let yo! know later,” he @aid, and for®he moment dropped Dave out of the conversation, But before noon he sent for him. “I've heard from €rawford,” said, and mentioned terms. “Whatever's fair,” agreed Dave. An hour later he was in the ca boose of a cattle train rolling east ward. He was second in command of a shipment consigned to the De ver Terminal Stockyards Compan Most of them were shipped by the West Cattle Company. An odd car was a jackpot bunch of pickups com: | posed of various brands, All the cars he} | custom of those days. | After the train had settled down to the chant of the rails Garrison sent | Dave on @ tour of the cars, The} young man reported all well and re- | turned to the caboose, The train | crew was playing poker for «mail| stakes, Garrison had joined them. | For a time Dave watched, then read a four-day-old newspaper thru to the last advertisement, The hum of the| wheels made him drowsy. o with his coat for a pillow. When he awoke it was beginning | get dark, Garrison had left #he | at! the stock. Dave ate some crackers and cheéne, climbed to the roof, and with a lantern hanging on hie arm 1 forward Already a frm of the calves, yteld- ing to the pressure in the heavily laden cars, had tried to escape it by lying down, With his prod Dave drove back the nearest animal, ‘Then he ued the nail in the pole to twist | the tulls of the calves and force them | to their feet. In those days of crowded cars almost the most im portant thing in transit was to keep the cattle on their legs to prevent | any from being trampled and smoth-| ered to death, to mov were busier, With their lanterns and | prod-poles they went from ear to car} the pr greatest. The weaker animals an to give way, worn out by the heavy lurching and the fan of heavy | bodies against them, They had to ness, { Daye was crossing from the top of ope car to another when he ‘heard * THE HOUSE (S FULL BY AHERN NOTICEsMISS FISHER |] EITHER “THAT OR Hit SN'T BEEN FLASHIN'}] “TH! PooR DUM GOT) | NAILED FoR A + PAYMENT ON “TH! yj — SAY. HELEN, HAVE PEBBLE AN THEY CALLED (T BACK AND WIS HEART IS | \"To TH’ COUNTER! PANSY BRING THAT WIRE BRUSH DOWN \ US a after day I grew more afraid of Page 593 HOW SHE ESCAPED THE DOGS ar Oh? * * i siehiiamaenaimamatniemane “I knew,” Mrs. Bigelow contin. ued, “that if I told them at home how my horse acted and how day the dogs they would put a stop to my going and I loved that litte pchoob my, how I loved didn’t want to be beaten. “Not ia far from tfie McAlliaters ran the cterk, and the only place shallow enongh for my horse to walk acrona (no bridges, of course, at that time) was just beyond their place. and another, “But in thinking over one plan | away from to get the dogs, I begun to witoh for a ponsible trail, which me another way. one hard, and when creek, I found that instead of a/ broad, shallow stream, the creek | ran dep narrow, between ts down to ft on one side, ahd up? somebody, | ow “This trail it reached and oop hanks, but the trail ut of it on the other would take} I finally found was narrow and) the led many others, had crosged it, or it wouldn't be there down at deep “1 mt it was, and if would try the crossing. drag “Ll knew 1 saw that my feet on my horse, looking it and wondering how my horse | my ‘long skirts would would be wet, so I calmly picked up my skirts and tucked them about me, | ent tailor fashion with both feet kkk THE OLD HOME TOWN oF. CLOTH | SE™ PY BIRD CAGHS CROCKS - JUGS | VIOLINS FLAT | = AND ROCKING = x CANIRS MENDE! AGENTS FOR THE GIANT ois SELF-FLAPPING FLAP JACK GRIDULE HAS INVENTED A LEFT-HANDED APPLEGATE SWATTER AND BACK SCRATCHER WITH A CONVENIENT THUME REST-MR APPLEGATE ISA GREAT ADMIRER OF THOMAS EDISON. PANSY, TAKE THIS RIGHT AWAY! under me on top of the horse and urged ber tn. “Good litte hore# She picked her way carefully down the slope and swam across, scrdmbling up the opposite bank without dis lodging me, and we went on our way. il winter long I rode that trail; no one knew it; mo one would ever have known what be- came of me if I had slipped into the deep, swift stream from my uncertain seat. # “But 1 didn’t. -, “I went on and taucht my school, and some of ny pupils are well known men tn the state to day; there were five of them. “I taught my school, and lived my life; Monday morning I rode over and Um little horse went home alone, and Friday my brother brought her back to Ime. | “I met the man I loved and #e | planned for our own nest build- ing. “We will build in Olympia, of course,’ he said, ‘that's the New York of the West; it will grow like magic; there's everything to make’ it thy city of the Sound “SO we planned, and I wouldn't fo and live In the new little home tll he should have it finished, so we Planned and so we waited for a, ship from California which would bring some furniture. (To Be Continued) | | Unt! Past, the way of ron of har home in love when Paris would ren GO ON WITH THE STORY to be there when Sue about our en- announced Paul with a “Polly, you agement,” (Copyright, 1 Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zee Beckley by The Seattle Stary CHAPTER V—TELLING AUNT SUE BEGIN HERE TODAY 1h Paul Dawson arrived from the jolly Newland had found litte in non on ¢ the Middie Wes ntered her life, Polly accepted him, His firm be their enpltal advieed representative 1 want tell Atnt Paul proposed main atreet v nd he announced hat thelr honeymoon would be apent in him that he|terly hard living her spinsterish life in the xrin suggesting mischief. “She never did W make a hit In the stove business, ke me much thought I'd never 1 want to see her sniff and look sorry his ni: |for your" “She won't fee) very sorry for me! ame called. He knew the vol belonged to Garrison and he listened ake pure from which ear it cante, tor rt wently he heard it a second time and lgcalized the sound as just below He entered the car by the end ‘As the night grew older both men | door near the roof. him: ai “Yop “RB “['N get some of the train hangs. Will you be all right tT get back weak: | the young ma’ ve | right ir ello! Call me?” he asked. fs it?" roken,” n asked. reckon, Hop along lively, n the jam here.” (Continued Tomorrow) ° T done fell and bust my Inig. sure wherever it|Can you get me outa here?” ‘Bad, I'm Paul—when I think of us being in Paris together * * * Poor Auntie | Sue! I wondgr if it Isn't a sort of (Jealousy? T'll”bet she’x never loved janyone as I do you. It must be bit- |among people who have love and |marriage and children and all sorts lof interests she's never had,” | “I know,” answered Paul, taking Polly into his arms and kissing her soft lips. ‘We won't be naughty to But do want “fo hear her ‘True fo form, Aupt Sue did sniff. “Mr. Paul Dawson,” she said, as tho Paul were not present, “is a handsome young man, But I never thought him suited to the stove busi- ness.’ “Furnaces, hot air, steam radi- ators AND stoves,” put in Paul from across the room. “An excellent business, requiring solid good sense and ability,” nodded Aunt Sue. “I do not question Mr. Dawson's gifts, I onty wondored whether they were suited to the stove business.” “So much so, Auntie dear, that Sima & Brady are sending Paul abroad to Fat thru the biggest deal |they ever had in their Paris office. | And I'm going with him. Pgul is the only one in the concern.that knows about the stoves and things, and DOWN TO MR. DUFF IN THE FURNACE ROOM when we tell her about Paris! Oh,’ BRUSH NOW, MISSUS DUFF MR STRUG. To TEtc SOMETHING. Lh US CARE Teccs evoeer THING I speaks fluent French besides.” Polly could not keep the triumph out of her yoice as she sprung her Paris, bombshell. | Aunt turned slowly tn her chair and Tegarded Paul for the first |time since he had entered the room. \ | You are—you ‘are going to take | Pelly abroad?” Paul bent his handsome head re- |spectfully, (Flow could anybody not |adore Paul, thought Polly,) | Aunt Sue's mouth remained open for at least 20 seconds.’ Polly almost jsaw in procession what was passing thru her austere relative’s mind; As: | jtonishment, shock, admiration for) | Paul held well in check by prejudice, |triumph for Polly, muffled by genu jine regpet at losing even for a umd the little niece she loved, and finally, | a sort of scandalized fascination at | thought of the wicked city over seas, “Paris!? Her lips at last closed abruptly on the word, Then: “Why, I shouldn't suppose Paris could con. sider such serious things as stoves, furnace systems and the installation | of radiators." Led by Paul, every body burst Into a laugh, which cleared tho. air. “Oh, Paris is growing quite Amerie can since the war,” he assured her. “It wants the very best steam | heaters we can give it!” “Indeed? Well, it is a highly tm- moral place nevertheless, I hear that the men never go home—in fact, that the French ldnguage includes no. |such word as ‘home'~that the |women (sniff such as they are (sniff think of nothing but low- | | A GENTLEMAN TO SEE ‘Tou, HO WANTS LLLLEZZP TECC HIM (T'S NOT NECSs~ BARY To SCG ME — the paventents, that entertainments ‘run fullblast on Sundays, and every- body does exactly what they please without restraint or the slightest re gard for civilized manners.” “Oh, Auntie Sue, it sounds perfect ly thrilling to me! And Paul will take such care of mef* “I hope'so, But I advise you, my child, to keep close watch upom him. Paris is no safe place for any man.” (To Be Continned) Get Your Rest at Night— Zemo Soothes Tetter and Rashes {making and personal adornment, that the theaters are shocking be: yond words, the streets utterly un- safe and with cales swarming over