Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-12-29

palms. Bobby" he said very serious
". remember me as the man VINO
never made love for fun And he
kissed her on the lips and let her go.
DULY. she watched him swing Into his
saddle and ride away; when he had
topped the ridge he pulled up, looked
back and waved his hand. Then he
went over the skyline.
About three-thirty Ken Hobart and
Julio returned and found Roberta face
downward In the grass. sobbing as II
her heart must break. When she
raised her head at Hobart's touch It
occurred to the general manager that
1t would require more than little.
rouge and powder to repair the dam
age done by those tears.
"Where is the Big Boss?' he de-
manded In the matter-of-fact tone OF
one who beholds nothing unusual
Roberta held out couple OF leaves
OF paper-Don james battle plan. Ho-
bart read 1t. 'sThe boy has some
sense after all" he decided. who
says this is dull country" He
spoke to, Julio.
ISL, senor,' murmured Julio and
rode away on Don James trail
Ken Hobart, left alone with Roberta.
Lit a cigarette. smoked It through In
silence, lit another, and waited. Then:
aCfying over the old man,
X u I'd 6afnn.
sively: I'm sure anybody would Don
James so young and so fine, and If he
should get killed.
aQuIte 3d." murmured Mr.. Hobart
.However, we have one consolation.
He'll have lot OF company on the
way up! WELL II that saddle colored
hombre gets his, about all any OF US
can de- is to sing "By-by, BfackbirdF
l imagine he'll get kllled-somehow.'
"In heavens name, why?'
AWell,r said Mr.. Hobart with exas-
perating elaboration. hes madly In
love with you, Miss Antrim, but he
realizes that's all the good It's going
to do him. He realizes you'd never
dream OF marrying the man who killed
your uncle"
my uncle was scoundrel. He en-
ployed scoundrels."
@Still, he was your uncle. You
know, OF course. that with Don James
breed OF cat an uncle Is klnsman, no
matter what he does. I've felt like
telling the boss he was all wrong
about you, but then I'm only hired
man, and the hired man who speaks
out OF his turn to Don Jaime gets
fred pretty sudden"
IF you'd only told him" Roberta
walled. "Oh. II you only hadl'
why didn't you tell him yourself?"
he rttorted You're one of the par
ties at interest, aren't your
"There are things no girl can say
when a man acts as queerly as Don
Jaime does, Mr.. Hobart. He's SO
sensitive, so retiring"
Mr. Hobart choked and to cover his
strangled exclamation coughed VIC
lently into his cupped hands. About
az sensitive and retiring as steer on
the peck" he retorted, "but he Is
proud. If he thought there was the
least chance OF your refusing him he'd
never ask you to marry him In thou
sand years"
Indeed Is that possible, Mr.. Ho
bart7" Then, 1t suddenly dawnlne
on her that her conversation with Ker
Hobart hitherto could have been GOV
cred In five hundred words, she was
appalled,. not only at his garrulity bn
at her own. isn't this conversation
getting trfle-personal and delicate
Mr.. Hobart?" she suggested. Really
I haven't the slightest Idea why / an
discussing such an intimate subjec
with you"
he replied calmly. when | discove
that Don Jaime has ridden away Il
get killed because life won't mean
thing to him after you're gone-an,
when ind you running your peaches
and-cream complexion crying over thi
greaser-"
How dare you? He's not a greaser
Nobody but greaser would &C
the way he does. Well, as ! was say
ing. having discovered the lay OF tn
land, I felt 1t my Christian duty t
interfere and offer some sound at
vice"
what do you advise. Mr.. Hobart
would you marry this Higuene
hombre II he asked your"
Roberta blushed furiously and hun
her head.
Come" Mr.. Hobart urged, "this
serious business. There's questio
before the house and 1t merits an al
Bwer. Would you marry the idiot an
chuck all your sheep money into til
pot with him and help extend his irr
CATION system and buy about tho'
sand pure-bred Hereford brecdln
cowsT'
II would gladly. II married hi
I'd be his partner as well. as h
wife. could be good partner"
-None better agreed Mr.. Hobar
"Well, II you want him. 90 get hiI
He's yours for the asking"
.Mr. HobartI How dare your
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