The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-16

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IN the light. Then he swept his
hat from his head with muscular
grace. Excuse me for intrud-
IN. he said. Il seen this glim
and headed for IL. Is Mr.. Walter
Stone at lee-sures"
Pm Walter Stone" said the
rancher. somewhat mystified.
My names Summers. Jack
sum mers. proprietor of the Rose
Girl Mine"
Why. it's the man who bor-
rowed my pony!" exclaimed
Louise.
Correct. Miss-I-I come to
thank you for lendin' me the
cayuse that time"
Walter Stone simply had to
laugh. Come mp and rest after
your trip up the canyon. OF
course, you want to Q Collie. lie
told me about your finding the
claim. Says you have given him q
quarter interest. I'm glad you're
doing we'll"
Overland Red, despite his out
ward regeneration, was Overland
Red still. only a little more so.
Anne Marshall was at once-as
she told Louise desperate
ly interested. Even gentle Aunt
Eleanor received the irrepressibIe
with unmistakable welcome.
Young DIR. Marshall studied
him, racking his memory for a
name. Presently he turned to his
wife. What is Billy's partners
name? I've forgotten.
. lack Gnnanaora nffIu BALLAD
him in his letters"
Just a minute" said the doc
tor, turning to Overland. Pardon
me. You said Mr.. Jack Summers.
| believe? Do you happen to
know a Mr.. Winthrop. Billy Win
trop?"
Me? What. Billy? Billy Win
throp? Say. is this me? ! in
hailed a whole lot of gasoline COM
in up the grade. but amt
feelin' dizzy. Billy Winthrop?
Why" And his exclamation
subsidized as he asked cautiously:
Did you know him."
Il am his sister," said Anne
Marshall.
Overland was dumbfounded
His sister," he muttered.
rs he's he better?" asked
Anne hesitatingly.
Better! Say, lady, excuse me
| II | tell you he's gettin' so blame
risky he's got me scared. Why,
left him settin' on q rock eat
| In a sardine san witch with one
hand and shootfn' holes in all the
tin cans in sight with the other
BILLY must have changed a lit
tle," ventured DIR. Marshall, smil-
ing.
Changed? Excuse me, ladies'.
But when l first turned my lamps
on him in Los, l says to myself If
there wasn't fella with one foot
In the grave and the other on a
| banana-peel, l was mistook. And
listen! He come out to the Mojave
| with me. But you never see a
fella get such a chest! Search me
If l knows where he got 1t from,
for he wasn't much bigger around
In the works than q mosquito
when I took him up there. And,
say. he's a pardner on your lifei
Believe me. and I'm listeRin' to
myself, too"
His lungs are better, them"
II LAhees AAg dAH SIT 1OffCs
They're belluses. Lady, that kid
is a wonder"
I'm awfully glad Billy is bet
ter. He must be, judging from
what you tell me-"
81 wisht I'd "a had him run
min the 'Guzzuh' instead of that
little chicken-breasted chatter
they Unrestricted on to me in
Los Angeles. / hired him because
they said I'd better take him
along until l was some better
acquainted with the machine. The
guzzuh amt no ordinary bronze"
The 'guzzuh'?" queried DR..
Marshall.
"Uhuh. That's what chris
tened her. She's sixty horsepower,
and sometimes l reckon | could
handle sixty HOSES easier to once
than | could her. We was loptn'
along out in the desert, bout fifty
miles an hour by the leetie clock
on the dashboard, when all of a
sudden she lays back her ears and
she bucks. She gives q jump or
two and says 'guzzuhp Jest like
that, and quits. I climbs out and
looked her over. She sure was
baIky. / felt of her chest and she
was pretty much het up. When
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