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RED CLOUD. NEBRASKA. CHIEF
THE BRANDING IRON
By Katharine Newlin Burt
Copyright by Katharlna K. Butt
Jon Iindls, eighteen years
old, wlfo of Pierre, Is the daugh
ter of John Carver, who mur
dered her mother for adultery.
Hor lonely life, with her father,
In n Wyoming cabin, unbrurablo,
Joan leaves him to work In a
hotel In a nenrby town, Joan
mcotn Pierre, ai tho two, mutu
ally attracted, are married. Carv
er tells Plorro story of Joan's
mother. Pierre forces a cattle
brand. Prank Holllwell, young
minister, presents books to Joan,
Tlerro forbids her to read them.
CHAPTER V Continued.
"There'.! poetry this time," ho mild,
"act Pierre to rend It iiloiid to you."
T1k suggestion wbb met by a rude
laugh from Pierre.
"I wouldn't be wnslln' my time," he
It wns the first rift In Ills cour
tesy. Holllwell looked up In sharp
surprise. He saw n flush of the truth, n
Jlttlo wriggle of the green serpent In
Plerro'H eyes before they fell. He
flushed and glanced nt Joan. She
wore nn almost timorous nlr, accepted
hlfl remarks In silence, shot doubtful
looks nt Pierre before nho answered
questions, was an entirely different
Joan. Now Holllwell was angry and
he stiffened townrd his host and host
ess, dropped ull hi? talk nhout the
books and smoked hnughtlly. He was
young and over-sensitive, no more
master of himself In this Imjtnnce than
Pierre and .Tnnn. But before he loft
after supper, refusing a bed, though
Pierre conquered his dislike sufllclent
l.v to urge It, Holllwell had n moment
with Joan. It was very touching. He
would tell nhout It nfterwnrd, but
for n long time he could not henr to
She tried to return hla hooks, com
Ing with her arms full of thorn nnd
lifting up eyes Hint were almost
tragic with renunciation.
"I can't bo tnklng time to read
them. Mr. Holllwell," she said, that
extraordinary, ovvr-expresslve voice of
hers running an octave) of regret; "nn
someway Pierre don't like thut I
should spend my ovcnln's on them.
Seems like ho thinks I was settln' my
self up to be knowln' more than him."
She laughed rupfully. "Me knowln'
more'H Pierrot It's laughable. Hut
anyways I don't want him to be think
in thnt. So take the books, please.
I like them." She paused. "I love
them," she said hungrily, and blink
ing, thrust them Into his hands.
no put them down on the table.
"Yon'ro wrong, Joan," he said quickly.
"You mustn't give In to such a foolish
Idea. Yon have rights of your own, n
life of your own. Pierre mustn't Btnnd
In tho way of your learning. You
mustn't let him. I'll speak to hlm."
"Oh, no!" Some Intuition warned
her of the danger In his doing this.
"Well, then, keep your hooks and
talk to Pierre about them. Try to per
suade him to read aloud to you. I
shan't be back now till spring, but I
want you to read this winter, rend
all the stufT that's there. Oome, .Toun,
to please me," and he smiled coax
tafly. "I nln't nfrald of Pierre," said Jrfcn
lowly. Her pride was ntung y the
nggcstlon. Til keep tho books."
Bttt sighed. "Good-by. When I seo
you In tho spring, I'll be a right
She held out her hand and he took
nnd held It, pressing It In his own.
Ho felt troubled about her, unwllllnsr
to Itfnvo her In tho snowbound wilder
ness with thnt young savage of tho
"Oood-by," snld Pierre behind hlm.
His soft voice had a click.
Holllwol! turned to him. "Oood-by,
Landls. I shan't soo either of you till
the spring. I wish yon a good winter
nnd T hope " Ho broke off and held
out his hand. "Well," snld he, "you're
pretty far out of everybody's way
here. Be good to each other."
"D n your Interference I" snld
Pierre's eyes, but he took the hand
and even escorted Holllwell to hla
Snow came early and deep that win
ter. Plorro had cut and stneked his
winter wood; ho hud sent his cows to
n richer mnn's ranch for winter feed
Ing. There was very little for hlm to
do. After he had brought In two
bucket of water from the well and
had cut for the day's consumption a
piece of meat from his elk hanging
outiilde against tho wnll, he had only
to sit nnd smoke, to read old magn
r.lnes and pupors and to watch Joan.
Then the poisonous roots of his Joal
ousy struck deep. Always his brain,
falsely Interpreting her wistful silence
she was thinking of the parson, hun
gry to read his books, longing for the
open season and his coming again to
In December n man came In on
snowshoes bringing "the mnll" one
letter for Pierre, a communication
which brought heat to his face. Tho
Forest sorvlco threatened him with a
loss of land; It pointed to some flaw
In his title; part of his property, tho
most valuable part, had not yet been
surveyed. . . . Pierre looked up
with set Jaws, every lighting Instinct
sharpened to hold what was his own.
"I hev put In two years' hard work
on them acres," he told his visitor
"an' I'm not plnnnln' to glvo them over
to tho tlrst fool favored by the Serv
ice. My tltlo Is as clean us my hand.
It'll tnko more'n thievery un' nioro'i
splt to tako It nway from me."
"You better go to Robinson." ad
rifled the bearer of tho letter; "can't
get after them fellers too soon. It's
n country where you can easy come
by what you want, but where It nln't
bo easy to hold onto It. If It ain't
yer land It's yer bosses; If It ain't
jer bosses It's yer wife." He looked
at Joan and Intigbcd.
Pierre went white nnd dumb; the
chance shot had Inflamed his wound.
Ho strapped on his snowshoes and
bnde a grim good-by to Joan, after
the mnn had loft. "Don't yon bo
wastln' oil while I'm nway," he told
her sharply, standing In the doorway,
his head level with the steep wall of
snow behind him, nnd he gave her a
threatening look so that the tender
ness In her heart was frozen.
After he had gone, "Pierre, say a
real good-by, say good-by," she whis
pered. Her fn.ee cramped and tears
Sho henrd his steps lightly crunch
ing ncross the hard, bright surfneo of
the snow; they entered Into the ter
rible frozen silence. Then she turned
from tho door, dried her eyes with her
sleeve like n little vlllngo girl, and
ran across the room to n curtain shelf.
Plerro would he gone n week. She
would not waste oil, but she would
rend. It, was with the appetite of n
starved creature that she foil upon
Plorro Takes 8tepa to Preserve His
A log full forward and Joan lifted
her bend. She had not come to nn end
of Isabella's trngedy nor of her own
memories, but something other than
the falling log had startled her; a
light, crunching step upon the snow.
Sho looked toward tho window. Tor
an Instant the room was almost dark
nnd the white night peered In at her,
Its gigantic snow-peuks pressing
ngalnBt the long, horizontal window
panes, nnd In thnt Instant she saw a
face. Joan came to her feet with
pounding pulses. It hnd been Pierre's
face, hut at the snme time the face
of n stranger. He had come back
Ave days too soon nnd something ter
rible hnd happened. Surely his chanc
ing to see her with her book would
not make him look like thnt. Besides,
she wns not wasting oil. Sho had
stood up, but at tlrst she was Incapable
of moving forward. For the first time
In her life she knew the paralysis of
unreasoning fear. Then the door
opened and Plerro enmc In out of the
"What brought you bnck so soon?"
"Too soon for you, eh?" He strode
over to tho hearth whero she had lain,
took up the book, struck It with his
She- Turnod Her Hawd, All That She
Jiand as though It had hepn a lmtcd
faco, and flung It Into the fire. "I
seen you through tho window," he said.
"So you been hnnny rendlu' while T
"111 got you supper. I'll light the
lamp," Joan stnmmored.
Pierre's faco was pale, his black hair
lay In wet streaks on his reunite. Tf
must have trnveled at furious speed
through tne bitter cold to be In such
n sweat. There was a invstortnno
controlled disorder In his look nnd
there nrose from him the odor of
strong drink. But he was .steady and
suro In all his movements and his
eyes wore dendly cool and reason
able only It was tho reasonableness
of Insanity, reasonableness based on
tho wldlest premises of unreason.
"I don't want no supper, nor no
light." he said. "Firelight's enough
for you to read parsons' books by; It's
enough fcr mo to do what I oughter
done long afore tonight."
Sho stood In the middle of the
small, log-walled room, arrested in the
act of lighting a match, nnd stared at
hlm with troubled eyes. Slip was no
longer nfi'nld. After all, strange as ho
looked, more strangely as he talked,
he was her Plorro. her man. The con
fidence of her heart had not been seri
ously shaken by his coldness and his
moods during this winter. There had
been fines of tierce, possessive tender
ness. She was his own woman, his
property; at this low counting did she
rate herself. A sane man dm s no In
Jury to his own possessions And
Pierre, of course, wao sane. He wns
HIL Ati weebK Ql
tired, angry, he had ncn drinking
her Ignorance, her Inexperience led
her to put little emphasis on the ef
fects of tho poison sold at the town
saloon. When he was warm and fed
and rested he would bu quite himself
again. She went about preparing a
wieal In splto of his words.
He did not seem to notice this. He
had tnken his eyes from her nt last
nnd wns busy with the fire. She, too,
busy nnd reassured by the familiar
occupation, ceased to watch him. Her
pulses wcro quiet now. She wns even
beginning to be glad of his return.
Why had she been so frightened? Of
course, after such n terrible Journey
alone In the bitter cold, he would look
strange. Her father, when ho came
back smelling of liquor, had nlwayi
boon more than usually morose nnd
unlike his every-dny self. He would
sit over the stove and tell her trw
story of his crime. They were hor
rible home-comings, horrlblo evenings,
but the next morning they would seem
like dreams. Tomorrow this strange
ness of Plerro'a would bo mistlike and
"I seen your sin-buster In town,"
snld Pierre. He was squatting on hla
heels over the lire which he had built
up to n grent blaze and glow and he
spoke In a queer sing-song tone
through his teeth. "He nsked nftor
you real kind. He wanted to know
how you was gettln on with tke edlca
tlon bo's ben handln' out to you. 1
tell him that you was right satisfied
with me nn' my ways an' bed quit his
books. I didn't know ns you whs
hovln' such a good time durln' my
Joan was cruelly hurt. His words
seemed to fall heavily upon her heart.
"I wasn't hcvln' a good time. I was
mlssln' you, Pierre," said she In n
low tremolo of grieving music. "Them
books, they seemed like they was all
the company I lied.
"You looked like you was mlssln' '
me," he sneered. "The sln-buster an'
I had words about you, Joan. Yes'm, '
ho give me quite n line of preaehln' j
nhout you, Joan, as how you bed
oughter develop yer own life In yer
own wny along the lines laid out by ;
him. I told him ns how I knowed
best whnt was right an' flttln" fer
my own wife; ns how, with n mother
like your'n you needed watchln' more'n
learnln' ; as how you belonged to mo I
an' not to him. An', says he, 'Sho ,
don't belong to any man, Pierre Lnn- j
dls, ho said, 'neither to you nor to
me. She belongs to her own self.'
'I'll see thnt she belongs to me,' I i
said. 'I'll fix her so she'll know It an' j
every other feller will.'"
At that he turned from the Are and
straightened to his feet. '
Joan moved backward slowly to the '
door. He had made no threatening !
sign or movement, but her fear had i
come overwhelmingly upon her and
every Instinct urged her to flight. But
before sho touched the handle of the j
door, ho flung himself with dendly,
itwlft force and silence: ncross the
room nnd took her In his arms. With '
nil her wonderful strength, Joan eo'ild
not brenk nwny from hlm. He dragged
her back to the hearth, tied her el- '
bows behind her with the scarf from
his neck, that very senrf he had worn i
when the dawn hnd shed a wistful
beauty upon him, waiting for her on
a morning not ho very long ngo. Joan
"Pierre," she cried pitifully, "what
are you a-goln' to do to me?"
He roped her to the heavy post of
a set of shelves built against the wall.
Then he stood nway, breathing fast.
"Now whose gel are you, Joan
Carver?" ho asked her.
"You know I'm yours, Pierre," she
sobbed. "You got no need to tie mo
to make me sny thnt."
"I got to tie you to mnke you do
more'n say It. I got to make sure you
nre It. II l-flru won't take the mire,
ness out of me nfter this."
Sho turned her head, all that sno
He was bending over the fir?, nnd
when he straightened she saw that he
held something In his hand . . ,
a long bnr of mc-tnl, white at the
shaped end. At once her memory
showed her a broad glow of sunset
falling over Pierre nt work. "There'll
be stock all over the country marked
with them two bars." he had snld.
"The Two-Bar brand, don't you fer
git Itl" She wns not likely to forget
She shut her eyes. Ho stepped close
to her nnd Jerked her blouse down
from her shoulder. She writhed nway
from him, silent In her rngo and fear
and fighting dumbly. Sho made no
nppenl. At thnt moment her henrt
wus so full of hatred that It was hard
ened to pride. He lifted his brand
and set It against the bare flush of
Then terribly sho screamed. Again,
when he took the metal away, sho
screamed. Afterward there was a
Joan hnd not lost consciousness.
Her healthy nerves stanchly received
the anguish and the shock, nor did
she make any further outcry. She
pressed her forehead against the sharp
edge of the shelf, she drovr her nails
Into her hands, nnd at Intervals she
writhed from head to foot. Circles
of pain spread from the deep burn on
hor shoulder, spread and shrank. 'The
bones of her shoulder nnd nrm ached
terribly; lire still seemed to be eat
ing Into her flesh. The air was full
of the smell of scorched skin so that
she tasted It herself. And bolter than
her hurt her henrt burned, consuming
Its own tenderness nnd love and trust.
(TO UK CONTINURP)
Great Soldler'n Weaknec6.
The great duke of Wellington wns
a believer In omens. The story It
told that he would not offer battle on
any day that he met or saw n yellow
dog cross his until.
.ett are Tnacfe
LJmvnvnn Informed and purposo-
x fill women of today may be, how-t-ver
businesslike and pructlcnl. they
hmv no disposition to turn their bucks
upon the pretty furbelows that It Is
the privilege of the gentler sex to
wear. The more advanced they be
come, the more generally appreciative
or the nlcetlen of dross they arc; the
more nlert and alive to Its posslblll
Men Tho fall season Is here and has
brought with It tho most elaborate and
FOR THE HANDY NEEDLEWOMAN
diversified styles In all departments of
dress thnt this generation has seen.
Tnklng dress accessories made of
ribbon un an example, we find them In
greater numbers than ever, and of rib
bon girdles, sashes and hags It Is safe
to say that most of them nre made at
home. Women see them In the shops
and copy them, and special designers
keep turning out new models of these
enticing and beautiful ucee.s.ories.
A (lower girdle and two bags are Il
lustrated here. Those forehanded
women who occupy their leisure time
making gifts u long wuv In advance
of the holidays will llnd Inspiration In
these tine feminine belongings. Two
toned satin ribbon In peach and yellow
is used for the lovely girdle two
lengths rolled nnd twisted together
support three flowers, have pointed
i.ctals and little rose centers made of
the ribbon. The girdle fastens with n
snap fastener under one of the flowers
and three ends of ribbon, In different
lengths, fall from It. They are trimmed
on the bias us tho ends and the middle
length show the darker side of the
At tho left n flower hag Is shown
made of two-toned (black and white)
satin ribbon. Lengths of tho ribbon
are stitched together to form the bag
nnd a Hut rosette Is set In a how of
ribbon on one of Its sides. The center
of tho rosette Is sprlpkh'd with French
knots in white silk floss, prettily slum
luting stnmens of the flower.
Two widths of green and gold bro
caded ribbon are stitched together to
a&' fis&r mii&wKaSiity'
JNk SSS) m
JFWpk lfg)sxt,'M fV:s:!VL
make tho rich hag shown at the right,
The bag Is lined with silk gathered nt
the top and sewed to a metal bag-top.
A good quality of silk or satin lines
these bags and often their handles
are made of the ribbon or of silk cord,
which Is run through a casing near
tho top and out through openings at
A frock, following the fashion of
simplicity to Its extreme, may con
sist of little more than one lar,?o
tube-like afliilr for tho body, with two
b-mall tubes for Mouvos; hut If the inn
torlal Is chosen with care nnd the
trimming applied with discrimination,
the finished garment has the dignity
and charm that belong to simplicity.
A garment of this character Is shown
nt the right of the picture. It Is ot
brocaded silk, cut In the stralghtllne
style, and Is trimmed with plain silk
rullies at the sleeves and along the
side opening. Sk Inrge pearl buttons,
and a belt of the material, contribute
the proper finishing touches to this
Ingenious, pructlcnl nr.d becoming
The other extreme of the present
fashions Is illustrated In the frock
shown at tho left. This Is of midnight,
blue crepe de chine with a deep
plaited luce bertha at the neck. Tho
circular skirt l draped In a Jong
spiral, beginning at the waistline. Tho
cuir.s are of Kmplro Inspiration and
are made of dark georgette, edged
with lace, nnd caught up to the
sleeves with Hat velvet bows.
Tho first velvet evening gowns of
the season have made their appearance
and, naturally, they nre shown In tho
long simple lines that nre favored In
coats and suits. Many are sleeveless,
with long waistlines, and jeweled gir
dles about the hips. Underblouses of
metallic cloth and brocade are bcauth
OF THE MODE
fully combined with the iashjonabla
colors In velvet, heading Is stronger
than ever and a new development !
bending appears In Inrge, cut beadf
that resemble precious stones.
t. 1921, Western Newspaper Union.)
A Practical Gown.
A frock of crepe do chine In shndtt
of blege or gray wade on strnlghl
lines and finished with collar and culT
of colored linen frilled nt the edges
Is as useful as It Is smart. Tho sleeves
are h vz and tight
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