The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-03-28

700 SUN IulS IlIue, SO guess won
be around tomorrow night" he said.
They laughed heartlessly as they
parted for the night
In his own corner of the roughly par
titioned bunk house Christopher Webb
pulled the laundry check from his
pocket and studied the strange hero
glyphlcs with thoughtful eyes. an do
it, he said suddenly. II reckon she'll
be mighty grateful to the one who
brings back her party dress. l expect
It's pretty thing-ali frills and fur
bellows and lacy stuff, like what Annie
used to wear" His dark eyes became
almost black with a sudden intensity
Of emotion, and his brows knitted pain
fully. Il wasn't cut out for book
keeper or for city life. If she'd only
have seen that my coming into the
open was my call to what could do
best, but she gave me the go by, and
here am! I'm darned sight better
off In some ways than was there in
Denver. I've got health and I've got
a thousand salted away against the
ranch I'll buy some day, but I haven't
got herr
His head dropped little, and then,
as If aware Of his weakness, he threw
back his shoulders and laughed softly.
''No need to keep that other girl away
from the party" be said in low tone
as he proceeded to make an elaborate
toilet with such facilities as the ranch
afforded.
1t was past midnight when he let
himself out of the door and made his
way into the corral 1t was the work
of moment to catch up mount. This
time it was rawboned sorrel with
a long raking stride that carried his
rider over the trail with remarkable
swiftness. At 10 O'Clock the next
morning Christopher Webb dismount
ed stffiy from the sorrel and entered
the door of u Chinese laundry in the
aourishing town of Cactus Branch
In his hand he carried a laundry
check, and when he came forth he
bore a large and squashy looking
bundle, which he placed carefully be-
fore him when he remounted.
A brief stop for breakfast and then
he was back on another trail. this
time the one leading toward the Lone
Horn. He knew Jim Traymore slight
ly, had met him three years before
when Chris had first come out into
the open. as he called his departure
from the city. but he had not seen
Jim recently. He had heard that he
was married now and taken the Lone
Horn.
At 8 o'clock he clattered up to the
veranda of the Lone Horn ranch
house and shouted in a stentorian
voice:
Laundry"
There was delighted shrek from
within and light footsteps on the
wooden floor of the hall Then a
slender form gowned In pale blue cot
ton darted across the veranda and
held up eager arms for the bundle
a lovely golden haired girl with visit
full blue eyes and sadly dropping
mouth. who did not see Christopher
Webb's amazed face. She saw moth
ing save the bundle and tall, kindly
disposed cowboy who had ridden out
Of his way to oblige her.
How can | thank you she was
beginning when Christopher spoke
from the shadow of his broad hat
"Anniev he said in low tone.
Annie Lee looked Mt him for a mo-
ment. and then. dropping her head
against his knee. she cried softly for
awhile, Elsie married Jim Traymore
year ago" she explained, and
came out here to visit them. l didn't
know where you were, Chris, but
felt somehow If was out in this
country | might be near you anyway.
I-have wanted you SOL
When Christopher broke the news
TO his comrades at the Three Forks
he added. laughing. 81 reckon that
there occasion viii demand billed
shirt. Ell, boysf"
$50 do. 50 do urged Henderson
eagerly. Seems like a wedding
oughter break that there billed shirt
hoodoo'
"You got any laundry checks up
your sleeve?' demanded Peters of
Henderson. "You speak kind of wish
full. like you'd love to wear a billed
shirt
81 expect all of you to wear 'em
when-when it's necessary-that is,
when Pm married, y said the happy
Christopher authoritatively.