New Britain herald., 1921-09-08
CHAPTER VI. Cleaned Out.

CHAPTER VI
 Cleaned Out
 Returning home one day Glory saw a strange sight. The Indian, Always Busy. was rolling in a thorny clump of bushes before the house, induced to do so by the threat of Edward Eristo's gun, while Mary Ellen and Mena looked on. Glory rescued the Indian and demanded explanations. It appeared that Always Busy had been fo und hiding under a bed in the house. would not explain his pres ence and had been dragged out and thrown to the thorns by Bristo who had come out to see PhiIomena.
 Taking the Indian aside Glory tried in vain to get from him an explana- tion of his conduct. She was obliged 10 let him go sullenly away. As she entered the house she heard Bristo and Mena talking in the living-room. Mena was saying:
 You might as we'll know before hand that you'd have to rent a real slave to pop the soda bottles, whilst I arise to my exalted rightful sphere. Not for naught wouldst I give up the freedom of my present state. Only for unremitting love and devotion does a forewoman get behind a man. None but a husband on his knees wouldSt I consider-on his knees, say I"
 Even before Gloriana's escape the regal gesture which embellished these stern terms had bent the gangly, somewhat stiff form of the confirmed bachelor-had landed him literally in the dictated prostrate position.
 That he was subsequently, raised to normal state of body, if not of mind. became evident some minutes later, when the young boss saw the twain starting out for their first stroll as an engaged unit.
 The living-room vacated, Gloriana re-entered to open her desk and file the letters which she had brought from town.
 She opened a lower drawer to place them with the unused power of at torney and other of her treasures.
 From a nasty examination she started back with a smothered cry. The all-precious packet of mother tokens. placed therein only recently, with their accompanying pencil-point iEstructions-all were gone So they were what the Apache had come to steal!
 With the discovery, after a thor ough search, that the old Indian had left his ragged coat under Philomena's s bed when the angry suitor dragged him forth, had come restoration of the token. They were found, stuffed in one of the pockets of the garment, evidently discarded that its owner might not be caught with the goods" and now reposed in a more secret hiding-place. But the question stood open: What was the Apache's inter est that he should have searched for and be departing with them when the unexpected appearance of Ed Bristo had sent him into ill-chosen conceal r.ent? In some way he must be made to answer.
 The next morning Glory rode out her rifle. having received word that a mountain lion was lurking near one of the corrals. She agreed to stop at the hut where Tumble Weed was guarding the market band" of horses and deliver to him from Mary Ellen a pacifying message which would undoubtedly bring together those two temporizing lovers. Arriv ing at the hut she found Gay inside recovering from the effects of a drug which someone had slipped into his coffee pot while he had been absent. Also the horses were gone. She rode to the top of the mesa where the