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ness crept into his voice. For if the
men had escaped that would be two
less witnesses against him.
"Yep."
"Too bad. If they hadn't I could
have proved by them l was not one of
the men who sold them the stock"
Flandrau replied.
Like h you could" Buck snOrted,
then grinned at his prisoner in a
ahame-faced way: you're good one,
son."
Jake stuck his head in at the door.
"Buck, you're needed to help with
them two-year-olds. The old man wants
to have a talk with the rustler. Doc
says he may. MalOney, will you take
him up to the hOuseY
Maloney had once ridden for the
Circle G and was friendly with all the
men on the place. He nodded. "Sure."
"A Mexican woman let them into the
chamber where the wounded man lay.
Kate was bending over the bed re-
arranging the pillows, but she looked
up quickly when the two men entered.
Her eyes were still gentle with the
love that had been shining down from
them upon her father.
Cullison spoke. "Sit down, Dick"
And to his prisoner: "You too"
Flandrau saw close at hand for the
first time the man who had been Ari-
zona's most famous fighting sheriff.
Luck Cullison was well-built and of
medium height, Of dark complexion
clean shaven, wiry and muscular AL
ready past fifty. he looked not day
more than forty. One glance was
enough to tell Curly the kind OF man
this was. The power Of him found ex-
preston in the gray steel-ch1lled eyes
that bored into the young outlaw
sYou have begun early, young fell
low" he said quietly: "But never mind
that Il don't ask you to convict your
self. sent for you to tell you | don't
blame you for this" He touched the
wound in his eide.
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Say. Pm to be yore valley and bo,n
you into them clothes. Git a wiggle
on YOU"
Buck escorted his prisoner over n
the ranch messhouse. The others had
nn1shed breakfast but Maloney was
still eating. His mouth was full of
hot cakes. but he nodded across at
Curly in casual friendly way.
"How's the villain in the play this
mo'ning?" he inquired.
IWenty-one usually looks on the
cheerful side Of life. Curly had for
gotten for the moment about what
had happened to his friend Mac. He
did not remember that he was in the
shadow Of a penitentiary sentence.
The sun was shining out of a deep
blue sky. The vigor of youth flowed
through his veins. He was hungry and
good breakfast was before him. For
the present these were enough.
ME, I'm feeling a heap better than
was last night" he admitted.
Game pretty near losing you out of
the cast, didn't WEI"
Might a-turned out that way if the
stage manager had not remembered
the right cue in time"
The heart of the prisoner went out
to this man who was reaching a hand
to him in his trouble. He had always
known that Maloney was true and
steady as snubbing post, but he had
not looked for any kindness from him.
kite just got telephone message
from Saguache," the Bar Double nj
man went on easily. your friends
that bought the rustled stock didn't
get away with the goods. Seems they
stumbled into bunch of rurales unex-
pected and had to pull their freight
sudden"
make their getaway?" Curly in
CURED as indifferently as he could
But in spite of himself a note of eager
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CHAPTER II.-Continued.

She was taking their assent for
Sranted. Now she waited and gave
them a chance to chorus their agree
ment. None Of them spoke except Ma
loney. Most of them were with her in
sympathy but none wanted to be first
in giving way.
She looked around from one to an
other, still cheerful and sure of her
ground apparently. Two steps brought
her directly in front of one. She
caught him by the lapelS of his coat
and looked straight into his eyes. "You
have changed your mind, haven't you.
jake
The big Missourian twisted his hat
in embarrassment.
Sure Whatever'S right suits me-
well, you know what is right, don't
yOu?
II expect"
Then you won't hurt this man. our
priSOner?"
81 haven't thing against him if you
haven't"
Then you won't hurt him? You
won't stand by and let the other boys
do it," \
"Now. Miss Kate"
She burst into sudden tears. ST
thought you were my friend, but nov
I'm in trouble you-you think only of
making it worse"
Jake gave in Immediately and the
rest followed like a flock of sheep.
Two or three of the promises came
aard, but she did not stop till each
one Individually had pledged himself.
The young man she had saved could
lot keep his eyes from her. He would
nave liked to kneel down and kiss the
edge of her dress and put his curly
mead in the dust before her. The ice
IN MS heart had melted in the warmth
VI great emotion. She was standing
close to him talking to Buck when he
spoke in a low voice.
reckon l can't tell yOu-hOw much
IN obliged to you, miss"
She drew back quickly as if he had
"een a snake about to strike, her hand
'Snnctively gathering her skirts so
udl they would not brush against him.
don't want your thanks" she told
"n and her voice was like the drench
Oh an icy wave.
out When she saw the hurt in his
eyes she hesitated. Perhaps she
sueSSed that he was human after all,
.Ot an impulse carried her forward to
%Ae the rope from his neck. While
NO neart beat twice her soft fingers
%ucled his throat and graZed his
HeeK' Then she turned and was gone
rom the room.
II was long time before the bunk
'OuSe quieted. Curly, faint with weari-
Vs. lay down and tried to sleep His
~ ~ was paining good deal and he |
w leVerlsh. The men of the Circle
onu their guests sat down and |
asueu the whole thing over. But aft
uLne the doctor came in and had |
patent carried to the house. He |
~ put in good clean bed and his
'm dressed again.
r 1me doctor brought him good news.
N unison is doing fine. He ought to
axe a" It all right"
h, Jury thought about the girl who
%u fought for his life.
bae nOull not let him die, Doc" he
D,o neS too tough for that, Luck Gull
sIaon s,Sently Doctor Brown gave him a
to .png powder and left him. Soon
too,. mat Curly fell asleep and
ba 1 about slim dark girl with
nh .0ng- 'ashed eyes that could be
lender and ferocious.
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Laura London and Soapy
Stone.
(TO BE CONTINUEDD
Pearls Transformation.

For two or three years in the seas
of Japan. the Antilles or the Indies,
at a depth of not more than ten or
twelve meters, the marvel known as
pearl has its birth, takes form and
grows in it's sheltered infancy. Then
there comes a day when suddenly. bru-
tally, something tragic and wonderful
happens. After the great excitement
of a rude unrOoting, the pearl awakens
to daylight like the princess of the
fairy tales. Passionate. mad eyes gaze
upon her. Perhaps, already, the divers
are killing each other over her. But
a master comes and assures her pro-
lection, places her among companions,
and with them surrounds her with a
thousand attentions by dint OF which
she loses that look of extreme youth
and greenness which has fingered from
the sojourn in the ocean.
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SAM CULLISON.

svnopsis-Adventuro and reck-
less, rather than criminal, and ex-
cited by liquor, Curly Flandrau
and his chum Mac, both practi-
caIlv mere boys, become involved
in a horse-stealing adventure. Dis
nosiag of the stolen stock in the
town of Saguache. Ariz., the band
separates, Curly and his partner
staying in town. They are 9wak-
oned and told posse is in town In
nursuit of them. They elude their
nursuers. Overtaken next day, Mac
Is killed by the posse and Curly
made captive, after he has shot
one and himself been wounded.
The man shot is Luck Cullison, a
former fighting sheriff. CulIison's
friends, all cattlemen. determine to
lynch Curly as an example to
cattle thieves. With the rope
around his neck Kate Cullison,
Luck's daughter. says Nor
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Rockino Stones.

Rocking stones belong to a class Of
freak stones. familiar to biologists.
Some Of these rocking stones are made
SO by the force of the wind which cuts
the dirt or sand out from under them.
They are of harder material than the
dirt and stones which surround them
So the harder remains after the soft
er or shifting material has been worr
away. Other rocking stones are
by the melting of glaciers
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CHAPTER III.

Cnr,. "'iisons, and Laura London.
b ho was awakened by the sound
hst ~ eooK beating the call to break
(esdo a triangle. Buck was standing
NOnina &c they coming this glad
Bin, o. Son?' he inquired with a
Randro, and dandy" grinned back
Co. How is CuIIison?"
eky f. "S the wheat, doe says. Mighty
Mr. c. Flandrau that he is.
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some open shop might still be found.
Probably he was right, too, but at
that hour specific knowledge, not a
general idea. was what was needed.
Had any Of them known just where to
go something might have been ac-
complished. But by o'clock it was
obvious that they had failed. They ad-
mitted this at 8th avenue and l4Sth
street. But by this time Pudge's
fighting blood, always slow to rise,
was up.
I'VE might as we'll go home" said
Jack. without spirit. Spend the night
Fudge"
mo, thanks" said Fudge, with de-
cision. Il wouldn't help you any
Marge knows me too we'll to treat me
like company. And I'm not ready to
quit yet, if you are! Hank-turn her
around and take us downtown, if
you've got enough juice"
They had, sometime since, reached
that stage Of intimacy with the chauf-
feur that required the use of his first
name. Also, he had gathered details
and was as keen in the hunt as they
themselves. So off they went, south
now. And as they neared the park
Fudge, now in sole command, changed
their course.
Through the park. Hank" he said
II feel like a conspirator, and I need
a lot of space when l conspire."
Don't be an ASST said Frothing-
ham. This isn't any Joke for me, if
1t does strike you as funny"
you'll see how much OF joke it
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DO Your Christmas Shopping Late"

ages, getting them ready. And then
the next day. Christmas itself, the de-
liveries must be made. Fine business!
He fought his way out to the street
again. 1t had been getting warmer
ever since dusk, and now 1t had be-
gun to rain, fine drizzle that made
the pavements wet and slippery, and
the streets muddy. Fudge said
things not meet to be set down and
held against him. A little snow would
have improved everything. he thought.
For the twentieth time he racked
his brain to think Of some one upon
whom he could descend for the next
day. And for the twentieth time in
vain. The few people of his acquaint-
ance who would be spending Christ
mas in or near New York he didn't
know well enough. Most of his
friends were like the Frothinghams.
flown to homesteads in all parts of
the country. For, Of course. he didn't
know about the wreck and Jacks
business errand to the west, and all
the other things.
Too many Of the faces he saw in
the streets were lined with care. as
IL their owners were wondering how
they were to come through what to
them was simply an orgy Of conven-
tional, compelled expenditure. And
greed was there. too, in the eyes and
the sharp lines Of the faces Of the
peddlers. crying their wares. their
toys. their trumpery gifts. The thing
obsessed him so that he missed the
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By William Almon Wolf

its shelter. There was just room for
them inside. when everything was
slowed away. The Fr6thinghams were
OF the Riverside drive tribe Of the cave
jewellers of Manhattan, and Jack gave
the address. At which moment patrol
man Terence Malone chose to appear,
making pointed inquiries.
I've had me eye on ye," he said.
And what might ye be doin' here?"
shopping, offioer-just shopping"
said Fudge, with an apoplectic gurgle.
Have Teddy bear?"
But the soul of Patrolman Malone
was soul above brides. At this
time he showed symptoms Of spiritual
kinship with the trussed Waterman.
''Shoppin.' is ut?' he said. An the
stores closed an ALL"
"'Tis burglars ye are." he decided.
almost at once. An may the Lord
ha' mercy on ye-for it's cruel hard
the judges ARE on them as robs on
the avenoor'
Shame on you. Terry Malone!" said
Hank. injecting himself at this juno
ture into the discussion. For it SEEM
ed he and this policeman were old
friends. Don't you know gentlemen
when you see them? What if their
ways are
He paused. A more extensive
vocabulary than his. indeed. was
needed to supply the proper word. APP
parently this struck him with a GER
| tain force. and he subsidized.
Never think I'll be aisy on them
because they've corrupted We. Hank"
said Malone. There's talk enough
of graft-little I've seen of the same.
I'd run in me own brother. if the
need arose!"
And yet. it was plain that behind
the f1rmness and decision of the words
of Patrolman Malone there lurked a
great uncertainty as to the proper
action. 1t might be guessed that for
once he would have welcomed the
APPROACH Of his sergeant. making
rounds. though of this sergeant and
a certain low habit he had of wear
ing rubber heels Terence, in his time,
had said harsh things.
Garry on" said Fudge suddenly.
And. with SUDDEN passion: Can we
wait here all night for this flat-footed
cop to decide about running US in?"
X X + 4
IT was Hank who now took the real
risks. But the night had filed him.
fidence in Fudge Even though Terence
knew him, and so could insure his ar
rest, even if they effected temporary
escape, he carried on. The cab shot
forward. and left Terence sprawling
in the snow. They were north of 34th
street before the agonized shrilling of
Malone's whistle drew the startled at
i tention of the policeman at the cross
| ing. He ran toward the sound. There
was no reason why he should connect
it with a taxicab of wholly innocent APP
pearance. Uptown sped the cab. and
within. Fudge and rockingham en-
braced one another. and gave them
selves to an unseemly mirth. 1t was
Hank who sobered them. when The
stopped in the eighties.
Il amt no kill-joy, gents,' he said.
81 amt saying it's not funny. neither.
But it's serious, too-very serious.
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ing firmly to his honor. He might
very well. Of course, have driven home
forthwith, and left them to their well
deserved fate.
Whites, in case you are not familiar
with that mecca of the young. occu-
pies portions of loft building that
scrapes the sky. and is on nodding
terms with all the stars Of heaven.
A wise law requires an alleyway in
the rear of such a structure. and this
Fudge had observed and converted at
once to his own uses. 1t turned out
to be a simple matter for them to
swarm over a gate and so come to a
deeply. Swallowed alley. Before them.
and open, was a door that led into the
cellar They went Tn, to warmth
that was grateful after the cold, damp
air outside. The drizzle persisted, but
it was getting chillier all the time.
BLAINE casual they are here-as I
thought they would be-" said Fudge
in a low tone. 1.-THE f1reman's banked
his fires. and he's probably. consort-
ing with other evil characters in
saloon that before prohibition closed
at l o'clock, but now doesn't close at
all. Bless all lawbreakers"
They wandered promiscuously about
the cellar. 1t was dark, but there
were patches of light, and they found
themselves mysteriously in what.
from internal evidence, must be the
shipping room. Here rockingham
rose miraculously to the occasion, for
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Terry'n have reported by this time. and
every precinct in the city'll be watch
in for us. We've got to get to the
drive slowlike and careful, an the long
way round. We can't go home like 1t
was from the opery."
That sounds like good medicine"
said Fudge. "And-oh! I'll bet he heard
you giving Hank the address, too, Jack.
They'll have skirmishers all around your
place!"
'well?" said rockingham blankly.
Here's where / turn the command
over to Hank" said Fudge. 'fHe lives
in this town. don't. thank Cod"
well. I'd say to drive around. care
lesslike." said Hank. AN you gents
could manage a bit of a song. now an
then. like YOU found a drink or two too
many-it might divert the ideas OF any
cops Wen be meetin. For they'll rea-
son that them they're after-which is
us-would be avoidin' attentionlike, in
stead of invitin' it,
Some strategist!' acclaimed Fudge.
IAN right. Hank. And remember
you're in charge"
1t developed that Hank had an ex-
traordinary and intimate knowledge
of the ways of the police. He drove
of guarding. Generally speaking, he
just drove. And a temporary peace
descended upon them. That was just
the trouble. The knowledge that il
was temporary was like a canker
eating into the heart of their happi-
ness. Sooner or later they had to go
home. or to some equally perilous
place. And they hadn't evolved. as
yet, any safe way of completing their
adventure. 1t kept on showing, so
grew labored. and in the Bronx. to
which ultimately they penetrated
they came upon stalled trolley cars
Certainly 1t was white Christmas
But as to its being merry.
They grew tired of travel. Even
the snow. which had pleased them
greatly in the beginning. palled upon
them. They tasted the bitter fruit OF
repentance. By this time. they judged
the Waterman might have been dis
and cry. For through the ever-fall'
ing snow the cold. bleak dawn was
breaking. They ceased to sing. and
they saw no humor in their plight
And then. as. for no discernible rea.
son, they happened to be passing q
subway near Van Cortlandt Park, 4
blue shape sprang upon the running
board, and Hank. admitting himself
beaten. stopped the car.
Were pinched.' said Fudge. well
I don't know that I'm sorry!
The door was opened. and the RED
face of Terence Malone was framed
! in the opening.
Saints preserve us!" he said richly
AN you're still there"
And then madness descended upon
Fudge. and he took with Terence the
same line that he had taken earlier
with the unresponsive Waterman.
And where else would we be, you
l-you-you omadhaun!" he said saw
! agely. Now. he had not the least no.
| ton of what an omadhaun might be
but somewhere he had heard an Irish.
man use the word. You and your
whistling, Setting every cop in
town on our trail, when we wanted
nothing better than to go home and
| to bed!"
| He shook his fist in the face of Ter.
ence. who recoiled, his blue eyes pop
ping.
"Yere burglars" said Terence, weak
ly. ITS me duty to run We in"
Burglars. your grandmother snap
| ped Fudge. aroused. IF we wer,
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burglars would we have stayed VI
the cab? when we got away fro
you wouldn't we have sneaked for Il
subway or something. and made
getaway? DO burglars steal SUE
He seized a polar bear and sma
Terence full in the face with its fun
weight.
you've made mischief enoughs" .
said. springing out and threatenip
Terence with some other anims
What are you doing here. anyhow
, This isn't you post"
I'm on dutyr said Terence feeo9
I'm on me way home to Christina
dinner and the bit tree for the youu
vans"
"oh. you are, are your" said Pudo
| bitterly. After keeping US out Q
night you're on your way home! Gle
! don't pay taxes here to keep yd
4, and your like in uniform! wen. hon
you shall go. in Hanks cab. hen
when we've done with you. But mo-
now we're going home-righ
straight home! And you're going wa
us. to tell any fool cop we meet tht
it's all right. See? You got ue int
! trouble. and now you're going 70 !
But" began Terence. bewiu
cred.
| Get in" roared Fudge
And in Terence got Don't blame M
! too much. Fudge was berserk AZ tns
moment. And, once they had him
and were bowling pleasantly soutl
ward. with only an occasional Intel
lude to dig out the wheels. where,
! open spaces. the snow had drifta
badly. they told him aDout Billy.
was somewhere along the way thu
Fudge got his really great idea b.
he kept quiet about 1t until they had ~
the dispirited gauntlet of police tht
still lowered about the mansion ]
which the Frothinghams lived. Tel
! ence. still dazed. assured them this
all was well. and would. in due ses
son. be explained.
The greeting that rockingham n
ceived from the sleepy but still in
| possible hallboy seemed to settle II
last doubts of Terence Malone.
"Tis all right, I'm thinkin'," he sal
rubbing his hand over his poor brow
But it's not accordin' to reguls
| TONS
''Herew said Fudge. They were
the hall, and Hank and the bellbo
and rockingham were bringing ]
4 their purchases from the cab. He too
the clothes of Santa Claus. SkillfulI
he attached the false beard an
! whiskers to the face OF Patrolma
Terence Malone. Put on the dudsl
he commanded you've got to pla
Santa Claus Maybe the kids OF
enough to recognize his father or NJ
but he never saw you before!
/ There was a little argument. Whil
it endured, rockingham held cor
verse with his wife. and five mir
utes later. with lips that smiled an
eyes that were two blazing questio
marks. she let them in. clad In
4 kimono. with Billy. who had bee
awake for hours, beside her.
Billy's eyes grew wide at the visio
of Santa Claus. gift laden. NeHns
for his father nor his Uncle Pubs
had he eye or word.
"Oh-oo," he said. There is a SAINT
Claus"
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~ Service)
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fully. Il trusted you. and that's the
way you reward me! Oh. we'll
They turned away, then. and began
limited only by a rather liberal esti-
mate Of their capacity for carrying a
dead load. They bought an electric
railway system and a model of a
planes. Also a number of woolly ami
mails Of uncertain evolutionary his
tory, and various books guaranteed
to be indestructible.
They picked up trifies here and
tags and some didn't. and they listed
all the items on q sheet Of paper, with
estimated prices for the things that
weren't marked. Their estimates were
liberal. but they asked that a bill be
their addresses. And then they strip
ped a Santa Claus of his clothing.
and were able to survey the naked
result without mirth.
We'll, guess that's au,' said Froth-
ingham at last, with a regretfrl look
about the store, which brought up at
the baleful eyes of the Waterman.
Seems kind of rough on him, Fudge, "
he said, nodding at the trussed form
of their victim
Cant be helped" said Fudge severe
~. Hes not trustworthy" He went
over and glared at the Waterman
Let this be a lesson to you" he said
sternly. "The trouble with You is that
you don't know how to treat customers
But We're making allowance, because
you're not one Of the regular salespeo-
pie. Suppose they all acted the way you
do. Why this store would be out of
business in a month. You want to
treat customers SO that they'll be anx-
ious to come again."
Then he stopped and placed a twenty
dollar bill in the watchman's pocket
You see-were not vindictive,' he
said. 1--WE won't report youths time.
And II Mr.. White hears about the way
you treated US. and fires you, we'll heap
Goals of fire on your head, too. Wen
get you another job"
Then they left him
Suppose the fireman's back?" sug-
gested rockingham.
We're not going out the way we
came" said Fudge. "a generals first
duty. when he is advancing, John, is to
prepare his line of retreat And 1 Dor
rowed the watchman's KEYS One of
them. no doubt. unlocks the employees
entrance-and exit-which gives on the
side street. where we posted our re-
serves"
1t was even So The last of about
thirty keys was the right one They
opened the door upon a great white
SitSHSo. VI, "ilio lIley were lIlSlQe, lne
drizzle had turned to snow, and the
street was covered already. while the
arc light at the corner glowed mysteri-
ously through a white blur.
Go get Hank" said Fudge. with a
grin. 'Ill watch the-the packages"
He choked slightly. His sense of hui
NOR was returning from it's necessary
exile
rockingham vanished into the whirl-
ing snow. Three minutes later. the
white ghost of a taxcab doomed up, and
Hank. swearing softly and delightedly,
helped them to carry their purchases to