The Arvada enterprise. (Arvada, Colo.) 1908-1970, 1923-06-28

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"He's not young man by any means
He's nifty. Bill says; but you can sell
dom tell q Mexican's age from his
looks. Don Carlos IL well educated
and 4 man We know very little about
Mexicans Of his stamp don't regard
women as we white men do. Now.
my dear, beautiful sister from New
York. I haven't much use for Don Car
los: but don't want Nels or Ambrose
to make a wild throw with rope and
pull the Don OF his horse. So you had
better ride up to the house and stay
there"
alfred. you are joking, teasing me-"
said Madeline.
Indeed not" replied Alfred. How
about II. Flor"
Florence replied that the cowboys
would upon the slightest provocation
treat Don Carlos with less ceremony
and gentleness than . roped steer. Old
Bill Stillwell came up to be importuned
By Alfred regarding the conduct Of
cowboys on occasion, and he not only
corroborated the assertion, but added
emphasis and evidence Of his own.
"An'. Miss Majesty" he concluded.
II reckon II Gene Stewart was ridin'
fer me. thet GRIMM Greassr would
hev he'd q bump In the dust before
now"
Madeline had been wavsring between
sobriety and laughter until Stillwell's
mention Of his ideal Of cowboy chiv.
airy decided in favor Of the laughter.
II an not convinced, but I surren-
der" she said. you have only some
occult motive for driving me away. l
am sure that handsome Don Carlos 10
being unjustly suspected. But a. I
have seen 4 little Of cowboys' singular
imagination and gallantry, I am rather
inclined to fear their possibilities. So
Eood.by."
Then she rode with Florence up the
long, gray slope to the ch-house.
That night she suffered from excessive
WEAKNESS, which she attributed more
to the strange working Of her mind
than to riding and sitting her horse.
Morning. however. found her in NO dis
position TO rest. II was not activity
that she craved. or excitement, or
pleasure. An unerrlng instinct. rising
clear from the thronGing sensations Of
the last few days, told her that she
had missed something In life. What.
ever this something was. she had baf.
fiing limitations Of II, hopes that faded
on the verge Of reali1atIons, haunting
promises that were unfulnlled. What.
ever II was, II had remained hidden
and unknown at home. and here In the
West It began to allure and drive her
to discovery. Therefore she could not
rest; she wanted to 20 and see; she
was no longer chasing phantoms: II
was hunt for treasure that held
aloof. A. intangible a. the substance Of
dreRmR
Upon the morning after the end Of
the roundup. when she went out on
the porch. her brother and Stillwell
appeared to be arguing about the iden.
tity Of horse.
oval. l reckon IT'S my old roam"
said Stillwell. shading his eyes with
his hand
''Bill, II that isn't Stewards horse
my eyes are going back on me-" replied
Al. ITS not the color or shape-ihe
distance IL too far TO Judge by that.
It's the mo'ion-the swing"
al, mcbbe you're right. But they
amt no rider up on tibet boss Flo.
fetch my glass"
Florence went into the house, while
Madeline tried TO discover the object
OF attention. Presently far UP the gray
hollow along a footh!ll she saw dust,
and then the dark. moving figure Of a
horse, She was watching when Flor.
"nce returned with the glass Bill
took "A long look. adjusted the glasse~
carefully. and tried again.
wal, I hate TO admit my eyes are
ret''n pore But guess I'll hev 10.
Thets Gene Stewards boss. saddl"d.
mn comm NJ fast clip without II
rider. It's Dmazln' strange. an some
In keepln' with other things conccrnIn'
Gene"
Give me the glass" said Al. ayes.
was right Blll. the horse Is not
frightened. He's coming steadily he's
got something on his mind"
The wide hollow sloplnr M Into the
foothills lay open 10 unohs'ruc'ed
view. md less than half mile dIsinn,
Madeline saw the rid.rlcss horse com.
Ing along the white trail at rapid
can'cr. A shrill, piercing whistle p.aled
in.
wal. he's seen us, ,hc,'s sure" said
Bill.
The horse n"ared the corrnls. dlsap.
penred Into lane. and then. breaking
his Iai, again, numbered into III. In.
closure and pounded to halt som.
twenty yards from where Stillwell
waited for him,
One look Mt him at close range In
the clear light OF day was enough for
Madeline to award him a blue ribbon
over all horses. even the prize. winner.
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