The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-04-26
CHAPTER Il-Continued.

NItuSeIS "Oulu Sttul tllp uoES ana t;t
EN-" He added, mcditntively. Dog
nin't such bad entn'. either"
Have YOU tried it?"
Mr.. Law nodded.
did you join the Muderlstas for OK
citement?"
"Mostly. Then. too. l believed PAN
chito Madcro was honest and would
give the poems land. An honest McNi-
can is worth tighth' for, anywhere
The pelndos are still struggling for
their lnnd-for that and 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.
II think" he said, with grave dclib-
erateness, "the ma ujority feel something
big and vague and powerful stirring
inside them. They don't know exactly
what 1t is, perhaps. but it Is there.
Mexico has outgrown her dictators
They have been ovcrthrown by the
same causes that brought on the
French Revolution"
"rhe French Revolution I" Alnirc
startled Intensity. "Whnt do you know
about the French Revolution?"
Reaching for a coal, the Ranger
spoke without facing her. "Ive rend Il
good bit, mn'nm, and I'm noble
listener. l remember good, too. Why,
had picture OF the Pnstille once"
lie pronounced 1t "Bastilly." and his
henrer settled back. "Thut was some
cnlahoose, now, wasn't it?" a moment
later he inquired, ingenuously. II don't
suppose you ever saw that Bastille
did you2"
mo. Only the place where 1t stood
"Sho'! You must have travelled right
smart for such II young lady" lie
benmed amiably upon her.
There was something winning about
this young mans m0deSty. and some
thing flatterlng In his respectful adml-
ration. He seemed, also, to know his
place. n fact which was even more in
his favor. Undoubtedly he had force
and ability; probably his love OF adj
venture and happy lack Of settled
purpose had led him to neglect his
more commonplace opportunities nnd
sent him into the Ranger service This
man had been denied what she termed
edncation; therefore she decided to
put one in his way
DO YOU like to read?" she asked
him
Say It's my favortc form Of ex-
ercise." Laws blur-grny eyes were OK
pressionless, his face was bland.
"Why?"
81 have great many books at Las
Palmas. You might enjoy some Of
them"
"Now that's nice Of you, ma'am.
Mebbc III look into this cattle-stealih'
in your neighborhood, and If 1 do I'll
sure come borrown'"
"Oh, I'll send you boxful when 1
get back" said Alaire, and Dave
thanked her humbly.
Later, when he went to move his
mare into shady spot, the Ranger
chuckled and slapped his thigh with
his hat. Bessie Belle, we're going to
improve our minds" he said aloud
"We're going to be literary and read
Pilgrims Progress and Alice in
Wonderland I bet Wen enjoy 'em.
eh? But-doggone She's nice lady,
and your coat Is just the same color
as her hair"
Where the shade was densest and
the breeze played most freely, there
Dave fixed comfortable couch for his
guest, and during the heat of the fore
noon she doZed. But one cannot sleep
well with tropic sun In the heavens,
and since there was really nothing for
her to do until the heat abnted Alaire,
when she awOke, obliged the Ranger
TO amuse her.
AS the morning progressed Law
proved himself an interesting compan-
ion, and in spite Of the dscomforts of |
the situation the hours slipped rap
idly. Luncheon was disagrceablc
meal, eaten while the arroyo baked
and the heat devils danced on the |
nils; but the unpleasantness was OF
brief duration, and Law always man
aged to Danish boredom. Nor did he
seem to waste thought upon the ma
ture of that grim business which
brought him to this place. Quite the
contrary, In the afternoon he put his
mare through her tricks for AlaIre's
edidcation, and gOsslped Idly of what.
ever interested his guest
Then as the sun edged to the west
and Mrs. Austin became restless. he |
saddled Bessie Belle and led her down
the gulch into u safer covert. Return.
tne, he carefully Obliterated all traces !,