Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-09-21

RuSe
1t Was Heads I Win,
Tails You Lose
By WARREN MILLER

AaA WV aCA IL . VI AN4Co
on a horse whose lope was very like a
rocking chair. She was riding astrad-
die with divided skirts. No other wom-
an on the ranches ~thereabout would
riding beside her, and the two made a
very handsome pair. The brim Of his
sombrero was flattened against his
forehead by the wind, a lariat hung
at his saddlebow, and his splendid fig
ure was revealed by his costume-viz,
flannel shirt and trousers, with boots
to his knee.
with her father, who became a sheep
raiser, and she had become fascinated
with ranch life. Unfortunately she had
conceived a romantic idea of the genus
cowboy, and, Barker being physically
a perfect type, she had persuaded her.
self, or. rather. he had persuaded her.
that he was just the man for her. l
not an educated man and in every way
beneath her. There were other fea
lures about him to render him unde'
sirable which will appear presently.
The couple passed me, all of us sa
luting, though they were unknown to
me, and l rode on to the ranch house
where / had business with John Nolan
wool. While dickering with him on
his veranda, up the roadway came the
couple I had met and alignted at the
foot of the steps. Throwing their
bride reins owe a post, they walked
up on to the veranda. Then I learned
that Daisy wal Nolan's daughter.
As the pair passed into the house ]
girls father. l knew by Barker's
bearing toward her that he was In love
with her, and / judged that his atten-
lions were not relished by Nolan. But
he said nothing to me then, and we
went on with our dickering. When /
arose to go he said:
There's no place about here In
which you viii be comfortable except
my house. Send for your traps"
I accepted the invitation, especially
as / was pleased at being under the
same roof with Miss Daisy. l knew
she had a lover, but my attraction for
kher did not then go so far as to intend
to come between them. ! merely liked
the idea Of being neal her during my
stay.
But 1 stayed a good while, and 1t
was not very long before she and /
each made n discovery. I discovered
that I wanted her, and she discovered
that she didn't want Barker. Mean
while / found out something else-that
he had become frightfully Jealous OF
me and if I took her away from him
he would probably kill me. At first
he and | spoke to each other when we
met either on the ranch or elsewhere.
Then he only noticed me at the Nolan
house.
I thought It best after awhile to re-
move to the $50 called hotel, a mile
from Nolan's. If anything happened
between Barker and myself I preferred
that 1t should not happen under No
lan's roof. So one day / removed my
luggage to my new quarters.
One morning I was sitting on the
porch of the hotel smoking a brier-
wood pipe. Barker came out of the
barroom, where he had been drinking,
and took a seat about thirty feet from
me I didn't know he was there till,
turning my head, 1 saw him out Of the
corner Of my eye sighting his revolver
at me.
Naturally 1 started.
"Hold on shere," said Barker. Your
pipe makes a fine target. We don't al
low people to smoke such expensive
pipes out here"
The words were scarcely out of his
mouth when 1 felt a faint tick on the
bowl of the pipe, heard the crack of a
gun and knew that a bullet had passed
through the pipe.
Hold upi" he growled as I was
about to rise. "Your pipe won't draw
with a hole in it, but it's stu a mighty
good target"
l snatchen a look at him. He was
evidently under the influence Of liquor.
1 felt sure that If l didn't let him shoot
at my pipe he would shoot at me and
neryed myself to stand another shot.
Indeed, this was all 1 could do, for /
was unarmed. But a cold chill ran
down my back and a cold sweat stood
out all over me. Nevertheless 1 put
up a pretty good front. I sat with
comparative compOsure, occasionally
letting a faint cloud of tobacco smoke
escape from between my lips, but not
daring to move a hairbreadth for fear
of interfering with the mans aim.
Several persons from inside the hotel,
having heard a shot, came out to dis
v who had been killed. They ar
rived just in time to see the second
shot and the top of the bowl Of my
pipe cut off. They at once took in the
situation, and, seeing me coolly puff
ing, not knowing my internal condi-
ton, they cried out, Good pluck, stran-
ger!' STEADY nerve!" "He amt no
tenderfootr' and such like comph-