The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-03-21
slapped his knee. "Now, J reckon nah
be i mndc a cira rnffo ont 90 a.

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short OF paper about that time"
Henderson laughed loudly. "You.,
have knowed II II you'd smoked tho,
Redwood. Mebbe we can help Won ONT
because IL that girl don't cit 10 the
dance, why ! don't know what ne
chaps Will do, I've seen her."
us II that bad?" asked Peters svn,
pathetlcally. ~
shes a peacherlno" quoth Mr.. Hen
derson warmly.
Chris got upon his feet ana tossed
away the end of his cigarette. "What
trail did you follow when YOU came
back from the roundup?" he yaw ned
carelessly.
Redwood shook his head hopelessl,,
"Ive been trying to figure that oyt
ever since. | must have got lost for
l was three days getting back here
and l had nothing to eat
"You can cut that out" interiected
Peters, grinning. II found you M Re-
dermans, and that's over TO the soutb..
east-somewhere near where Chris has
been after his stray critter."
Mr.. Webb's air Of langour increased
, Then reckon this young lady can't 90
TO the dance unless she gets this dress
what the Chink is washing, ehY' He
yawned again.
Redwood nodded. 81 reckon it's the
only party dress she's got; she seemed
mighty particular about It." he said
regretfully.
And she can't get the dress without
the check?" persisted Chris sleepily.
''No checkee, no, shirteew returned
| Redwood.
"You going to the dancer"
Mr.. Redwood smiled laboriously and
ran his hand along one leg with pain
full gesture. 81 reckon my legs most
too stiff this time, so I guess won't
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
glyphics with thoughtful eyes. "I'll do
it," he said suddenly 81 reckon she'll
be mighty grateful to the one who
brings back her party dress. 1 expect
it's pretty thing-all 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. II wasn't cut out for a 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 l amt I'm darned sight better
off in some ways than / was there In
Denver. I've got health and I've got
thousand sailed away against the
ranch I'll buy some day. but haven't
got herr
His head dropped n little, and then,
as If aware OF his weakness, he threw
back his shoulders and laughed softly.
mo need to keep that other girl away
from the party" he said in a low tone
as he proceeded TO make an elaborate
toilet with such facilities as the ranch
afforded.
IL was past midnight when he let
himself out of the door and made his
way into the corral 1t was the work
OF n moment TO catch up mount. This
time IL was a 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 stfily from the sorrel and entered
the door of Chinese laundry in the
flourishing town of Cactus Branch.
In his hand he carried a laundry
check, and when he came forth he
bore n 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 ) o'clock he clattered up to the
NttdHud VI the lOuc I1Olu AdhNA
house and shouted in q stentorian
voice:
''Laundryw
There was a delighted shrek from
within and light footsteps on the
wooden floor of the hall. Then
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 n 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 I'm low tone.
Annie Lee looked ut him for mo-
ment, and then, dropping her head
against his knee, she cried softly Tor
awhile. elsie married Jim Traymore
I year ago." she explained, "and |
zane out here TO visit them. didn't
know where you were. Chris, but l
'elt somehow II / was out In this
7 might no near Won anyway.