The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-07-18


ed-right up to her pretty ears. She
said he was Wonder what Harry
will say to that"
Suddenly Harry arose and, mounting
his horse. rode around to where Ca
briel was looping leisurely along. BLAST
ed hot, amt 1t, Harry boy?" he asked
"Hades isn't In It," growled Harry,
hopping his face.
Things is mighty slow. Crane and
me will get along first rate, Harry.
Why don't you lope over to the gulch
and take a sno0ze In the rocks?
heard the stream was deep enough to
take dip in. Go along; we don't want
you
"Pd like to nightly" hesitated Har-
ry.
The Crane rode up then and mingled
his commands with those of Gabriel,
and soon the two older men were
watching his dropping form disappear
ing toward Satan's gulch, bit Of
GOODNESS dug out of the foothills.
I'D like to chaw up that Dutchman, .
growled Gabriel without preface.
Here's your chance" said Crane
dryly; hes coming now.'
Gabriel turned a saturnine c0iln-
tenance toward huge roly poly figure
bouncing along astride of a tall, raw
boned sorrel The Germans face was
crimson with the heat. and his fair
hair was plastered to his forehead in
dark strings He pulled to a stand
still beside the cattlemen and mopped
his brow with blue cotton handker-
chief.
"It's hotr he muttered helplessly.
'Is it?'' asked the Crane innocently
"My pardner here, Gabriel, was saying
as how he wished I'd favor him by rid
ing home for extra blanket"
"So!'' exploded Ruyter. "You are
coldt bloodted, Mr.. Gabei''
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders.
why don't you go over to the gulch,
Ruyter. and have dip in the streanl2
Cool you or
II WILL said the other, with enthusi-
asm. II forgot that gulch, poys."
eth make Harry feel peart to smatih
that Dutchman.v observed the Crane.
81 only wish l was there to see It."
deplored Gabriel.
Within Satan's gulch Harry Barry
let his horse amble to the upper end,
where there was ragged heap Of
rocks from which sprouted a little
grove of cottonwoods. From out Of
the rocks there issued a stream of pure
water that steamed as it Tapped the
hot sandy banks. Under the cotton
woods there was a fictitious GOODNESS,
and Harry staked his horse and flung
himself down in the grateful shade
and closed his aching eyes.
If he could only stop thinking of the
faithless Widow Clancy, who had SO
ruthlessly broken his heart, Harry
would have felt better. but the love
smitten young man was sore pressed
with recollection of the tender coquet-
ries Of the pretty widow who had
loved, or pretended she did, and, worst
of all, she was going to marry that fat
faced German butcher.
Ruyter was fat faced, but there was
a certain ford loneliness about his
looks as he logged into Satan's gulch
to search for quiet and shade. He did
not see Harry Barry, nor did the cat
tleman see him until Ruyter had dis
mounted and WIS stumbling about
among the stones; then Harry aroused
and sat bolt upright among the rocks
and stared at his successful rival.
What do you want?" he snarlea
fiercely.
The German stopped short and
stared. That's no way to speak to 4
chentleman." he admonished severely.
That's why l say it to you. Ruyter!
What are you doing hereT
Il came to cool off, said the Ger
man angrily. dis Satan's culch, it's
bubble property"
tits not big enough to hold both OF
u.s." warned Harry, his hand on his
hip pocket
Den you peter pc going some.''
said Ruyter imperturbabIy.