White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-01-30

CONTINUED from Last Week.


CONTINUED from Last Week.
Johnny Parnell would have inter.
fered had not the look of anger Oh
Hugh's face suddenly been replaced
by his charming smile. "All right,
Pink, old mani" he interrupted. "All
you say about me, I've often thought
myself. So don't hold the facts against
me-"
There was something infinitely ap-
pealing in Hughs voice and manner.
Il WON'T" said Pink, Modified III
spite of himself. But you keep out
from now on"
Let me make just one suggestion. !"
Hugh's eyes were twinkling. Give
these people their dinner before you
try to sell anything to them. Remem-
Der that the dining car was dropped
at Cheyenne early this morning"
| Pink looked hastily at his watch.
Gosh! 1t is dinner time. Come on,
folks!" and he led the way out of the
shop. In spite Of all his vilification
of the Indian Massacre, Pink loved
nothing better than presiding at a
table filled with tourists.
One of the visitors remained behind.
1t was the woman who had spoken of
| the fossil. She was tall and slender
and the most perfectly groomed wo-
man that Hugh ever had seen. From
the shining waves of her brown hair,
to the shining vamps Of her tan shoes,
she was flawless. Her delicate skin
was without blemish. So were the
lines Of her regular, clean-cut feat
ures. Her eyebrows arched in two
fine curves. Her mouth was exquis-
itely turned. When she lifted clear
hazel eyes to Hugh, her lips parted
over the whitest teeth he ever had
seen.
Well" she said, casually, "he left
without bloodshed."
Hugh chuckled, I'm constant ir-
ritant to Pink. You see, I know his
weak points better than he knows
NINE"
'.He is the hotel keeper?" asked the
visitor.
eyes, Pink Morgan. An old COW.
man and not a bad fellow at all. Just
restless because he is trying to be
something he wasn't intended to be"
Hugh sighed as he spoke. His audi
tor gave him curious glance, then
turned to the book shelves.
you run largely to western fiction.
| 1 see," she said.
Hugh nodded. My uncle was told
| by the librarian at Cheyenne that
seventy-five per cent of the fiction
called for up there was western
stuff"
That's navel" exclaimed the
visitor.
1 Hugh considered before he an
swered. "The westerners know are
not naive. Anything but that! You've
probably guessed wrong"
What is the answer then?" smil-
ing as she spoke.
II haven't tried to think of one.
You see, I'm new at this game"
"But you are a westerner?"
eyes, ma'am! Born and bred in the
sage brush. My name is Hugh Stew
art"
Il am Miss Page Miriam Page. Do
you mind If tell you that enjoyed
your encounter with Mr.. Morgan very
much?"
II suppose it was funny, to an out
sider," agreed Hugh, a little ruefully.
"No, it really wasn't funny" said
Miriam Page. 1T was the thing you
put over on Morgan and the rest of
US. You are a curious person to be a
| bookstore keeper"
Aren't ~" agreed Hugh again,
comically. AT the same time let me
return theficompliment by saying that
you look exactly the way lady dude
ought to look!"
"Are you sure that's complf-
ment?" asked Miss Page, hastily.
| Absolutely" Hugh hesitated, eye
ing his callers animated face with
interest. when you're not lady
dude, would you mind telling me what
you are?"
| She smiled, showing her beautiful
teeth again. when I'm at home, in
Boston, I'm an investment adviser in
a bank" !.
my world" Hugh frankly was i'm
pressed. do you expect to be happy
at the dude ranch?"
ri feel as If I'd begun WELL" re.
4 turned Miss Page. "You aren't COW.
boy, are your" looking in puzzled
way at Hugh's riding clothes
"No, I'm maverick" Hugh shook
his head II expect eventually to go
loco and be shot by a stock inspec.
tori" Then, as she smiled in puz.
zled way, he added, I'm paleontolo.
gist, a digger of fossils. Pm afraid
that you are going to miss your
lunch"
II want to-" said Miss Page. eve
had headache"
: Hugh gave her a sudden, slow
steady look. "The outfit won't star
for the ranch until two. wish vol
would sit down and talk"
Neither Miriam Page nor Hugh