The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-11-09
CONTINUED From Saturday.

well, / reckon that's goin' somei"
he boasted, when the h~and-clapping
subsidized, bowling low to Polly and Mrs.
Allen.
"Goin'?' laughed Polly. "Llmpin' is
what / call 1t. If you don't learn to
switch off, you'll get a callous on that
one finger of yourn." Fresno looked at
that member obviously.
Amt music civilizin'? ?" suggested
Show Low to Jim Allen.
you bet!' the ranchman agreed.
"Take a PLAINLY an enough Winches-
tiers an you can civilize the hull of
China"
Fresno could kill more with his
pianny-play than his g~un-play," sug-
gested Show Low.
Mrs. Allen bethought herself that
there was a lot of work to be done In
preparation for the party. Even If
everything was ready. the dear old
soul would find something to do or
worry about.
"Come, now clear out of here, the
hull kit an b'ilin' of you she ordered.
The men hastily crowded out on the
piazza.
Take that packin'-case out of sight
If you mean this pianny to be a sur
prise to Echo. She'll be %trottin' back
here in no time she added.
Fresno had fingered to assure Jim:
This we're birthdays goin' to be a sue
cess. Would o like another selec-
TOM he eagerly asked.
Not unless you wash your finger"
snapped Mrs. Allen, busy polishing the
keys Fresno had struck. you left a
grease-spot on every key you've
touched she explained.
Fresno held up his finger for Aliens
inspection. i've been greasin' the
wagon was his explanation.
cit out with the rest of them" she
commanded. 1--WE got enough to do
to look after that cake" Mrs. Allen
darted into the kitchen. Jim slowly
filled his pipe and hunted up the most
comfortable chair. After w or three
trials he found one to suit him. and
sank back with a sigh of content.
Jack amt back yet7' Polly put the
question.
mo, he rode over for the mail"
Polly r%earranged the chairs in the
room. picking up and replacing the
articles on the table to suit her W
artistic conceptions. She Strengthened
out a ar-bonnet on the wall. She was
Ticking eff a spot of dust on the gilt
chair that Jack had got as a wedding
present for Echo on the day of the
station agents murder. and, being re-
minded of the tragedy, she asked:
THAT posse didn't catch the parties
that killed Terrill, did they?"
mot that I heal on. Slim Hoover he
tool the boys that night an tried to
pick up the trail after it entered the
river. but they couldn't find where it
come out"
Zone of them f~ellers. the man that
left the station alones and probably
done the job, rode a pacin' horse" an
swered Jim. between puffs of his pipe.
"Then he's q stranger to these parts.
Jacks pinto paces-it's his regular gait.
It's the only pacing boss round here
That's so" he assented, but made
30 further comment. The full force Of
the observation did not strike him at
the time.
Polly began to pump Colonel Jim,
were several recent happenings
which she did not fully comprehend.
At the inquisitive age and a girl, she
wanted TO know all hat was going on.
"Jack's been acting mighty queer of
late" she ventured. Like he's got
something on his mind"
Jim smiled at her simplicity and iok-
ingly replied: well. he's married"
The retort eXasperated Polly. She
was not meeting with the success she
desired. "Do hush," she cried, in her
annoyance.
"That's enough on any mans mind"
Jim laughed as he sauntered out of
the door.
Something queer about Jack" OBJ
served Polly. seating herself at the
table. "He amt been the same man
the weddin'. He's all right when
Fcho's around. but when he thinks no
is watchin' him he sits around and
siehs."
Jack entered the room at this mo-
ment. Absentmindedly he hung his
hat and spurs on a rack and leaned his
rife against the wall. signing deeply as
did so. So engrossed was he in his
thoughts that he did rot notice Polly
he reached the table. He started
In surprise when he saw her. Hello.
was his greeting. Where Is
Polly rose hastily at the sound of his
voice.
Didn't you meet her? she asked.
I'VE got her to ride w toward Tucson
morning to get her out OF the way
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