The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1915-09-17

iuu tOu 0uON
shelter from the burning sun. He
held before him newspaper, GER
tain paragraph of which he was eager
ly-devouring. In the distance the mail
boy was already disappearing in
cloud of dust.
FAMOUS cRIMiNoLoeIsT IN ALL
GUEZ.
Sanford Quest and his assistants, ac-
companied by Prof. Lord Ashleigh, ar
rived in AlIguez a few days ago to
look for John Craig, formerly servant
to the scientist. Craig has not been
seen since the accident to the limited,
a fortnight ago, and by many is sup
posed to have persisted in the wreck.
He was in the charge of Inspector
French, and was on his way to New
York to stand his trial for homicide.
French was taken to the hospital, suf
fering from conclusion of the brain,
but is now convalescent.
The man read the paragraph twice.
Then he set down the paper and
| looked steadily across the rolling
prairie land There was queer. Bit
| ter little smile upon his lips.
$50 it begins again!" he muttered.
There was a cloud of dust in the
distance. The man rose to his feet,
shaded his eyes with his hand and
shambled round to the back of the
/ @oI Al OF ~
with knives and forks, lunches of
| bread and tincups He walked little
farther away to the fire, and slowly
! stirred pot of stew. The little party
| of cowboys came laundering up. There
! was a chorus of shouts and exclama-
tions, whistlings and good-natured
chaff, as they threw themselves from
their horses. Long Jim stood slowly
cracking his whip and looking down
the table.
Say, boys. 1 think he's fixed things
up all right" he remarked. Come on
with the grub, cookie
Silently the man filled each dish
with the stew and laid it in it's place.
Then he retired to the background and
the cowboys commenced their meal.
Long Jim winked at the others as he
picked up biscuit.
Cookie, you're no good" he called
out. 1.-THE stew's rotten. Here, take
this!"
He f1icked the biscuit, which caught
the cook on the side of the head. For
moment the man started With his
hand upon his temple he flashed q
look Of hatred towards his assailant
Long Jim laughed carelessly.
Say, cookie" the latter went on
where did you get them eyes? Guess
we'll have to tame you bit"
The meal was soon over, and jim
strolled across to where the others
were saddling up. He passed his Jeff
arm through the reins Of his horse
and turned once more to look al
Craig.
Say, you mind you do better TO
night, young fellow. Eli"
He stopped short with cry OF pain
The horse had suddenly started
wrenching at the reins. Jim's arm
hung helplessly down from the shoul
der.
Gee, boys. he's broken it," hi
groaned Say. this is hell"
The cook suddenly pushed his way
through the little crowd. He tool
Jim's shoulder firmly in one hand anC
his arm in the other The cowbo.
howled with pain.
LET go my arm!" he shouted. xii
him, boys! My God, I'll make Mole
in you for this!"
He snatched at his gun with hi
other hand and the cowboys scattere'
a little. The cook stepped back, tn
gun flashed out, only to be suddenl,
lowered. Jim looked incredulously te
wards his left arm. which hung n
longer helplessly by his side. H
swung it backwards and forwards, an
], broad grin slowly lit up his lear
brown face He thrust the gun in hi
? holster and held out his hand.
t Cookie, you're all right" he e,
5 claimed. You've done the trick thi
t time. Say. you're miracle!"
0 The cook smiled.
our arm WIS just Jul VI JoihI'
J, he remarked. at was rather har
h pull, but it's all right now
Jim looked around at the others.
J And to think that I might hav
g killed him. he exclaimed. "Cooki'
g you're white boy. You'll do. Wer
e going to like you here"
Craig watched them ride of. Th
bitterness had passed from his fac
Evening came and with it repet
ton of his labors. When everythin
@ was ready to serve. he stepped frol
- behind the wagon and looked acros
lt the rolling stretch Of open countr,