The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-01-16

ct hearted one lQ1u the man tnat Kill
ed Terrill. Isn't he going to steal my
brother Dicks girl this very night?"
But Dick Is dead" expostulated
Polly.
"Dick isn't dead l know it-that
is" he stammered, Il feel 1t in my
bones he isn't dead And Jack feels
it too. That's why he's hurried up
this wedding"
But your own friend, Buck Mckee,
saw Dick just before. the PEACHES
killed him."
But not after it, and Buck now
thinks the rurales may have come up
in time to save him."
Seems to me if that's so he has had
time enough since then to write" OBJ
jected Polly, who was nevertheless i'm
pressed by Buds vehemence
How do you know that he has not
written?"
Polly could only gasp. These accusa-
lions were coming too fast for her to
answer.
You can't tell what man might do
In a case like that. Perhaps Dicks
away in the mountains, away from the
railroad, prospecting down in the Ghost
range. where he has been trying to To-
cate the lost lode. There's lots Of rea-
sons for his not writing to Echo, but
Echo doesn't seem to mind. A year
and a half is enough to mend any wo-
mans heart"
Now, you began Polly, who was
growing angry under the charges which
were being heaped on her two best
friends by the overweight boy.
Bud would not let her finish. but
cried: Echo never loved him. If she
did she would not be acting as she
is doing tonight"
Rushing to Echos defense. Polly an
swered, "She may or may not have
loved Dick Lane, but know that she
loves Jack Payson now with all her
heart, an even if the PEACHES did
not get your brother he Is as dead to
her as If they had"
Polly was startled and confused by
Buds accusations. Accordingly it was
relief to her when Jack PaySOn ap-
peared on the scene. They had been
so interested in their conversation that
they did not hear him ride up to the
house. Hello, Polly, Hello. Budr
were his cordial greetings, for he was
determined to ignore his former en-
ployee's hostility. Bud did not an
swer, but looked modify on the
ground.
To eastern eyes Payson's wedding at
tire would appear most incongruous.
About his waist was strapped a re-
volver His riding trousers, close fit
ding and corded, were buttoned over
the calves of his legs. Soft. highly
polished leather boots reached to his
knees. His shirt was Of silk, deeply
embroidered down the front and at
the collar. His jacket gave him ample
breathing room about the chest, but
tapered at the waist and chung close
ly over the hips. He wore a sombrero
and knOtted silk handkerchief. His
face was deeply sunburned except a
spot shaped like crescent just below
the hair line on the forehead, which
was protected from the sun by the hat
and the shade CT the brim. A similar
line of fairer skin ran around the edge
of the scalp. beginning over the ears
His hair shaded the upper part Of his
neck from the suns rays. When his
hair was trimmed the untanned part
showed as plainly as If painted. It Is
the mark Of the plainsman in q city
or on holiday
well, It's about time that you got
here" said Polly. with sigh of re-
lief. Where have you been?"
II stopped over at Sam Terrilrs to
see about something that l ordered
from Kansas City. Then l had to go
back to my ranch
Bud started guiltily. Forgetting his
determination to ignore Payson, he
asked anxiously. you didn't see Ter
rill, did your
"Oh, yes. Why do you ask?"
Polly laid her hand on Payson's arm
and told him briefly Of the shooting of
Terrill
"Who shot him?" he asked when she
had finished.
"They don't know. He was robbed
of pile of money. Slim Hoover's just
rode over to get a posse" she replied.
looking toward the door. At this bit
of information Payson became anxious
about the plans for his wedding. The
ceremony was uppermost in his mind
at the time.
"Well, he can get one after the we'd
ding" Then he asked. lis the minis
ter here YETI
Polly laughingly replied: you're
feelin' pretty spry now, but you'll be
as meek as baby calf in a little
while In this section bridegroom is
treated worse than a tenderfoot."
Payson smiled. He knew he was In
for a thorough hazing by the boys
That's all right. I'll get back at you
some day, when you and BUD
Polly interrupted him with a remark
about minding his own business.
Bud avoided entering into the con-
versation. He had walked toward the