Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-10-06

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"Ah. so 1t is my friend Bill Dingle.
! I have been expecting you. William.
ever since you so thonghtfully sent
/ one of your men with false cry OF
| raiders from below the Border. | sent
/ forty men. Your lookout In the hills
saw them ride out, and when they had
passed you decided TO come to my
| hacienda. deserted save for the women
| and children. and Kill me in some un-
pleasant manner. Is 1t not sof'
There was no answer TO this and
Don james mockins laugh floated
through the window. Now, Dingle,
my poor fellow. consider the situa-
ton. A hundred armed men surround
this poor house OF mine. Go you,
Friend Dinsle TO the patio entrance
and look
A murmuring rose among the recent
arrivals and one Of them ran to the
entrance of the patio. yolley OF
good old Anglo Saxon curses echoed
through the old-fashioned garden. then
the man came running back to join his
fellows
rs seeing believing, Senior Dingle?'
Don jaime called pleasantly.
You win. Higuenes."
Zone by ole you will 90 to the en-
trance and give up your arms to my
riding boss. It would be madness to
resist. You shall not be killed and
presently you shall MI return to your
sheeps-I mean sheep. Forward!
March =
A moments hesitation, more low
voiced colloquy, curse or two. and
the retreat to the entrance COM
menced A few minutes later Enrico
Caraveo. little pockmarked Mexican,
thrust a smiling, sardonic face up to
the grilled window.
Il have the honor to inform Don
jaime that his visitors await his pleas
ure'
aConfine them In the barn under
guard Feed them.'
Isl. senior" murmured the riding
boss. and departed chuckling.
Mrs. Candy. whte-faced. SPECIFICS
with terror. watched Don jaime blow
ing rings. Presently he looked across
at her his eyes filled with mnsing, his
white teeth showing In a gentle little
smile.
ITS a great world isn't 1t, Mrs
Ganbys" he murmnred. please call
Flayo. would return to the veranda
The nurse stood by his chaise
Tongue after Flayio had deposited him
once more therein.
Don Jaime Higuenes," she demand
ed after that exhibition of ingratl
tude on the part of those sheep men
are yon still going TO permit them Il
trespass on your range"
Don Jaime raised a denrecatnt
hand An Hlguenes." he assured her
"does not quarrel with woman"
Mrs. Ganhy's eyes ha2ed. Now, a
. least" she declared, Il know why Ger
: vantes wrote Don Quiyote. Only
Snaniard could have conceived such
! character and only Spaniard could
: could-conld-"
Sonora Don Jaime protested, IN.
! name is Jimmy Higgins
!,
! Roberta Antrim's Limousine rolle
up the grayeed driveway to the wild
! portals Of Hillcrest. and Harms. tn
! butler. came down the steps and opene
the door.
!. MIR. Latham came home an hou
I ago. MISS" he confded. "Somethin
: must have happened in the city t
:. day, miss. He's Notwithstanding u
: and down the drawing room and tall
I Ing to himself. I'm a bit worrle
!. about the master MISS
= THANK you, Harms. You're ver
J. kind"
j K forehoding of disaster brougl
= Roberta flying into the living roor
n Crooked Bill sat hnddled In a readir
chair, his face In his hands. his a
titude reminiscent Of profound despa
! Uncle Bill What's happened?
- Crooked Bills old hands mere
j. clasped his features tighter. /
J., wagged his head and moaned.
I'm through. My brokers sold \
out this afternoon Oh. Bobby. Bobh
= what d massacre! stayed ms lol
or as | dared. but when the last Jun
came | realized that only crazy mi
nd would continue In this crazy mark
oil declined to invest another dollar
q. for the reason that | didn't have
no told my brokers I'd gone the lin
mi and to sell me out. I'm all wash
up"
mo Must we leave Hillcrestf' RobeI
old Qucred In a strangled voice.
hts I'VE must" Crooked Bill repli
md herolcally. Il have enough to pay
ted the servants and maintain us In
spectability at some modest hotel ur
md we can look around and see what
Jon future holds for us. but after that
after that I'll take care OF y
-ry, dear Uncle Bill" Roberta's voice Y
ugh tender. the touch Of her lovely CHI
ave to Crooked Bits wrinkled jowls '
men very soothing to that wretched wr'
TART OF q financier. "Sheep are up and
Ia wool. Uncle BILL Don Pruden