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RED OLOUD, NEBRASKA. CHIEF Lj JfrtfMBV VHKfittnESlKv Jm JT9 4Y al 4ta. A li 711 QENE'O HORSE SYNOPSIS.-Arrlvlni? (it tlio lone ly llttlo rnllroiul Btutlon of Kl Cnjon, New Mexico, Madeline Ilnmmoiu, New York Boclcty Klrl, finds no ono to mrct her. Whllo In tho wnltlnK room, ft drunkon cowboy enters, anks If sho Ih mnrrletl, and dopartn, lenvlns Iter terrlllcd, Ito rotiirnn with a priest, who koch through ponifl sort of ceremony, und tho cowboy forces her to nay "SI," Asking her name nnd lenrnlns her Identity the cowboy sooiiib dazod. In n nhnotlns scrnpo outside tho room a Moxtcan Is klllod. Tho cow boy lotH a girl, nonltn, tuko hlfl tiorso nnd cscnpo, thon conducts Mndullno to Floronco KtnRsloy, friend of hor brother. Floronco welcomes hor, loarnn her story, and dlntnlflncn tho cowboy, Oono Stew art. Next day Alfred Hammond, Madeline's brother, takos Stowart to tnsk. Madollno exonerates him of any wronK Intunt Alfrod, ncton of a wealthy family, had boon dis missed from hH homo bocnuso of his dissipation. Madellno sacs that tho West Iiob redcomed him. Bho meets Stlllwell, A Kit employer, typ leal western rnnchmnn. Stlllwell tolls her how Stewart beat up the shorlff to savo hor from arrest and then lit out for tho bordor. Danny Mains, ono of Stlllwoll'B cowboy, has dlsnppoarod, with some of Still woII'h monoy. Ills friends link his name with tho Klrl Donlta. Mado llno Kots a Rllmpse of llfo on a western rnnch. CHAPTER V. Continued. Tlio ImwUiiK nnd bellowing, the crackling of horu.s and pounding of hoofs, the dusty whirl of cattle, and the Hying cowboys dlHconcertcd Made llno and frightened her a little. "Loolc, MIhs Ilutnmond, there's Don Carlos I" snld Florence. "Look at tliut bluck horse I" Madellno Bnw n dark-faced Mexican riding by. lie wnB too far away for her to illHtlngulali lil.s features, hut he reminded her of an Italian brigand. He bestrndo n magntucent horse. Stlllwell rode up to the. girls then and greeted them In his big voice. "Right In tho thick of It, hey? Wnl, thet'fl Hiiro line. I'm glad to sec, Miss Majesty, thct you ain't afraid of n little dust or smell of hurnln' hide an' hair." Madeline's brother Joined tho group, evidently In search of Stlllwell. "lllll, Ncls Just rodo In," ho said. "Good I Any news of Danny Mains?" "No. Ncls snld ho lost tho trull when he got on hard ground," "tVnl. wnl. Say, Al, your sister Is sure taltlii' to tho round-up. An' tho boys are gettln' wise. See thet sun-of-n-gun Ambrose cuttln capers all around. He'll sure do his prettiest. Ambrose Is a ladles' man, he thinks." Tho two men and Floronco Joined In a llttlo pleasant tensing of Made line, und drew her attention to wh'at appeared to be really unnecessary feats of horsemanship till mado In her vi cinity. Tho cowboys evinced their In terest In covert glunces whllo recoiling lasso or whllo passing to and fro. It was all too serious for Madellno to bo nmtiKcd at that moment. Sho did not euro to talk. Sho sat her horse und watched. f CHAPTER VI A Gift and a Purchase. For a week the scone of tho round up lay within rldlng-dlstanco of tho rnnch-house, and Madeline passed most of this time In tho saddle, watching the strenuous labors of tho vuqueros and cowboys. Sho overestimated her strength, and moro than onco had to bo lifted from her horse. Stlllwell's pleasure In her attendance gavo plnco to concern. Ho tried to persuade her to stay away from tho round-up, nnd Florenco grow even moro solicitous. Madeline, however, was not moved by their entreaties. Sho grasped only dimly tho truth of what It wns sho was learning something Infinitely more thun the rounding up of cuttlo by cowboys, und she was loath to lose an hour of her opportunity. Ilcfnro tho week was out, however, Alfred found occasion to tell her that It would bo wiser for her to let the round-up go without gracing It further with her presence. Ho said It laugh ingly; nevertheless, ho wns serious. And when Madellno turned to him In surprise he said, bluntly: "I don't Uko tho way Don Carlos follows you around. Kill's afraid that Ncls or Ambrose or one of the cow boys will tuko a fall out of tho Mexi can. They're Itching for tho chance. Of course, dear, It's absurd to you, but It's true." Absurd It certainly was, yet It served to show Madellno how Intensely occu pied sho had been with her own feel ings, roused by tho tumult and toll of tho round-up. Sho recalled that Don Carlos had been presented to her, nnd that she had not liked his dark, strik ing face with Its bold, prominent, glit tering eyes nnd sinister lines; and sho had not liked his suave, sweet, Insin uating voice or his subtle manner, with Us slow baws and gestures, "Don Curios has been after Flor ence for a long time," said Alfred. "He's not a young mini by uny means, lie's fifty. Hill says; but you cun sel dom tell a Mexican's ago from his looks. Don Carlos Is well educated and a man we know very llttlo about. Mexicans of his stump don't regard women ns we white men do. Now, my dear, beautiful sister from New York, I haven't much use for Don Car los; but I don't want Nels or Ambrose to make a wild throw with a rope and pull the Don oft his horse. So you hud better ride up to the houso nnd stay there." "Alfred, you uro Joking, teasing me," said Madeline. "Indeed noC replied Alfred. "How about It, Flo?" Florence replied that tho cowboys would upon tho slightest provocation treat Don Carlos with less coremony and gentleness than a roped steer. Old Hill Stlllwell came up to bo Importuned by Alfred regarding tho conduct of cowboys on occasion, and he not onlj corroborated the assertion, but added emphasis and evidence of his own. "An', Miss Majesty," ho concluded, "I reckon If Gene Stowart was rldln for me, thet grlnnln' Greaser would hev bed n bump In the dust before now." Madeline hod been wavering between sobriety nnd laughter until Stlllwell's mention of his Ideal of cowboy chiv alry decided In favor of the laughter. "I nm not convinced, but I surren der," sho said. "You have only some occult motive for driving mo nwuy. I am sure that hnndsome Don Carlos Is being unjustly suspected. But us I have seen n llttlo of cowboys' singular Imagination nnd gallantry, I nm rather Inclined to fear their possibilities. So good-by." Then sho rodo with Florence up tho long, gray slopo to the ranch-house. That night she suffered from excessive weariness, which sho attributed more to the strungo working of her mind than to riding und sitting her horse. Morning, however, found her In no dis position to rest. It was not activity that she craved, or excitement, or pleasure. An unerring Instinct, "rising clear from the thronging sensations of tho last few days, told her that she had missed something In life. What ever this something wns, she had baf fling Intimations of It, hopes thnt faded on the verge of realizations, haunting promises thnt were unfulfilled. What ever It was, It had remained bidden and unknown at home, and here In the West It begun to alluro nnd drive her to discovery. Tlicreforo sho could not rest; she wanted to go nnd see; she wns no longer chasing phnntoms; It wns a hunt for trensuro that held aloof, as Intangible as tho substance of dreams. Upon tho morning after the end of tho round-up, when she went out on tho porch, her brother nnd Stlllwell appeared to bo arguing about tho Iden tity of n horse. "Wnl, I reckon It's my old ronn," snld Stlllwell, shading his eyes with his hnnd. "Illll, Vt that Isn't Stewart's horso my eyes nre going back on me," replied Al. "It's not tho color or shnpe tho distance Is too far to Judge by that. It's tlio motion tho swing." "Al, niebbo you're right. But they nln't no rider up on thet boss. Flo, fetch my glnss." Florenco went Into tho house, while Madeline tried to discover tho object of attention. Presently far up the gray hallow along n foothill sho saw dust, and then the dark, moving figure of n horse. Sho wns watching when Flor ence returned with tho glass. Illll took n long look, adjusted tho glasses carefully, and tried again. "Wnl, I hato to admit my eyes nre gottln' pore. But I guess I'll hev to. Thot's Geno Stewart's hoss, snddlcd, un comln' at a fust clip without n rider. It's amnzln' strange, an' borne In keepln with other things conceniln' Gene." "Give me tho glass," snld Al. "Yes, I was right. Bill, tho horse Is not frightened. Ho's coming steadily; bo's got something on his mind." The wide hollow sloping up Into the foothills lay open to unobstructed view, and lejss than hnlf n mile dlstnnt Madellno saw tho rldorless horse com ing along tho white trail at o rapid canter. A shrill, piercing whistle pealed In. "Wnl, he's seen us, thet's sure," said Bill. The horso nenred tho corrals, disap peared Into a lnne, and then, breaking his gait again, thundered Into tho In closure nnd pounded to n halt somo twenty ynrds from where Stlllwell waited for him. Ono look at him at closo ran go In tho clear light of day was enough for Madellno to award him a bluo ribbon over ull horses, oven tho prize-winner, White Stockings. Tho cowboy's great steed was no lithe, sleudor-bodled nnis stnng. Ho wns a chnrger, nlmost tre mendous of build, with a bluck coat faintly mottled In gray, mid It shone I Uko polished glass In the sun. EvI - dently ho had been carefully dressed down for this occnslon, for there was no dust on him, nor n kink In his beau tiful mane, nor a mark on his glossy hide. "Como hyar, you aon-of-n-gun," snld Stlllwell. Tho horso dropped his bend, snorted, nnd caino obediently up. Ho was nei ther shy nor wild. Unhooking the stir rups from tho pommel, Stlllwell let them fall and began to search the end die for something which ho evidently oxpected to And. Presently from somo whero among tho trappings ho pro duced ii folded bit of paper, and after scrutinizing It handed It to Al. "Addressed to you; an I'll bet you two bits I know whnt'a In It," ho said. Alfred unfolded tho lottcr, read It, and then looked at Stlllwell. "Bill, you're a pretty good guessor. Geno's made for the border. Ho sent the horso by somebody, no nntnes men tioned, nnd wants my sister to have him If sho will ncccpt." "Any mention of Danny Mains?" asked the rnnehcr. "Not n word." "Thet's bnd. Geno'd know nbout Danny If anybody did. But lies n close-mouthed cuss. So he's sure hit tin' for Mexico. Wonder If Danny's goln', too? Wnl, there's two of tho best cowmen I ever seen, gone to h 1, nn' I'm sorry." With that ho .bowed his head and, grumbling to himself, went Into tho house. Alfred lifted tho reins over the bend of tho horso and, leading him to Madeline, slipped tho knot over hor arm and plucod tlio letter In her hnnd. "Majesty, I'd accept the horse," ho said. "Stowart Is only n cowboy now, and ns tough as any I've known. But ho comes of a good family. He was a college mnn and a gentleman once. Ho went to the bnd out hero, Uko so many fellows go, like I nearly did. Then ho hnd told mo nbout his sister nnd mother. Ho cared a good deal for them. I think he has been a source of unluipplncss to them. It was mostly when he was reminded of this In some wny thnt he'd get drunk. I hnvo al ways stuck to him, and I would do so yet If I had a chance. You read tho letter, sister, nnd accept the horse." In silence Madellno bent her gaze from her brother's face to the letter: "Friend Al: I'm sending my horso down to you bocuuso I'm going away nnd haven't the nerve to tnkc him where ho'd get hurt or full Into strango hands. "If you think It's all right, why, give him to your sister with my respects. But If you don't like tlio Idea, Al, or If sho won't hnvt) hlw, then bo's for you. I'm hoping your Bister will take him. She'll bo good to him, and sho can afford to tuko euro of him. And, while I'm waiting to be plugged by a Greaser bullet, If I happen to have a picture In mind of how she'll look upon my horse, why, man, It's not going to ninko any difference to you. Sho needn't over know It. "Between you and me, Al, don't lot her or Flo rldo nlono over Don Carlos' way. If I had tlmo I could tell you something nbout that slick Greaser. And tell your sister, If there's ever nny reason for her to run nwuy from anybody when she's up on that ronn, Just let her lean over and yell In his cnr. She'll find herself riding the wind. So long. "GENE STEWART." Modellno thoughtfully folded the letter nnd murmured, "How he must love his horso l" "Well, I should sny so," replied Al fred. "Flo will tell you. She's the only person Gene ever let ride that horse. Well, sister mine, how about It will you nccept the horse?" "Assuredly. And very happy In deed nm I to get him. Al, you said, "How Ho Must Love His Horsel" I think, that Mr. Stewart named him nfter me saw my nickname In the New York paper?" "Yes." "Well, I will not chango his nnme. But, Al, how shall I ever climb up on him? He's taller thnn I am. What a giant of u horso I Oh, look at bim bo's nosing my hand. I really believe ho understood what I said. Al, did you over seo such a splendid head and such benutlful eyes? Tl.ey aro so large and dark nnd soft and humnn. Oh, I nm n flcklo womnn, for I nm forgetting White Stockings." "I'll gamble he'll mako you forget any other horse," snld Alfred. "You'll have to get on him from the porch." Madellno led tho horso to nnd fro, nnd wns delighted with his gentleness. Sho discovered thnt ho did not need to bo led. Ho camo nt her call, fol- 1 lowed her like a pet dog, rubbed his black muzzlo against her. Sometimes, at tho turns in their walk, ho lifted his head and with ears forward looked up the trull by which ho had come, and beyond tho foothills. Ho was looking over the rnngo. Someone was calling to him, perhaps, from beyond tho mountains. Madeline Hkcd him tho better for that memory, and pitied the wnywnrd cowboy who had parted with his only possession for very love of it. At Bupper-tlmo Madellno wns unusu ally thoughtful. Later, when they as sembled on tho porch to watch the sunset, Stlllwell's humorous com plnltilngs Inspired the Inception of nn Idea which Unshed up In her mind swift ns lightning. And then by lis tening sympathetically she encouraged him to recite the troubles of a poor cattleman. They were many nnd long nnd Interesting, nnd rather numbing to the life of her inspired Idea. "Mr. Stlllwell, could ranching here on a largo scale, with up-to-date meth ods, bo mnde well, not profitable, ex actly, but to pay to run without loss?" she asked, determined to kill her new-born Idea nt birth or else give It breath and hope of life. "Wal, I reckon It could,"-he replied, with a short luugh. "It'd sure be n monoy-muker. Why, with all my bad luck an' poor equipment l'vo lived pretty well an' pnld my debts an' hnven't lost any money except the orlglnnl outlay. I reckon thet's sunk fer good." "Would you sell If someono would pay your price?" "Miss Majesty, I'd Jump nt tho chance. Yet somehow I'd hato to leave hyar. I'd Jest bo fool enough to go sink the money In another ranch." "Would Don Carlos and these other Mexicans boIIV" "They sure would. Tho Don has been after me for years, wantln' to sell thet old rnncho of his; an' these herders In the vnlley with their stray cattle, they'd fall dald nt sight of n llttlo money." "Please tell me, Mr. Stlllwell, ex actly what you would do hero If you hud unlimited means?" wont on Made line. "Good Lud I" ejaculated the rancher. "Willi, Miss Majesty, It Jest makes my old heart wnrm up to think of such n thing. I dreamed a lot when I first come hyar. What would I do If I hed unlimited money? Listen. Pd buy out Son Carlos an' tho Greasers. I'd glvo n Job to overy good cowman In this country. I'd mako them pros per ns I prospered myself. I'd buy all the good horses on the ranges. I'd fence twenty thousand acres of the best grazln. I'd drill fer water In the valley. I'd plpo water down from the mountains. I'd dam up that draw out there. A mile-long dam from hill to hill would give mo a big lake, an' hevin' nn eyo fer beauty, I'd plant cot- tonwoods around It. I'd fill that lake full of fish. I'd put In tho biggest field of alfalfa In the Southwest. I'd plant fruit-trees an' gnrden. I'd tenr down them old corrals an' barns an' bunk houses to build new ones. I'd mako this old rancho somo comfortable an' fine. I'd put In grass an' llowors nil nround an' bring young puiotrees down from tho mountains. An' when nil thet wns done I'd sit In my chnlr an' smoke nn' wntch the cnttle string In' In fer wnter an' strngglln bnck into the valley. An' thet red sun out there wouldn't Bet on n happier man In the world than Bill Stlllwell, Inst of tho old cattlemen." Madellno thanked tlio rancher, nnd then rather nbruptly retired to her room, where sho felt no restraint to hide the force of thnt wonderful Iden, now full-grown nnd tenacious and nllurlng. Upon the next day, late In the after noon, she asked Alfred If It would bo safe for hor to ride out to tho mesn. "I'll go with you," he said gayly. "Dear fellow, I want to go alone," she replied. "Ah I" Alfred exclaimed, suddenly serious. He gnvo her Just n quick glance, then turned nwny. "Go nhead. I think It's safe. I'll make It safe by sitting here with my glnss nnd keep ing nn eyo on you. Be careful coming down tho trail. Let tho horso pick his wny. That's nil." Sho rodo Mnjesty ncross the wide lint, up tho zlgzug trull, across the beautiful grassy level to the fur rim of the mesn, uftd not till then did she lift her eyes to fnco tho southwest. In that darkening desert there wns something Illimitable. Madeline saw tho hollow of a stupendous hnnd; sho felt n mighty hold upon her heart. Out of tho endless 8pa"Ce7out of silence und desolation and mystery nnd age, enme slow-changing colored shadows, phnntoms of peace, and they whis pered to Madeline. They whispered thnt It was a great, grim, Immutable earth; that tlmo wns eternity; that life was lleetlng. They whispered for her to bo n womnn; to love someono before It wns too Into; to lovo any one, everyone; to realize tho need of work, and thus find happiness. Sho rodo bnck across tho mesn and down tho trail, and, onco more upon the flat, oho called to tho horso and mnde him run. Ills spirit seemed to nice with hers. Tho wind of his speed blow her hnlr from Its fastenings. When he thundered to a halt at the porch steps Madeline, breathless and disheveled, alighted with tho mass of her hnlr tumbling around her. Alfred met her, and his exclamation, nnd Florence's rapt eyes shining on her face, nnd Stlllwell's speechless ness made hor self-conscious. Laugh ing, sho tried to put up tho mass of hair. "My hat and my combs went to tho wind. I thought my hnlr would go, too. . . . There Is tho evening stur. ... I think l nm very nun ry." And then ffte save up trying J fasten up her hair, which fell again In a golden mass. "Mr. Stlllwell," she begun, nnd paused, strangely nwuro of a hurried note, n deeper ring In her voice. "Mr. Stlllwell, I want to buy your ranch to engago you as my superintendent. I want to buy Don Carlos' ranch and other property to the extent, sny, of fifty thousand acres, I want you to buy horses nnd cattle In short, to make nil those Improvements which you snld you had bo long dreamed of. Then I hnvo Ideas of my own, in the deeIopinent of which I must have your advice nnd Alfred's. I Intend to better the condition of those poor Mex Icnns in the vnlley. I Intend to make llfo a llttlo more worth living for them nnd for tlio cowboys of this range. Tomorrow wo shnll talk It all over, plan nil tho business details." Madellno turned from tho huge, ever-widening smllo thnt beamed down upon her nnd held out her lunula to her brother. "Alfred, strange, Is It not, my com ing out to you? Nny, don't smile. I iflallnTl1lUfllllKu(ll llifllln ililnlWVHfifVi hip Bx4iYflHcJHwt IkaN -N-cTe!e-u7Jri AftS - She Rode Majestic Across the Wide Flat, Up the Zigzag Trail, Acro&3 tho Beautiful Grassy Level to the Far Rim of the Mesa hope I have found myself my work, my hnpplness here under the light of that western star." CHAPTER VII Her Majesty's- Rancho. Five months brought all that Stlll well had dreamed of, and so mnny more changes and Improvements and Innovations that It wns as If n magic' touch had transformed, the old rnnch. Mndellno nnd Alfred and Florenco hnd talked over a fitting name, nnd had decided on one chosen by Made line. But tills Instauco was tho only one in tlio course of developments in which Mndellno's wishes were not complied with. Tlio cowboys named tho new ranch "Her Majesty's Rnn cho." Stlllwell said tho names cow boys bestowed wero felicitous, and as unchangeable as the everlasting hills; Florence went over to the enemy ; and Alfred, laughing nt Madeline's protest, declared the cowboys had elected her queen of the ranges, and that there was no help for It. So tho name stood "Her Majesty's Rancho." All thnt had been left of tho old Spanish houso which hnd been Stlll well's home for so long wns the bnre, musslvo structure, nnd some of this hud been cut nwny for new doors nnd windows. Every modern convenience, even to hot nnd cold running wnter nnd ncctylene light, hnd been In stalled; nnd the whole Interior painted nnd enrpontercd nnd furnished. The Idenl sought had not been luxury, but comfort. Every door Into tho pntlo looked out upon dnrk, rich grass and sweet-faced ilowers, and every win dow looked down the green slopes. Madeline Hnmmond cherished a fancy thnt tho transformation she had wrought In tho old Spanish house nnd In tho people with whom sho had sur rounded herself, grant as that trans formation hnd been, was as nothing compnred to tho ono wrought In her self. Sho hnd found nn object In life. She hnd seen her brother through his dlfilcultles, on tho road to nil tho suc cess and prosperity that ho cared for. Madeline hnd been a conscientious student of ranching nnd nn apt pupil of Stlllwell. The old cattleman, In his simplicity, gnvo her tho plnce In his henrt that was meant for the daugh ter he had never hnd. Ills prldo In hor, Mndellno thought, wns beyond reason or belief or words to tell. Under his guldnnco, sometimes .accom panied by Alfred nnd Florence, Made line hnd ridden tho ranges and had studied the life and work of the cow boys. Sometimes sho looked In her mirror und lnughed with sheer Joy nt sight of tho lithe, nudnclous, brown fnced, flashing-eyed creature reflected there. 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