The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-02
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Copyright, 1914, by Houshton MiffIin Co.

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 up above San Berdoo,' said Wal ter Stone. And he straightway drift ed into reverie.
 "Hello!' exclaimed Dr. Marshall leGling forward. Sounds like the ex- haust of a pretty heavy car. I didn't Imagine any one would drive that can yon road after dark"
 Unusual" said Stone, getting to his feet Some one in hurry. I'll turn on the porch light and defy the mos- quitoes."
 With a leonine ro-r and a succeed ing clatter of empty cylinders an i'm mense racing car stopped at the gate below. The powerful headlight shot q widening pathway through the night. { Voices came distinctly from the vicin- ity of the machine. Before Walter Stone had reached the bottom step of the porch a huge figure appeared from out the shadows. In the radiance of the porch light stood a wonderfully at tired stranger. Frock coat, silk hat. 7 patent feathers, striped trousers and pearl gaiters, white vest and no ticeable watch chain adorned the dr1v- CT of the automobile. He stood for a minute blinking ih the light: then he swept his hat from his head with muscular grace. Excuse me for in- trudin',v he said. "I seen this glim and headed for it. Is Mir. Walter Stone at lee-sureT
 I'm Walter Stone" said the ranch er somewhat myytified
 "My name's Summers. Jack Sum l mers, proprietor of the Rose Girl mine" And Overland Red, erstwhile sheriff of Abilene, cowboy. tramp. prospector, gun man and many other Interesting things, profrered highly engraved calling card Again he bow cd profoundly, his hat in his hand, white carnation in his buttonhole and rapture in his heart. He had seen Lohiae again Louise, leaning forward. staring at him incredulously. Wouldn't the rose girl be surprised? She was. 1T can't say that I quite under stand''- began Stone.
 "why, it's the man who borrowed z my ponyw exclaimed Louise.
 "Correct, miss- Fl come to thank you for lendin' mo the cayuse that time"
 Walter Stone simply had to laugh. "Come up and rest after your trip up the canyon Of course you want to see Collie He told me about your find < ing the claim Says you have given him quarter interest I'm glad you're doing we'll"
 q took little run in to Los to get some new tires. The desert eats lem up pretty. fast The Guzzuh, she cast her of hind shoe the other day. was scared she'd go lame. Bein' up this way, thought I'd roll up and see Col 1ie.-
 "The --Guzzuh? queried Stone. sYou rode up, thenr
 'sNope. The Guzzuh is me little old racin' car. christened her that right after I got 50 as I could climb on to her without her pitchin' me of. She's eome bronc, she 1s."
 CHAPTER XIV.
 A Red EPiseds-
 0 vERLAND REID, despite his
 outward regeneration, was O Overland Red still, only a little
 more so. His overwhelming apparel accentunfed his peculiarities his humorous gestures, his silent sell consciousness. But there was some. thing big, forcaful and wholesouled about the man. something that attract ed despite his inconsruities.
 Young Dr. Marshall studied him racking his memory for . name. Pres sntly he turned to his wife "What was Bnlys partners name-the miner I've forgotten"
 "A MT. Summers, believe. Yes, Tn bure. Jack Summers Billy called hin In his letters"
 Just minute." said the doctor Turning to Overland, who sat. hug' limbed, smiling. red v1saged, happy Pardon me. You said MT. Jack Sum mers, believe. Do you happen tt knoT a MT. Winthrop, Billy Win thropT'
 ''Me7 What, Biuyi Billy winthrop Say, is this me? inhaled wholt lot of gasoline coWn' up that grade but I ain't feelin' dizzy. Billy Win thropl Why And his exclamat tiox 1uostded as he asked cautiously, "DiG you know himT'
 T, am hfs sister," said Anne biar ShaI.
 Overland waD dumfounded His sis ter" he muttered, '-the one he writ tt in New York. Huh! Yes; me ani Rtlly's pardners."
 "is hs-is he betterT asked Anne 0esitatingly.
 'rBettsr! Say, lady, excuse me if fell you he's gettfn' so blame frisky That he's got me scared. Why, lef him settin' on a rock eatdn' a sardin< san'wich with one hand and shoosin holes in an the tin cans .n sight witt the otber. 'Ss long, Redp he holler, vS +. ort with the burro to cross tht sansn. So long, ard doE't let you feet sltpg And pomi goes the 45 tha Ae was 5ugzlin', and another tin ear hAsssd over. He takes bite from the