The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1915-02-18

thIoubu WHICH He COulu tTHCe lue tThIl
OF William Farbish. and now. when
Farbish saw Horton. he eyed him with
an enigmatical expression. half-quiz.
zical and Acknowledgement.
After Adrienne and Samson had dis.
appeared. he rejoined his companion,
a stout, mlddle-aged gentleman Of
fiorid complexion. whose cheviot cut.
away and reposeful waistcoat covered
n liberal e~mbonpoint. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
It's ascending smoke through lids half.
closed and thoughtful.
Singular" he unused; very singu.
larl"
whats singular" impatiently de-
manded his companion. Finish. or
don't start"
That m~ountaineer came up here
as George Lescott's p%rotege,' went
on Farbish. refectively. He came
fresh from the feud belt. and landed
promptly In the police court. Now.
in less than a year. he's pairing on
with Adrienne Lescott-who. every
n supposed, mea to marry Wilfred
Horton. This little party tonight IL,
to put It quite mildly, a bit uncon.
ve%ntionnl."
The stout gentleman said nothing,
and the other questioned. musingly:
by the way, Bradburn, has the
Kenmore Shooting club requested VII.
rred Horizons resignation yet?"
Not yet. We are going TO. He's
not congenial. 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-
yised. and the other man pulling with
u puzzled expression at his cigar.
That's all there Is TO IT," summar'
ized Mr.. Farbish. succinctly. III we
ran get these two men, South and
shooting lodge, under the proper condi
lions, they'll do the rest themselves. !
think. I'll take care OF South. Now,
it's up TO you to have Horton there
ut the same time"
How do you know these men have
not already met-and amica5ly?" de
Manded Mr.. B%radburn.
Il happen to know II. quite by
chance. It is my business to know
things-quite by chance!"
Indian summer came again tt
Misery, Haunting woodland banners Of
crimson and scarlet orange. but &c
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. lie had sent her a few brief let
ters-not written. but plainly printed
He selected short words-as mucl
like the primer as possible, for nc
other messages could she read. Their,
were times In plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents OF feeling
and II was such feeling as would hav,
carried comfort 10 her lonely little
heart. He wished TO tell frankly o
what "A good friend he had made. anC
how this friendship made hin nor
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally. There was In hi
mind no suspicion-as yet-that these
two girls might ever stand In cOntiic
as to the right of.way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the sor
he jared 10 have read TO the girl b!
the evangelist-doctor or the district
school teacher. and alone she coult
have made nothing OF them. However
Il love you" are easy words-and thos'
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailinI
for months. and. though the loca
physician diagnosed the condition a
being right porely." he knew that thu
specter of tuberculosis which stalks
through these badly lighted aud ven
tilated houses was stretching out III
fingers to touch her shrunKen ches;
This had meant that Sally had 10 fore
20 the evening hours to study, be
cause of the WEAKNESS that followed
the day OF nursing and househol,
drudgery. Autumn seemed to br!nl
TO her mother n slight Improvement
and Sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book
to sit alone on the big powder. anC
study.
She would not be able u write tina
Christmas letter. There had been too
many Interruptions In the self-impArtei
education. but some day she would
write. There would probably b,
time enough. II would take even Sam
son Il long while % become an artist
One day. as she was walking home
ward from her lonely trystins place
she met the battered.looking man witt
carried medicines In lis saddlcbagI
and the Scriptures In his pocket. ant
who practiced both forms OF healing
through the hills. The old man drew