The Huttig news., 1917-03-03

that she saw him by daylight, had be- gun to challenge her interest. Phys ieally Law was of an admirable make considerably over six feet in height, with wide shoulders and lean strong 1 limbs. Although his face was schooled to mask all but the keenest emotions, a pair of bluegray, meditative eyes, With a whimsical fashion of WrinkIing half-Shut when ne talked, relieved d countenance tbat otherwise would have been q trifie grim and somber. The nose was prominent and boldly archcd, the mouth was thin-lipped and mobile. In his face there WAS nothing animal i'll a bad sense. Certainly it showed no grossness. The man, de spite his careless use of the plains yer nacular, seemed to be rather above the average i'll education and intelli- gence. On the whole, she rather re- sented the good impression Law had made upon her, for on general prin- eiples she chose to dislike and distrust men. Rising, she walked painfully to the pond and made q leisurely toilet.
 Breakfast was ready when she re- turned, and once more the man sat upon his heels and smoked while she ate. After while she remarked I'm l glad to see Ranger in this country. There has been q lot of stealing down our way, and the association men can't seem to stop it. Perhaps you can.'
 "The Rangers have a reputation in that line. he admitted. But there is stealing all up and down the border, l since the war
 'The ranchers have organized. They have formed q sort of vigilance com mittee in each town, and talk of using bloodhounds."
 .Bioodhounds ain't any good, outside of novels. If beef got scarce, them Greasers would steal the dogs and eat 'em." He added, meditatively, Dog aint such bad eatin', either"
 Have you tried it?"
 Mr. Law nodded
 1 Did you join the Maderistas for ex- citement?"
 Mostly. Then, too, l believed Pan chito Madero was honest and would l give the peons land. An honest Mexi- can is worth fightin' for, anywhere The pelados are still struggling for their land-for that and a chance to live and work and be happy
 Mrs. Austin stirred impatiently. ''They are fighting because they are told to fight. There is no patriotism in them" said she.
 T think" he said, with grave delib- erateneSs, 'the majority feel something big and vague and powerful stirring inside them. They don't know exactly what it is, perhaps, but it is there. Mexico has outgrown her dictators. They have been overthrown by the same causes that brought on the French Revolution"
 "The French Revolution Alaire leaned forward, eying the speaker with startled intensity. What Go you know about the French Reyolution?"
 Reaching for a coal, the Ranger spoke without facing her. I've read good bit, ma'am, and I'm noble listener. l remember good, too. Why. l had a picture of the Bastille once" itt 1t bdStlliNs anu HIS nearer settled back. "That was some calaboose now, wasn't it?" A moment later he inquired, ingenueusly, Il don't suppose you ever saw that Bastille, did you?'
 "No. Only the place where it stood"
 "Sho'! You must have trayeled right smart for such young lady" He beamed amiably upon her.
 There was something winning about this young mans modesty, and scme- thing flattering in his respectful admi ration. He seemed, also, to know his place, fact which was even more iE his favor. Undoubtedly he had force and ability; probably his love of ad- venture and happy lack of settled purpose had led him to neglect his more commonplace opportunities and sent him into the Ranger service. This man had been denied what she termed education therefore she decided to put one in his way.
 Do you like to read?" she asked