Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-08-08
By Julie Opp Faversham.
Adapted from the play by Edwin Milton Royle.

on before him. Then he linked his
arm through Buds.
Say, Bud, I'll bet you saddle TO
shoe-string you never roped the
man who killed Cash Hawkins ut
Maverick"
clark, who seemed deliberately to
Keep near Bud, gave an involuntary
1 look OF surprise at the Sheriff, but
the flash OF anger on Buds blowsei
crimson face, quickly cowed him
Oh" Bud, said, lightly, chat was
years and years ago, Shorty" and with
his arm about him he followed the
men towards their quarters.
Clarke fingered to cast a furtive
glance at the hut and stables, but
only for moment, for he quickly
realized that Bill was intently watch
ing him.
Jim turned to go to the house-th,m
paused. He could see Bill against tho
hitching.post tearing a straw into
wisps that fluttered and fell lifeless
to the ground There was not enough
breeze to carry even strand away.
He must speak to Bill, but how
could he express anytime of the DESC
lation he felt at this parting Of their
ways.
BILL" he began, In low voice.
and Bill, who OWNED the words that
were about to follow made no answer;
he only held tighter to the post. He
could hardly see the boss; a blur
swept before his eyes. He made no
effort to move, he felt he could not.
"Bill," said Jim again, as he camo
/ to him, you must get out and look
for another job" Jim clinched his
hands tight as he added, "1'll be sorry
to lose you, old man."
| II know you will" Bill huskily an.
| swered. as he kept his eyes lowered
to the ground Then, almost in a
growl. he questioned, "And what are
you going to do. boss?"
The despair Of broken mans life
answered Bill as Jim said, in a level
fiat tone, "sell out-move on-begin
all over again-somewhere. Then
with the indomitable will that was
ever part Of him, he added. more
hopefully, There must be place
for me somewhere Mastering him
self, he added, as he took Bills knot
ted hand in his, II won't offer to pay
you, Bill"
And Bill who knew by this fneness
of perception on Jim's part why he
loved the boss, answered, "You better
not" and wrung Jim's hand in both
of his.
mot now" Jim said, with the old
hope aagin rising to encourage him,
that later he might be able to help
Bill. "In my life I've had one friend
and only one" He laid his hands on
| - So. III.
his eyes,
But Bill could not stand the strain
of it any longer. "You make me
tired" he gulped, and Jim smiled.
"Why did you pay those cayotes
three or four times what you owe
em?" Bill scolded, gruf1y, but kind
ly. "Iit's wicked jim You're senti.
mental fool.'
AS though bestowing final benz
diction, Jim answered, "And you're
another-God bless you," and then
dropped on the log and seemed to
forget Bill and all about him.
Bill stood a moment. then ttp-toed
away, while Jim sat watching the
afternoon shadows beginning to creep
up towards the hut.
CHAPTER Xxx.
Towards noon the next day, Bud
sought Jim to ask further hospitality.
The horses were still in bad condi,
ton, he explained and he would es.
/ teen it an invaluable service II he
would allow them to remain another
night on the ranch Jim readily
acquiesced. Now that he had taken
the final step to sever himself from
the ranch, there we're many details
to be personally directed and settled.
Bill and he were often in conference,
and the sale could be accomplished
within a few days. While Bill worked
he watched Bud and Clarke. OF his
suspicion that they were trying tn
take some unfair advantage, he did
not speak. Only his ferret-lil1e glances
constantly followed them And his in
stinctive distrust was further aroused
by visit from Tabywana.
\ As he and Jim sat before. the house
with a list that Jim was explaining to
Bill, Baco, the half-breed who worked
about the place, suddenly called in
greeting to Tabywana With his bon
net Of gorgeous feathers trailing down
/ his back his body draped in a blanket
and in his hand the peace-pipe, the
chief entered. How he answered
as passed Baco. Both Bill and Jim
arose.
''Why, hello Chief! where'd yo,
blow in fror?" Bill called.
Again Tabywana answered, Howl"
Jim ADVANCED How" he said.
''The peace chief never comes ex-
cept to do lis favor. Baco, ask him
what we can do for him.
AS Tabywana pointed TO his pipe he
spoke to Raco "He says. Let us sit
down and SMOKE" interpreted Baco.
Certainly" Jim answered. His
years of living among the Indians had
accustomed him to their ceremonies,
and the four men crossed their legs
and seated themselves on the ground
forming a hnlf-circle. Tabywana be-
gan filing and fighting his pipe.
"Baco." Jim commanded. tell Taby-
wana that we are always glad to meet
him end see him face to face. He is
our. friend"