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Pay i THE ne RN Reg The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, November 7, 1912 TWO-GUN MAN'S” suuGreatest Novelwss Bi NE ce ETD The Romance of a - Tenderfoot from “New York Who Fought Against (Copyright, 1912, by Outing Publishing Co.) CHAPTER I. The Arrival of the Man. Mighty Odds. IF the passengers on the west-bound train that pulled up et the little Ted wooden station at Dry Bottom at the close of @ June day in 18— Were interested in the young man bearing the two suit cases, they True, they noted his departure; with casual Glances they watched him as he stepped down upon the platform; but immediately they forgot his athletic figure and his regular featured, serious face @e thelr thoughts returned to the heat, the dust There was the usual bustle and activity which always follows the arrival of @ Wein. A mail bag was dumped out of the mali car, another thrown in; some @upress packages were unceremoniously deposited near the door of the sy, the agent; the conductor ran to the telegrapher’s window to receive an fan back, signaling as he ran; the engine dell clanged, the drivers Ganked, the wheels ground, the passengers eighed, and the train departed on ‘Bave no evidence of it. order; tte way. newly: impressive than the realization that comic opera is written in a might be the birthplace of @ four-act drama or a five-act tragedy? there are lbrettists and librettists. This one, appropriately irreverent friends, who have not learned to worship , to his credit and he doesn't hesitate to ‘mention this fact to the girl who is doing her best to work out @ “themg” for him on the plano, For the sake of art he asks her to obliterate sex and th of him only a8 @ machine. She grasps the idea bravely, but you can see that rhe would like to be eomething more to him than a machine. genius blinds him to her feminine charms efid he calls her simply Wilson. 4s.superior to women as such—end eo, of course, you know exactly what is going to happen to him. Meanwhile his baohelor friends have informed him that they are going to be married, One of them, a dentist, carries in his pocket @ tooth that he drew from his beloved Elizabeth on the day he met his fate. This ts @ little worse But the worst is yet to come. It arrives with more of less unhappily married couples when “Paste” acts as their no time in making a bad impression. The first to betray her breeding is the prize that has been won by the young handkerchief and ecents a scandal. After attacking the reputation of her host she tells the “cry- that the red-headed Irish pride dy: ming ladies tell what they tliink of one another and break up the pleasant | le party by going home. Miss Gwendolyn Piers makes the band is hooking her dress, and Georgo Graham gets a good laugh for his pains | TUnning perpendl Mins, Isabel MacGregor is | P&tt« Of cour genius, the thr stock broker. baby brid inti the 1 ‘an Tell. play at Wallack’s. “Our Wiv interest centr be found only in the stage a hand that knows its business. The librettist, who figures as the of the play, is really glorified by his surroundings. What could be more ‘study” that dubbed “Paste” by hi has numerous than “Bachelors and Benedicts.” host five weeks later, by offering her a chocolate er too Irish to be true to her role, and Miss Vera Finlay is quite enou: ch te 4) ny husband to drink. William Rosette talks to her like a young A. eile PR domestic future, and Mark Smith ts amusin over the the ety, Then hi “Our Wives” Mildly Amusing, But of No Value. and the monotony of travel. ation ‘The young man who had alighted stood rail-jotnts, watching the smoke from the metioniess for a moment, listening engine stack befoul the clear blue of fo the clatter of the wh _ New P miled grimly, threw J BY CHARLES DARNTON. AN you imagine three wives coming to dinner at your house with their tured husbands and then gathering up their wraps and leaving in the lack of tast successes” The wives lo She opens a music roll, ‘crybaby brid: m to keep her still. finds a woma her hair Defore even the soup is served because one of them has remarked that another dyes her hair? This is the emazing situation that presumably justifies the title of the 4s @ comedy of such very bad manners that betrayed by the authors, Helen Krafft and Frank Mandel. In taking the comedy from the German they have evidently made no effort to observe the rules of ordinary politeness. Good taste is to ttings. Robert Milton has staged the play with If-satisfied " funny when her hus. the fat husband who 't} e d these towered over the 8 Fmuch to say. As for Henry Kolker, who talks a great deal and in bacon | eel Sheena Rvacarnine content ffected manner, he makes it clear that the lbrettist {s very fond of himacif, ; 0US dignity. There (Miss Pamela Gaythorne, who plays Wilson obediently, doesn't get any affection |AWellings, some stores, but the young t act, when she looks both aurprised and pleased. John Findl, e best old servant we've seen since his incomparable William in “You Nevei eas ink His brilliant He Then the thre| £4 A OG ing @ Tard giance toward « group of loungers standing at @ corner of the ation, and walked over to where the station agent stood examining some newly arrived packages, “Do you mind directing s 9 to the courthouse?” sald the young man, ‘The agent looked up, turned and ran & measuring, speculative eye over the new arrival. He noted the Eastern cut of the young man’s clothing and be- neath the dust of travel the clear, healthy white skin or his face. “Strang- observed the agent, with @ umorous narrowing of the eyes. 1 aon’t «mind,* nswering the young man's que! “You won't have any trouble finding the courthou: atreet in this town an’ the courthouse fe down to the other end of it—you n't mise it tf you tried.” He grinned with some amusement at fhe young man’s back as the latter with cordial “thank you,” returned to his suit cases, gripped them firmly by the handles, and strode down the wooden platform toward the street, ignoring the group of loungers at ' corner of the station. ‘Nother tenderroot,” remarked one of the loungers as tho young man passed out of ‘nearing; “they're runnin’ this country pum to hell ‘The young m-x strode slowly down the board sidewalk that paralleled the buildings on one side of the strect, mentally taking in the dimensions of the town. It was not an Inviting picture, Many buildings of various descriptions snuggled the wide, vacant space which the station agent had termed a “street.” | Most of the bulldings were unpainted and crude, composi of rough boards Hlaviy, with narrow joints ss over thi k buvdings wo stories in helght, bearing the ap- pearance of having been recently erect- at, »ming contemptu- ‘© many private man’s first impression. was that there ay 18| was an enormous number of saloons, He saw few people; those who c: There seems to be no hope for “Our Wives.” The pla: i 5 ¥ 1s mildly a cowfoys, for t but of no value. If the extfavagant language that the Ubrettist uses, was taken from the German, Miss Krafft and Mr. Mandel should put st right back, |" day, Greatest. Dog Is Dead. INK, the greatest sheep dog of her belonging to Mr. Moses of " Brogyntyn farm, Oswestry, Wales has died at the age of was endewed with almost human jwacity and had won more first prize thin any other sheep dog in n various parts of the country. & smooth-hatred after the greyhound styl as how she got her speed. She was Gentle with a chicken or a pig as th a sheep, but if one were stubborn would stand facing {t, and at the bistle walk quietly up and the nose, and the sheep had to go she wanted.—London Dally Mail, ‘don Glob even. Pink | ported colored native triels Pink cleanly That report. The colle, population goods, Hitherto, known ag beads, and s natives and this elze it “Kaffir Truck” Trade. TASTE for clothes, A cheap furniture, European food, bicycles, tin trunk to be developing among South Africa, according to the ofMdal trade! commissioner that £6,351,000 1s the value of the native to overseas exporters o! Europ&n » &e., Is re. Population of trade with the natives trade—has comprised chiefly cheap goods such as cotton blankets, el wire and cheap cutl ‘e now earning betti developing their taste. —Lo: fr truck" brass, the | sundry stimates copper y. The wages 7 within range of vision were appa y wero rigged tn the pleturesaue garb that he had studied any times in the illustrations of F ern magazines, He had admired them afar, for there was something about them, something In the free, wild life |they ‘led, that appealed to him; some- ‘thing that struck at the primitive ip his | heart. He had heard tales of them; travellers -| returning from these regions had related stories of these wild men of the plains; thelr | recklessn: of their absolute fearlessness —clothing them with @ glamour and romance that had deeply impressed the young man. His own life f) had been rather prosalc, He saw some cowpontes hitched to rails in front of several of the saloons, in front a store he observed @ canvas- covered wagon whica he recognized (from sketches ho had seen) aa a “prairie schooner”; in front of another -|store he saw a Spring wagon of the “buckboard” variety. That was all, The 1 & “S’Matter, Pop?” PLAYING EP HONE | TH als New MA, THAT SHows EVERY MOVE +E STAND) AM UP THERE LIKE ALITTLE! | Waiting TRUSINE $5 MAN 5 DY i & EFFECT OF GOOD BXAMPLE HA5 WATCHED MY The Comi y cided with a sinile, aroma or sage-brush filled his nostrili the fine, flint-like, powdered alkall 4 jay thick everywhere It tive and dismal. The town, as it lay before him, vega in desolation and ended in desolation. Except that it was a trifle larger it iffered in no important particular from many others that had littered the face of the world through which he had passed during the last twenty-four hours. It was a mere dot in the centre of a flat grass country covering a vast Grea. It sat, serene in its isolation, as far from civilization as Gen from Revelation. In the stifling heat of the lazy Jun afternoon it drowsed, seemingly desert cept for the ponies and two wago! and a few incurious cowboys who had rewarded the young man with their glances. Apparently whateyer cltizens were here were busy in the saloons. as unattrace As this thought flashed upon the young man his lips straightened grimly, But he continued slowly on his way, giving much attention to objects that came within his range of vision, The more he saw of the town, the less pleased he was with it. The suit cases were heavy; he paused in front of a building and set them down, while with his handkerchief he mopped the dust and perspiration from his forehead, He saw a flaring sign on the roof of the building in front of which he had’ stopped and he reat the legend with a smile of derision ‘The Fashion Saloon.” Several ponies were hitched to the rally, in front of the building; the bridle of one was gaily decorated with a bow of ribbon, Only a@ woman would have dec- orated a pony thus, the young man de- Yet what sort of woman would hiteh her pony In front of a saloon? He looked about him f some explanation and saw a vac beside him and beside the vacant © a ‘tore, There was no hitching rall In front of the store, therefore here was th tanation, He heard a sound behind him and, turning, he beheld the figures of a man and a woman in the vacant space between the two buildings. The woman seemed to be litt!» mors than a girl, for as the young mud watched she turned slightly toward him —though not seeing him—and he saw youth pletured on her face, and inno- cence, though withal she guve the young man an impreeslon of sturdy self-rell- ance that awakened Instant admiration for her in his mind, e@ was attired in picturesque cos- tume, consisting of short riding skirt, boots, felt hat, woollen blouse with a flowing tle at the throat, gloves and spurs. It was not the sort of thing to which the young man wa’ accustomed, but she made an attractive picture and GREAT TEACHER ARTE ALL. THATS ME IN PERFECT MINIATURE LOoK MANou ARE 900000009000000000000000 00000000000000000KC Copyright, 1912, by the Press Publishing Co. | OBSERVATION 15 THE MISSING THIS! 7 DOODOQOODOOODOOCOOOS he Yook in every detall of ner appeat~ ance with r even, Tt was some time before he noticed the man. The latter stood facing the Girl and he could not get a view of his face. He had ® gigantic frame, with huge shoulders that loomed above the girl, dwarfing her. ‘The young man ‘te- mained motionless, watching the tWo, for there was @omething in the big attitude that held htm. young man had a@ glimpse of his face. Tt was heavy featured, coarse, and an unmistakable brutality was betrayed in it, The young man's Mpe curled. He did not like the type, and it was the girt'a face that held him now that he had seen the man’s, le leaned easily againkt the front of the dullding, not over fifteen feet dis- tant from the two, trying to appear Law deen mistaken in hie estimate of the young woman—she asamed entirely able to take care of heraclf. He crowded a litle closer, though ne knew that this conversation was none of his affair further than that he was inter- ested—in seeing that the young woman fecelved decent treatment Certainly #0 far she had not received that, yet ata ng saw a heavy revolver at the man’s hip, and he did not doubt, from what he had thus far seen of him, that he would use the weapon should he turn and dis cover that there was @ Ietener to hie conversation. Such an action would accord perfectly with tales that the young man had heard of this section of the country. But he edged closer. ‘The big man's face had become por- eonously bloated. The girl's deflance seemed to have enraged him “Hell!" he said venomously. “You're wiking damn brave!” He leaned clo: to her, “And you think you'd be dis- There was a struggle. Then the big man went down like a falling tree. uninterested, but not concealing his interest; He believed the girl had not seen him, for though @he had locked in ‘his direction he was sure that her glance had passed him to rest on the pony at the hitching rail. been, the Swift as the glance had young man had seen in her face an expression that caused him to decide to remain where he was until the wink mounted her pony, no matter how long that time might so he relaxed, lean- ing ainst the building—attentive, 1 tening, though apparently entirely un- concerned i The girl deep emotion man had sald, for her slight fi stiffened and she stood looking at him The big with an angry, intense «az man had been taunting her, showed in a mocking grin as he hovered r by, apparently sure of her. It w like a Hon piaying with a mouse, The the young man heard the big mon's e0: “So you don't take kindly to my court- dng? Don't want anything to do with me at all?’ -Ilis forced laugh had a harshness in !t that caused the youns man's muscles to stiffen, He took a siy glance at the girl agg saw her chin up- lift with disdain. “Do you think It fs cessary for me to tell you that again?” she sald, A strange satisfaction tarilled the young man; sympathy for her drew his mouth Into @ peculiarly «rim smile, But he had no time to enjoy his satisfac- tion, for the big man spoke and this time he did not laugh. “Well,” he said shortly, to have something to do with me You're going to hook up with mo or I'm putting that crazy brother of yours out of business She took a step toward him, standing very close to him and looking straight into his eyes, She was fighting bravely for her composure, but the young man had seen that her ips had pitifully during her brief speech. stiffened with sympathy, could not, of course, understand this strange con- versation, but he could discern its drift, and the suggestive underplay in the big man's words, But plainly he had not “you're gol.g (The New York World.) SAY, GIRLIE) You ARE , OH THATS You, ALt Right] | THA Din G BEGIN a Tm Dino? Dol TEAL SWEET, LISTENING || HAVE TO TODAY ee lau Acc sraced if folks knowed you was @ friend of mine? He laughed harshly. “Most folks are tickled to be known as my friend, But I'm telling you this: If I ain't a friend I'm an enemy, and you're doing as I say or I'm making things mighty unpleasant for you and your poor ‘afflicted’ brother!" Tho young man saw the girl's hands clench, saw her face grow slowly pall Twice now had the big man taunt her about her brother, and plainly hi words had hurt her. Words trembl on her lips but refused to come, Bi for an instant she forced her eyes to meet those of the man and then they suddenty filled with tears. She took a backward step, her shoulders drooping. The big man’ followed her, gloating r her. Again the youn man’ ughts went to the lion and the mouse. “Hurts, doesn’t 1t?” aald the big man brutally. ‘Wall, you've brought it yourself, being such a damn prud Ho reached out and grasped her by the shoulder, Sho shrank back, strug- gling with him, trying to grasp the butt of an tvory handled revolver that swung at her right hip, The big man pinned her arma and the effort was fu- tle, And then retribution—like an ava- Janche—struck the blg man, He heard the movement, age ed the danger, and flung his right Mand toward his pistol butt. There was a silent struggle; a shot, one of the young man's arma swung out—flail like-the clenched hand Janding with a erash The big man went down Ike a falling tree—prone to the ground, his revolver flying ten feet distant, a@ little blue- white smoke curling lazily upward out of its muzzle. The big man was raised again—bodily—and hurled down again. He lay face upward in the whi sun- ight—« mese of brulsed and bleeding Nh. young man's anger had come and gone, He stood over the big man, look ink down at him, his white teeth gleame through his slightly parted lips. 1 think that will ¢ ald in an even, passior ran instant there was @ tense sl- The young man turned and looked the girl, who was regarding him Reeds = [Savi Dine DAY? B y Char re’) A Man from the East, rles Alden Seltzer RURBe? a Girl from the West and the Law an Clash of d Law- lessness. . with surprised and bewildered eyes. The young man smiled mirthlessly, “T think I walted rather too long. But he won't bother you again—at least for @ few minutes, He saw the girl's gaze directed to & point somewhere behind him and turned to see that @ door in the t hion Galoon was vomitini the space cowboys mostly, with @ sprinkling of other men whose appearance and attire proclaimed them citizens, The young man stood silent while the n ged them- selves about him, girl had not moved; ehe was standing near the young man, her face » her alight figure rigid, her eyes wide and flashing, ‘The young man looked from her to the men who had crowded about hint and he became aware that one of the man—a slender, olive- skinned cowboy—evidently @ half-breed —wan peaking to him. He stood looking at the man, saw menace in his eyes hoard his voice, writhing i profane ac- cusation: “So you've shot Beeg Reel, you tender- toot —- — —-!"" said the man. His right hand was hooked in his car- tridge belt, near the butt of his six- shooter, ‘The young man had been coldly scru- tiniaing the face of the half-breed; he had seen a e@neering insolence on the thin, nariing ips, and he knew instant- ly that this man was a friend of his fallen-adversary. He had smiled grimly jan had begun «peaking, be- ing willing to argue the justice of his action in striking the big man, but at the man's vile insult his white teeth gleamed again and his right arm flew cut—like a flatl—the fist crashing against the half-breed’s jaw. Like the big man, the half-breed col- lapsed in a heap on the ground. There wag # audden movement in the crowd, and pistols flashed in the sunlight. The young man took a backward step, halt- ta, drew himself up and faced thom, his curling. Ot course you'll shoot now," he sald bitterly. Hie heard @ rustle beside him, and turned to see the girl standing within @ foot of him, the Ivory handled pistol fn hand, her eyes flashing coldly, q don't think that any of them are she declared evenly, sudden al- co that had fallet ig Bill got Sunt ‘what he deserved, and this gentle jan will not be molested. He isn't armed,” she sald, with @ dry laugh; ‘shooting him would be murder, and If he Is shot I promise to avenge, him immediately.” ‘She turned slightly, speaking to young man while keeping her ey the men around her, During the pause that followed several of the mei atealthily sheathed thelr weapons and epped back. wT think Big Bill ts able to fight bis own battles,” continued the sir, ti ing advantage of the e@ident rel tance of the men to force trouble, ‘Her face became slightly, pale: she saw the big man alt up and about him, He got to bis t stood. swaying dizlly for an jnstant, and ‘then his gaze sought out the young man and was fixed on him with the on re id forebod!nt malignance. His riot fell to his holster, and, finding weapon there, he turned and sought it, finding ft, and returning to @ point near the young man, the weapon in hand. As he halted there was another movement and the half-breed was on his feet and drag- ging at his revolver. The young man crouched, preparing to spring, and the big man spoke sharply to hait- breed, Quit tt your own busine ‘The to reallzo that the half-breed Nad been wopsted also, for he looked at the latter, saw the dust on his clothing and grinned expressively. “Bo he got you tog, did he, Yuma?’ His heavy features. thed into @ mocking sneer as hi faced the young man, “Knocked me down!" he silky, even voice, “‘Knocke with @ punoh, Knocked Yuma Ed down too!’ He took another step toward the young man and surveyed him critt- cally, his eyes glinting with something very near amusement. Then he stepped back, laughing shortly. “I ain't shooting you,” he said, “I've got an idea that you and me will meet Jn." ‘There was an ominous threat his voice as he continued: "Shooting you wouldn't half pay you back.” He stepped away from the young man, motioning the other men Into the door through which they had emerged to come to his assistance, and they filed n slowly in without prote The dig ™man paused ton, tine ions enough to look again “Knocked me down!” he said, though scarcely ‘able to realise’ the ‘ruth “knocked me cold with punch!” He laughed, his coarse features twist- ing into an odd expression. “Well, Tl be —!" He turned abruptly and die appeared through the door which the other men had gone, For an instant the young man looking after him. Then he «ured end saw the young woman, standing near her pony, regarding him with grave ‘Thank you,” e#he sald. He caught @ flashing smile and then she was in the saddle, loping her pony down the street toward the station, For a moment the young man looked after her and then with @ smile he returned to his euit cases and was off down the street toward the courthouse, which he eaw in the distance. . —— CHAPTER Il. The Rule of Cattle. HIE court-house was @ low, one story red brick building, sit- ting well back from the street. It was evidently newly built, é for an accumulation of debris, left by the workmen, attll Uttered he ground in the victnity. The young man smiled with satisfac- tion, turned the knob «nd opened the door, standing on the threshold. A man seated at one of the windows of the room was gazing steadily out at the vast, dry, sun scorched country. The young man bowed respectfully. ‘Are you Judge Graney?" he questioned. The Judge nodded. have bgen expecting you,” he sald after he had become seated. “Take @ chair.’ "m glad to aee you,” 4 continued ‘You look Uke your fathe: ‘The young man‘a face clouded. “Poor dad,” he sald slowly. For @ moment there was silence; the Judge studied the young mun's Something that he saw in it must Dieased him, for he smiled, becoming serious instantiy. “Tam sorry you could not get here in tim e buried your father he said. “Wi yesterday.” be returned thé "1 should b. couldn't wake 5", young man regretfully. Mked to see him before he died. Where did you bury himt”’ “We took him out to his ranch—tie Ctrole Bar,” returned the Judge, “where he sai@ he wanted to be buried when he died, You'll Gnd that the Circle Bar boys have done best for him— which was little f ho looke! keenly at the young man. Lines of pain came into the face; hu bowed bie head, nod Judge's words. “Thave always thought that it was his ‘own fault," he eaid gently. “It might have been different.” He looked slowly up at the Judge, his face reddening with embarrassment. “Of course, you know something of his life,” he said. “You were his friend—he wrote me a while back, telling me that. I don't pr.tend to know what came between him aad mother ‘mother would never tell and father never mentioned it in his letters. I have thought it was drink,” he added, watching the Judge's face closely. He.caught the latter's slight nod and traightened, it must have been drink,” be continued; ‘I have inferred that from what mother has hinted now and then. But"’—and a wistful gleam came into his eyes—"I have hoped that it would not be drink that would cause his"—= He caught the Judge's slow, grave nod and he broke off abruptly, hie eyes filling with an expre: tion, “Well,” he sald, matter what did it. thank you for what you he added, rising, “I aa sure you that {f tt 49 posvible for me te repay” “sit down,” said the Judge, waving a hand to the young man's chair, “No thanks are due me. I did only what would do for another, 1 have arranged for you to go out to the Circle Bar," he informed Hollis ag the latter hesitated over resuming his chair. “Nell Norton, your range boss, Is to be here at 6 o'clock with the buckboard,” He consulted his watch. “He ought to be here in half an hour—if he ts on time. Meantime there aro some things 1 would like to say to yo! Hollis emiled. “Fire away,” he @i- rected. The Judge leaned his elbows on the table and narrowed his eyes at Hollie, (To Be Continued) latter's ding at the YES, You ARE RIGHT THEY DO LEARN ALOT TB Y OBSERVATION