The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-01-22

Well. where 10 she7" he demand.
ed OF tho proprietor: Il Amt had a
wink Of sleep. but wen have TO hi,
the road anyway"
"Dixies in getting a cup % cot
fee answered the proprietor
Better have seller first. be
wheedlsd
You're dead right there. too. old
sport responded the COW boy
Them grays viii shore DRAG me
over tho dashboard II don't NIL
some OF this whisky"
lie tot,ered out as he spoke and
Mr Bowles half rose from his chair
Dixie f,ce was In danger. He must
warn her lie was in a fever o'
excitement when the dining.room
door finally swept open and Dixie
leo entered the room. Then the
cowboy reappeared. walking head
Up with rnAs,erful stride.
why. hello. Dfr," he cried
hurryinE over TO her. What, dorf
| draw nothin'7"
No. you DON'T" responded Dixie
lee. stepping back as he impu
IDENTIFY offered 10 kiss her NO
unless tia n good slap for not meet
INK me down at the train. How
Nav and Paw and all the boys7'
And 80. with many laughing sal
lies. they passed out into the colt
dawn. leaving Bovles TO sit by th'
fire.
CHAPTER II.
A week passed. and then on,
evening n stranger might have beer
seen riding up toward the Bat VIM
gate.
The big white house IN which
Henry Lee made his home was 1
Landmark In southeast Arizona
Some people merely referred TO 1
"a The White House." and tho 4
was forty miles from the railroad
II was as well known IN It's wa!
as the abiding place OF President
In Washington
The White House was bi,
square. adobe building. set boldll
on the top OF low hill and sur
rounded by a broad wooden gallery
Bowles Unattached the gate an,
mounted to the gallery.
Upon the edge OF the porch smok
ing his pipe, sat Henry Lee. tn,
pioneer cattleman Of the Toriuga
Valley.
"Good-eyenIng," Bowles began
Are you Mr.. Lee"
The cattleman looked ut him
moment with n calm. appraislnt
eye. He had seen the procession
go nv for quite while, and h,
could Judge most men by tibet
faces
That's my name. he said
What can I do for YOU"
My name Is Bowles." said tina
gentleman. Mr.. scrimsher. o
Chula Vista. has referred me to yo,
IN regard TO a position as cowboy
should like very much to get sue
place"
Sorry, Mr.. Bowles." answere,
Mr.. Lee, knocking the ashes out o
his pipe, but I'm not taking on an
hands Mt present.
Perhaps there will be an oper
ing for me later?'
No: generally take on III
same boys every year Turn YOU
horse into the pasture and Kit som
supper at the wagon" added IN
old man. with a friendly gesture
but supper was not what Bowie
had come for.
Now. really. Mr.. Lee" he prc
tested. II don't think YOU are quit
fair to me in this. AS understan
It, your roundup Is Just beginninl
and am sure could be OF som
service-for a few days. at least.
The old man glanced al his fame
new outfit. and thought he saw al
other way out
Can you ride?" he inquired.
Yes, sir" answered Bowie,
ANY horse YOU have
| "limm," observed MIR. Lee. RI
garding his man with interest
Did YOU ever ride any bad horses
Yes. sir" lied Bowles; "severa
OF them"
And YOU think YOU can ride an
horse I've got. eh2" mused lie,
Well, I'll tell YOU. Mr. Bowles." h
continued. i've got n horse tina
killed a man last fall-if you'll rid
him I'll take you on for n puncher.
Very well. sir responde
Bowles And thank YOU"
lie turned to go. but the cattl,
I man stopped him in his secon
stride, His bluff had been called
Here Wait mlnutel" he cried