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THE NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE Copyright by WuUiara MacLeod CHAPTER XIII Continued "Slim Jim reached for the door hastily. A strong, sinewy hand fell on Ills arm und tightened, slightly twisting the llesh as the fingers sunk deeper. Collins let out u yell. "Gawd I Don't do that. You're klllln' me." "Beg yoro pardon. An nvcldent. If I get annoyed I'm liable to hurt with out incnnln' to," apologized Clay, suavely. "I'll come right down to brass tacks, Mr, Collins. You're through with Annie Mllllkan. Understand?" , "Say, wot fell's this stuff you'ro pip In'? Who d' you t'Ink yousc aro?" "Never you mind who I am. Youll keep away from Annie from now on absolutely. If you bother her If any thing happens to her well, you go and tako a good long look at Durand before you make any mistakes." "You touch mo an' I'll croak you. Seel" hissed Collins. "A gun-play?" asked Clay pleasant ly. "Bay, thcro's a shootln'-gallcry round the corner. Come along. I wantta show you somethln'." "Aw, go to h 11" The Blneivy Land moved again to ward the aching muscles of the gun man. Collins changed his mind hur riedly. "All right. I'll come," he growled. Clay tossed u dollar down on the counter, took n .22 and aimed at the row of ducks Hailing across the gal lory pool. 'Each duck went down as It appeared. Ho picked up a second rifle and knocked over seven or eight mlco as tht-y scampered ncrosH the target screen. With a third gun he snuffed the flaming cyu from the right to the left side of the face that grinned at him, then with another shot sent It buck again. He smashed u few clay pipes by way of variety. To finish off with, he scored six center shots In a target and rang a bell each time. Not one single bullet had fulled to roach Its mark. The New York gunman had never scon audi speed and accuracy. Ho was Impressed In spite of the Insolent sneer that still curled his lip. "Got a six-shooter a fohty-flvo?" asked Clay of the owner of tho gal lery. "No." "Sorry, I'm not much with a rlflo, but I'm a good average Bhot with a six-gun. I klndu tako to It natural." They turned and walked back to the cab. Collins fell Into tho Bowery strut. "Tryln' to throw a scare Into mo," he nrgued -feebly. "Me? OJi, no. You mentioned soft music and the preucher. Mebbeso. But It's liable to be for you If you monkey with tho buzz-saw. I'm no gun sharp, but no man who can't empty a revolver In a shade better than two seconds and put every bullet lnsldo the rim of a cup at fifteen yards wants to throw lead at me. You seo, I hang up my hut In Arizona. I grew up with n six-gun by my side." "I should worry. This Is little old New York, not Arizona," tho gaugmnn answered. "That's what yore boss Durand thought. What has It brought him but trouble? Lcmme give you some thing to chew on, Now York's the big gest city of the, biggest, freest country on God's green footstool. You Httlo sewer rats pull wires and think you run It. Got wise, yon poor locoed gink. You run it about as much as thnt fly on the wbeel of yoro taxi drives the engine. Durund's tho whole works by his way of It, but when some one culls his bluff seo where be gets off." "He oln't through with you yet," growled "Slim" Jim, sulkily. "Mebbo not, but you you'ro through with Annie." Cluy caught him by tho shoulder and swung htm round. Ills eyes bored chilly Into the othor man. "Don't you forget to remember not to forget that. Let her alone. Don't go near her or play nny tricks to hurt her. Lay off for good. If you don't well, you'll pay lieuvy. I'll bo on tho Job personal to collect." Clay swung awuy and strode down the street, llght-bcclcd and Utho, the sap of vital youth In ovory rippling muscle. "Slim" Jim watched him, snarling hatred. If ever ho got a good chnnco at htm It would bo curtains for tho guy from Arizona, ho swore savagely. CHAPTER XIV Johnnie Says He It Much Obliged. Beatrice, just back froui riding with Bromflcld, stood on tho steps In front of tho grilled door and stripped tho gloves from bcr bands. "lUn on flro with Impatience, Bee," ho told her. VI can hardly wait for that three weeks to pass, Tho flays drag AVli.cn I'm not with you." Ho wins "standing a step or two be low hert a graceful wcll-groomcd fl- 1 1 11 bund by lUitfmMacIeodRaine Ha Illustrations by IrwiN -Myeiv W Rtuna Tire of case, nn ul together desirable catch In the tnatrltnonlnl market. Ills dark hair, parted In the middle, was beginning to thin, nud tiny crow's feet radiated from the eyes, but he re tained the light, slim figure of youth. It ought not to be hard to love Claren don Bromflcld, his fiancee reflected. Yet he disappointingly fulled to stir her pulses. She smiled with friendly derision. "Poor Cloryl You don't look llko a Vesuvius ready to erupt. You hate such remarkable self-control." Ills smile met hers. "I can't go up and down the street ringing a bell llko n town crier and shouting It out to everybody I meet." Round the corner of the house voice was lifted In tuneless song. Oh, I'm KOln' home Uull-wlmckln' for to upurn; I ain't KOt a nickel, And I don't give a dern. "Da when I meet n pretty girl. You bet I will or try, I'll make her my little wife, Root hog or dlo. "You oco Johnnlo Isn't ashamed to shout out his good Intentions," she said. "Johnnie Isn't engaged to the love liest creature under heaven. ne doesn't have to He awake nights for fear tho skies will fall and blot him out beforo his day of bliss." Beatrice dropped a little curtsy. She held out her hand In dismissal. "Till tomorrow, Clary." As Bromflcld turned away, Johnnie came round a corner of the house, dragging n garden hose. He was at tacking another stanza of the song: There's hard times on old Hitter Creek That never can be beat. It was root hop or dlo Under every waRon sheet We cleared up all the Indians, Drank . . . The puncher stopped abruptly at sight of bis mistress. "What did you drink thnt has made It Ought Not to Be Hard to Love Clarendon Bromfleld, His Fiancee Reflected. Yet He Disappointingly Failed to Stir Her Pulies. you so happy this morning, Johnnie?" sho asked lightly. Tho cowpuncher's secret burst from him. "I done got married, Miss Bea trice." "You what?" "I up and got married duy beforo yesterday," ho beamed. "And who's tho happy girl?" "Kitty Mason. We Jos' walked to tho church round tho corner. Clay, ho itood up with us and give tho bride away. It's me 'n' her for Arlzonn poco pronto." Beatrice felt a queer Joyous lift In Blde'her ub of somo weight that had gone. In u single brenth Johnnie had blown uway tho mists of misunder standing that for weeks had clouded her vision. Her heart went out to Clay with a rush of wurm emotion. Tho friend she had distrusted was nil sho had ever believed him. He was more a man too stanch to desert un der pressure any ono who had oven n slight claim on him. "I want to meet bcr. Will you bring her to seo me this afternoon, John nlo?" sho asked. Ills faco was one glad grin. "I suro will. Y'botcha, by Jollies." no did. To Beatrice, busy writing a letter, camo Jenkins some hours later. "A young person to seo you, Miss Whltford." He said It with a manner so apologetic that It stressod his opin ion of tho social status of tho yUI tor. "What kind of a person?" "A young woman, Miss. From tho country, I tyke It." "She didn't give you a card?" "No, Miss. She came with the per- j son Mr. Whltford took on to clp with the work houtslde." "Oh I Show them both up. And have ton sent In, Jeriklns." Kitty's shy eyes lifted apprehensive ly to those of this slim young patri cian so benutlfully and simply gowned. Instantly her fears fled. Beatrice moved swiftly to her with both hands outstretched. "I'm so glad to meet you." She kissed the young wife with un accustomed tenderness. For the Col- modesty that was disarming, an np- J peal of helplessness Beatrice could not resist. Kitty, In the arms of her bostess, wept a few tears. She had been un der a strain In anticipating the or deal of meeting Johnnie's mistress, and sho had discovered her to he a very sweet, warm-hearted girl. As for Johnnie, he had a miserably happy half-hour. Ho had brought his hat In with him and he did not know how to dispose of It. What ho did do was to keep It revolving in his hands. This had to bo abandoned when Miss Whltford handed him a quite unnecessary cup of tea and a superfluous pinto of toasted English muffins. He wlsned his hands had not been so big and red and freckled. Also ao had an uncomfortable suspi cion that bis tow hair was tousled and uncombed in spite of his attempts at home to plaster It down. He declined sugar and cream be cause for some reason It seemed easi er to say "No'ra" than "Yes," though ho always took both with tea. And he disgraced himself by scalding his tongue and falling to suppress the Jain, Finally the plate, with his muf n, carefully balanced on his knee, from some devilish caprice plunged oyer the precipice to the carpet and tho bit of china broke. Whereupon Kitty gently reproved him, us was her wifely duty. "I ain't no society fellow," tho dis tressed puncher explained to his host- . xi i. . 1 1 i I j eaa, liny ueuus oi perspirnuou on (lis forehead. Beatrice had already guessed as much, but she did not ndmlt It to Johnnie. She and Kitty smiled at each other In thnt common superiority which their sex gives them to any mere man upon such an occasion. For Mrs. John Green, though afternoon tea was to her an alien custom, took to It as a duck to wuter. Miss Whltford handed Johnnie an envelope. "Would It be too much trou ble for you to take a letter to Mr. Lindsay?" she asked very cnsually as they rose to go. The bridegroom said he was much obliged and ho would be plumb tickled to take n message to Clay. When Clay read the note his blood glowed. It was a characteristic two line apology: I've been a horrid little, prljr, Clay (so the letter ran). Won't you come over tomorrow and go riding with me? BEATRICE. Colin Whltford had been telling Clay the story of how a young cow puncher had snatched Beatrice from under tho hoofs of a charging steer. Ills daughter und tho Arlzonan lis tened without comment. "I've ulways thought I'd like to ex plain to that young mnn I didn't mean to Insult him by offering money for saving Bee. But you see he didn't give mo any chance. I never did learn his name," concluded the mining man. "And of course we'd like him to know that we appreciate what he did for nn." Bentrlce added. She looked at Clay, and a pulse bent In her soft throat. "I reckon he knows that," Lindsay suggested. "You must 'a', thought him mighty rudo for to break away llko you say he did." "We couldn't understand It till after ward. Mr. Bromfleld had slipped him a flfty-dollar bill und naturally he re sented It." Miss Whltford's face bub bled with reminiscent mirth. She looked a question at Clay. "What do you suppose that Impudent young scal awag did with the fifty?" "Got drunk on It most likely." "He fed It to his horse. Clary was furious." "He would bo," said tho cattleman dryly, In spite of the best Intentions to be generous to his successful rival. "But I reckon I know why yoro grand stand friend In chaps pulled such a play. In Arizona you can't square such things with money. So far as I can make out tho puncher didn't do anything to wrlto homo about, but he didn't want pay for It anyhow." "Of course, Bromflcld doesn't un derstand tho West," said Whltford. "I wouldn't like that young puncher half so well If he'd taken tho money." "Ho didn't need to spoil n perfectly good fifty-dollar bill, though," admitted Clay. "Yes, ho did," denied Beatrice. "That was his protest against Claren don's mlsjudgment of him. I'vo always thought it perfectly splendid In its Insolence. Somo day I'm gotng to tell hlra so." "It happened In your corner of Ar izona, Lindsay. If you ever find out who the chap was I wish you'd let ns know," Whltford said. "I'll remember." "If you young people nro going rid ing" We'd better get started. Quito right, Dad. We're off. Clarendon will probably call up. Tell him I'll bo In about four-thirty." She pinched her father's ear, kissed him on ono ruddy cheek, then on the other, and Joined Clay at tho door. They were friends again, had been for almost half an hour, even though Uiex had. no i'ejbeen alone together, but their friendship was to hold reser vations now. The shadow of Clarendon Bromflcld rode between them. They were a little stiff with each other, not so casual as they had been. A con sciousness of sex had obtruded Into the old boyish camaraderie. After a brisk canter they drew their horses together for n walk. Beatrice broke the Ice of their com monplaces. She looked directly at him, her cheeks Hushing. "I don't know how you're going to forgive me, Clay. I've been nwf'ly small and prig gish. I hate to think I'm ungenerous, but that's Just what I've been." "Let's forget It," he said gently. "No, I don't want to forget not till I've told you how humble I feel today. I might have trusted you. Why 'didn't I? It would have been ensy for me to have taken your little friend In and made things right for her. Thnt's what I ought to have done. But, In stead of that Oh, I hate myself for the way I acted." Her troubled smile, grave and sweet, touched him closely. It wns In his horoscope that the spell of this young Diana must be upon him. He put his hnnd on hers as it rested on the pommel of the saddle and gave It a slight pressure. "You're a good scout, ll'l' pardner." But It was Beatrice's way to step up to punishment and take what was coming. As a little girl, while still al most a baby, she had once walked up to her mother, eyes flashing with spir it, and pronounced Judgment on her self. "I've turn to be spanked. I broke Claire's doll nn' I'm glad of It, mean old flng. So there I" Now she wns not going to let the subject drop until she had freed her soul. rawsL. "No, Clay, I've been a poor sports man. When my friend needed me 1 failed him. It hurts .me, because oh, you knov. When the test came I wasn't thijfe. One hates to be n quit ter." Her humility distressed him, though he loved the spirit of her. apology. "It's nil right, Bee. Don't yon wor rj , All friends misunderstand crth other, tut tho rpnl onps c'""" thfjr up. She hud not yet told him the whole trutb und she meant to make clean confession. "I've been a miserable little fool." She stopped with u little cutch of the breath, flamed red, and plunged on. Her level eyes never flinched from his. "I've got to out with It, Cluy. You won't misunderstand, I know. I wns Jealous. I wanted to keep your friend ship to myself didn't want to share It with another girl. Thnt's how mean I am." A warm smile lit his face. "I've sure enough found my friend again this mo'nln." Her smile met his. Then, lest bar riers full too fast between them, she put her horse to n gallop. As they moved Into the purk a snort ing automobile lonped past them with Her Troubled 8mlle, Grave and Sweet, Touched Him Closely. mulllcr open. The horse upon which Beatrice rode was a young one. It gave Instant signals of alarm, went sunflshlng on Its hind legs, came down to all fours, and bolted. Bentrlco kept her head. She put her weight on Jhe reins with all tho grip of her small, strong hands. But tho horso had tho bit In Its teeth. Sho felt herself helpless, llylug wildly down the road at incredible speed. Bushes and trees, tho reeling road, a limousine, a mounted p'ollcemun, all flow by her with blurred detail. She became aware of the rapid thud of hoofs behind, of a figure beside her riding knee to knee, of a brown hand taking hold of the rein close to tho bit. The speed slackened. The horses pounded to u hult. The girl found herself trembling. Sho leaned back in a haze of dizziness against an arm which circled her shoulder and wnlst. Memory leaped across the years to that other, tlmo when she had rested In his arms, his heart beating against hers. In that moment of deep understanding of her self, Beatrice know tho truth beyond any doubt, A new heaven and a new earth wcro waiting for her, but sho could not enter them. For she herself had closed the gato and locked It fast. His low volco soothed and comforted her. "I'm all right," sho told him. Clay withdrew his arm. "I'd report that follow If I had his number," he said. "You stick to yore saddle line. You're one jalj-ujwlder." TO BE CONTINUED NOTICE OF HEARING In tho County Court of Lincoln Coun ty, Nebraska. In tho matter of tho Estate of Rose M. Knox, Deceased. To tho Heirs and all persons Interest ed In said Estate: Notlco Is hereby given that a pet ition for tho appointment of Vivien M. Bonham ns administratrix of the es tato of Roso M. Knox, deceased, has boon filed In this Court and that tho said petition will bo heard beforo tho County Court of Lincoln County, Nebraska In tho Courthouso In tho City of North Platto In said County on Soptembor 11 at 10 o'clock n, m. at which tlmo any person Interested, may appear and show causo, If any there bo, why tho prayer or said pet ition should not be granted. , Dated at North Platto, Nebraska, August 1G, 1922. WM. H. C. WOODHURST, (SEAL) County Judgo EXTENSION ROAD NO. 107. To whom it may concern: Tho special commissioners appoint ed to locate a public road as follows: Commencing at a point on tho section lino botweon sections 9 and 16, where Public Road oN. 11 intersects said Bectlon line, running thence west on the section lino between sections 9 and 1G and 8 and 17 to tho inter section with Road No. 77 all In town ship 14 range 30, said road to bo G6 feot wide, has reported in favor of tho establishment of tho same, all objections thereto, or claims for dam ages by reason of tho establishment of tho abovo described road must bo filed in tho office .of tfie County Clerk of Lincoln county Nebraska, on or before 12 o'clock noon of the 9th day of October, 1922 or said Road will bo 1 11 awed without referonco thereto. Witness my hand and official seal this 27th day of July, 1922. A. S. ALLEN (SEAL) County Clerk Beoler Crosby & Basklns, attys NOTICE OF FINAL REPORT Estate No. 18G8 of Jano James, de ceased in tho County Court of Lincoln County Nebraska. The State of Nebraska, to all per sons interested In said Estate, tako notlco that tho Administrator with tho will annexed has flloa" a final ac tount and report of his adminlstra tlon and a petition for final sottlo mont and dlschargo as such Admin istrator with tho will annexed which have been set for hearing boforo said court on September 1, 1922, at 10 o'clock a. in. when you may appear and contost tho same. Dated August 7, 1922. WM. H. C. WOODHURST, County Judge. "William Stuart, attorney NOTICE OF FINAL REPORT Estate of Alfred Peterson, deceased In tho County Court of Lincoln Coun ty, Nebraska. The State of Nebraska, to all per sons interested in said Estate tako notlco that the Administrator has filed a final account and report of his administration and a potltion for final sottlemont nnd dlschargo as such Administrator, which have been sot for hearing boforo said court on Aug. 29, 1922, at 10 o'clock a. m. when you may appear and contost the same. Dater Aug. 7, 1922. WM. H. C. WOODHURST, County Judgo. Halllgan, Beatty & Halllgan. Attys. NOTICE OF PETITION Estato No. 1902 of Marta Kooster, de ceased in tho County Court of Lin coln County, Nebraska. Tho Stato of Nebraska. To all per sons interested in said Estato tako notice that a potltion has been mod for tho probate of tho last will and tostamcnt of said deceased and for tho appointment of Herman C. Kooster ns administrator twlth will annexed of said ostato, which has been sot for hearing herein on Soptombcr 1, 1922 at 10 o'clock a. m. Dnted August 4, 1922. Wm. H. C. Woodhurst (SEAL) County Judgo When in Omaha STOP WITH US Hotel Conant Hotel Sanford Hotel Henshaw Our reputation of 20 years fair dealing is back of these hotels. Guests may stop at any ono of them with the ns. euranco of receiving honest value and courteous treatment. CONANT HOTEL COMPANY When in North Platte COME AND SEE US Hotel Palace Palace Cafe PalaceBazaar Everything first class onJ prices reasonable. Opposite Union Pacific Station. DR. E. C LYNCH Eye Enr -Nose and Throat Glasses fitted accurately (her Dixon's Store- NORTH PLATTE J. S. TWINEM. H. D. (Homeopath) MedicJno and Surgery Hospital Facilities NORTH PLATTE, NEBR. Office Phono 183 Rcsldonco 283 IV. T. FRITCIIARD Graduate Veterinarian ' ! Ex-Government Veterinarian and ex asslstant doputy State Veterinarian. Hospital 315 South Vino Street Phones. Hospital 633 Residence 633 DR. REDFIELD Physician, Obstetrician, Surgeon X-Ray Calls promptly answered Night or Day Phones. Offico 642 Residence 676 JOHN S. SIMMS, M. D. Special Attention Given to Snrgery McDonald Bank Building Office Phono 83 Residence 38 DR. J. It. McKIRAHAN Practice Limited to Disease of Women and Surgery Over Rexall Drug Store Phones: Offico 127 Resldenco G5G Office 340 Houso 723J DR. W. I. SHAFFER Osteopath Physician Over the Oasis North Platte WM. WALDORF Tinner Makes or Repairs anything made of Tin or Sheet Metal. 510 Locust Undor General Hospital ED KIERIG Auctioneer For dates and terms call at First National Bank North Platte, Neb. DR. HAROLD FENNER Osteopath Over HirBchfeld's Office Phone 333 Res. Phono 1020 DR. M. B. STATES Chiropractor Rooms 6. 6, 7 Building & Loan Bldg. Office Phono 70 Res. Phone 1242 Offico Phono 241 Res. Phone 217 L. C. DROST Osteopathic Physician North Platte, Nebraska. Knights of Columbus Building. OTIS R. PLATT, M. D. Physician and Surgeon i X-Ilay DiagnoBS and Treament Ovor Union Stato Bank Offico Phono 296W Houso Phono 2D6R GEO. B. DENT Physician and Surgeon Special Attontlon Given to Surgery and Obstetrics Offico: Building & Loan Building Phones: Offico 130 Residence 115 DR. L. A. SNAVELY Dentist X-Ray Diagnosis Oxygon nnd Gas Anesthesia for Extractions. Over Union State Bank Phono 296. DERRYBERRY & FORBES Licensed Embalmers Undertakers nnd Fnncral Directors Day Phone 41 Night Phono Black 548
