The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1915-01-30

don't start
THAT mountaineer came up here
as George Lescott's protege," went
on Farbish, reflectiyely. He came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly in the police court. Now.
in less than year. he's pairing on
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred
Horton. This little party tonight is.
to put it quite mildly. a bit uncon-
ventionaL'
The stout gentleman said nothing.
and the other questioned. musingiy:
by the way, Bradburn. has the
Kenmore Shooting club requested VIII
fred Horizons resignation YETI"
Not yet. We are going to. He's
not congeniaI, since his hand is raised
against every man who owns more
than two dollars" The speaker owned
several million times that sum. This
meeting at an out-of-the-way place
had been arranged for the purpose
of discussing ways and means of curb
ing Wilfred's crusades..
We'll, don't do it,
why the devil shouldn't we? We
don't want anarchists in the Ken
more"
After awhile, they sat silent. Farbish
smiling over the plot he had just de-
vised, and the other man putting with
puzzled expression at his cigar.
That's all there is to it, summar-
lied Mr.. Farbish, succinctly. If we
can get these two men, South and
Horton, together down there at the
shooting lodge, under the proper condi-
tions, they'll do the rest themselves. l
think. I'll take care of South Now,
it's up to you to have Horton there
| at the same time"
How do you know these men hare
not already met-and amicably?" de-
manded Mr.. Bradburn.
| 81 happen to know it. quite by
chance. 1t is my business to know
things-quite by chance!"
Indian summer came again to
Misery, Haunting woodland banners of
crimson and scarlet orange, but to
| Sally the season brought only heart
achy membranes Of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi-
cism as the haze had softened the hori-
zon. He had sent her few brief let
| ters-not written, but plainly printed.
He selected short words-as much
| like the primer as possible, for no
other messages could she read. There
were times in plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents of feeling,
and it was such feeling as would have
carried comfort to her lonely little
1 RI IL T1yf1h fn fol FRANKLY nf
what a good friend he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally There was in his
| mind no suspicion-as yet-that these
two girls might ever stand in conflict
as to the right-of-way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the sort
| he cared to have read to the girl by
the evangelist-doctor or the district
school teacher, and alone she could
have made nothing of them However,
'T love you" are easy words-and those
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailing
for months, and, though the local
physician diagnosed the condition as
being right porely," he knew that the
[ SpSCICI vi IOOCAGAAOS4o WhACA SIdAAS
through these badly lighted and ven
tilated houses was stretching out its
fingers to touch her shrunken chest
This had meant that Sally had to fore
go the evening hours to study, be
cause of the WEAKNESS that followed
the day of nursing and household
| drudgery. Autumn seemed to bring
to her mother a slight improvement
and Sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book
to sit alone on the big powder, and
study.
She would not be able to write thai
Christmas letter. There had been too
many Interruptions in the self-imparteC
education, but some day she would
: write There would probably bC
time enough. It would take even Sam
son a long while 20 become an artist
One day, as she wss walking home
: ward from her lonely trysting place
she met the battered-looking man whc
carried medicines in lis saddlebag
: and the Scriptures in his pocket, ant
who practiced both forms of healin;
/ through the hills. The old man drew
2 down his nag, and threw one leg owe
: the pomlnel
"Evenin. Sally" he greeted.
t "Evenin', Brother Spencer. How al
ye?""
"Torable. thank ye. Sally" The
body-and-soui member studied the gir
awhile in silence, and then said blunt
Iy:
we've done broke right smart, Il
. the last year. Anything the matte
: with YEP
She shook her head. and laughed
1t was an effort to laugh merrily
but the ghost of the old instinctiv
, bIitheness rippled into it.
I've jest come from old Spice
g South's," volunteered the doctor
He's ailin' pretty consid'able. thes
q days."
d What's the matter With inc Sp
L cer?" demanded the girl, in genuin
: anxiety. Every one along Miser
Il called the old man Unc Spicer.
o Il can't jest make out" Her IL
r former spoke slowly, and his brow CO.
n | ruRated into Somofhinv like al Her