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about him then. He took step for
open-palmed in gesture that was
humble, yet held certain dignity.
But listen. Never mind now what
you-you think about me. There's a
good reason"
81 have no wish to hear your rea-
son."
"But you ought he persisted.
"Sirr'
Stewart underwent another swift
change. He started violently. A dark
tide shaded his face and glitter
leaped to his eyes. He took two
strides-loomed over her.
I'm not thinking about myself" he
Numbered. "Will you listen?"
mo" she replied; and there was
freezing hauteur in her voice. With a
slight gesture of dismissal, unmistak-
able in it's finality she turned her back
upon him. Then she Joined her guests.
Stewart stood perfectly m0tionless.
Then slowly he began to lift his right
hand in which he held his sombrero.
He swept it up and up, high over his
head His tall form lowered. With
fierce suddenness he flung his sombrero
down. He leaped at his black horse
and dragged him to where his saddle
lay. With one pitch he tossed the
saddle upon the horses back. His
strong hand flashed at girths and
straps. Every action was swift, de-
cisive, fierce. Bounding for his bride,
which hung over a bush, he ran against
a cowboy who awkwardly tried to
avoid the onslaught
"Get out of my wayl" he yelled.
Then with the same savage haste
he adjusted the bride ON his horse.
''Mebbe you better hold on min
nit, Gene, ole feller," said Monty
Price.
Monty, do you want me to brain
your" said Stewart, with the short,
hard ring in his voice.
"Now, considerin' the high class of
my brains, l oughter be real careful
to keep EN-" replied Monty. you
can betcher life, Gene, I amt gois'
to git in front Of you. But jest says
| -Listenp
| Stewart raised his dark face. Ev-
erybody listened. And everybody
heard the rapid beat Of a horses
hoofs. The sun had set, but the park
was light. Nels appeared down the
trail, and his horse was running. In
another moment he was In the circle,
pulling his bay back to sliding halt.
He leaped off abreast of Stewart
Madeline saw and felt difference
in Nels' presence.
whats up, Gene?" he Queried,
sharply.
Nels' long arm shot out, and his
hand fell upon Stewart, holding him
down.
"Shore I'm sorry" said Nels, slow.
~. "Then you was goin' to hit the
trail?"
Il am going to. Let go, Nels."
ashore you amt goin', Gene|
LET go, d-n your cried Stewart
as he wrestled free.
whats wrongY asked Nels. lifting
his hand again.
Man! Don't touch mer'
| Nels stepped back instantly. HI
seemed to become aware of Stewards
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amt beholdin' to Miss Hammond.
neither. I'm my own boss, an I'll do
as | please. Sabe, senor?"
Nels' words we're at variance with
the meaning in his face.
Gene, you sent me on little scout
down in the mountains, didn't your
Eyes, did" replied Stewart, with
a new sharpness in his voice.
oval, shore you was so good an
right in your fggerin', as opposed to
mine, that I'm sick with admirin' of
you. If you hedn't sent me-wal, I'm
reckonin' somethin' might hev hap
pened AS it is we're shore up against
a hell of proposition !"
How significant was the effect of his
words upon all the cowboys! Stewart
made fierce and violent motion ter
rible where his other motions had been
but passionate. Monty leaped straight
up into the air in a singular action as
suggestive Of surprise as 1t was Of
wild acceptance of menace. Like a
stalking giant Nick Steele strobe over
to Nels and Stewart. The other cow
boys rose silently, without word.
Madeline and her guests, in little
group watched and listened, unable to
divine what all this strange talk and
action meant.
Hold on, Nels, they don't need to
hear it," said Stewart, hoarsely, as he
waved hand toward Madeline's silent
group.
"Wal, I'm sorry, but reckon they'd
as well know fust as last. Mebbe
tibet yearnin' wish Of Miss Helen's fer
somethin' to happen will come true.
Shore +"
"Cut out the joshin'," rang out
Monty's strident voice.
1t had as decided an effect as any
preceding words or action. Perhaps
it was the last thing needed to trans
form these men, doing unaccustomed
duty as escorts of beautiful women,
to their natural state as men OF the
wild.
"Tell us what's what" said Stewart,
cool and grim.
Don Carlos an his guerrillas are
here. They've got them trails blocked.
BY tomorrer they'd he'd us corrallcd.
Mebbe they meant to surprise us. He's
got a lot of Greasers an outlaws.
They're well armed. Now, what do
they mean? You-all can figger 1t out
to suit yourselves. Mebbe the Don
wants to pay a sociable call on cur
ladies'. Mebbe his gang is some hum
cry, rs usual. Mebbe they want to
steal few bosses, or anythin' they can
lay hands on. Mebbe they mean wuss,
too. Now, my idea is this, an mebbe
it's wrong. l long since separated
from love with Greasers. Thet black
faced Don Carlos has got deep game.
Thet two-bit Of revolution is hevin'
hard times Tie rebels want Amer
lean intervention. They'd stretch any
point to make trouble. We're only ten
miles from the border. Suppose them
guerrillas got our crowd across thet
border? The United States cavalry
would foller. You-all know what thet'd
mean. Mebbe Don Carlos mind works
| tibet way. Mebbe 1t don't. / reckon
we'll know soon. An now, Stewart,
whatever the Don's game is, shore
you're the man to outfgger him. Meb-
be it's just as well you're good an
mad about somethin. An I'm going
to resign my job because / want to
feel unSeholdin' to anybody. Shore it
struck me long since tibet the old days
| he'd come hack for q little SMELL an
there was trailin' a promise not to
hurt any Greaser."
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a Couple Of Blooming cowards."
everything about this mix-up,' said
Stewart, as Nels came up. did you
find the girl?'
Madeline guessed that Stewart re-
ferred to the Mexican girl Bonita.
mo. But met"-Madeline did not
catch the name IAN he was wild. He
was with forest-ranger. An they
said Pat Have had trailed her an was
takin' her down under arrest"
Stewart muttered deep under his.
breath, evidently cursing.
.Wonder why he didn't come on up
here?" he queried, presently. HE can
see trail"
oval. Gene, Pat knowed you was
here all right fer tibet ranger said Pat
he'd wind Of the gucrrillas, an Pat
said if Don Carlos didn't kill you
which he hoped he'd do-then It'd be
time enough to put you in jail when
you come down."
Hes dead set to arrest me, Nels.s
"An' he'll do it, like the old lady
who kept tavern out West. Gene, the
reason tibet red-faced coyote didn't !
trail you up here is because he's
scared. He allus was scared Of you.
But reckon he's shore scared to death
of me an Monty"
"Well, wen take Pat In his turn.
The thing now is, when will that
Greaser stalk us, and what'l we do
when he comes?"
MY boy. there's only one way to
handle Greaser. / shore told you
tibet. He means rough toward US. He'll
come smilin' up, all soci'ble like, in
sinuatin' an sweeter n a woman. But
he's treacherous; he's wuss than an
Indian. An, Gene, we know for
positive fact how his gang hev been
operatin' between these hills an Aqua
Prieta. We know jest about what
thet rebel war down there amounts to.
It's guerrilla war. an shore some har-
vest time fer a lot of cheap thieves an
outcasts."
"Oh, you're right, Nels. I'm not dis
putting that" replied Stewart sIf it
wasn't for Miss Hammond and the
other women, I'd rather enjoy seeing
you and Monty open up on that bunch.
TT thinkin' I'd be glad to meet Don
Carlos. But Miss Hammond! WHY.
Nels, such woman as she Is would
never recover from the sight Of rea1
ss:sn-play, let alone any stunts with
rope. These eastern women are differ
ent. I'm not belittling our western
women. It's In the blood. Miss Ham
mond isis"
Shore she is" interrupted Nels.
but she's got d-n sight more spunk
than you think she has, Gene Stewart.
I'm no thick-skulled COW. I'd hate
somethin' powerful to hev Miss Ham
mond see any rough work, let alone me
an Monty startin' somethin'. An me
an Monty'll stick to you. Gene, as long
as seems reasonable. Mind, ole Teller,
begin your pardon, you're shore stuck
ON Miss Hammond. an overtender not to
hurt her feelin's or make her sick by
iettin' some blood. We're In bad here,
an mebbe we'll hev to fight. Sabe,
senior? Wal, If we do Won can Jest
gamble tibet Miss Hammond'l be game.
l tTo BE CONTINUED, ~
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Brooklyn Sufferer Feels Like New Man

Brooklyn Sufferer Feels Like New Man
Conrad Stoebener, 1917 Linden
Street, Brooklyn, N. Y, writes-"Suf-
fered from piles for ten years. Have
tried several remedies, but to no avail,
Finished taking the first bottle OF
Colac and felt like a new man.
COLAC PILE PILLS are not ca
thartic. They speed up circulation In
lower bowels and drive piles away. Do
away with salves, suppositories, oper-
atoms. Colac is only 60c at druggists,
or 65c postpaid plain wrapped from
Colac Chemical Co., Glens Falls, N. Y
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In the bright lexicon of boarding
house the ak is mightier than the
carving knife.
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Technrcajjty.

An alleged dope peddler in Frisco
had his stomach pumped by govern
ment officials to see if he had swal-
lowed any dope. Now he claims his
rights were violated because he was
forced to give evidence against him
self.
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Bugs are especially
humbugs.
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Combine Rugged and Ready to Go.

The loader jumped and was half
way down the hill before | had even
time to think of starting. l jumped
as the lower side of the box struck
the ground, staggered through the
hay, and scurried down the hill l
drew up alongside the loader as he
turned to watch developments. To
gether we looked; there the box was,
compl- ely turned over.
We 4er back to see IL the horses
were hurt. The header-puncher was
off his saddle by this time and the
rest of the crew had come running up
to see what had happened. The horses
showed only a mild interest at the I'M
looked-for delay. One of them would
turn around inquiringly every once ir
while. But not move did they
make We unlocked them and with
the help Of the header horses righted
the box. An hours loss of time was
the total damage.
AS I look back upon that expert
ence can still see that loader jump
ing and sprinting down that hill.
Seven million devils could not have
stopped him. He had clear track
and he was running 1t full speed He,
Of course, was responsible for the ac-
cident, although l did not know it at
the time
All along had been having trouble
with boils. This trouble began about
three days after the run started. l
had never been troubled before with
boils. but now that they finally came
they really came. Often would lay
awake half Of the night when | should
have been sleeping, these devilish
things throbbing, throbbing, throb-
bling. would get up in the morning
fighting every minute to make myself
move. The things came on my hands
and arms. My hands were SO sore
could scarcely harness my horses.
And my arms hurt so much that had
the greatest difficulty to pitch Off my
loads. At times was forced to hold
the handle of my pitchfork on my
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knee and lift with my leg.
These boils grew worse. In all /
had eight of them; no sooner would /
get rid of one than another would
come. But hung on: l had told my
father I could stand the work and l
was determined to do SO.
For two long bitter weeks we har.
vested-two ringers" we called them
1.-TWO weeks with not day or even a
quarter of day Off. The heat was
terrific. The hot winds fairly burned
the hay: it poured from the spout like
molten lead from furnace.
On Friday of the third week q re-
member it as distinctly as II 1t were
yesterday there appeared small
sore on the little finger of my right
hand. This sore hurt even worse than
the boils. The finger began to swell
and took on a greenish tinge. knew
what this meant, and that the safest
way to prevent blood poison was to
return to the city and see good doc
tor, On Monday morning left. The
men were out in the field when Mr.
Metcalf drove me to the station
That was the end Of my first sum.
mer's harvest. But what learned that
summer proved very valuable for the
following summers.
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to develop into limbs that will re-
place those taken out. Any sprouts
left should not be cut back the first
year. During the second season they
will branch out and then the new
limb can be developed. 1t is pc
culiar characteristic of such wood
that it retains its rank, vigorous
growth habit for several years and is
reluctant to form fruit spurs and be-
gin bearing.
The severe cutting that has recent
lily become common should be
strongly condemned. The results are
far from desirable. If 1t becomes
necessary to remove a large portion
of the tree it should be done over a
period of years. Trees that are
pruned carefully every year will
never need to be radically altered in
one year.
For really satisfactory work each
grower should do his own pruning.
Lack of experience need not deter
anyone. The man who has spent even
one summer working among his trees
and has personal interest In them
| is better qualified to prune them than
a stranger who may be carpenter
or shopman temporarily out of work,
no matter how impressive his expert
ence may sound. The owner who is
otherwise employed and must hire the
work done should especially be care
full in securing help. 1t would be bet
ter for him to hire an inexperienced
man who can be depended upon to
carry out his instructions than a
professional primer who will not con.
slider his suggestions.
A Few Pointers.
Certain facts in regard to this years
pruning are we'll worth remembering.
All pruning Is an attempt to strike
a balance between fruit production
and wood growth that will result in
the most profit over period of years.
Remember, too, that all those high
center branches that are left will have
to be sprayed, thinned, and picked
| before the summer Is over. Time spent
in careful pruning now will be saved
in other operations later in the sea-
son.
Cleaning up the main scafford limbs
should be avoided. If they have no
fruit spurs or small fruiting twigs
now a few of the water sprouts
should be left on them. The smaller
sprouts are most likely to develop in
to fruiting wood If left. And finally,
five minutes careless work with the
saw can do more damage than can
be repaired in five years. Those
workmen who have dealt 30 severely
with the trees in some of our orchards
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and climbed into the next box. / was
oyerjoyed as drove to the stack
Why this would be a snap pitching
this load off, I thought, there was
hardly thing to pitch. And fairly
choking with the subject said to
the spike-pitch, "This is great; this
fellows a good loader; look how he
loads-just little"
Good Loader, Huh?"
Good loader" he yelled, and glared
at me- Good loader, huh?" That
was all.
So we pitched off the load and as |
drove to the header once more found
was just in time; the box ahead had
already been filed This surprised me;
generally there was few moments
wait before drove under the spout.
AS l drove to the stack "a little
faster this time) with another small
load it dawned on me: was doing a
powerful lot of driving but was car
rying no hay. The other drivers were
doing the same. l saw them turn from
the stack and start for the header on
the dead run. This time laughed to
the spike-pitch but in different &C.
cent, do you think our horses will
hold out, John?" l said
Dunno, Kid, he replied as we rolled
off double forkful. Get back, there,
get out of here and get back" got.
Proud to Show His Card.
Instead of doing better we had done
worse. This man did not know load
ing from swapping. He had just come
down from the woods, he was an l. w.
W., and he carried his red card and
was proud to show 1t CATER he had
been with us a few days).
We were then cutting on Tom
Clancy's fathers farm. (Tom was
one of our box drivers, you know.)
On this ranch was quarter section
which was particularly hard to cut,
for straight down the center of 1t for
a half mile was steep ridge which
we must traverse.
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severe cutting Better to remove only
those branches that have died and
leave as much leaf area as possible
for the elaboration of plant food from
the roots. No one should prune his
orchard this winter without careful
consideration of the weaker trees.
Make Your Spraying Easier.
Control Of the leaf-roller is still far
from an accomplished fact. Recent
inspections in several orchards show
that the eggs are abundant and that
they are much more numerous in the
tops Of the trees. 1t is evident that
some very effective work can be done
against the pest by pruning. Those
high branches in the top center Of the
tree should come out wherever they
can be spared from the tree. They
are carrying more than their share of
eggs and are most likely to escape
both the oil and the lead spray later.
Much time and expense can be saved
by eliminating some of the hardest
part of the. tree to cover with the
spray and better results will be GER
tain.
The vogue of heavy pruning gave
many inexperienced men chance to
make good wages by contracting prun-
ing. They were paid by the tree and
soon learned to make one large cut
with the saw take the place of many
smaller cuts with the pruning hook.
Instead of thinning out the top of a
main scaffold limb the entire limb was
removed by one operation. The en-
tire centers of some trees were lifted
out with the excuse that the light must
be admitted into the tree. AS a result
the remaining limbs are exposed to
excessive sunlight and cankers are
developing in the bark. In the place
Of a large area of fruiting wood in
the center of the tree capable Of
carrying heavy load of fruit there
now appear great numbers of water
sprouts to sap the vitality of the tree
and return nothing to the grower
In order that tree so pruned can
yield reasonable crop the fruiting
wood remaining on the tree must
carry more than it's normal load
This condition existed in many
orchards last summer and the results
are apparent now. The trees are
spread to the ground on all sides and
many limbs are broken.
To repair the damage done by one
or two seasons of this sort Of prun
Ing is slow process. The tree itself
starts out bravely by producing a pro
fusion of water-sprouts on the main
limbs and below each cut. From
among these a few must be selected
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The rest of the crew had instructed
me about driving on a hillside: they
said If always kept my horses head
ed uphill would never tip over. Then
they told me of former tipping-over
episodes. Two boxes had tipped over
they said, on this very hill. The night
before we cut the hillside I dreamed
wild, fanatical dreams of header-boxes
tipping over.
Started Out Well.
About the middle of the next morn
ing we were nearly half way up the
hill. My turn came to go under the
spout. So far l had followed instruc-
tons and had kept headed uphill,
But so far the hill had not been steep.
1 drove under. Together the header
and I moved along. sided to the
top of the box so as to add all pos
sible weight. If horse Jagged I
yelled at it frantically. We moved
along perfectly for the first half of
the trip. Then l felt that something
was going wrong.
The lower wheels suddenly dropped
a few inches and the wheels skidded
frightfully (Later learned the
wheels had struck dead furrow.)
But l kept the horses headed uphill,
gritted my teeth and chung to the top
corner of the box.
Further and further we tipped. It
seemed we were Just ready to go over.
| glanced around for an instant and
saw the loader clinging to the lower
side of the box! His proper station,
of course, at such q precarious mo-
ment, was at the high side to help
control the balance. He was sup.
posed to be holding to the spout. But
there he was at the low side, and he
was ready to jump!
Over She Goesl
With a wild despairing look ]
turned again to my horses. Then we
started. could feel the box tip
gently; then 1t gradually gained mo-
mentum.
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SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING
CHAPTERS

A young man from the city en-
tiers the Big Bend harvest fields for
the first time. He is as green as
they make EN-" He shows the
members of the heading crew how
green he Is when he can not har-
ness a horse and can not even
drive them after they are hooked
to his header box.
The first day in the field he Is
dubbed kid" Soon after this he
nearly kills Barney" a lazy repro
bate of horse over twenty years
old, who seems to consider 1t his
duty to make the younger horses
do the work.
Then Shorty has a slight alterca-
ton with the loader that results in
the man calling for his time. The
new loader appears the next morn
ing with Paul Metcalf, the header
puncher.
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Before / speak Of the new loader
box on steep hillside wish to tell
you something of the man and how
he came to us.
AS have said Slim, our first load
er, called for his time early one morn
ing and Paul Metcalf Immediately
drove to town for new man. In the
meantime the rest of us made out
cutting as best we could.
We saw Paul coming some distance
off at about seven o'clock. The small
roustabout automobile plowed through
the dust ruts and behind it hung a
narrow line of dust. AS the car drew
up to the header we turned with eyes
and mouth agape to see the new
loader. In the back Of the cart we
first saw big brown canvas pack
sack. Then the man himself climbed
out of the wagon. He was of medium
weight and stature. But his clothes
were what attracted me. He wore
what later learned we're stag pants
(cut off just below the tops Of his
hob-nailed boots). He wore also
stag shirt He was neither presumptu-
GUS nor i'll at ease. He acted as If
this was simply another job in life
time. Yes, 1t was just one more job.
There Were No Greetings.
He climbed into the first box and
the header moved away. There were
no greetings from either side; the
man had come, he acted as If he knew
what was expected, and with scarcely
a ripple the work continued. When
drove under the spout he looked at
me In an odd fashion; but he did not
say a word. BY this time had been
In the field about week and half
and considered myself good driver.
wanted to impress this newcomer
that was an old hand In my desire
to do this I became overly eager. And
he recognized straightway that was
inexperienced.
He did not load my wagon heavily,
merely toyed with the hay as 1t rolled
into the box. Then he tapped on the
spout with his fork, the driver
stopped, and the loader crawled out
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Red-Blooded.

jerks was an enthusiast for the
great outdoors, and his mania at last
became so pronounced that he in.
sisted on taking his 10-year-old son on
a camping trip in the dead of winter
Moreover, he refused to take tent,
preferring to sleep under the trees.
One bitter night he returned to the
camping place to find that his son
had made huge SNOWFALL for a pill
low. He kicked 1t from beneath the
lads head
mo effeminacy, boy" he rebuked
very sternly