Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-03-20

I'm not thinking q he otherA I'm
thinking Of myself" declared the
young man. boldly. Il don't want you
to 80 before return. You must not!
II you 60, IL shall follow you" He
grasped her hand impulsively.
"Oh!" exclaimed the chaperon.
"This makes 1t even more impossible.
Go! Col" She pushed him away, her
color surging. go to your old EleveI
x Ranch right away"
but mean It," he declared, earn
estly. Then, as she retreated farther:
TITS no use, I shan't 60 now until"
You have known me less than a
week."
"That is long enough. Roberta"
Mrs. Keap spoke with honest en-
barrassment. Listen! Don't you see
what . situation this is? II Jean and
Helen should ever discover"
Jean planned 1t all; even this"
Mrs. Keap stared at him in Mortified
silence.
you do love me, Roberta?" Chaplin
undertook to remove the girls hands
from her face, when a slight cough in
the hall behind caused him to turn
suddenly in time to see Berkeley Tres-
no passing the open door.
There! You see!" Mrs. Heaps face
was tragic "You sect" She turned
and fed, leaving the master Of the
ranch in the middle Of the floor, be-
wildered, but bit inclined to be
happy. A moment later the plump
face Of Berkeley Fresno appeared eau
tiously around the door-jamb. He
coughed again gravely.
81 happened to be passing. said he.
You'll pardon met"
"This IL the most thickly settled
spot In New Mexicoi" Chaplin declared
with IN artificial laugh, choking his
indignation.
Fresno slowly brought his round
body out from concealment.
II came In to get q match
"Why don't you carry matchesf~
Fresno pulled complacently upon his
pipe. "This," he unused, ~ his host
departed, eliminates the chapsron
and that helps some" R
Still Bill Slower lost no time IN
breaking the news to the boys.
There's something comm or" he
advised Willie. We've got another
foot-runner!"
; II be had hoped for an outburst o.
, rapture on the part Of the little CUR
, man he was disappointed, for Willie
shifted his holster. smiled evilly
through his glasses. and inquired. will
ominous restraint:
where 10 her"
Being the one man on the Flying
! Heart who had occasion to wear {
gun, Willie seldom smiled from {
, sense of humor.- Here It may be sai(
that, deceived At first by his scholarl!
, appearance, his fellow-laborers hat
: jibed at Willie's affectation Of swing
ing holster. but the custom had Ian
guished abruptly. When It becam.
known who he was, the other ranch
hands had volubly declared that Thu
. was . free country, where . maj
might exercise a wide discretion II
. the choice Of personal adornment
, and - for them, they avowed unani
mously that the practice Of packing I
Colts was one which met with thei
most cordial appreciation. In tina
!. Willie's six-shooter had become &C
cepted as . part Of the local scenery
and, like the scenery. no one though
: Of remarking upon It, least of all thos
who best knew his lack Of humor. HI
!. had come to them out Of the Nowhere
!. some four years previously, and Will
he never spoke Of himself, and dis
oouraged "reminiscences In others.
. became known through those vagu
: uncharted channels BY which new
travels on the frontier, that back Il
the Texas Panhandle there was
limping marshal who felt regrets q
mention Of his name. and that farthe
north were other mon who had . ~
!. perstitious dread Of undersized COW
mon with spectacles.
This here 10 . real foot-runner,
said Slower.
Exactly" agreed the other. "wher
10 hef"
Hell be here this afternoon. Nil
ger Mikes bringin' him over from tn
railroad. He's guest"
| "Oh!"
Y A0Pi 11C luIOlCOAAC6S OA0AAPCO
Of Yale"
"Yalef" repeated the near-sighte
| man. Don't knows I ever bee
| there. Much Of a town."
II amt never travelled east myself
| but Miss Jean and the little yallel
| haired girl say he's the fastest man 1
| the world. nggered we might ri
| up something with the Contipede.
/ Still Bill winked sagely.
| See here do you reckon he'd run? !
/ Sure! He's a friend Of the bosi
i And he'll run on the level too. H
| can't be nothin' like Humpy"
III he is. I'll git him." said the GOV
boy. "Oh, I'll git him sure. guest G
no guest. But how about the phone
graph?"
1.-THE Centipede will put 1t up quic
enough; there amt no sentiment
that outfit"
sr-l Il