Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-07-28

"Perhaps I will try him some time.
said Willy dreamily as she wandered
toward the house.
"She's wise to yoU homicidal
schemes, Dade," chaffed his compan-
ions.
If Miss Willy vas suspicious b
gave no further sign, and n morning
when Dade Holcomb especially needed
his black horse 1t was discovered that
Miss Willy had dashed away on Sa-
tan's pack to the evident CONSERVATION
of the Besse family.
II hope Willy knows what she's
about" murmured Mrs. Besse doubt
fully.
.'Trust her, Anne" treasured the
boss good haturedly.
Bob Linton, overhearing the CONVEX
sation, wondered at Boss Besse's calm
attitude, and, it being his W after
noon off, he rode Off down the trail In
the wake of Black Satan.
Dade Holcomb was limping along the
trail In his high heeled boots confident
every moment that he would oyertake
horse and rider or else-here he felt
wretchedly guilty-ind Black Satan
riderless and a limp heap of %girlhood,
for Black Satan did not belle his name.
As he passed Dade, Bob cast a look
of loathing at the practical Joker.
"I'm going to look for Miss Willy,
Dade," he remarked drily. "If you
have really broken her in-IIl kill
your
al hope you will!' muttered Dade
miserably. 81 sur deserve it, Bob"
And just then Miss Willy flashed
into view with the plunging Satan at
mercy of her quirt and spurs.
She glanced mischievously down at
the astounded Dade.
Rather a riotous little lamb, this
Satan Of yours, Mr.. Holcomb." she
threw over her shoulder.
"Great catsr yelled Dade, as they
vanished around the trail toward
home.
Bob Linton was staring after them
with a queer look in his eyes. II won
dered-I wondered" he muttered over
and over.
That night, as they sat around the
supper table in the mess house, the
boss came down to them
Boys" he said, I've twenty tickets
here for a moving picture show over
at the creek. Just say who wants to
go and I'll pass EN- out. After the
show We'll have supper at the Palace
hotel-my treat"
Fifteen hands reached out for the
tickets, for they were mere boys in
their love of amusement, and the mo-
ton picture theater at Scraggy Creek
was closed half the time, being subject
to alternate periods of af1uence and
bankruptcy and constantly changing
ownership.
At $50 they set out from the Big Y
in the boss big red automobile, escort
ed by all the cowpunchers on horse
back.
In the motorcar was Mr- Bes&anI
his wife and Miss Willy.
Bob Linton rode beside Miss Willy.
Dade Holcomb and Hannibal drag
ged along In the rear, as became cul-
prits. They were still gasping over
Miss WHY'S miraculous escape from
death. Inwardly they were thankful.
Inside the Family theater the boss
6o1oCo thChh W u DlOCh " IGStt ft0
seats, while he and his wife and Willy
were escorted to a lower box. {
When the theater was filed the
lights were lowered, and on the magic
white screen appeared the scenes of a
r~ollicking comedy.
When that was i've the manager
appeared to the special pic
ture of the evening, the favorite film
actress. Miss Billie Moore, In "a Lover
Of the Plains" And he further an
nounced that at the end of the picture
Miss Moore would appear In person
and greet her audience.
Wide eyed, staring silently, as the
love story of the west was unfolded
before their eyes, sat the fifteen cow
boys from the Big Y ranch.
There was an indraWn breath of sur
prise when the charmingly familiar
face of their Miss Wilhelmina Moore
flashed forth as the heroine of the.
play. Dumbly they watched her per-
form such deeds of daring on horse and
afoot as they never dreamed a mortal
girl could survive.
h could break a bucktng broncho,
she could THROW a lariat and bring a
"critter" to its knees; she could ride
like mad on an %unsaddled horse; she.
hung over a precipice and dragged her
imperfled lover from certain death, and
In the end she was restored to his
arms.
Not a man in the Big Y outfit but
was f~uriously jealous of that screen
loveri
And when the lights flashed up there
was such a thunder of applause that
the fimsy building threatened to col
lapse under the strain.
Then the manager was introducing
the heroine, a slender, pale girl with
smiling lips and friendly gray eyes,
who. he explained, was resting after
a long illness and spending the time.