The Huttig news., 1909-12-18


 | Fence river and the railroad, the man who had gone south, the man believed to be Sinclair It was a late moon and when Scott and Kennedy saddled their horses Whispering Smith an6 Wickwire were asleep.
 With the cowboy, Whispering Smilb started at daybreak. No one saw them again for two days. During those two days and nights they were 1 in the saddle almost continuously For every mile the man ahead of them l roae they were forced to ride two miles and often three. Late in the second night they crossed the railroad and the first word from them came ih long dispatches sent by Whispering Smith to Medicine Bend and instruc tions to Kennedy and Scott in the north, which were carried by hare riders straight to Deep creek.
 On the morning of the third day Dicksie Cunning, who had gone home from Medicine Bend and who had beer 1 telephoning Marion and George Me 1 Cloud two days for news, was trying to get Medicine Bend again on the telephone when Fuss came in to say that man at the kitchen door wanted | to see her.
 Who is 1t, Puss?"
 T d'no, Miss Dieksie: deed, I never seen him bsfore."
 Dcksie walked around on the porch to the kitchen. A dust-covered man sitting on a limp horse threw back the brim of his hat as he touched it, lifted himself stiffiy out of the saddle, and dropped to the ground He laughed at Dicks:as startled expression. Don't you know me-" he asked, putting out his hand 1t was Whispering Smith
 He was fearful sight Stained from head to foot with alkali saddle cramped and bent, his face scratched and stained, he stood with smiling appeal in his bloodshot eyes.
 Dicksie gave a little uncertain cry, clasped her hands, and, with a scream, threw her arms impulsively around his neck. "Oh, l cid Tot know you. What has happened? I am so glad to see you, Tell me what has happened. Are you hurt.'
 He stammered like a schoolboy Nothing has happened. I didn't real ize what tramp 1 look or l shouldn't have come. But 1 was only mile away and l had heard nothing for four days from Medicine Bend And how are you? Did your ride make you i'll !? No? By heaven, you are a game girl. That was a ridel How are they a,l? Where's your cousin? In town, is he? 1 thought I might get some news l. rode up, and, oh, Miss Dicksie-jim- iny, some coffee. But I've got only two minutes for it all, only two min- utes; do you think Fuss has any on the stove?"
 Dicksie with coaxing and pulling got him into the kitchen, and Fuss tum- hled over herself to set out coffee and rolls. He showed himself ravenously hungry, and ate with a simple direct. ness that speedily accounted for every thing in sight. You have saved my life. Now I am going, and thank you thousand times. There, by heaven, 1 I've forgotten Wickwire. He is with me-waiting down in the cottonwoods at the fork. Could Fuss put up lunch I could take to him? He hasn't had a scrap for 24 hours. But, Dick sic, your tramp is a hummer! I've tried to ride him down and wear hin, out and lose him, and. by heaven. he turns up every time and has been ot more use to me than two men,"
 She put her hand on Whispering Smiths arm. T told him if he would stop drinking he could be foreman here next season." Fuss was putting up the lunch. Why need you hurry away" persisted Dicksie. i've got thousand things to say
 He looked at her amiably. This is really case of must
 Then. tell ne. what favor may do for you?" She looked appe.lingly into his tired eyes. T want to do something for you I musil don't deny me Only, what shall it be ?''
 "Something for me? What can say? You'll be kind to Maron-I shouldn't have 10 ask that What can I ask? Stop, there is one thing I've got poor little devil of an orphan up in the Deep Creek country. Du Sang murdered his father. You are rich and generous -Dieksie do something for him. will you? Kennedy or Bob Scott will know all about him. Bring him down here, will you and see he doesn't go to the dogs2 You're a good girl Whats this. crying9 Now you are frightened. Things are not so bad as that You want to know every thiug-I see it in your eyes. Very well let's trade You tell me every thing and I'll tell you everything Now them Are you engaged 2"
 They were standing under the low porch with the sunshine breaking through the trees. She turned away her face and threw all of her happi- ness into a laugh T won't tell.
 "Oh. that's enough. You have told," declared Whispering Smith. T knew i why. Of course knew-but wanted 10 make you own up. Well, here's the way things are. Sinclair has run LIS