The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1908-04-10
Copyright BY A. C. hct.iurg 4 Co.. 1907
SYNOPSIS.

SrNOPSIS..
George Williston, a poor ranchman.
cattle missing from his ranch-the Lazy
s" On wooded spot in the rivers bed
that would have been an island had the
covers band of horse thieves engaged
in working over brands cattle He
creeps near enough to note the chang
steer to the j. r. brand. Paul Lang
ford, the rich owner of the Three
Bars" is informed of the operations of
outlaws headed by Jesse Black, who
long have defied the law and authori-
ties Of Kemah county, South Dakota:
.angford is struck with the beauty of
Mary, commonly known as "Williston's
little girl" Louise Dale. an expert
court stenographer;, who had followed
the east to the .Dakotahs." and who
is living, with him at. Wind City, is
E%anestedc coIG0 by the oo,,m COUNTY a't1rn"y
hearing f'ss Of Jesse Black. Jim Munson. in
M waiting herd ai Of se cnn a" 5snF bS shpped o"Sy y
Bill Brown and there detects old
Mag" well known ''orncry" steer be
Bars. ranch. Nun son and Louise start
for kemah. Crowds assemble in Justice
James r. McAlister's court for the
preliminary hearing. Jesse Black
prises, waiving examination. Through
Jake sanderson member of the out
steer Mag had been recovered and thus
the uselessness of fighting against
being bound over Richard Gordon. the
county attorney. who is unpopular be-
cause of his many failures to secure con-
victons in court wins the admiration of
Louise, which is mutual. County Attorney
Gordon accompanies Louise Dale on her
return to Wind City. He tells her of the
disappointments of his office. of witnesses
that can be brbed and of the system of
tamperng with justice which prevents
the girls sympathy. While Williston
stands in the light in IL, his door at night Z, I,
and battle cnsues between Williston and
his daughter. on one side. and the out.
n"f fire on As hs otsr rases hs rife ss to-
shootsWiliston shot from an unknown
kTonrce pierces his arms and the rifle falls
but he and his daughter are captured and
borne away by the outlaws Jim Munson
late at night heard the shots. discovered
the attack on Williston's house. hurried
to the Three Bars ranch and summoned
Langford and his brave men to the res
cue. It was Langford who fred the shot
which saved WiliSton'S life. l.angford
Icscues Mary from her captor.
CHAPTER x.-Continued.
Poor little girl" he breatehed over
her as her white face dropped with
unconscious pathos against his big
shoulder Poor little girl-l'm sorry
! didn't mean to-honest-l'm sor-
ry' He chafed her hands gently.
And l don't know where your father
is. either. Are you hurt anywhere. or
have you only tainted? God knows |
don't wonder 1t was hellish. Why,
child. child. your arm! 1t is broken.
Oh. little girl, didn't mean to-hon-
est-honest. I'm sorry"
Jim rode up painting, eyes blood
shot.
I'VE can't find hirn, boss. They've
carried him off, dead or alive"
rs it so. jim? Ara you sureo How
far did you folow?'
We mast have followed the wrong
lead If any one wan ridin double, it
wasn't the ones We were after, that's
one thing sure. The blamed hOss
thieves pulled clean away from us.
Our hosses were plumb winded any
way. And-there's deader out there.
boss lowering his voice; Il found
him as I came back"
That explains why no one was rid
Ing double" said Langford, thought
fully.
"Hows the gal, boss"
Il don't know, Jim. I-don't know
what to do now"
His eyes were full of trouble
Amt no use crytn' over split milk
and that's a fac. Bout as sensible as
a tryin' to pick it up after 1t is split.
We won't find Wllliston this here
night, that's one thing sure. So we'll
just tote the little gal home to the
Three Bars with US
The boys were returning. silent,
gloomy. disconsolate. They eyed the
boss tentatively Would they receive
praise or censure! They had worked
hard.
You're all right, boys" said Lang
ford, smiling away their gloom. But
about the girl There is no woman at
the Three Bars, you know
SO you'd leave her out all night to
the dew and the coyotes and the boss
thieves. would ycu,' interrupted Jim,
with a fine sarcasm, Jest because
there amt no growed-up woman at the
Three Bars? What dye think Willis
IONS little gal'd care for style? She
amt afraid O us OIL grizzled fellers.
! hope to the Lord there won't never
be no growed-up woman at the Three
Hars-yep. that's what l hope
think that mouse-haired gal reporter
d be just turrible fussy, and | think
she's goin' to marry down eastern
or chap. anyway"
Just pick up that fellow. will you.
boys. and strap him to his horse. and
well take him along" said Langford.
! don't believe he's dead
What fellow?" asked the Scribe,
rsering casually about.
Langford had unconsciously ridden