The evening world., 1912-08-08

Ferrtg drew hfmeen erect, MS tace
wesathed IN q broad grin. .t,-'
why. I reckon you're . mind rsansr,
Weary" he declarsd. his eyes twinklins
- they rested for q fraction Of SECOND
upon his foreman. ''Hrs curious that
you'a BE- able to tell right Oh what rye
bssn thinkin' shout. But you've hit Z.
Arst pop. I'm hggsrtn' on, burnin' up
the brsese to the Circle 7 immsdiatsi
Your little Benny amt missin' any
chancesv"
wrinkles appeared IN me corners Of
Weary's eyes.
why you sure ain,t. boss" he re-
turned Sraveiy and earnestly. though
there wAs . hypocriticai note In his
voice which did not escape Ferris. "You
sure amt the man to miss any oAanosa
But they've bean. aaNn' tfiAt she amt
offered you no chancts."
Ferriss ups wrsathsd soornfuliy.
''rheyr' ne shsersd. With apparent
contsmpt for al nbw0nongsrs. "who's
thsyr reckon you mean pecinents
which nose around. buttin' into things
which don't concern thsmf Thsrs's
hox.heads In these parts which wouldn't
know b siTnon-pure love mAtah Y they
I'm plum Into one. Tall me who's been
Min you With that there paiavsrr'
Perhaps Weary had been repeating
gosstn Perhaps his conversation had
bstn mere invention. At any rate
hS had accomplished his end-he had
eroused Ferr,s's anger. Therefore. no
now spoke solicftousiy. crowdlng .
littIe concern into his voice.
'You goin' TO make q go OF Il With
Miss. Martial" he questioned.
Ferris made . pass At Weary with
his open hand.
,'You burned OIL sneak" no laughed
a. Weary duoked and spurred his pony
out Of danger. you've been woraein'
met He grfnned craftily. II amt
sayin' that all the cards IL played. But
I've got pretty good hand" he de-
c'ared without boast.
"shucks" returned Weary In pre-
tended disappointment. "An' 90 you
Amt sayin' anything? TIA sure be too
had II or Rankin'd happen to hold the
Joker" e.-....... 80
Ferris laughed grirnly. Rankin amt
holdin' no Joker" he declared. Hes
eGin me, OF course. on account OF them
missin' horses. He amt said nothin' to
my face. but any fool can see that no
thinks his horses are wearin' my
brand. Aocordin' to Nome people o man
ain't got any right to run q little
ranehi"
iou upH reChOu tndt mes eI1ppln
cards to that there gun man--Hubbeli7''
questioned Weary.
Ferris stirened.
'Hubbell." ne Jared back.
.He pulled his pony around in half Its
length and clapped the spurs to It's
Hanks. There was a clatter. a snort Of
surprise from the pony. q swirl OF dust,
anA Weary sat silently IN his saddle.
! yrianfng and listening to the rapid
drumming Of hoofs A. Farris's pcny ned
over the plains toward the Circle z
ranchhouse. t-
Ferris struck the wash-out back Of the
ranchhouse and came fairly upon a
young woman Of eighteen. who was
hanging the family wash upon q sag.
Ging line that had been stretched be-
tween two cottonwood trees. He had
come upon her unawares, for she gave a
sharp exclamation. and stood with her
hands appraised. here eyes flashing with
. sudden surprised delight.
why. hello. Bent" she cried. making
some attempt to force back the wind
blown hair that rippled over her bfowa
been an age since you've been to the
Circle Y"'
She took . step away from the wash
limo. her eyes suddenly flooding with a
shy embarrassment. her manner telling
. plainly of the sincere welcome that was
IN her heart for the visitor.
Perhaps Ferris saw something more
than q mere welcome in her words and
manner, for no shifted uneasily in the
saddis and spoke gravsly In reply.
u reckon Miss Martha's homer he
asksd.
Tho color tied from the giri's face;
she suddenly turned her back to Ferris.
the latter could not mistake the
signifscance Of tho movement. Plainly.
m girl admired HIM. He was flattered.
but STRANGELY remorseful and sym
y pathetic. On other occasions he had
noticed that the girl had seemed to DC