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RED OLOOD, KBBRA8XA, CHIEF
OHAPTER XVII Continued.
Mewurt halted again. In the gloom
Madeline discerned u log cabin, and
beyond It spcur-polnted dark trees
piercing the Hky line. She could Just
make out Stewart's tall form as he
leaned against his horse. ISlthcr he
was listening or debating what to do
perhaps both. Presently ho went In
side the cabin. Madeline hcitrd the
ecrutching of a match ; then film saw a
faint light. The cabin appeared to bo
deserted. Probably It was one of tlio
many habitations belonging to pros
pectors and foresters who lived In the
mountains. Stewart came out again.
1'or a long moment he stood as still as
statue and listened. Then she heard
Mm mutter, "If we have to start quick
I can ride bareback." With that he
took the saddle and blanket off his
horse nud carried them Into the cabin.
"Get off," he said, In n low voice, as
lie stepped out of the door.
He helped her down and led her In
hie, where again lie struck n mntch.
Madeline ca";:hi a glimpse of a mde
fireplace and rough-hewn logs. Stew
art' blanket and saddle lay on the
linrd-packed earthen Moor.
"Host a little," he said. "I'm going
Into the woods a piece to listen. Hone
only a minute or so,"
Madeline had to feel round In the
'' irk to locate the saddle and blanket.
Vhen she lay down It was with n
j niteful sense of ease and relief. As
lier body rested, however, her mind
kccnine Hie old thronging maze for
wonsiitlnn and thought. All day she
and nttended to the alert business of
helping her horse. Now, what had
already happened, the night, the si
lence, the proximity of Stewart and
als strange, stem caution, the possi
ble happenings to her friends all
claimed their due share of her feel
ing. She could not sleep; she did not
Stewnrt'u soft steps sounded out
nlde. Ills dark form loomed In the
door. As be snt down Madeline heard
the thump of n gyn that he laid be
side him on the sill ; then tlio thump
f another as be put that down, too.
The sounds thrilled her. He turned
Ms ear to the wind and listened. Mo
tionless he sat for what to her seemed
Then tlio stirring memory of the
day's adventure, tlio feeling of the
Iiouuty of the night, and a strange,
deep-seated, sweetly vaguu conscious
ness of happiness portending, vero nil
burned out In hot, pressing pain at the
remembrance of Stewnrt's disgrace In
fir eyes. Something had changed
within her so that whnt had been lin
ger at herself was sorrow for him. He
was such n splendid man. She could
not feel the same ; she knew her debt
ta him, yet she could not thank him,
could not apeak to him. Sho fought
on unintelligible bitterness.
Then she rested with closed eyes,
and time seemed neither sliort nor
long. When Stewart called her she
opened her eyes to seo the gray of
dawn. She rose and stepped outside.
The horses whinnied. In a moment
Bhe was In the saddle, aware of
cramped muscles and a weariness of
limbs. Stewart led off at n sharp trot
Into the llr forest. They camo to n
trail Into which he turned. The horses
traveled steadily; the descent grew
less steep; the flrs thinned out; the
Bray gloom brightened.
When Madeline rodo out of tlio firs
llic sun had arisen and tlio foothills
oiled beneath her; and at their edge,
where the gray of valley began, she
mw a dark patch that she know was
the ranch house.
The Sheriff of El Cajon.
About the middle of the forenoon
of that day Madeline renched the
ranch. Her guests had all urrlved
there late tlio night before, and want
ed only her presence and tlio assur
ance of her well-being to consider the
last of the camping trip a rnro adven
ture. They reported an arduous ride
down the mountain, with only one In
cident te lend excitement. On the
descent they hud fallen In with Sher
iff Ilawe and several of his deputies,
who were considerably under the In
fluence of drink and very greatly en
raged by the escape of the Mexican
girl Bonltn. Ilawe had used Insult
ing language to the ladles and, ac
cording to Ambrose, would hare In
convenienced tlio party on some pre
text or other If ho had not been
jhurply silenced by the cowboys
Madeline's guestn wore two days In
recovering from the hard ride. On
the third day they leisurely bogin to
prepare for departure. This period
was doubly trying for Madeline. Her
sister and friends were kindly and
earnestly persistent In their entreaties
thut she go back Kant with them. She
desired to go. It was not going that
mattered; It was how and when and
under whnt circumstances she was to
return that roused In her disturbing
ayf"" Helpru she went lo6t she
Copyriqht'Ybvj arp arvd BrotKr7
wanted to have fixed In mind her fu
ture relation to tlio ranch and the
West. When the crucial hour urrlved
she found that the West had not
claimed her yet. These old friends
had warmed cold ties.
It turned out, however, thnt there
need be no hurry about making the
decision. Madellno would have wel
comed any excuse to procrustlnate;
hut, as It happened, a letter from Al
fred made her departure out of the
question for the present. He wrote
hat his trip to California hud been
very profitable, that he had a proposi
tion for Madeline from r largo cattle
company, and, particularly, that he
wanted to marry Florence soon after
his arrival homo and would bring n
minister from Douglua for that pur
pose. Madeline wont so far, however, ns
to promise Helen and her friends that
she would go East soon, ut the very
latest by Thanksgiving. With that
promise they were reluctantly content
to say goodby to the ranch and to her.
Helen's eyes hud a Bweet, grave,
yet mocking light as she said: "Maj
esty, bring Stewart with you when you
come. He'll be the rage."
Madeline treated tlio remark with
the same merry lightness with which
It was received by the others; but
after the train hnd pulled out tnd she
was on her way home she remembered
Helen's words and looks with some
thing almost amounting to a shock.
Any mention of Stewart, any thought
of him, displeased her.
"What did Helen mean?" mused
Madeline. And she pondered. That
mocking light In Helen's eyes had
been cltuply an Ironical glint, a cyn
ical gleam from that worldly experi
ence ho suspicious and tolerant in Its
wisdom. The sweet gravity of Helen's
look had bevn a deeper and more sub
tle thing. Madeline wanted to under
stand It, to divine In It a new rela
tion between Helen and herself, some
thing line and sisterly that might lead
to love. The thought, however, re
volving nround u strange suggestion
of Stewart, wn poNoned at Its Incep
tion, and she dismissed It.
L'ion the drive In to the ranch, ns
she was passing the lower lake, she
saw Stewart walking listlessly along
the shore. When ho became aware
of the approach of the car he sudden
ly nwakened from his aimless snunter
Ing nml disappeared quickly In the
shade of the shrubbery T'hls was not
by any means the first time Madeline
hud seen htm avoid a possible meeting
with her. Somehow the act had
pained her, though affording her n
relief. She did not want to meet him
face to face.
It was annoying for her to guess
that Stlllwell had something to say In
Stewnrt's defense. The old cattleman
was evidently distressed. Several
times he hnd tried to open a conversa
tion with Madeline relntlng to Stew
art ; she had evaded him until the Inst
time, when his persistence hnd brought
u cold nnd Anal refusal to hear an
other word nbe-ut the foreman. Still
well had been crushed.
As days passed Stewart remnlned at
the ranch without his old faithfulness
to his work. Madeline was not moved
to a kinder frame of mind to see him
wandering dejectedly nround. It hurt
her. nnd because It hurt her she grew
all the harder.
A telegram from Douglas, heralding
the coming of Alfred and a minister,
put an end to Madeline's brooding, and
she shared something of Florence
Klngsley's excitement. The cowboys
were ns eager and gossipy as girls.
It was arranged to huve the wedding
ceremony performed In Madeline's
great hall-chamber, and the dinner In
the cool, tlower-scented patio.
Alfred and his minister arrived ut
tlio ranch In tlio big white car. They
appeared considerably wind-blown. In
fact, the minister was breathless, nl
most sightless, nnd certainly hatless.
Alfred, used as he was to wind nnd
speed, remarked that he did not won
der at Nels' aversion to riding a Hoot
ing cnnuoii'bull, Tho Imperturbable
Link took off bis enp and goggles nnd,
consulting his watch, made his usual
apologetic report to Madeline, deplor
ing the fact that n teamster and a few
stray cattle on the road had held him
down to the mannna time of only a
mile a minute.
Arrangements for tho wedding
brought Alfred's delighted approval.
When he had learned nil I'lorence and
Madeline would tell 111 t ti he expressed
a desire to have the cowboys attend;
and then he went on to talk about
California, whom ho was going to take
Florence on n short trip.
On tho following day Alfred and
Florence were imirrlcd. Floienee's
slater and seernl friends from El
Oujon were present, beside Madeline,
Stlllwell, and his men. It was Alfred's
express wish that Stewart attend the
ceremony. Madeline was amused
when she noticed the painfully sup
pressed excitement of the cowboys.
For them n wedding must huve been
, an unusual and Impressive eytat. Sho
begun to hav a tmtr understawtlea
of tho nature of It when they caet off
restraint nad pressed forward to kiss
the bride. In all her life Madeline
hnd never seen a bride kissed so much
and so hcnrtlly, nor one so flushed
and disheveled and hnppy. Thin In
deed was u Joyful occasion.
Tho dluner began quietly enough
with the cowboys divided between em
bnrrusMiiont nnd voracious appetites
that they evidently feared to Indulge.
Wine, however, loosened their tongues,
and when Stlllwell got up to make the
speech everybody soemed to oxirect of
him they greeted him with a ronr.
Stlllwell was now one huge, moun
tainous smile. He was so happy thnt
he appeared on the verge of tenrs. He
rambled on ecstatically till he camo
to raise bis glass.
"An' now, girls an' boys, lot's nil
drink to the bride nn' groom; to their
sincere an' lnstln' love; to their hap
piness an' prosperity; to their good
health an' long life. Let' drink to
the unltln' of the East with tho West.
No man full of red blood nn the real
breath of life could resist a Western
girl an' u good boss nn' God's free
hand that open country out there.
So we claim Al Hammond, nn' may
we bo true to him. An', friends, I
think It lit tin that we drink to his
sister an' to our hopes. Ileah's to tlio
ludy we hope to make our Majesty!
Heuli's to the man who'll come rldln'
out of the West, u line, big-henrted
mun with a fust boss an' u strong
rope, an' may he win an' hold her!
come, friends, drink."
A heuvy pound of horses' hoofs nnd
u yell outside arrested StlllweU's
voice and halted his hand In midair.
The patio became us silent as un
Through tho open doors nnd win
dows of Madeline's chamber burst the
sounds of horses stamping to a hnlt,
then harsh speech of men, nnd a low
cry of a woman In pain.
lUipId steps crossed the porch, en
tered .Madeline's room. Nels nppeared
In the doorway. Madellno was sur
prised to sc that ho had not been
at the dinner-table. She was dis
turbed at sight of his face.
"Stewart, you're wanted outdoors,"
called Nels, bluntly. "Monty, you
slope out here with me. You, Nick,
an' Stlllwell I reckon the rest of you
bed better shut the dors nn' stay In
side." Nels disappeared. Quick as a cat
Monty glided out. Madeline heard
his soft, swift steps pass from her
room into her olllce. He hud left his
guns there. Madeline trembled. She
saw Stewart get up quietly ond with
out any change of expression on his
dark, sad face leave the pntlo. Nick
Steele followed him. Stlllwell dropped
his wine-glass. As It broke, shivering
tho silence, Ills huge smile vanished.
Ills face Get Into the old crngglness
and the red slowly thickened Into
black. Stlllwell went out and closed
the door behind him.
Then there was a blank silence. The
enjoyment of the moment had been
rudely disrupted. Madellno glanced
down tho lines of brown faces to seo
the pleasure fade Into tho old familiar
"What's wrens?" nsked Alfred, rath
er stupidly. Tho chango of mood hnd
been too rapid for him. Suddenly
he nwnkened, thoroughly nroused nt
the Interruption. "I'm going to see
who's hutted In here to spoil our din
ner," ho snld, nnd strode out.
Ho returned before nny one nt the
table had spoken or moved, nnd now
the dull red of nnger mottled his fore
head. "It's the sheriff of El Cajin!" he
cxclnlmed, contemptuously. "Pat
Hnwe with 6omo of his touch dep-
He Was So Happy That He Appeared
on tho Verac of Tears.
titles come to arrest Geno Stewart.
They've got that poor little Mexican
girl out there tied an a horse. Con
found that sherltTI"
Madeline calmly rose from the table,
eluding Florence'! retreating baud,
and started for the door. The cow
boys Jumped up. Alfred barred her
"Alfred, I am going out," she said.
"No, I gi is not," ho replied.
"That's no pluco for you. Muybo
there'll be a light. You can do noth
ing. You must not go."
"Perhaps I can prevent trouble,"
As she left the pallo she wns aware
that Alfred, with Florence at bis sde
and tho cowboys behind, were start
ing to follow her. When she got out
of her room upon the jMirch she heard
several men In loud, angry discission.
Then, ut sight of P.onlta helplessly
and cruelly Upund vu&u a bores, jute
esd cU8liTlri and sufTermg, Mafe
II ae experienced the thrill that elgfil
r mention of this girl always gave
her. It yielded to a hot pang In he?
btdft that live pain which so
shuuied her. But utmost Instantly, as
a (locond glance showed un ugony lu
Honlta's fare, her bruised arms where
the rope bit deep Into the flesh, her
little brown bands stulucd with blood,
Madeline was overcome by pity for
the unfortunate girl and a woman's
righteous passion nt such barbarous
treatment of one of her own hex.
The man holding tile bridle of the
horse on which Bonltti had been bound
wus nt once recognized by Madeline
ns the blg-bodled, bullct-hcnded guer
rilla who had found the basket of wine
In the spring nt camp. ltedder of
face, blacker of beard, coarser of as
pect, ovldently under the Influence of
liquor, he was us fierce-looking us a
gorilla nnd as repulsive. Besides lit in
thoro were three other men present,
all mounted on weary horses. The
one In the foreground, guunt, sharp
featured, red-eyed, with a pointed
henrd, she recognized as the sheriff of
Stlllwell saw Madeline, nnd, throw
ing up his hands, roared to he heard.
This quieted the gestlculutlng, quar
"Wul now, Pat Howe, what's drivln'
you like u locoed steer on tlio ram
page?" demanded Stlllwell.
"Keep In the truces, Bill," replied
Huwe. "You savvy what I como for.
I've been bldln' my time. But I'm
ready now. I'm hyur to arrest u crlm
inul." The huge frame of tho old cattle
man Jerked us If I u hud been stubbed,
ills face turned purple.
"What crlmlu.ilY" ho shouted,
The sheriff flicked his quirt against
his dirty boot, and l,e twisted his thin
lips luto u leer.
"Why, Bill, I kr. iwed you bed a no
good outfit rldln' this range; but I
wasn't wise thet you bed mure'n one
"Cut that talk ! Which cowboy ure
you wantln' to arrest?"
Hnwe'a manner nltercd.
"Geno Stewurt," he replied, curtly.
"On whnt charge?"
"For klllln' u Greaser one night Inst
"So you're still hurpln' on that?
Put, you're on the wrong trull. You
can't lay that klllln' onto Stewart.
The thing's ancient by now. But If
you insist on brlngln' him to court, let
the arrest go today we're bavin'
some llestu hyar an' 111 fetch Gene
in to El Cajon."
"Nope. 1 reckon 111 take him when
I got the chance, before ho slopes."
"I'm glvln' you my word," thun
"I reckon I don't hev to tnko your
word, Bill, or unybody else's."
StlllweU's great bulk quivered with
his rage, yet he made n successful ef
fort to control It.
"See hyur, Pat Huwe, I know what's
reasonable. Law Is law. But in this
country there nlwnys bus been an' Is
now a safe an satuj way to proceed
with the law. Mcbbe you've forgot
Uiat. I'm n-goln' to give you a hunch.
Pat, you're not overllked In these
parts. You've rid too much with a
high hand. Some of your deals hev
been shady, un' don't you overlook
whnt I'm snyln'. But you're the sher
iff, nn' I'm respectln' your ofllce. I'm
respectln' it this much. If the milk
of human decency Is so soured In your
breast that you can't hev u kind feel
In', then try to avoid the onplensnnt
ne8s that'll result from nny contrary
move on your part today. Do you get
"SUUwell, you're tlirentenln' an of
ficer," replied Hawe, angrily. "I come
to nrrest Mm, nn' I'm goln' to."
"So that's your game!" shouted
Stlllwell. "Wc-b'iI are glad to get you
straight, Pat. Now listen, you cheap,
red-eyed coyote of a sheriff! You don't
care how many enemies you make.
You know you'll never get ofllce agnln
In tills county. What do you cure
now? It's amnzln' strange how earn
est you are to hunt down the man who
killed that particular Greaser. I
reckon there's been some dozen or
more klllln's of Greasers In the lHst
year. Why don't you tnke to trnlltn'
some of them klllln's? I'll tell you
why. You're afraid to go near the
border. An' your hate of Geno Stew
art makes you want to hound him an'
put him where he' never been yet
in Jail. You wmt Ut spite his friends.
Wal, listen, you lennJawed, skunk
bitten coyote! Qo abend nn' try to
Stlllwell took one mighty stride off
the porch. His Inst words had been
cold. His rugo appeared to have been
transferred to Hawe. The sheriff
had begun to stutter nnd shako n
lanky red hand nt tho cattleman when
Stewnrt stepped out.
"Here, you lenows, give mo a
chance to say a word."
As Stewart appeared tho Mexican
girl suddenly seemed vltnllzed out of
her stupor. She strained nt her bonds,
ns if to lift her hands beseechingly.
A flush nnlmated her haggard face,
and her big eyes lighted.
"Senor Gene. she moaned. "Help
me! I so seek. They bent me, rope
me, 'mos' keel me. Ob, help me, Senor
"S!iutup, er I'll gng you." said tlio
mnn who held Bonltr.'s horse.
"Muzzle her, Rneed, If sho blabs
again," called Hnwe.
Madeline felt something tense nnd
strained working In tho short silence.
Was It only a phase of her thrilling
excitement? Her swift glance showed
the faces of Nels and Monty and Nick
to bo brooding, cold, watchful. She
wondered why Stewart did not look
toward Bonltu. He, too, was now
dark-faced, cool, quiet, with something
ominous nbout him.
"Wavr, 111 fubmit t arrost .
any fuss," he mini, slowly, "If you-JJ
take the ropes off that girl."
"Nope," replied the sheriff. "She
got uway from me onut. She's Imwg
tled now, an' she'll stuy huwg-tled."
Madeline thought she saw Stewart
give a slight start. But an unaccount
able dimness came oer ner eyes, ut
brief intervals obscuring her keen
"All rbht, let's hurry out of here,
Mild Stewart. "You've made annoy
ance enough. IUde down to the cor
ral with me. I'll get my horse and go
"Hold on!" yelled Hnwe, as Stewnrt
turned uwny. "Not so fast. Wlio'a
doin' tills? You'll ride one of my
puck-horses, nn' you'll go in irons."
"You want to handcurf me?" queried
Stewart, with sudden swift sturt of
"Wnnt to? Haw, how! Nope, Stew
art, thet Jest my wuy with boss
thieves, raiders Greasers, murderers,
an alch. See hyar, you Sneed, git off
an' put the irons on this man."
The guerrlllu called Sneed slid off
Ills horso and began to fumble in his
Stlllwell was gating nt Stewart In a
kind of Imploring amnze.
"Gene, you nln't goln' to stand fer
them handcuffs?" he pleaded.
"Yes," replied the cowboy. "Bill,
olj friend, I'm nn o-itslder here.
There's no call for Miss Hammond and
nnd her brother nnd Florence to be
worried further nbout me. Their
happy day has already been spoiled
on my uccount. I want to get out
"Wul, you might bo too d n consid
erate of Miss Hammond's sensitive
feelln's." Thoro was now uo trace of
"Senor Genel" She Moaned. "Help
Mel I So Seek."
tho courteous, kindly old rancher. Ho
looked harder than stone. "How ubout
my feelln's? I want to know If you're
goln' to let this sneakln' coyote, this
last gasp of the old rum-guzzlln'
frontier sheriffs, put you In Irons an'
huwg-tle you an' drive you off to Jail?"
"Yes," replied Stewnrt, steadily.
"Wal, by Gawd! You, Geno Stew
nrt! Whut's come over you? Why,
man, go In the house, an' I'll 'tend to
this feller. Then tomorrow you can
ride In nn' give yourself up like a
"No. I'll go. Thanks, Bill, for the
way you and tho boys would stick to
me. Hurry, Hawe, before my mind
His voice broke at last, betraying
the wonderful control he had kept over
his passions. As he ceased speaking ha
seemed suddenly to become spiritless.
He dropped his head.
When the mnn Sneed ennio forward,
Jingling the Iron fetters, Madeline's
blood turned to lire. She would hnvo
forgiven Stewart then for lapsing into
the kind of cowboy It had been her
blind and sickly sentiment to abhor.
This was a man's West a man's game.
At that moment, with her blood hot nnd
racing, she would have gloried In tlio
violence which she lmd so deplored:
she would have welcomed tho action
that hud characterized Stewart's treat
ment of Don Carlos; she had In her
the sudden dawning temper of a wom
an who hnd been assimilating tho life
nnd nature around her and who would
not hnvo turned her eyes away from
a harsh nnd bloody deed.
But Stewart held forth his hands to
bo manacled. Then Madellno heard
her own voice burst out lu a ringing,
Imperious "Wnlt !"
Sneed dropped the manacles. Stew
art's fnco took on a chalky whiteness.
Hnwe, In a slow, stupid embarrass
ment beyond his control, removed his
sombrero In n respect that seemed
wrenched from him.
"Mr. Hawe, I cun prove to you that
Stewart was not concerned in uny way
whatever with the crime for which you
wnnt to arrest him."
The sheriffs stare underwent n blink
ing chnnge. Ho coughed, Htunimered,
and tried to sp?:1.- Manifestly, ho hnd
been thrown completely off his bal
ance. Astonishment slowly merged!
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Industry In Province of Quebec.
Fifty years ago the Industrial es
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