Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1919-01-23

my camp toys and horse for that old
auto and I've hit the end Of the trail"
Only few of the townsmen recalled
the homeless vagabond boy living here,
there, anywhere, over a decade since.
1t was far home cry, for he had never
had any. Somehow, however, his
brusque bearing his fearless ways,
the tang of courage and venture to his
words stirred up the crowd. The old
est inhabitant warmed up to friend
~ chat, the youngest one ad1niringly
regarded 'man and vehicle that had
spun half way across the continent,
homely, yet sturdy-looking, arousing
rare fancies of daring and variety in
the juvenile Imagination.
For three days man and machine were
the current topics of interest. Then
Bart Morton cleaned up the old rattle
trap, donned more modern attire and
became a familiar figure around the
one hotel Of the place.
ut got lonely out there and I'd
about reached my ambition-five thou
sand dollars" reported Bart. I'D like
to buy into some respectable business
and settle down among real humans"
Then one day Bart asked the hotel
keeper what had become Of Evan
Hughitt. "You know worked for him
for year and he was like father to
me-" he said.
Evan Hughitt was dead, came the
Information. He had died five years
previous. His wife and Juanita. their
laughter, lived at the old place, but
Tor three years had been fighting day
by day, inch by inch, the claim Of
Wolfe Dysart.
The blood rushed to the face of Bart
Morton and he uttered what resem-
bled ferocious snarl as he heard the
name of the man who had nearly
horsewhipped him to death. who had
led. Evan Hughitt into evil ways.
.Dysart is under Indictment in this
county and does not dare to appear
here, but through scheming lawyer
he is keeping Mrs. Hughitt in litign-
ton, hoping to finally force her to
give up part of the property" ex-
planned the landlord.
Two days later Bart Morton saw
Juanita, the child of eight, nov the
girl of eighteen. Within the week it
was known that he had supplied to the
lawyer of Mrs. Hughitt what was
most needed-money to battle the I'M
scrupulous Dysart.
Often pleasant smile followed the
Desert Pal as Bart would whiz by.
Juanita by his side. II Bart had not
yet found home he had found love,
which eventually always leads to the
happy hearth.
One night Bart, returning from the
Hughitt place, CHANGED to pass the Of
fee Of the lawyer Of Mrs. Hughitt.
CHANGING up at its lighted front he
checked his machine and set his teeth
hard. Fof the first time in ten years
he saw his old soulless prosecutor,
Wolfe Dysart. The lights went out
and Il moment later Dysart came hur-
rying to the street, package under his
arm. A quick suspicion came to the
ready mind Of Bart. The plotter had
ventured here to steal documents upon
the production of which rested the
widows chance of winning her case.
Wolfe Dysart swung into the saddle
Of melted steed standing at the
curb. In a flash he was plunging down
the street. In an instant Bart had
urged the Desert Pal into action. The
horse turned into the highway leading
out of town.
Dysart glanced anxiously behind
him and urged up his steed, Bart rea-
LIKED that his suspicious were aroused.
Along the sides of the road for mile
ran deep bitches. Where they ceased
the horseman could turn into the tim.
Der. where Bart could not follow.
Everything depended on his overtaking
the man within that mile.
Kloppetty-klop the horse. Whizz,
whang! the Desert Pal, nearer, near
err. Dysart was fully aroused now.
Bart reached behind him with one
hand. 1t was to seize lariat, faith
full memento of his old desert days,
Whiz! Just where the road turned.
the faultless lasso encircled the rider.
Bart found, as he expected, the
stolen papers. He bound and conveyed
Dysart to town. Within week the
miscreant was on his way to the peni-
Tertiary and the widows case was won.
There was wedding procession to
town shortly after that. The Desert
Pal led it, no longer covered with The
alkali of the Darrens, but with roses.
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