The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1916-09-09

you. Or course when you want to Kiss
me, why, you just come and take EN-
my esteemed privilege, sweetheart.
I am your caballero."
Ibid Aunty Eleanor" said Louise.
But Walter Stone rose and straight
ened his shoulders. THAT will do.
mouse. / can't have any jealousy be-
tween my sweethearts."
"Never! And Uncle Walter. do you
want to ride Major or Rally? Rally
and Boyar get along better together.
Ill saddle Boy In jiffy."
At the crossroads In the valley stood
the local jail, or COOP" as 1t was more
descriptively called. Implanted, isolat-
ed, its solitary ugllness lacked even the
squalid dignity commonly associated
with the word "jail.r The sun pelted
down upon its bleached. uDshaded roof
and sides. The burning air ran over its
warped shingles like "a kind OF color
less fire.
The boy Collie, half dreaming In the
suffocating heat OF the place. started TO
his feet as the door swung open. lie
had heard horses coming They had
stopped. He could hardly realize that
the sunlight was swimming through
the close dusk OF the place. But the
girl OF Moonstone canyon, refining
Boyar round, was real. and she smiled
and nodded a greeting.
This Is Mr.. Stone, my uncle" she
said. "He wants to talk with you"
With a glance that noted each IN
lovely detail of the place. the broken
iron bed, the cracked pitcher and the
her pony and was gone.
Collie rubbed his eyes, blinking In
the sun as he stood gazing after her.
Walter Stone, standing near the door
way, noted the lads clear, healthy skin,
his well shaped head with its tumble
of wavy black hair and the luminous
dark eyes. He feIt az Instant sympa-
thy f9I tie boy a sympathy that he
masked With q buslnesslike brusque-
ness. well, young manf"
Eyes, sir" - ,,~>-s~ s1st i.'''a
Come outside. It's vile In there"
Stone led his pony to the north side
OF the coop" >sta.
Collie followed.
Away to the west he saw the hazy
peaks. A lake OF burning air pulsed
above the fiat, hot floor OF the valley.
Over there lay the hills and the shade
and the road. Somewhere beyond was
Overland, his friend, penniless, hunt
| ed hungry
"She bring your" queried the boy.
Eyes. have seen Tenlow, the sher-
III. He Is willing to let you go at my
request What do you intend doing
how that you are freer' "a
x don know. Find Red. guess"
Walter stone nodded.
"What thenT'
"Oh, stick It out with Red. They'll
be after him sure now. Reds my pail
What has he done TO get the police
after himr
"Nothin' It's the bunch"
'The bunchr
"Uhuh. Them guys out on the Mo-
get next TO Red and get him pinched
| againp
mo. You don't have TO answer me.
This man Rod Is nothing TO me one
way or the other He took Miss La
charme's pony, but she has overlooked
that l thought perhaps you might
care to explain your position. Perhaps
you had rather not. You may go now
II you wish
as that straightY"
yes"
For several tense seconds the lad
eazed at his questloncr Finally his
gaze shifted TO the hills and then back
TO stone.
81 guess III have 20 tell you the
whole thing straight Red always said
that to tell the truth was just as good
as lynn, because nobody would believe
us anyway. And If fella gets caught
tellin' the truth-why. he's that much
to the good
''Well, / shall try and believe you
this time" said Stone. Miss La
charme thinks you're honest"
"a guy couldn't lie to her!" said the
boy.
Then just consider me her repre-
sentative" said Stone. smiling.
CHAPTER vi.
The Girl Who Glanced Back.
ToLLIE squatted In the meager
A shade OF the coop" Walter
~ Stone. dropping the pony's reins,
came and sat beside the lad.
There was something in the older
mans presence. an unspoken assur-
ance OF comradcship and sincerity, that
annulled the boy's tendency to reti-
cence about himself. lie began hest
tatingly; my dad was a drinkin' man.
Ma died, and he got worse at II. was
kid and didn't care, for he never
done nothln' 10 me. We lived back
east over pawnbrokers on Main
street One day pa come home with