Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1921-01-07

ed Don Juan a couple Of pesos.
Remember, john" he cautioned the
bibulous one as they tied up for the
night, nothing unusual happened to-
night"
"Divil q thing, MIsther Geary.
Thenk you. sor," the Gaelic wreck re-
piled blithely and disappeared in the
darkness, leaving Billy to guide the
stranger to 81 Buen Amigo, where he
was taken into the confidence Of Moth
err jerks and, on Billy'a guarantee Of
the board bill, furnished with room
and left to his own devices.
-
John Stuart Webster came down the
gangplank into Leber's launch hard at
the heels OF the port doctor.
''You young horse thief" he cried,
affectionately. II believe it's the Gus
tom down this way for men to kiss
each other. Wen dispense with that,
but by" He folded Billy in pater-
nal embrace, then held him at arms
length and looked him over.
Lord, son." he said, you're as thin
as a snake. I'll have to feed you up"
As they sped toward the landing, he
looked Billy over once more. IL have
IT," he declared. 'You need a change
of climate to get rid of that malaria.
just show nae this little old mining
claim Of yours, Bill, and then hike for
Gods country. Three months up there
will put you right again, and by the
time you get back, wen be about ready
to weigh the first cleanup"
Billy shook his head "Td like to
mighty well, jack" he replied, ''but !
just can't"
"Huht I suppose you don't think I'm
equal to the task Of Strengthening out
this concession Of yours and making a
hummer out of 1t, eh?''
The young fellow looked across at
him sheepishly. Miner" he jeered.
who's talking about a mine. I'm
thinking of a glrlP'
"Oh |"
"Some girl, Johnny"
II hope she's not some parrakeet,"
Webster bantered. "Have you looked
up her pedigreeT
"Ah-h-hi" Billy spat over the side in
sheer disgust. "This is an American
girl-born here, but white-raised in
the q. 8. A. I've only known her
three weeks, but-ahl" And Billy
kissed his hand into space.
swell, I'm glad find you so happy,
boy. When do you pull of the we'd
ding?"
"Oh," said Billy, "that's premature,
Jack. / haven't asked her. How
could until I'm able to support herr"
'Look here, son." Webster replied.
"don't you go to work and be the kind
of fool was. You get married and
take a chance. A man ought to marry
young, Bill. Hang the odds. know
what's good for you"
At the hotel Billy sent a note to
Dolores, apprising her that John
Stuart Webster had arrived-and
would she be good enough to receive
| them2
Miss Ruey would be that gracious
She was waiting for them In the veran-
da just Off the patio. outwardly calm
but inwar1ly a foment of conflicting
emotions. AS they approached she af.
fected not to see them and turning
glanced in the opposite direction; MOI
did she move her head until Billy's
voice, speaking at her elbow, said:
''Well, Dolores, here's my old Jack
partner waiting to be introduced
Jack, permit me to present Miss Do
lores Ruey."
She turned her face and rose gra
ciously, marking with secret triumph
the light OF recognition that leaped II
his eyes. lowered there the hundredtl
part of a second and departed, leavin,
those keen, Quizzical blue orbs apprais
ing her in the most natural manner Inn
aglnabIe. Webster bowed.
''It-is great happiness to meet you
Miss Ruey," he said gravely.
Dolores gave him her hand. "Yol
have doubtless forgotten, Mr.. Webster
but think we have met before"
1Indeedl" John Stuart Webster mul
INJURED interestedly. $50 stupid OF m
not to remember. Where did we meet7
"He has a profound sense of hu
NOR" she soliloq1ized. "He's going t
force me into the open. oh, dear, II
helpless" Aloud she said: ION tn
train In Death valley last month, Ml
Webster"
4 Webster shook his head slowly, as
mystIfed. 81 fear you're mistaken
Miss Ruey. ! wasn't on the train /
Death valley last month. was |
Denver-so you must hnve met som
other Mr. Webster"
She flushed furlously. II didn
think could be mistaken" she Al
swered tribe coldly.
'It Is my misfortune that you were
he replied graciously. Certainly, Ia
we met at that time, should not hay
. failed to recognize you now. Som
how, Miss Ruey, never have an
| luck"
, she was completely outgeneraiei