The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1922-08-18

FOREWORD.-Motor through Ari--
coma, a party of fasteners, father ana
daughter and male companion, stop TO
witness a cattle round up The girl leaves
the car and is attacked by wild steer:
masterpiece OF riding on the part OF
one of the cowboys saves her lite.
CHAPTER I.--Clay Lindsay, range-rider
on an Arizona ranch, announces his inten-
ton to visit the big town." New York
CHAPTER lion the train Lindsay
becomes interested in young woman.
Kitty Mason, on her way to New fork
to become a motion-pcture actress. she
is marked as fair prey by fellow travs
eler, Jerry Durand, gang politician ana
ex-prize fighter. Perceiving his intention,
Lindsay provokes quarrel and throws
Durand from the tralp.
CHAPTER III-On his first day in New
York Lindsay is splashed with water by
n 1anitor That Individual the range
rider Furnishes summary ana leaves .iso
to fire hydrant. A young woman VINO
sees the occurrence invites Clay INTO her
house and hides him from the police.
From the top of bus Clay Lindsay
looked down canyon which angled
across the great city like river of
light. He had come from one land Of
gorges to another. In the walls Of this
one, thousands and tens Of thousands
of cliff-dwellers hid themselves during
the day like animals of some queer
breed and poured out into the canyon
at sunset.
Now the river in its bed was alive
with a thrObbing tide. CrOss-currents
of humanity flowed into 1t from side
streets and ebbed out of 1t into others.
Streams Of people were swept down,
caught here and there in swirling ed
dies. Taxis, private motors, and troll
ley cars struggled in the raceway.
All this Clay saw in flash while
his bus crossed Broadway on its way
to the Avenue. His eyes had become
accustomed to this brilliance In the
weeks that had passed since his
descent up|a New York. but familiar
fly had not yet dulled the wonder
Of II.
He had become q fast friend of Miss
Whitford. Together they had trnmped
through Central park and motored up
the Hudson In one Of her fathers cars.
They had explored each others minds
along with the country and each had
known the surprise and delight Of dis
eoveries, of finding in the other
quality Of freshness and candor.
The bus jerked down Fifth avenue
like boat in heavy seas, T using here
and there at the curb to take on Il
passenger. While it was getting under
way after one such stop, another
downtown bus rolled past.
Clay came to a sudden alert atten-
ton. His eyes focused on a girl sit
ting on back seat. In the pretty
childish face he read a wistful help
lessness, a pathetic hint of misery that
called for sympathy.
Arizona takes short cuts to its ends,
Clay rose instantly, put his foot on the
railing, and leaped across to the top
of the bus rolling parallel with the one
he was on. In another second he had
dropped into the seat beside the girl.
"Glad to meet you again, Miss Kitty"
he said cheerfully. How the big
town been using your"
The girl looked at him with a little
gasp of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay" Sud
den tears filmed her eyes. She forgot
that she had left him with the promise
never again TO speak to him. She was
in a far country, and he was a friend
from home.
The conductor hustled down the
aisle. "Say, where do you get this
movie-stuff? You can't jump from the
top of one bus to another. That amt
the system of transfers we use in this
town. You might "a got killed"
"Oh, well, let's not worry about that
now"
ard ought to have you pulled
Three years I've been on this run
and"
Mice run. Wages good?'
Don't get gay, young fellow. Il cal
tell you one thing. You've got to pay
another fare"
Clay paid It,
The conductor retired to his post.
"What about that movie job? Is Il
pannin' out pay gold?" Lindsay asked
Kitty.
Bit by BIT her story came out. i
was common enough one She haC
been flim-fammed out Of her money
by the alleged school Of moving-picturt
actors, and the sharpers had decampeC
with It.
AS she looked at her recovered
friend, Kitty gradually realized an out
ward Transformation In his appear
ance. He was dressed quietly II
clothes of perfect fit made for him b,
Colin Whitfords tailor. From shoes
to hat he was a New Yorker got up
regardless of expense. But the warm
smile, the strong, tanned face, the grlr
of the big brown hand that buried her
small one-aIl these were from hel
own West. So too had been the non
chalance with which he had stepped
from the rail Of one moving bus tc
that of the other, just as though
this were his usual method Of trans
fer.