1
RED OLOUD. NEBRASKA, OHIEF
ii
The Light of
XOestern Stars
"I MET A LADY"
SYNOPSIS. Arriving nt the lone
y Utile tiillroml station of Kl Cnjon,
Now Mexico. Mnilclliic Hammond,
Now York rocloty Klrl, Hnils no nno
in inrt't her. While. In tlie uniting
room, a ilninlmn cowlmy entiT.
iihUh If she Is miirrlcil, find ilenrtn,
I paving her terrlllul. Mo rotorim
with ii priest, who koch through
mime urt of ceremony, nnd the
row hoy forcc-H Jicr to ny "SI."
Anting her nntiie nnd livirnlim her
Identity tlio cowboy mi-iiih dazed.
In u nhootltiK rcrupt) outmdn the
room a Mexican Ih killed. The row
lioy letM n Klrl, Hntiltn, take hln
horto and escape, then conducts
Madeline to llorenco KltiKHloy,
friend nf her hi other, norenco
veh "inert her, leanm her Mory, and
(llnmlHSi'H tho cowlmy. Ocno Stew
nrt. Next day Alfrecl Hammond,
Madeline's brother, tnkes Stewart
to tank. Madeliiui uxonerotcN him
of iinv uionK Intent. Alfred, hcIoii
of n wenlthy family, had been dls
iuImhi'iI from hln home becaiiso of
hlH dlHHlpatlon. Madellno neeH that
the WoHt lint redeemed him. Sho
meets Mlllwell, AI'h employer, typ
ical western ranchman.
CHAPTER III Continued.
3
"Wnl, wnl, Al, this 'a the proudest
inootln' of my life," replied Stlllwell,
In u booming voice. He uxtondcil n
huge hum!. "Miss Miss Majesty,
Mght of yon Is as welcome hb tlie ruin
im tlie flowers to an old desert cuttle
inun." Madeline greeted him, nnd It was nil
bliu could do to repress a cry at the
way he crunched her hand In n grasp
of Iron. lie was old, white-haired,
weather-beaten, with long furrows
down Ids cheeks nnd with gray eyes
almost hidden In wrinkles. If ho was
Mulling sho fancied It n most extraor
dinary smile. Tho next Instant she
realized thnt It laid been a smile, for
his face appeared to stop rippling, the
light died, and suddenly It was llko
rudely chiseled stone. The quality of
hardness she had noon In Stewart was
Immeasurably intensllled In this old
man's face.
"Miss Majesty, it's plumb humlllatln'
to all of us thet we wasn't on hand to
meet you," Stlllwell said. "I'm sure
afraid It wns n bit unpleasunt fer you
last night at the station. Wnl, I'm
Home glad to tell you thet there's no
man In these pnrts except your brother
thet I'd as lief hev met you ua Geno
Stewart."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, an' t hot's tnkln' Into considera
tion Cieue's weakness, too. I'm alius
fond of suln' of myself thet I'm the
last of the old cattlemen. Wnl, Stew
art's not a native westerner, but he's
my pick of the lust of the cowboys.
Sure, he's young, but he's the Inst of
,the old style the pleturcsiiue an
(chivalrous, too, I make bold to say,
Miss Majesty, as well as the old hard
rlilln' kind. Folks ore down on Stew
urr. An' I'm only sayln' a good word
for him because he Is down, nn' mebbe
last nltiht he might hev scared you,
you beln' fresh from the Knst."
Madeline liked the old fellow for his
loyalty to the cowboy he evidently
cared for; hut as there did not seem
anything for her to say, sho remnlnod
silent.
"Miss Majesty, I reckon, beln' ns
you're In the West now, thet you must
take things ns thej come, an' mind
"Miss Majesty, It's Plumb Humlllatln'
To All of Uo Thet We Wasn't on
Hand to Meet You," Stlllwell Bald.
each thing a little less than the one
before. If we old fellers hedn't been
thet way we'd never hev lasted.
"Last night wasn't particular bnd,
rutin' with somo other nights lately.
There wasn't much doln. Hut I had
n hard knock. Yesterday when wo
started in with a bunch of cnttlo I
sent one of my cowboys, Danny Mains,
along ahead, carryln money I lied to
pay off hands an' my bills, an' I want
od thet money to got in town boforo
jdurk. Wal, Danny was hold up. I
(don't distrust the lad. There's been
Itcunjia Greqsers In town lately, an'
'Jtt "
Copyright by Harper and Brother
mebbe they
know about the money
comln'.
"Wal, when I arrived with the cat
tle I was some put to It to make ends
meet. An todiiy I wasn't In no angelic
humor. When I hod my business all
done I went around pokln my nose
lieali nn' there, tryln' to got scent of
thet money. An I happened tu at a
hall we hev thet does duty for Jnll
un' hospital an' election-post nn' what
not. Wal, Just then It was doln' duly
as a hospital. I.ust night was llesta
night those CSreasers hev n llesta ev
ery week or so an' one Oreaser who
had boon bud hurt was layln' In the
hull, whore he hod been fetched from
the station.
"The hull was full of cowboys, ranch
ers, Grousers, miners, an' town folks,
along with some strangers. I was
about to got started up this way when
Put Ilawe come In.
"Pat, he's the sheriff. He come Into
the hall, an' he was roarln' about
things. He was goln' to arrest Danny
Mains on sight. Wal, I Jest pollto-llke
told Pat thet tho money was mine an'
he needn't get riled nhout It. An'
If I wanted to trail the thief I reckon
I could do It as well as anybody.
"Then he cooled down u bit an' was
askln' questions nhout the wounded
Grouser when Gene Stewart comes In.
Whenever Pat an' Gene come together
It reminds me of the early days back
In tho 'seventies. Jest naturally ev
erybody .shut up. l'er Pat hates Gene,
nn' I reckon Geno ain't very sweet on
Pat.
"'Hello Stewart I You're tho feller
I'm lookln' for,' said Pat. 'There was
somo queer goings-on last night thet
you know somethln' about. Danny
Mains robbed Stlllwell's money gone
your ronn horse gone an' this
Greaser gone, too. Now, seeln'' thet
you was up Into an' prowlln' round
tho station whero this Grensor wag
found, It ain't onrensonablo to think
you might know how ho got plugged
is It?'
"Stewart laughed kind of cold, an'
he rolled a clguretto, all the time eyeln'
Pat, an then ho said If he'd plugged
the Grouser it'd never hev been slch a
buuglln Job.
" 'I can arrest you on suspicion,
Stewart, but boforo I go thet far I
want some evidence. I want to llnd
out what's become of your boss. You've
never lent him since you bed him, un'
there ulu't enough rnldoru across tho
border to steal him from you. It's got
a queer look thet boss beln' gone.
You was drunk last night?'
"Stewart never batted an eye.
" 'You mot some woman on Number
Klghr, didn't you?' shouted Unwe.
"'I met a lady,' replied Stewart,
quiet an' mouaclii' like.
'"You met Al Hammond's sister, an'
you took her up to Klngsley's. An'
cinch tills, my cowboy cavalier, Pin
goln' up there an' ask this grand diuuo
some questions, un' If she's as close
mouthed us you are I'll arrest her!'
"Gone Stewart turned white. I fer
one expected to Bee lilm Jump like
Uglituln,' as he does when he's riled
sudden-. Hut he was calm an' he wns
thlnkln' bard. Presently ho said:
" 'Pat, tliot's a fool Idee, an' If you
do the trick It'll hurt you all the rest
of your life. There's absolutely no rea
son to frighten Miss Hammond. An'
tryln' to arrest her would be such a
d d outrage as won't bo stood fer In
IJI Cajon. If you're sore on mo send
me to Jail. I'll go. If you want to
hurt Al Hammond, go an' do It some
mail kind of way. Don't take your
spite out on us by Insultln' a lady who
has come hyar to hev u little visit.
We're bad enough without beln' low
down as Grousers.'
"It was a long talk for Gene, nn' I
was as surprised as the rest of the fel
lers, it was plain to me an' others
who spoke of it afterward thet Pat
Ilawe hod forgotten tho law an' tho
otllcor in tlie man an' his hate.
"Tin u-goln, an' Pin a-goln' right
now!' ho shouted.
"Stewart seemed kind of chokln.
an' he seemed to hev been bewildered
by the idee of Hnwo's coufrontln' you.
"An' llnally ho burst out: 'Hut,
man, think who It Is! It's Miss Ham
mond ! If you seen her, even If you
wns locoed or drunk, you you couldn't
do It.'
"Couldn't I? Wal, I'll show you
d n quick. What do I cure who she
Is? Them swell enstern women I've
heerd of them. They're not so much.
This Hammond woman '
"Suddenly Hnwe shut up, an' with
his rod mug turnln' green he went for
his gun."
Stlllwell paused In his narrative to
got breath, and he wiped his moist
brow. And now bis faco begun to lose
Its cragglno.ss. It changed, It softened,
It rippled and wrinkled, and nil that
strange mobility focused and shone In
a wonderful smile.
"An' then, Miss Majesty, then thcro
wns somothin' happened. Stowart took
Pat's gun away from lilm and throw ed
It on the lloor. An' what followed was
beautiful. Suro It wns tho beautiful
est sight I over seen. Only It wns
over 60 soon 1 A llttlo while nfter,
when tho doctor came, ho hod another
patient besides the wounded Greaser,
an' ho said thet this now ono would re
quire about four months to bo up an'
1 around cheerful-llko. again.
An' Geno
l Romance
'By Zane Grey
Stewart bed hit tho trnil for the bor
der." CHAPTER IV
A Ride From Sunrise to Sunsst,
Next morning, when Mndcllne was
aroused by her brother, it was not yet
daybreak; the air chilled her, and In
the gray gloom she had to feel around
for matches and lamp. Her usual
languid manner vanished at a touch
of the cold water Presently, when
Alfred knocked on her door and said
he was leaving a pitcher of hot water
outside, she replied, with chattering
teeth, "Th-thank y-you, b-but 1 d-don't
no-need any now." Sho found it neces
sary, however, to warm her numb lin
gers before sho could fasten hooks and
"Well, If 1 Haven't Some Color!" Sho
Exclaimed.
buttons. And when sho was dressed
she marked In tho dim mirror that
there were tinges of red In her cheeks.
"Well, If I haven't some color!" sho
exclaimed.
Breakfast waited for her In the dining-room.
The sisters nto with her.
Madellno quickly cnught tho fkellng of
brisk action that seemed to be In the
nlr. Then Alfred came stamping In.
"Mnjesty, here's whero you get tho
real thing," ho announced, merrily.
"Wo'ro rushing you off, I'm sorry to
fitiy; but we must hustlo back to the
ranch. The fall round-up begins to
morrow. You will rldo in the buck-
hoard with Florence nnd Stlllwell. I'll
rldo on ahead with tho boys and fix
up a little for you ut the ranch. It's
u long title out nonrly fifty miles by
wagon-road. Flo, don't forget n couple
of robes. Wrap her tip well. And
hustle getting ready. We're waiting."
A little later, when Madeline went
out with Florence, tho gray gloom was
lightening. Horses were champing bits
ami pounding gravel.
"Mawnlir, Miss Majesty," said Stlll
well, grtillly, from tho front seat of a
high vehicle.
Alfred bundled her up Into the bnck
sent, and Florence nfter her, nnd
wrapped them with robes. Then he
mounted bis horse nnd started off.
As Madellno gazed about her and
listened to her companions, the sun
rose higher and grow warm and soared
and grew hot; the horses bold tire
lessly to their steady trot, and mile
after mile of rolling land slipped by.
From tho top of u ridge Madeline
saw down Into a hollow where u few
of tho cowboys bnd stopped and were
sitting round a fire, evidently busy at
the noonday meal. Their horses wore
feeding on tho long, gray grass.
"Wal, smell of thet burnln' grease
wood makes my mouth wnter," said
Stlllwell. "I'm sure hungry. We'll
noon hyar an' lot tho bosses rest. It's
u long pull to the ranch."
During lunch-tlmo Madellno observed
that sho was an object of manifestly
groat Interest to the three cowboys.
She returned tho compliment, and was
amused to soo that a glance their way
caused them painful embarrassment.
They were grown men one of whom
had white hair yet they acted like
boys caught In the act of stealing a
forbidden look at a pretty girl.
"Cowboys are sure all IIIrK" said
Florence, ns If stating nn uninteresting
fact. Hut Madeline detected a merry
twinkle In her clear oos. The cow
boys hoard, and the effect iynn them
was magical. They fell to shamed
'confusion and to hurried useless- tnsks.
"Daw, haw!" roared Stlllwell. "Flor
ence, you Jest lilt the nail on tho bald.
Cowboys are all plumb lllrts. I wns
wondorln' why them boys noonod hyar.
This ain't no place to noon. Ain't no
grazln' or wood wuth burnln' or iiuth
In'. Them boys Jest held up, t browed
the packs an waited for us. It ain't
so surpiisln' fer Hooly nn' Nod
they're young an' coltish but Nels
tbore, why, he's old enough to bo the
pnw of both you girls. It suro Is nmaz
In' strange."
A sllenco ensued. Tho whlte-hnlred
cowboy, Nels, fussed nlrclessly over
tho camptlre. nnd then straightened up
with a very rod face.
"Bill, you're n dog-gone Ilnr," he
said. "I reckon I won't stand to bo
classed with Hooly an' Ned. There
nln't no cowboy on this range that's
moro npprcclntln' of tho ladles than
me, but I shore nln't rldln' out of my
way. I reckon I hev enough rldln' to
do. Now, Hill, If you've sich dog-gone
good eyes mohbe you seen somethln'
on the way out?"
"Nels, I lievn't seen nothln'," bo re
plied, bluntly.
"Jest take n squint at these boss
trades," said Nels, and ho drew Stlll
well a few puces nslde and pointed to
large hoofprlnts In tho dust. "I reckon
you know the boss thet mudo them?"
"Gene Stewart's roan, or I'm n son-of-n-gnnl"
exclaimed Stlllwell, and he
dropped heavily to his knees nnd began
to scrutinize the tracks. Nels, who
ever was straddlln' Stewart's boss mot
somebody. An' thoy hauled up u bit,
but didn't git down."
"Tolerable good for you, Hill, thet
roasonln'," replied the cowboy. "I
reckon you know what boss made the
other tracks?"
"I'm thlnkln' hard, hut I ain't sure."
"It was Danny Mains' bronc."
"How do you know thet?" demanded
Stlllwell, sharply.
"Hill, the loft front foot of thet little
boss always wears a shoo thet sots '
crooked. Any of the boys can toll you.
I'd know thet track If I was blind."
"Nels, you don't think the boy's
sloped with thet llttlo hussy, Honlta?"
"Bill, he shore was sweet on Honlta.
same as Gene was, an' lCd Linton be
fore ho got ongnged, an' all the boys.
She's shore chaln-llghtniii', timt llttlo
black-eyed devil. Danny might hev
sloped with her all light. Danny was
held up on the way to town, an' then
in the shame of It ho got drunk. But
he'll show up s "n."
"Wal, mebbe ui nn' the boys are
right. I believe vou are. Nels, there
ain't no doubt on arth about who was
rldln' Stewart's boss?"
"Tliot's as p' dn as the boss' tracks."
"Wal, It's ti'l amnzln' strange. It
bouts me. I wish the boys would ease
up on drlnkln'. I wns pretty fond of
Danny an' Gone. I'm afraid Gene's
done fer, sure. If hecrossos the bor
der where he enn tight It won't tnko
long fer hint to get plugged. I guess
I'm gettln' old. I don't stand things
llko I used to."
"Bill, I reckon I'd better hit the Pel
onclllo trail. Mebbe I can find Danny."
"I reckon you had, Nels," replied
Stlllwell. "But don't tnko more'n a
couple of days. Wo can't do much on
the round-up without you. I'm short
of boys."
Thnt ended the conversation. Stlll
well Immediately began to hitch up
his team, and the cowboys went out
to fetch Uiolr strayed horses. Made
fine iiad lieeh curiously Interested, and
sho saw that Florence knew It.
"Things happen, MIS3 Hammond,"
she said, soberly, almost sadly.
Madeline thought'. And then straight
way Florence began brightly to hum a
tune nnd to busy herself repacking
whnt was left of the lunch. Madeline
suddenly conceived a strong liking nnd
respect for this Western girl.
Soon they wore once more bowling
along tho road down u gradual in
cline, and then they began to climb a
long ridge that had for hours hidden
what lay beyond. That climb was
rather tiresome, owing to the sun and
the dust and the restricted view.
Presently, at the top of the steep
ascent, Stlllwell got out and walked,
loading the tenm. During this long
climb fatigue claimed Madeline, and
sho drowsily closed her eyes, to llnd
when she opened them again that the
glaring white sky had changed to a
steel-blue. The sun had sunk behind
the foothills and the nlr was growing
chilly. Stlllwell had returned to the
driving-seat and was chuckling to the
horses. Shadows crept up out of the
hollows.
"Wnl, Flo," said Stlllwell, "I reckon
we'd hotter hev the rest of thet there
lunch before dark."
"You didn't leave much of It,"
laughed Florence, as she produced the
basket from under the seat.
While they ate, tho short twilight
shaded and gloom filled the hollows.
Madeline was glud to have the robes
close around her and to loan against
Florence. There were drowsier spells
In which she lost a fooling of where
sho was, and these wore disturbed by
the Jolt of wheels over a rough place.
Then came a blank Interval, short or
long, which ended In n more violent
lurch of tho buckboard. Madeline
awoke to find her head on Florence's
shoulder. Sho sat up laughing nnd
apologizing for her laziness. Florence
assured her they would soon reach the
ranch.
CHAPTER V
The Round-Up.
It wnn n crackling and roaring of
fire that awakened Madeline next
morning, and the first thing she saw
was a huge stone fireplnce In which lay
a bundle of blnzlng slicks. Somo one
bail kindled n lire while she slept. For
n moment tlie curious sensation of be
ing lost returned to her. Sho Just
dimly remembered reaching the ranch
and being taken Into a huge house
and a huge, dimly lighted room. And
It seemed to her that she had gone to
sleep at once, nnd hud awakened with
out remembering how she had gotten
to bed.
With n knock on the door nnd a
cheerful greeting, Florence entered,
carrying steaming hot water.
"Good niawnln', Miss Hammond.
Ilopo you slept well. You suro were
tired lust night. I lmngino you'll llnd
this old ranch-house as cold as a barn.
It'll warm up directly. Al's gone with
tho boys nnd Hill. Wo'ro to rldo down
on tho range nfter n while when your
baggngo comes. Breakfast will bo
ready soon, and after thnt we'll look
about tho place,
Matieun .efls- churned with the old
Spanish house, nnd the more she naw
of It the more sho thought what a de
lightful homo it could bo made. All
tho doors opened Into u courtyard, or
patio, ns Florence cnlled it. The
house was low, In tho shape of a rect
angle, nnd so Immense in size that
Madellno wondered If it had been a
Spanish barracks. Florence led tho
way out on n porch nnd waved a hand
at a vast, colored void. "That's what
Hill likes," sho said.
At ilrst Madellno could not toll wlmt
wns sky and what was land. The Im
mensity of the scene stunned her facul
ties of conception. She sat down In
one of the old rocklng-chulrs and
looked and looked, and knew that she
was not grasping tho reality of what
stretched wondrously before her.
"We're tip ut the edge of the foot
hills," Florence said. "It'll sure take
you n llttlo while to get used to being
up high nnd seeing so much That's
the secret we're up high, the air Is
clear, and there's the whole bare
world beneath us. Here see that
cloud of dust down In tho vnlloy? It's
the round-up. Tho boys are there, nnd
tho cattle. Walt, I'll got the glasses."
"The round-up! I want to know all
about It to see It," declared Madeline.
"Please toll me what It means, what
It's for, and then take me down there."
"It'll sure open your eyes, Miss Ham
mond. I'm glad you care to know.
Your brother would liuve made a big
success In this cattle business If It
hadn't been for crooked work by rival
ranchers. He'll make It yet, In spite
of thorn."
"Indeed ho shnll," replied Madeline.
"But tell me, please, all about the
round-up."
"Well, in the first place, every cat
tleman bus to hnve a brand to Identify
his stock. Without It no cattleman,
nor liulf a hundred cowboys, If lie bnd
so many, could ever recognize all the
cattle In n big herd. There are no
fences on our ranges. They are all
open to everybody. Every year we
have two big round-ups, but the boys
do some branding nil the year. A calf
should be branded ns soon ns lt'a
found. This Is n safeguard against
cnttle-tblevcs. We don't have the
rustling of herds nnd bunches of cat
tle like wo used to.
"We have our big round-up In the
fall, when there's plenty of grass and
water, and nil the riding-stock as well
as tho cattle are In fine shnpe. Tho
cattlemen In tlie valley meet with their
cowboys and drive In nil the cattle
they can llnd. Then they brand and
cut out each man's herd and drive It
toward home. Then they go on up or
down the valley, make another camp,
and drive In moro cattle. It tnkes
weeks." - .
For Madeline the morning hours flew
by, with a goodly part of the tlmo
spent on the porch gazing out over that
ever-changing vista. At noon a team
ster drove up with her trunks. Then
while Florence helped the Mexican
woman get lunch Mndcllne unpneked
part of her effects and got out thing
for which sho would hnve Immediate
need. After lunch sho ohnngod her
dress for n rldlng-hnblt and, going out
side, found Florence waiting with the
horses.
As Madeline rodo along sho mnde
good use of her eyes. The soil was
sandy and porous, nnd she understood
why the rain and water from the few
springs disappeared so quickly. What
surprised her was the fact that,
though she and Florence had .seemed
to be riding quite awhile, they had
apparently not drawn any closer to
tho round-up. The slope of the valley
was noticeable after some miles bad
boon traversed.
Gradually black dots enlarged and
assumed shupo of cattle and horses
moving round a great dusty patch. In
another half-hour Madellno rodo be
hind Florence to the outskirts of tho
N?
,vsv
Gradually Dlack Dots Enlarged and
Assumed Shape of Cattle and Horses
Moving Around a Great Dusty Patch.
scene of action. A roar of tramping
hoots filled her ears. The lines of
mnrchlng cattle had merged Into a
gren't, moving herd half obscured by
dust.
"I hope I have found myself
my work, my happiness, here
under the light of that western
star."
(TO UIJ CONTINUED.)
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Nujol ia a lubricant not a
medicine or laxative socan
not gripe. When you arc con
stipated, not enough of Na
ture's' lubricating liquid is
produced In the bowel to keep
the food waste soft end mov
ing. Doctors prescribe Nujol
because it acts like this natu
ral lubricant and thus secures
regular bowel movements
by Nature's own method
lubrication. Try it today.
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