The Dolores star. [volume] (Dolores, Montezuma County, Colo.) 1901-current, 1916-11-03

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I've needed to meet"
IF Lawson's the man you think hs
Is he'll begin thet secret underground
business. Why. Lawson won't sleep Of
nights now. He an Longstreth have
always been after me-"
Laramie, what are your eyes forr"
demanded Duane. "Watch out. And
now here. See your friend Morton.
Tell him this game grows hot. To-
gether you approach four or five 4nen
you know well and can absolutely
trust. 1 may need your help
Then Duane went from place to
place, corner to corner, bar to bar,
watching. listening. recording. The
excitement had preceded him.
speculation was rife. He thought
best to keep out Of II. After dark
he stole up to Longstreth's ranch.
The evening was warm; the doors
were open; and in the twilight the
only lamps that had been Lit were In
Longstreth's big sitting-room, at the
far end of the house. When a buck
board drove up and Longstreth and
Lawson alighted, Duane was well
hidden in the bushes, so well screened
that he could get but a heeting
glimpse Of Longstreth as he went in.
For all Duane could see. he appeared
to be a calm and quiet man. intense
beneath the surface, with an air Of
dignity under insult. Duane's chance
to observe Lawson was lost. They
went into the house without speaking
and closed the door.
At the other end Of the porch, close
under q window, was an Offset be-
tween step and wall, and there in
the shadow Duane hid. So Duane
waited there in the darkness with
patience born of many hours of hid
ing.
Presently lamp was lit; and
Duane heard the swish of skirts.
Something's happened surely,
Ruth" he heard Miss Longstreth say,
anxiously. Papa just met me in
the hall and didn't speak. He seemed
pale, worried"
"Cousin Floyd looked like
thunder-cloud," said Ruth. "For once
he didn't try to kiss me. Something's
happened"
"Oh, dear! Ruth, what can we dor
These are wild men. Floyd makes life
miserable for me. And he leases you
unmer-"
Il don't call 1t teasing. Floyd wants
to SPOON" declared Ruth. emphati-
cally. "He'd run after any woman"
"a fine compliment for me, Cousin
Ruth" laughed Ray.
II don't care" replied Ruth, stub
bornly. Its so. He's mushy. And
when he's been drinking and tries to
kiss mel hate himl"
There were steps on the hall floor.
"Hello, girlsI" sounded out Law
sons voice, minus its ususl gayety.
"Floyd, what's the matterT asked
Ray, presently. II never raw papa as
he is tonight, nor you $3.50 worried.
Tell me, what has happeped7"
1--WE had to submit to a damnable
outrage" replied Lawson, passionate
ly, as If the sound Of his voice aug
mented his feeling. Listen, girls; I'll
tell you about it." He coughed, clear
ed his throat in a way that betrayed
he had been drinking.
Duane sank deeper into the shadow
"a AAS NoNCAtp ANU okAhCLAA6 AAAo
muscles for a protracted spell Of
rigidity, prepared to listen with all
acuteness and intensity. Just one
word from this Lawson, inadvertently
uttered in a moment of passion, might
be the word Duane needed for his
| clue.
1T happened at the town hail." be-
gan Lawson, rapidly. Your father
and Judge Owens and ] were there
in consultation with three ranchers
from out of town. Then that damned
ranger stalked in dragging Snecker,
the fellow who hid here in the house.
he had arrested Snecker for alleged
assault on a restaurant-keeper named
Laramie. Snecker being obviously in
nocent, he was discharged. Then this
ranger began shouting insults. Law
was a farce in Fairdale. The court
was a farce. There was no law. Your
father was afraid Of the rustlers,
highwaymen, murderers. He was
afraid or-he just let them alone. He
used his Office to cheat ranchers and
cattlemen in lawsuits. All this the
ranger yelled for everyone to hear.
A damnable outrage. Your father,
Ray, insulted in his own court by q
rowdy ranger!"
"Oh!" cried Ray Lopgutreth, in
mingled distress and anger.
1.-THE ranger service wants to rule
western Texas" went on Lawson.
these rangers are all a low set.
This Is one Of the worst of the lot.
He's to be feared He would kill IF
your father had made the least move
he would have shot him. He's q
cold devil-the born gunman.
Ny God, any instant I expected to
see your father fall dead at my feet!"
"Oh, Floyd! The unspeakable
| ruffi8n 7" cried Raw Jonostroth mas.