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    RED CLOUD. NEBRASKA. CHIEF
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The Light of
"ALFRED!"
SYNOPSIS.-ArrtvInK fit tlio lone
ly llttla rnllronil stntlon of 101 Cujon,
New Mexico, MhiIcIIiio Hammond,
Now York "octet v tilrl, finds no ouo
to meet her, Wlillo In tlio wultlnji
room, u drunken cowboy enters,
iinkn If rhi' In married, nnil dcimrtn,
lenvtnK hor torrlllod. Ho ruttinm
with a prle.it, who kocb through
ROmn uort of ceremony, nnd the
cowboy forces her to say "HI."
AakltiK hor nnmo nnd lenrnlnR her
Identity "the cowboy seems dazed.
In u shooting Hcrnpo outiilclo the
room n Mexican Is killed. Tho cow
toy lets a Klrl, Honltn, take tils
liorm and cHcapo, then condnctH
Madeline to Florence KliiKsley,
friend of hor brother.
CHAPTER II
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A Secret Kept
Ilcratiio of that HltiKulur reply Martc
llno found fnltli to jro fnrtlicr with
flip cowboy. Hut nt tJio nimncnt hIic
really 1lri not think uliout wlint ho
Intel Mild. Any atiHwer to her would
luivo served If It lintl heen kind.
As slie walked on Into tho windy
(InrknesH, much relieved that ho hntl
nnBwercd an ho had, rellcctlnj that ho
had ct to prove IiIh words tnie, she
lioRnn to prasi) the deeper slpnlflcanec
of theni. There was a revlvnl of prldo
that made her feel that she otiRlit to
neorn to think nt nil about mich a
man.
Presently Madeline's Rtildc turned
off tho walk nnd rnpped ut a door of
a low-roofed house.
"llnllo who's there?" a deep voice
answered.
"Gene Stewart," said the cowboy.
"Call Florence quick 1"
Thump of footsteps followed, n tnp
on it door, and voice. Madeline henrd
a woman exclaim: "Gene I here when
there's a dance. In town! Something
wrong out on tho range." A light
llnred up nnd shone bright through n
window. In another moment there!
came a patter of soft steps, and the
door opened to disclose a woman hold
ing a lamp.
"Gene! Al's not"
"Al Is all right," Interrupted the
cowboy.
Madeline had two sensations then
one of wonder at the note of nlartn
nnd love In tho woman's voice, and
the other of unutterable relief to be
safe with a friend of her brother's.
"It's Al's sister came on tonight's
train," the cowboy was saying. "I
happened to be at the station, nnd
I've fetched her m to you."
Madeline came forward out of the
shadow.
"Not not really Majesty Ham
mond!" exclaimed Florence Klngsley.
She nearly dropped the lamp, and she
looked, astounded beyond belief.
"Yes, I am really she," replied
Madeline. "My train was late and
for some renson Alfred did not meet
me. Mr. Mr. Stewart saw lit to bring
me to you Instead of taking me to a
hotel."
"Oli, I'm so glad to meet you," re
plied Florence, warmly. "Do come In.
I'm so surprised, I forget my manners.
Why, you are white as a sheet. You
must be tired. What a long wait you
had at the station! If I bad known
you were coming! Indeed, you are
very pale. Aro you 111?"
"No. Only I am very tired. Travel
ing so far by rail Is harder than I
Iniimined. I did have rather n long
wait after arriving at tho station, but
I can't say that It was lonely."
Florence Klngsley searched Made
line's face with keen eyes, and then
look a long, significant look at the
silent Stewart. With that she de
liberately and quietly closed u door
loading Into another room.
"Miss Hammond, what has hap
pened?" She had lowered her voice.
"I do not wish to recall all that has
happened," replied Madeline. "I shall
tell A 1 f i id, however, that I would
rather have met a hostile Apache than
a cowboy,"
"Please don't tell Al that!" cried
Florence. Then she grasped Stewart
and pulled him close to the light.
"Gene, you're drunk!"
"Now, see here, Flo, I only"
"I don't want to know. I'd tell It.
Gene, aren't you ever going to leant
decency? Aren't arou ever going to
stop drinking? You'll loso all your
friends. Molly and I have pleaded
with you, and now you've gone nnd
done God knows what!"
"What do women want to wear veils
for?" he growled. "I'd huve known
her but for that veil."
"And you wouldn't hnve Insulted
her. Hut you would the next girl who
came along. Gene, you nre hopeless.
Now, you get out of here and don't
ever come back."
"Flo!" he entreated,
"I mean It."
"I reckon then I'll come bnck to
morrow and take my medicine," he
replied.
"Don't you dare!" she cried.
Stewart went out and closed the
door.
"Miss Hammond, you you don't
know how this hurts me," said
Florence. "What you must think of
us! It's so unlucky that you should
have hnd this happen right ut llrst.
Now, maybe you won't have the heart
to stay. Ob, I've known more than
ono eastern girl to go homo without
ever learning what we really are out
here. Miss Hammond, Gene Stewart
Is a fiend when he's drunk. All the
sumo I know, whatever he did, he
meant no shame to you. Come now,
don't think about It again tonight."
She took up tho lnmp nnd led Made
line Into u lltUo room. "Won't you
A Romance
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Copyright by Harper and Brother
let mo help you undress can't I do
anything for you?"
"You are very kind, thnnk you, but
I can manage," replied Madeline.
"Well, then, good night. Tho sooner
I go the sooner you'll rest. Just for
get whiit happened and think bow line
a surprise you're to give your brother
tomorrow."
With that she slipped out and softly
shut the door.
As Madeline laid her watch on the
bureau she noticed tbnt the time was
past two o'clock. It seemed long since
sliu.had gotten off the train. When
she bad turned out the tamp and
crept wearily Into bed she know whnt
It was to be utterly spent. She was
too tired to move a linger.
When she uwakened the room was
bright with sunlight. She was lazily
and dreamily contemplating the mud
walls of this tittle room when she
remembered where she wus and how
she had come there.
How great n shock she had been
subjected to was manifest In n sen
sation of disgust that overwhelmed
"Gene, Aren't You Ever Going to
Learn Decency?"
her. Sho even shut her eyes to try
nnd blot out tho recollection. She felt
that sho had been contaminated.
Presently Madeline Hammond ngaln
nwoko to tho fact she hud learned
the preceding night that there wero
emotions to which she bad horetoforo
been n stranger. Sho scurcely remem
bered when she hnd found It neces
sary to control her emotions. There
had been no trouble, no excitement,
no unpleasantness In her life. It had
heen ordered for her tranquil, luxu
rious, brilliant, varied, yet always tho
same,
Then Madeline heard Florence rnp
on the door and cnll softly:
"Mis Hammond. Are you nwnke?"
"Awake and dressed, Miss Kings
ley." Presently there were slow, reluctant
steps outside tho front door, then n
pause, and the door opened. Stewart
stood bareheaded In tlio sunlight. Mad
eline's glance rnn over him swift
as lightning. Hut as she saw his face
now she did not recognize it. The
man's presence roused In her n revolt.
Yet something In her, the Incompre
hensible side of her nature, thrilled In
the look of this splendid dark-faced
barbarian.
"Mr. Stewart, will you please come
In?" she asked, after that long pause.
"I reckon not," he said. The hope
lessness of his tone meant that lie
knew he was not fit to enter a room
with her, and did not care or cared
too much.
Madeline went to the door. The
man's face was bard, yet It wns sad,
too. And it touched her.
"I shall not tell my brother of your
your rudeness to me," she began.
It was Impossible for her to keep the
chill out of her voice, to speak with
other than the pride and aloofness of
her class. Nevertheless, despite her
loathing, when she bad spoken so far
It seemed Unit kindness and pity fol
lowed Involuntarily. "I choose to
overlook what you d!d becauso you
were not wholly accountable, and be
cause there must he no trouble be
tween Alfred nnd you. May I rely on
you to keep silence and to seal the
lips of that priest? You will spare
urn further distress, will you not,
plense?"
His hoarse reply was Incoherent, but
she needed only to see his working
face to know his remorse and grati
tude. Madeline went back to her room;
and presently Florence came for her,
and directly they were sitting at break
fast. Madeline Hammond's Impres
sion of her brother's friend bud to bo
reconstructed In tho morning light,
She felt a wholesome, frank, sweet
nature. She liked the slow southern
drawl. And she was puzzled to know
whether Florenco Klngsley was pretty
or striking or unusual. She had a
youthful glow and tlush, the clear tan
of outdoors, a face that lacked the
soft curves and lines of eastern
women, nnd her eyes wero light gray,
like crystal, steady, almost piercing,
and her hair wus u beautiful bright
waving masj.
Western Stars
A sharp knock on tho parlor door
Interrupted conversation. Florpnce's
sister went to open It. She returned
presently and said:
"It's Gene. He's heen dawdlln' out
there on the front porch, nnd ho
knocked to let us know Miss Ham
mond's brother is comln'."
Florence hurried Into the parlor,
followed by Madeline. Tho door stood
open, and disclosed Stewnrt sitting on
the porch steps. From down the road
camo a clatter of hoofs. Madeline
looked out over Florence's shoulder
nnd saw u cloud of dust approaching
and In It she distinguished outlines
of horses and riders. A warmth spread
over her, a little tingle of gladness,
and the feeling recalled her girlish
love for her brother. Whnt would
he bo like after long years?
Looking Out, Madeline saw n bunch
of dusty, wiry horses pawing the
gravel nnd tossing lenn heads. Her
swift glance ran over the lithe horse
men, trying to pick out the one who
wns her brother. But she could not.
Her glnnce, however, caught the sntne
rough dress and hard aspect that char
acterized tho cowboy Stewart. Then
one rider threw his reins, leaped
from tho saddle, nnd came bounding
up tho porch steps. Florence met him
at the door.
"Hello, Flo. Where Is she?" ho
cnlled, eagerly. With that he looked
over her shoulder to espy Madeline.
Ho nctunlly Jumped at hor. Sho
hardly knew the tall form and the
bronzed face, but the warm flash of
blue eyes was familiar. As for him,
ho hnd no doubt of his sister, It ap
peared, for with broken welcome ho
threw bis nrms around hor, then held
her off nnd looked senrchlngly at her.
"Well, sister," ho began, when
Florence turned hurriedly from the
door nnd Interrupted him.
"Al, I think you'd better stop the
wrangling out there."
He stared at her, appeared suddenly
to hear tho loud voices from the
street, nnd then, releasing Madeline,
he said:
"Hy George! I forgot, Flo. There
Is a little business to see to. Keep my
sister in here, please, nnd don't lie
fussed up, now."
He went out on the porch nnd cnlled
to his men:
"Shut off your wind, Jack! And
you, too, Hlnzo! I didn't want you
fellows to come here. Rut ns you
would come, you've got to shut up.
Tills Is my business."
Whereupon he turned to "Stewnrt,
who wns sitting on the fence.
"Hello, Stewart!" he snld.
It was a greeting; but there wns
tbnt In the voice which alarmed
Madeline.
Stewnrt leisurely got up and lei
surely ndvnnced to the porch.
"Hello. Hammond!" he drawled.
"Drunk ngaln last night?"
"Well, If you want to know, nnd If
It's any of your mix, yes, I wus
pretty drunk," replied Stewnrt.
It was a kind of cool speech tbnt
showed the cowboy In control of him
self and master of the situation not
an easy speech to follow tip with un
due Inqulsltlveness. There wns a
short silence.
"D It, Stewnrt," snld tho speaker,
presently, "hero's tho situntlon: It's
nil over town thnt you met my sister
last night nt tho stntlon nnd and
Insulted her. Gene, you've heen on the
wrong trnll for some time, drinking
nnd all that. You're going to the bad.
Hut Hill thinks, nnd I think, you're
still n man. We never knew you to
lie. Now whnt have you to sny for
yourself?"
"Nobody Is Insinuating that I am a
liar?" drawled Stewart.
"No."
"Well, I'm glad to hear thnt. You
see, Al, I was pretty drunk lust night,
but not drunk enough to forget the
least thing I did. I found Miss Ham
mnnd waiting nlone nt the stntlon.
She wore a veil, but I knew she wns
a lady, of course. I Imagine, now that
I think of It, thnt Miss Hammond
found my gallantry rather startling,
and"
At this point Mndellne, nnswerlng to
unconsidered Impulse, eluded Florence
nnd walked out upon tho porch.
"Gentlemen," snld Mndellne, rather
'breathlessly; and It did not add to
her calmness to feel a hot flush In her
checks, "I am very new to western
ways, but I think you are laboring
under n mistake, which, In Justice to
Mr. Stewnrt. I want to correct. In
deed, he was rather rather abrupt
and strange when he camo up to me
last night; but ns I understand him
now, I can attribute that to his gal
lantry. He was somewhat wild anil
sudden and sentimental In Ills de
mand to protect nit anil It was not
clear whether ho meant his protection
for last night or forever; hut I am
happy to say lie offered me no word
that was not honorable. And he saw
me safely here to Mis KIngsley's
home."
CHAPTER III
Sister and Brother.
Then Madeline returned to the little
parlor with tlio brother whom she had
hardly recognized.
"Majesty!" he exclaimed. "To think
of your being here!"
The warmth stole back along her
veins. Sho remembered how that pet
name had sounded from the lbs of
tills brother who had given It to her.
"Alfred!"
"Dear old girl," be said, "you
haven't chnnged ut nil, except to grow
lovelier. Only you're n woman now,
and you've fulllllel the name I gave
you. G d! how sight of you brings
back homo ! It seems n hundred years
since I left. I missed you more than
all the rest."
Madeline seemed to feel with his ev
ery word that she wus remembering
him. Sho was so amazed at tho change
In him that she could not believe her
eyes. She saw a bronzed, strong
Jawed, eagle-eyed man, stnlwurt, su
perb of height, and, like the cowboys,
belted, booted, spurred. She had bid
den good-by to a disgraced, disin
herited, dissolute boy. Well she re
membered tho handsome pale face
with Its weakness nnd shadows and
careless smile, with tho ever-present
cigarette hanging between the lips.
Tlio years had passed, and now she
saw him n man tlio West had made
him n man. And Madeline Hammond
felt a strong, pnsslonate gladness and
gratefulness, und a direct check to her
sudden Inspired hatred of the West.
"Majesty, It was good of you to
come. I'm nil broken up. How did
you ever do It? Hut never mind thnt
now. Tell mo about that brother of
mine."
And Madeline told him, and then
nbout Uielr sister Helen. Question
after question lie fired at her; and she
told him of her mother; of Aunt Grnce,
who hnd died u year ago; of his old
friends, mnnied. scattered, vanished.
Hut sho did not tell him of his father,
for he did not nsk.
Quite suddenly tho rnpld-flro ques
tioning ceased : lie choked, was silent
n moment, nnd then burst Into tears.
It seemed to her that n long, stored
up bitterness was flooding away. It
hurt her to see him hurt her more to
henr him. And In the succeeding few
moments she grew closer to him than
she hail ever been In the past. Had
her futher and mother done right by
him? Her pulse stirred with unwonted
quickness. She did not speak, but she
kissed him, which, for her, wns an
Indication of unusual feeling. And
when he recovered command over his
emotions he made no reference to his
breakdown, nor did she. Hut that
scene struck deep Into Madeline nam
inond's heart. Through It she saw
what he had lost nnd gained.
"Alfred, why did you not answer
my last letters?" usked Mndellne. "I
had not heard from you for two years."
"So long? How time flies! Well,
things went bad with me about tho
last time I heard from you. I always
intended to write some day, but I
never did. You remember all about
my little ranch, and that for u while
I did well rnlslnj stock? I wrote you
all that. Majesty, a man makes ene
mies anywhere. Perhaps an enstorn
man In the West can make, If not so
many, certainly more bitter ones. At
any rate, I made several. There wus
a cattleman, Wnrd by name he's gone
now and he and I had trouble over
cattle. That guve me u back-set. Pat
Hnwe, tho sheriff here, has been In
strumental In hurting my business.
He's not so much of a rancher, but he
has Influence at Snntn Fe and El Paso
and Douglas. I made an enemy of
him. I never did nnythlng to him.
Tho real reason for his animosity
toward mo Is thnt he loves Florence,
and Florence Is going to marry me."
"Alfred !"
"What's the mntter, Majesty? Didn't
Florence Impress you favorably?" he
asked, with a keen glnnce.
"Why yes, Indeed. I like her. Hut
I did not think of her in relation to
l
"Dear Old Girl," He Said.
you that way. I nm greatly surprised.
Alfred, is sho well born? What con
nections?" "Florence Is Just a girl of ordlnnry
people. She was born in Kentucky,
was brought up In Texas. My arlMo
cratlu and wealthy family would
scorn "
"Alfred, you aro still n Hnmmond,"
said Madeline, with uplifted head.
Alfred laughed. "We won't quar
rel, Majesty. I remember you, and In
spite of your prldo you've got a heart.
If you stay here n month you'll love
Florenco Klngsley. I want you to
know she's hnd u great deal to do with
straightening io up. . . . Well, to
go on with my story. There's Don
Carlos, u Mexican rnncher, and he's
my worst euetuy. Don Curios Is a
wily Greaser, he knows tb ranges,
bo hns the wntor, n.ld he Is dishonest
So ho outllgured me. And now I am
practically ruined. Ho has not gotttu
possession of my ranch, but that's only
a matter of time, pending lawsuits
at Sunta Fe. At present I have a
few hundred cuttle running on Still
wella range, nnd I am his foreman."
"Foreman?" queried Madeline.
"I am simply boss of Stlllwell's cow
boys, and right glud of my Job."
Madeline wns conscious of nn In
wurd burning. It required an effort
for her to retain her outward tranquil
ity.
"Cannot your property be ro
claimed?" she usked. "How much do
you owe?"
"Ten thousand dollars would clear
me and give mo another start. Hut,
Majesty, In this country Hint's a good
deal of money, nnd I hnven't been able
to raise It. Stlllwell's In worse shape
than I urn."
Madeline went over to Alfred nnd
put her bunds on lil fthouldcrs.
"We must not bo In debt."
He stnred nt her ns If her words had
recalled something long forgotten.
Then ho smiled.
"How Imperious you are! I'd for
gotten Just who my beautiful slater
really Is. Majesty, you're not going
to nsk mo to tnke money from you?"
"I am."
"Well, I'll not do It. I never did,
even when I was In college, und then
there wasn't much beyond me."
"Listen, Alfred," she went on, ear
nestly, "this Is entirely different. I
hud only un allowance then. You hnd
no way to know thnt since I last
wrote you I had come Into my Inhcrl
tunco from Aunt Grace. It was
well, that doesn't matter. Only, I
haven't been nbio to spend half tho
Income. It's mine. It's not father's
money. You will make me very happy
If you'll consent. What is ten thou
sund dollurs to me? Sometimes I
spend thnt In u month. I throw money
away. If you let me help you it will
be doing me good as well as you.
Plense, Alfred."
"You ulwuys were the best of fel
lows, Majesty. And If you really care
If you really want to help me I'll
bo only too glad to accept. It will bo
tine. Florence will go wild. And Unit
Greaser won't harass me any more.
Majesty, pretty soon some titled fellow
will he spending your money; I may
as well tnke u little before ho gets It
all," he Hnlshed, Jokingly.
"What do you know about me?" she
nsked, lightly.
"More than you think. Even if we
nre lost out here In the woolly West
we get news. Everybody knows about
Anglesbury. And Hint Dago duke who
chased you all over Europe, that Lord
Castleton has the running now and
seems nbout to wiu. How nbout It,
Majesty?"
Madeline detected a hint thnt sug
gested scorn In his gay speech. And
deep In his searching glance she saw
a flame. Sho becume thoughtful. She
hnd forgotten Castleton, New York,
society.
"Alfred," she began, seriously, "I
don't believe any titled gentlemnn will
ever spend my money, as you elegantly
express It."
"I don't care for that. It's you!"
ho cried, passionately, nnd he grasped
her with a violence that startled her.
He was white; bis eyes were now like
tire. "You are so splendid so won
derful. People called you the Ameri
can Heauty, but you're more than that.
You're the American Girl! Majesty,
marry no man unless you love him, nnd
love an American. Stay away from
Europe long enough to lenrn to know
the men the real men of your qwii
country."
"Alfred, I'm afraid there are not al
ways real men and renl love for Amer
ican girls In International marriages.
Alfred, tell mo how you camo to know
nbout me, 'wny out hero? You may
be assured I was astonished to And
that Miss Klngsley knew mo ns Maj
esty Hnmmond."
"I Imagine It wns a surprise," he
replied, with u laugh. "I told Flor
ence uliout you gave her a picture of
you. And, of course, being a woman,
she showed the picture and talked.
She's In love with you. Then, my
dear sister, wo do get New York pa
pers out here occasionally, and we can
see nnd read. You mny not he aware
that you and your society friend nre
objects of Intense Interest in the U.
S. In general, and the West In partic
ular. The papers are full of you, and
perhaps a lot of things you never did.
Majesty, I must run down to tho sid
ing," consulting his watch. "We're
lending u shipment of cattle. I'll be
back by supper time nnd bring Still
well with me. You'll like him."
Madeline went to her room. Intend
ing to rest nwiille, nnd she fell nsleep.
She wns aroused' by Florence's knock
nnd cull.
"Miss Hammond, your brother hns
come bnck with Stlllwell."
Madeline ncconipunied Florence to
the porch. Her brother, who was sit
ting near tho door, Jumped tip nnd
said :
"IIoilo, Majesty!" And ns ho put
his nrm around her ho turned toward a
massive man whoso broad, craggy fnco
began to ripple and wrinkle. "I want
to Introduce my friend Stlllwell to you.
Hill, this Is my sister, tho sister I've
so often told you nbout Majesty,"
"An Gene Stewart hed hit
the trail for the border."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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