The Lamar register., 1920-01-21


Dinner"
"Buenos tardes. senorita I'll bet I'm
too late to draw any dinner"
"Buenos, senor." she answered
promptly. ''I'll bet you'd lose youl
money You can wash over there by
fence"
She disappeared into the house ano
Curly took care Of his horse, washed
and sauntered back to the porch. He
could smell potatoes frying and could
hear the sizzling of ham and eggs.
While he ate. the girl fitted In and
out, soft-footed and graceful. replen-
ishing his plate from time to time.
Presently he discovered that her IA
ther was away hunting strays on
Sunk creek. that the nearest neighbor
was seven miles distant and that
Stones ranch was ten miles farther
up Dead Cow.
Ever meet a Lad called Sam Cul-
lison?" the guest asked carelessly.
Curly was hardly prepared to see
the color whip into her cheeks or to
meet the quick stabbing look she fast
ened OH him.
You're looking for him, are your
she said. DO you know himf"
He shook his head. She looked at
him very steadily before she spoke
again.
"you haven't met him yet. but you
want to. Is that itr'
That's It,"
"wnl you have another eggf'
F1andrau laughed. mo. thsnks
Staying up at Stones, 10 her
"How should l know who's staying
at Stone's?'
1t was quite plain she did not in
tend to tell anything that would hurt
young CullIson.
Are you expecting to stop In the
hills long-or just visitingr"
"Yes," Curly answered. with his
most innocent blank look.
"Yes whichT
why. whichever you like, Miss
London. What's worrying your II
you'll ask me plain out I'll know how
to answer you"
$50 you know my namef"
Anything strange about thatf The
Bar 80 is the London brand. ! saw
your calves In the corral with their
tanks still sore. Naturally / assume
the young lady ! meet here 10 Miss
Laura London"
What do you want with Sam Cul-
iison1 Are you friendly to himf Or
aren't your
Ladies first. Are you friendly to
hIm7 Or aren't your
Curly smiled gayly across the table
at her. faint echo Of his pleasantly
began to dimple the corners of her
mouth. Both OF them relaxed to peals
Of laughter. and neither of them quite
knew the cause OF their hilarity.
"Oh. youl" she reproved when she
had sufficiently recovered.
$50 you thought I was q detective
or Il deputy sheriff. That's certainly
funny"
For all I know yet you may be
one"
81 never did see anyone with a dis
position so dark-complected as yours.
II you won't put them suspicious to
sleep I'll have to table my cards.
From his pocket he drew a copy Of the
Saguache Sentinel and showed her
marked story. Maybe that will ex-
plain what I'm doing up on Dead
Cow
This is what Laura London read:
, "From Mesa comes the news Of an
other case of bold and nagrant
rustling. On Friday night a bunch OF
horses belonging to the Bar Double NJ
were rounded up and driven across
the mountains to this city. The
stolen animals were sold here this
morning, after which the buyers sci
out at once for the border and the
: 'hievce rndc themselves s~er~e. II
is claimed thar the rustlers were mem
bers of the notorious Soapy Stone out
hit Two of the four were Identified, II
is alleged. as william Cranston. gen
I orally known AS Bad Bill. and q
/ young vaquero called Curly Flandrau
in case the guilty parties are ap
pretended the Sentinel hopes an ex'
ample will he made OF them that VIII
deter others of like stamp from