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me--and runnin- u seeam rolIer-over
the dear departed"
Whose fault will that be? Don't
yuh know better than TO start a fight
with rigiment?" demanded the SER
geant of police severely.
That wasn't fight. 1t was a
waltz" The faint, unconquered smile
of brown Arizona broke through the
blood and bruises Of the face. 1.-THE
fight began when Jerry Durand and
his friend rushed me-and it ended
when Jerry landed on me with brass
knucks. After that I was a football"
Inc words came in gasps. Every breath
was drawn in pain.
WED ought to pinch yuh," the SER
geant said by way Of reprimand.
think yuh can come to New York
and pull your small-town stuff on us?
Wen show youse. If yuh wasn't al
falfa green I'd give yuh ride" The
officer dropped his grumbling COM
plant to a whisper. "Whisht, bye.
Take straight tip from a man that
knows. Beat it out of town. Get
where the long arm of-of friend of
ours-can't reach yuh. He's a re-
vingeful inemy If ever there was wan"
'You mean that Durand-"
'I'm not namin' Names" the officer
interrupted doggedly. I'm tellin' yuh
somethin' for your good. Take it or
leave it."
Thanks I'll leave It, This is a free
country, and no man Twin can drive
me away" answered Clay promptly.
"Ouch, I'm sore. Give me a lift, SER
geant."
They helped the COW puncher to his
feet. He took limping step or two.
Every move was torture to his out
ragged flesh.
Can you get me taxi? That Is,
If you're sure you don't want me in
yore calaboose," the range-rider said,
leaning against the wall.
"We'll let yuh go this time"
"N1uch obliged-to Mr.. Jerry Du-
rand. Tell him for me that maybe I'll
meet up with him again some time
and hand him my thanks personal for
this first-class wallopin'." From the
bruised, bleeding face there beamed
again the smile indomitable, the grin
still gay and winning. Physically he
had been badly beaten, but in spirit
he was still the man ON horseback.
Presently he eased himself into a
taxi as comfortably as he could.
Home, James," he said jauntily.
''Where?" asked the driver.
'The nearest hospital" explained
Clay. "Tm goin' to let the doctors
worry over me for a while. Much
obliged to both of you gentlemen. l
always did like the Irish. Friend Jerry
is an exception"
The officers watched the cab disap-
pear. The sergeant spoke the COM
ment that was in the mind of them
both.
Hes the best single-barreled sport
that liver met in this mans town.
Not a whimper out of the guy and
him mauled to a pulp. Game as they
come. Did youse see that spark O. the
divvle in his eye, and him not fit to
crawl into the cab? S'long, Tim. No
report on this rough-house, mind yuh."
"Sure Nike"
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CHAPTER vi
Beatrice Up Stage.


If you vision Clay as q man of bat
him as he saw himself. He was q
peaceful citizen from the law-abiding
West. 1t was not until he had been
flung into the whirlpool of New York
that violent and melodramatic mishaps
befell this innocent.
This was the version Of himself that
he conceived to be true and the one he
tried to interpret to Bee Whitford
when he emerged from the hospital af-
ter two days Of seclusion ana pre-
sented himself before her.
1t was characteristic Of Beatrice that
she asked no questions and made no
EXPLANATIONS. After the first startled
glance one might have thought from
her expression that ne habitually wore
one black eye, one swollen lip, one
caulifiower ear, and strip Of gauze
across his cheek.
The dark-lashed eyes lifted from him
to take on a business-like directness.
She rang for the man.
"Have the runabout brought round
at once, Stevens. I'll drive myself"
she gave orders.
With the light case that looked silk
en- strong shs swept the car into the
PARK. Neither she nor Clay talked.
Both of them knew that an explana-
ton Of his appearance was due her
and In the meantime neither cared to
fence with small talk. She drew up
to look at some pond lilies, and they
talked about them for a moment, after
which her direct eyes questioned him
frankly.
He painted with light brush the
picture of his adventure into Bohemia.
The details he filed In whimsically,
In the picturesque phraseology of the
West. Up stage on his canvas was the
figure Of the poet In velveteens. That
Son of the Stars he did full justice.
Jerry Durand and Kitty Mason were
accessories sketched casually.
ST gather that Mr.. Lindsay Of Ari-
IONA was among those present" Be
atrice said, smiling.
Il was glVln the udnce, ne agreed,
and his gay eyes met hers.
Since she was woman, one phase
of his story needed expansion for Miss
Whitford. She made her comment
carelessly while she adjusted the mile
age on the speedometer.
"Queer you happened to meet some
one you knew down there. You said
you knew the girl, didn't your
"We were on the same train out Of
Denver. / got acquainted with her."
Miss Whitford asked no more ques-
lions. But Clay could not quite let
the matter stand so. He wanted her
to justify him In her mind for what
he had done. Before he knew 1t he
had told her the story Of Kitty Mason
and Durand.
81 couldn't let him hypnotic that
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AS she looked at her recovered
friend, Kitty gradually realized an out
ward transformation in his appear
ance. He was dressed quietly In
clothes of perfect fit made for him by
Colin Whitford's tailor From shoes
to hat he was New Yorker got up
regardless of expense. But the warm
smile, the strong, tanned face, the grip
of the big brown hand that buried her
small one-all these were from her
own West. So too had been the non
chalance with which he had stepped
from the rail OF sne moving bus to
that of the other, just as though
this were mis- usual method Of trans
fer.
give got Job at last" she explained
to him. I'm working downtown in
Greenwich Village, selling cigarettes.
I'm Sylvia the Cigarette Girl. At
least that's what they cali me. I carry
tray Of them evenings into the cafe"
"Greenwich Village?" asked Clay.
Kitty was not able to explain that
the Village is a state of mind which is
the habitat of long-haired men and
short-haired women, the brains of
whom functioned In way totally alien
to all her methods Of thought. Cant
you come down tonight to The Purple
Pup or The Sea Siren and see for
yourselff" she proposed, and gave him
directions for finding the classic re-
sorts.
"Pm dressed silly-in bare feet and
sandals and what they call a smock.
You won't mind that, will you?"
you'll look good to me, no matter
what you wear little Miss Colorado"
he told her with his warm, big broth
er'S smile.
you're good" the girl said simply.
II knew that on the train even when
when 1 was mean to you" There
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"But You'll Be a Busy Knight Errant
If You Undertake to Right the
Wrongs of Every Girl You Meet in
New York"
will do a big business on account Of
the fracas. It's Kitty I'm worried
| about"
81 wouldn't worry about her If I
were you. She'll land on her feet" the
girl said lightly.
Her voice had not lost It's sweet
cadences, but Clay sensed in it some
thing that was almost touch Of cool
contempt. He felt vaguely that he
must have Numbered in describing
Kitty. Evidently Miss Whitford did
not see her quite as she was.
The young woman pressed the start
er button. "We must be going home.
have an engagement to go riding
with Mr.. Bromfield."
The man beside the girl kept his
smile working and concealed the little
stab of jealousy that dirked him.
Colin Whitford had confided to Lind
say that his daughter was practically
engaged to Clarendon Bromfield and
that he did not like the man. The
range-rider did not like him either, but
he tried Loyalty to kill his distrust Of
the clubman. If Beatrice loved him
there must be good in the fellow. Clay
meant to be a good loser anyhow.
There had been moments when the
range-riders heart had quickened with
a wild, insurgent hope. One Of these
had been on morning when they were
riding in the park, knee to knee, in
the dawn Of a new clean world. It had
come to him with sudden clamor Of
the blood that in the eternal rightness
Of things such mornings ought to bei
theirs till the youth in them was
quenched In sober age He had looked
into the eyes Of this slim young Diana,
and he had throbbed to the certainty
that she too In that moment Of
tangled glances knew a sweet confu-
sion Of the blood, In her cheeks there,
had been a quick fame Of flying color.l
Their talk had fallen from them, and
they had ridden In a shy, exquisite ST.
l61CS lIOlu WlllCH Sic udu cSCdD6u Dyi
putting her horse to canter.
But in the sober sense of sanity Clay
knew that this wonderful thing was
not going to happen to him. He was
not going to be given her happiness tot
hold In the hollow of his hand. Bee
Whitford was a modern young woman.
predetermined, with proper sense
Of the values that the world esteems.
Clarendon Bromfeld was catch even
In New York. He was rich, Of good
family, assured social position, good
looking, and manifestly in love with
her. Like gravitates to like the land
over.
Bromfeld, too, had no doubt that
Bee meant to marry him. He was I'M
love with her as far as he could be-
with anybody except himself. He
wanted her-the youth, the buoyanti
life, the gay, glad comradeship Of her
and he had always been lucky I'M
getting what he desired. That was
the use Of having been born with a!
silver spoon In his mouth.
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"H-L- POPS"

SYNOPSIS--A scTeword tells THU:
Motoring through Arizona, a party
or fasteners, father and daughter
and male companion. stop to wit
ness a cattle round up. The girl
leaves the car and iS attacked by
wild steer. 4 masterpiece Of
riding on the part of one of the
cowboys saves her life. Then the
story begins: Clay Lindsay, range
rider on an Arizona ranch, an
nounces his intention to visit the
big town." New York. On the
train Lindsay becomes interested in
q young woman, Kitty Mason, on
her way to New York to become
q motion-picture actress. She Is
marked as fair prey by a fellow
traveller, Jerry Durand, gang politi-
clan and expire fighter. Perceiving
his intentions, Lindsay provokes a
quarrel and throws Durand from
the train. On his first day in New
York Lindsay is splashed with wa
ter BIZ janitor. That individual
the rangs-rider Furnishes summarily
and leaves tied to a fire hydrant
A young woman who sees the oc-
currence invites Clay into her
house and hides him from the po-
lice. C1ay's "rescuer" introduces
herself as Beatrice Whitford. Lind
say meets her father, Colin Whit
ford, and is invited to visit them
again.
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c. Err v

Arizona Follows Its LawIess Impulse
The Sea Siren was already begin
ming to fill up when Clay descended
three steps to cellar and was warily
admitted. A nearHawaiian orchestra
was strumming out dance tune and a
few couples were on the floor. Wait
resses, got up as Loreleis, were NOV
ing about among the guests delivering
orders for refreshments.
The westerner sat down In q corner
and looked about him. The walls we're
decorated with crude purple crayons
Of underfed sirens. A statue of nude
woman distressed Clay. He did not
so dreadfully emaciated that he
thought it wise for her to cling to the
yellow-and-red draped barber pole
that rose from the pedestal. On the
base was the legend, 1.-THE Weeping
Lady" After he had tasted the Sea
Siren fare the man from Arizona sus-
pected that both her grief and her
anaemia arose from the fact that she
had been fed on 1t.
A man in artists velveteens minus
a haircut, with large, fat, pasty face,
sat at an adjoining table and dis
coursed to his friends. Presently. dur
ing an intermission Of the music, he
rose and took the rest Of those present
into his confidence.
Bourgeois to the core" he an
nounced, speaking of the United
States. "What are the idols we wor-
ship? Law, the chain which binds an
enslaved people, thrift, born of childish
fear; love OF country, which is another
name for Grass provincialism. II am
a Cosmopolite. not an American. Bo-
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| eyed, turned to him with relentless
malice The gang leader was taking
| no part In the fight.
The crowd parted. Out of the pack
| a pair Of strong arms and lean broad
| shoulders plowed a way for some
what damaged face that still carried
| a debonair smile. With pantherish
| litheness the Arizonan ducked a
| swinging blow. A moment, and ne was
| outside taking the three steps that led
| to the street.
Into his laboring lungs he drew de-
| liciously the soft breath of the night
| 1t cooled the fever Of his hammered
| face, was like an icy bath to his hot
| body. A little dizzy from the blows
that had been rained on him, he stood
| for a moment uncertain which way to
| go.
Then again he became aware of
Durand. The man was not alone. He
| had with him hulking rufian whose
| heavy, hunched shoulders told of
strength. There was hint Of the
gorilla in the way the long arms hung
straight from the shoulders as he
| leaned forward. Both of the men were
watching the cow puncher as steadily
| as alley cats do house finch.
"H--l's going to pop in about three
seconds" announced Clay to himself.
Silently, without lifting their eyes
from their victim for an instant, the
| two men moved apart to take him Oh
both sides. He chung to the wall, fofc-
ing frontal attack. The laughter had
gone out Of his eyes now. They had
hardened to pinpoints. This time it
was no amateur horseplay. lie was
fighting for his life. No need to tell
Clay Lindsay that the New York
gangster meant to leave him as good
as dead.
The men rushed him. He fought
| back with clean, hard blows. Jerry
bored In like wild bull. Clay caught
him off his balance, using a short arm
jolt which had back of it all that
twenty-three years Of clean outdoors
Arizona could give. The gangster hit
the pavement hard.
He got up furious and charged again.
The Arizonan, busy with the other
man, tried to sidestep. An uppercut
Jared him to the heel. In that instant
Of time before his knees began to
sag beneath him his brain flashed the
news that Durand had struck him on
the chin with brass knuckles, He
crumpled up and went down, still alive
to what was going on, but unable to
move In his own defense. Weakly he
tried to protect his face and sides
from the kicks of a heavy boot. Then
he floated balloon-like in space and
vanished into Inconsistencies.
Clay drifted back to world in
which the machinery Of his body
creaked. He turned his head, and a
racking pain shot down his neck. He
moved a leg. and every muscle in it
ached. From head to foot he was
sore.
Voices somewhere in space, detached
from any personal ownership, floated
vaguely to him. Presently these re-
solved themselves into words and SEN
fences.
"We're not to make a pinch, Tim.
That's the word he gave me before he
left. This Is wan av Jerry's private
little wars and ne don't want a judge
askin' lot Of UNNECESSARY questions,
y understand"
Mother av Moses, If this herman
from HIS Hinges hadn't the luck
av the Irish, there'd be questions
a-plenty asked. He'd be ready for the
morgue this blissed minute. Jerry's
a murderin' divvle. When I breeze In
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little girl from the country. could IT.
he asked.
81 suppose not" Her whole face be-
gan to bubble with laughter in the
way he liked so well. But you'll be A.
busy knight Grant If you undertake
to right the wrongs Of every girl you
meet in New York Don't you think It
possible that you rescued her out of O.
job?"
The young man nodded his head rue
fully. That's exactly what 1 did,
After all her trouble gettin' one I've
thrown her out again. I'm a sure
enough fathead"
you've been down to ind out?v she
asked with sidelong tilt of her quick
eyes.
Eyes. I went down this mawnin'
with Tim Muldoon. He's a policeman
l met down there. Miss Kitty hasn't
been seen since that night. We went
Pup, Grace Godwin's Carrot, and all
the places where she used to sell cigar
cites. None of them have seen any
thing of her."
$50 that really your championship
hasn't been so great help to her after
all, has it?"
mo"
"And suppose 1t ruined the bust.
ness Of the man that owns the Sea
Siren"
II don't reckon so. I've settled for
the furniture. And Muldoon says
when it gets goin' again tneaSea Siren
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apprehension. "I'm afraid Of this
town. It's $3.50 kinda cruel. I've got
no friends here"
He offered instant reinsurance with
a strong grip of his brown hand.
you've got one, little pardner. I'll
promise that one big husky will be
on the Job when you need him. Don't
you worry"
She gave him her shy eyes CRATE
fully. There was a mist of tears in
them.
You're GOOD" she said again
naively.
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I find him croakfn' this lad proper and
he acts like crazy man when / stand
him and Gorilla Dave OF till yuh
come a-runnin'. At that they may have
given the bye more than he can carry.
Maybe it'll be roses and nice black
carriage for him yet"
Clay opened his eyes, fexed his arm
muscles, and groaned. He caressed
tenderay his aching ribs.
some wreck" he gasped weakly.
ssTney didn't do thing to me-out-
side Ct beatin' nee up-and stompin' On
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"Yep. never knowed Clay
TO look at a girl before. He
sure thinks a heap Of you."
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(To BE CONTINUED,
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CHAPTER IV-Continued.

It'll cetainly do that, Miss Whit
ford"
''Then Wen look for you Thursday
afternoon SAW
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Keeper Thomas Donahue who has retired after watching the
the New York Zoo 10 hfty-two years.

down to the side of her cage with the
proud airs OF a queen to have me inspect
her little ones. That over, she would re-
tire to one corner satisfied that she had
done something to please me. Later Bill
Snyder succeeded Conklin as head keeper.
when several animals were added to the
collection.
Among them were two lions, Leo the
First and his mate. Helen. When she
gave birth to five cubs Commissioner
Charles B. Slower gave them appropriate
names. The cubs were traded for other
animals to increase the collection.
Il remember the first elephants we
got were three fine specimens. Albert.
Clip and Emperor. What crowds came to
see them in those days. Albert was a
trick elephant. but Emperor was very
bad actor. so Clip. rather dOcile. was
placed between them. Emperor had a
nasty temper. but 1 was never aIrnd of
him one night he broke loose from his
chains and became entangled in Gip's
chains. l called two of the other keepers
to give me hand. but when they heard
that il was Emperor they would not go
near his stall.
"The Barnum Circus was playing at the
Garden at the time and went down to
get Charley White to come up. II was
April 1. and Charley thought We were
trying to put over an Apr'i rool joke. and
when We arrived at the Zoo that inn
precision was further increased. for while
/ was absent one of the keepers got Fred
Rivers. who came and got Emperor free
The next adventure I had was with
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as Indian Prince. There had been bad
blood between the two from day they
were placed in the paddock. Prince got
loose and made for Paddy. In another
minute the fight was on Paddy got the
better OF the argument.
Many of the animals at the Zoo at that
time belonged to Barnum & Bailey. who
loaned them. We needed some large
snakes and Mr.. Conklin bought a boa and
a python from 'Hagenbeck The snakes
were each twenty-five feet in length.
They came to the Zoo in separate
crates and were placed in a small room
in the basement of the Arsenal Building.
the upper floors of which are used as the
police station The circus was in town at
the time and Conklin brought some of the
men from the show to inspect the snakes.
They all agreed that they were two beau
tiful specimens. In some unexplained way
the lid to the box containing the boa was
not fastened The outside door to the
room was locked and the party left
There was a wall around the room which
extended upward TO within two feet of the
ceiling one of the rooms adjoining was
used for preparing the food for the lions
The snake got out of his quarters during
the night. and when Mr.. Conklin went there
the next morning the boa could not be
found All hands were summoned. and
with the aid of several policemen a search
was made of the cellar, but no sign of Mr.
Snake.
The policemen above were i'm mortal
fo,fs.,ay ~, p,,. J-tr-..f,,- f,-o
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the Polar bear. We were going to send
him down 10 Madison Square Garden the
next morning. In some way the door of
the cage we had put him in was left open.
and when We went to get him in the
morning Mr.. Bear was missing. The alarm
was given and all hands set out to find
him. He was found hiding up near the
Mall, but we did not capture him without
a fight. 1 had three loaves of fresh bread
placed in his cage, which we had carried
to the Mall, and as we were about to get
him in he broke loose and made for me.
When he came close enough l hit him on
the neck with the muzzle of my gun. That
took the fight out of him and then when
he smelt the bread he went into his cage
without further ado"
Donahue next tells of a bad fight be-
tween two bulls which began at o'clock
one night and lasted for nearly an hour be-
fore they could be separated. One of the
animals was known as Paddy and the other
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What Happens When
Zoo Prisoners Escape

TYHEN the Gagged beast escapes.
w what them rnoma. Dopanss.
night keeper in the Central Park
Zoo for more than fifty-two years and
who retired recently. tells what happens
and also recounts other "reminiscences as
he sits on a bench on Riverside Drive:
when I went to the Zoo there were
only two lions. Lincoln and Jennie. and
one Bengal tiger. Kate. The lions and
soon became very chummy. but the tiger
was a bad one
Il used to play with Jennie and she
would run around the cage like big cat.
When 1 would leave in the morning she
was always ready to play. There was one
morning one of her paws got tangled in
my watchchain. 1 told her not to move
and she obeyed like a child. holding her
leg still until l got it free. When she
had her cubs she would take one at
time in her mouth and come prancing
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Reuben Crabtree /

REUBEN was not important in
his children's lives, and he was shrewd
enough to see it, and wise enough not
to resent it. He became a silent, dry,
chuckling old man."
His sons and daughters were always
preparing against the day when ne
should die Not that they were with
out feeling; he was old and feeble; one
must expect the worst, you see. And,
naturally, when the property was
divided, each would have his own
interests to consider.
But Reuben Crabtree lived on year
after year, grimly guarding the secret
of his skeleton-coset; preparing, too,
in his own hidden way, for the time
when his will should be read. Life
had been something to be lived once.
lived to the full. Now it was a passing
spectacle, a pageant of petty joys and
pettier sorrows.
From old ReHben 10 has youngest great
grdHdchHd, every character in Certain
People of Importance is as rividiy real
as the members of your OIen family.
So at bookstores
Doubleday, Page & Co.
eHM0De/ Real Ife
@KATHLEEN NORRIS
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