The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-18

eyes giowed- He called the
nurse. telling her he was hungry.
William Stanley Winthrop. so
journiRg briefly but fashionabIy
in Los Angeles. appeared at the
hospital In immaculate outing
flannels. IL was several weeks
since the arrival of the little
parcel. winthrop took the con-
valescent Collie to the Moonstone
Rancho in his car.
winthrop was a guest OF the
Stones for several days. During
that time Collie lay stretched in
lounging chairs ON the veranda.
seemingly too fanguid to move.
Billy was much with Louise.
And Louise, even with her
deeper understanding than Is ae-
corded to most girls. was restless.
distraught, and finally angry
nize the green-eyed monster
perched by that young mans ell
bow.
At last, one night, the restless
ness got the better of the girl,
and she slipped out of the corals.
Boyar. the black pony. shook
his head with a silvery jinglfng
of rein-chains. His sleek flanks
glistened in the moonlight.
Louise curbed him gently with
hand and voice as he stepped
through the wide gateway of the
ranch.
He paced lightly across the
first shallow ford. Then the mar
rowing walls of the canyon echo
ed his clean-cut steps--a patter
of phantom hoof-beats following
him, stride for stride. Down the
long, Overwhelming road they
swung.
Louise turned him into the
Old Meadow Trail. At the edge
of the Old Meadow the girl dis
mounted. allowing Boyar to. Craze
at will.
She climbed to the low rounded
rock where she sat with knees
gathered to her in her clasped
hands.
The moon was lost somewhere
behind the ragged peaks. The
night grew deeper. The Old
Meadow, Swallowed by the range
above IT, grew dark, impenetrable
place without boundary OF
breadth or depth.
Got a match, kid?"
Louise raised her head. Some
one was afoot on the Old Meadow
Trail. Another voice replied.
Sure! Here you are" And
Louise knew that Collie was one
of the men.
About to call, she hesitated,
qf 30 N nIx 40 MI a
other man might be, and why Col
The Old Meadow, at night.
Never mind mumbled the
first speaker; Il thought / want
ed to smoke. but ! don't. I want
to talk first-about the Rose
girl"
Louise tried to call out. but she
was interrupted by Oyerland's
voice. The two men had stopped
at the lower side of the great
rock. She could hear them
plainly, although she could not
see them.
"Coliie-we're busted. I amt
said nothin' to Billy yet. He's
/ got money anyway. This here
only hits you and me-"
What do you mean, Red?"
II mean that the Rose Girl
mine don't belong to'us and never
did"
"How's THAR"
81 was goin' to write. But I
amt no hand to write about bus
mess. You recollec' them papers
and that dust Billy tried to find,
out there by the track"
Yes"
We'll. I found IL all. went out
there, paced her off down the
track, guessed at about where 1t
was, and found EN-"
Found them7"
Yes, sir. There was that little
bag almost atop of the sand, ac-
count of wind and rain. Then
there was a record of the claim.
our claim. It's been filed on be-
fore"
who owns our claim, them"
You know the guy we give the
water to--the one that died out
there. He owns the claim, or he
did. 1t belongs by rights to his
girl now. His name was Andre
Lacharme."
''Lacharmei"
Yes. Louise's pa. RecoiIeet
your boss teIlfns us as how the