The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-06-14

sharp stare Of surprise.
: Ihe Ranger stirred, but he did not
meet her eyes. "Well," said he, IL
read most anything I can get. A fell
Ter meets up with strange books just
like he meets up with strange people"
mot books llke-that." There was
brief silence. "AIr. Law, you went
to school in the East, didn't you?
Where?' The man hesitated, at which
she insisted, "Where?"
Dave reluctantly turned upon her a
pair Of eyes In the depths Of which
there lurked the faintest twinkle.
Cornell" said he,
Alaire gasped. After while she re-
marked. stiffly, "You have peculiar
sense Of humor."
NOW don't be offended" he begged
her. I'm good deal like chame-
leon; unconsciously change my color
to suit my surroundings. When we
| hrst met I saw that you took me for
one thing. and since then I've tried not
| TO show YOU your mistake"
why did you let me send you those
silly books? dare say you've had
fine laugh at my expense?"
NO" gravey denied the man.
Ihey had come to an arroyo contain
ing considerable stream Of muddy
water, and Law was forced to get out
to plug the carburetor and stop the oil
| intakes to the crank. This done,
Alaire ran the machine through on the
| self-starter.. When Jose's "Caram-
basil" and Dolores shrieks had SUBJ
sided, and they We're again under way,
Mrs. Austin, it seemed, had regained
her good humor.
"Iou will receive no more Of my IA
vorite authors" she told Dave, spite
fully. "I'll keep them to read my
SELF"
DO you still believe in chivalry?"
Alaire turned her eyes upon the
questioner, and there were no girlish
illusions in them. do your" she quer-
led, with faint curl Of her lip.
''Why-yes."
She shook her head. "Men have
changed. Nowadays they are all self
ish and sordid. Butt shouldn't gen.
eralize, for I'm notorious man-hater,
you know"
He nodded, whereupon she eyed him
speculatively. "Let us see. You are
a man-how far would you go for the
woman you loved?"
"The limit''
Mrs. Austin frowned at this light.
seeming answer. II suppose you mean
that you would make any sacrificeT
Yes; thass It,"
"Would you give up the woman her.
self, If you considered it your duty7
| tNn FThoro 1n,t no l,,f1
higher than love-to my way Of think
ing. But you shouldn't take me as
a specimen. I'm not good represen
tative Of my SEX"
II think you are q very good one,
Alaire said quietly, and Dave realized
that no f1attery was intended.
,, Despite the rough roads, they made
fair time. and the miles Of cactus ant
scrawny brush rolled swiftly past. The
morning sun swung higher, and b.
midday the metal Of the automobile
had become. as hot as q frying pan
They stopped at various goat rancho:
to inquire about Adolfo Urbina, and a
: noon halted beside watercourse fo
lunch.
Dave was refilling the radiator whei
| he oFeIueuEu JOSe III CoHSei Salioh " III
I Mrs. Austin.
Nowhere trace!" the horse
breaker was saying. mo one has seel
e him. Poor Rosa Morales will die o
a broken heart"
Alaire explained to her guest: "JoS
is worried about his cousin Panfilo.
o seems he has disappeared"
: $50! You are Panflo's cousin?
d Dave eyed the Mexican with new in
terest.
r "Si"
o "You remember the mani" Alair
!, went on. Gle was with that felloy
l. you arrested at the water-hole."
"Oh, yes. remember him." Wit
e steady. fingers Dave shook some to
e bacco into cigarette paper. He fel
Alaire's eyes upon him, and they wer
n eloquent of inquiry, but he did no
d meet them.
e Jose frowned. mo one al La Fer
has seen him, and in Pueblo there wa
n not word. 1t Is strange"
r "Panfilo was in bad company whe
T. saw him." Law finished rolling hi
cigarette and lit 1t, still conscious O
'. Alaire's questioning gaze. "He ma
a have had trouble"
is "He was good man." the horse
" breaker asserted, III he Is dead
a The Mexican's frown deepened to
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