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LIKE OTHER MEN
By Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey,
i Author of “The Brotherhood of Silence,” “The
Quality of a Sin,” Eta
Copyright, 1301. by Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey.
CHAPTER V. {
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CRAIG THOMPSON’S WISDOM. *" **
C' 1 IRAIO THOMPSON did wish
to go. The fact was un-
VrVf ? precedented In the experience
that others had known of
him. but it was true, and when at the
close of the second day they urrlved at
the ranch I.lsle remembered with sur
prise that he had never known his fa
ther to be so companionable with a
stranger before, but In this case he had
appeared to find much that was con
genial In their tastes. It Is possible
that his own intense love for Lisle per
mitted him more readily to appreciate
the good qualities of another who also
loved him. It may be that he Intuk
tively foresaw the time when Lisle
would need a friend and that he dis
covered in Thompson the man whom
he would select for that position.
Thompson’s ranch adjoined Max
well’s. although’ 30 miles separated the
buildings which the respective owners
called home. In that land of magnifi
cent distances such an interval of .
space was trivial, hut Richard Max
well had always Isolated himself from
his neighbors in a way that utterly re
pulsed friendly advances, so that he
was known more as a ranch owner
than as a man, hut now be volunteered
every outward demonstration that he
desired to create more friendly rela
tions with ids nearest neighbor.
During the journey to the ranch
Lisle’s father permitted it to be under
stood that he preferred that ho refer
ence should be made to the lasso due..
He seemed to have blotted it out of his
memory as utterly as though it had not
occurred.
At home the old life was taken up
where it had been left off. and with the
exception of the presence of a guest—
and within the memory of Lisle an in
vited guest had never before been a
part of the household—it was the same
as it had always been. Studies were
resumed at the point where they had
been abandoned, occupations recom
menced where they bail broken off. and
everything resumed its accustomed
routine, for the master of Crescent and
Cross never permitted anything to In
terfere with the rules of ids daily life.
But the week of Thompson’s stay
came to an end. and Lisle was surprls
ed when he remembered that during
the entire time he iiad rarely been
alone with tbeir guest—never, in fact,
except at such times as they passed
upon the broad veranda, where tin*
old frontiersman loved to sit and smoke
and chat with the “kid,” interspersing
his stories and anecdotes with whole- 1
some advice that was always given In
bis inimitably blunt aud forcible man
ner. Lisle was often astonished by tbe
deep learning of the strange man,
whose customary disregard of correct
English was at once a mixture of as- 1
sumption and carelessness. The youth’s
Intuition revealed to him that behind
and beneath the rough exterior of his
new friend there existed a fund of ten- \
derness and sympathy most profound.
He was like a lump of rich quartz—
the Intrinsic value was all there in- j
cased within tho roughest aud hardest
of substances.
On the other hand CrsMg also diet
with surprises which puzzled him
greatly, although he made no com
ment unless to Lisle In person. One
of them came during an evening when
Richard Maxwell was not present.
Craig was smoking his pipe on the ve
randa. lolling back in one of ttie com
fortable chairs, when he heard the pi
ano.
"That’s right, boy,” he called out
"I’m iu just the mood for some music.
Couldn't you sing something for a
changeV”
There was no reply in words, but the
melody changed, and presently a su
perb voice, in tender contralto, floated
out to him. With Increasing power it
swelled into the pathetic air of Ash
er's "Alice” until the clear high notes
swept out across the starlit plain so
sweetly, so purely, so longingly that
Craig forgot his pipe, forgot Lisle, for
got where he was. forgot everything
except a memory that the song con
jured up. His head sank lower and
lower upon his breast, tears stood in
his eyes and splashed unheeded upon
his tightly clasped hands, and when
tbe melody ceased he did not move.
Lisle left the piano and went out to
him, but Craig Thompson was not
aware of his approach until he felt a
touch upon his shoulder.
Then he started up with a cry as one
who has been rudely awakened from a
dream.
“Come here, boy.” he said in a tone
that shook with emotion. ”1 want to
look at you. Who taught you that
song? Who gave you that voice? What
strange mixture are you?”
“Craig.” said Lisle in surprise, not
heeding the questions, “what is the
matter? Are those tears iu youfeyes—
tears because I sang to you?”
“Yes. they're tears. Do you think
that lam ashamed of them? Men shed
tears only when they are necessary to
keep the heart from bursting. Mine
burst long ago, but somehow l got It
together again, and maybe the cement
1 used wears a little with time. Any
how, that song of yours opened a seam
or two in the old wound. That song
brings back memories, and memories
are n’izin tkiuirs to have around if they
ain't ’JUM t*ue soft mat a teiier tt_-”
i Wjgyjauiilit you that
"Nobody. I learned it myself. It
1 came with some music that father or
dered years ago. He does noUllce f&
I never sing it to him. I have rjot sung
It before iu n long time. 1 (lb not know
why I thought of it tonight."
"I do. It was Just my heart speaking
!to yours. Lisle. Will you be offended,
boy. if I tell you that you hate gof a
voice like a woman's—just like the
voice.of a woman whouf I Ytsed >to
know, the sweetest ant) best''woman
; who ever lived? She waft my sister,
Llsfl. ahd she used to "sing that song
to me. I liked it because her name
was Alice,, like the song.. It’s a good
many years since 1 Satf her. Lisle, and
I don’t know whether she Is alive or
dead. Don’t you sge, kid. why my fal
lous ofd' heart filled uf) with tears so
that It would have burst if I hadn’t
shed a few?" , ' •
“I am sorry, Craig, very sorry, that
I selected that song.”
“Don’t you be sorry; be glad. It
saved me from one of my fits, for one
of ’em lias been coming on ever since
I have been here.”
“Shall 1 sing something else for you?”
“No: don’t sing; don’t play. 1 don’t
want to get the taste of that orie out
of my month. Sit here and talk with
me. We won’t have another evening
together for a long time—maybe nev
er.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’m going to light out in the morn
ing before that tit comes on. You
think I am older than your father, don’t
you?"
“I should say that you are, by sev
eral years.”
“Well. I reckon I am in some ways.
It comes of having fits. 1 suppose, but
Dick Maxwell is five years older than
I am. He’s 4S or thereabout, according
to tiis say 1 look about SS. but I’m
only 43. Do you know what I am get
ting at?”
“No."
“Tills: I’m preaching, lad. Everyone
of those years that rest on my head
without having conn* into my life was j
put tiiere by a piece of scoundrelism !
that 1 committed when I was just the j
age that you are now. and I hadn't any
more excuse for getting into It than j
you have now either. 1 don’t say that
you’ll ever get Into a place where you
may be likely to do anything that ain’t
right, but If you do there will be time
to thin!: there always is. for thinking
la mighty quick work —and if that
time ever does come you remember 1
what I have said just now and stop j
long enough to hum that song over to
yourself before you cut loose from the
outfit and go it alone. Life ain’t going
to l>e all roses for you. Lisle Maxwell, j
and don’t you forget it! Your father
hasn't brought you up rigid, to my way
of thinking. You needn’t get huffy. 1
ain’t criticising him. I'm analyzing
you. You don't know any more about
the world outside of this ranch than a
hog knows al>out skating, aud that
ain’t mitch to speak of. I’ve been
watching you while I've been here,
and tiiere are a whole lot of tilings that
you hate got to learn between now and
-tho time when you will'have to go it
alone, and nobody ever knows when
.that time is cpmliog. fit's just like a
fidaibed Injun and draws a bead on
your vitals from behind a bush or a
rock when you ain't looking, and It’s a
dead shot every time. You can’t throw
a loop .over circumstance at,id .drag it
aiqng,a willing captive, like We dtd that
steer, it’s got a way of slipping out
and roping you Instead, and you’ve got
to post yourself about things so that
j you will be ready to keep one hand out
| in just about the same way that you
: poked yours through the loop of Jim
i Cummings’ riata over iu the Smoky. I
| don’t wonder that some of the boys
have said that you look like a woman.
Y’ou do, and yoh do not. Y’ou do be
cause you have got a tender heart, like
a woman’s, and it sticks out through
your masculine garb just as plain as
daylight when you ain’t thinking. Dick
Maxwell has trained you right enough
as far as he lias gone, for all I know,
but he’s a good ways from going far
enough. I want you to make me a
promise. Lisle.”
“What sort of a promise. Craig?”
“You'll he ”1 some day. and when
1 the day comes that sees you that old 1
want you to promise that you will ride
over to my ranch and see me. Will
you?”
“Certainly. I will ride over a great
many times in the meanwhile, too, if
you enre to have me."
“That’s all right. Of course I care to
have you, hut I want you to remember
that promise anyhow,”
“I’ll remember it.” ‘ .
“And now, while we’ve got a chance
| to talk. I want to say one thing more
to you about women. This idea that
you’ve got’that they are abominations
on the face of the earth is all wrong, if
your dad did teach it to you. and some
day I’ll prove it to you. ifi’ve been look
ng through your lihraVy. and there
ain’t a book there that wiTl tell you a
blamed thing about them—not one. To
my way of thinking you ought to have
a few, even if you read ’em against the
wishes of the old man. They won’t
hurt you any, and In my opinion they
will do you a lot of good. Do you
i-now where that old corral ia. is
cmnuncn corner or my raneu,
"Yes.”
“Well, next Sunday y'ou ride over
there. It ain’t much more than u doz
en mllgs. I’ll Igave some books there
'for jou to ream Maybe I’ll meet Jjou
tWre If y 4 gome afeout sundown.
They yvlll books that will tfacb you
sometlfiug that you ought to know, and
' don’t, and—here comes Dick. Lord! I
never delivered such a long l.ecfuifOie*
fore in my life. It all cornea of your’
singing that song.”
When on the following morning Lisle
would have Accomfiauigd his father,
and (s’aig-for the latter was going to
his own home, aitd the farmer. Jiavlug,
an errJipd iu t lui redirection, rbde-mit
■with him—he discovered that he was
not wanted. Later, when the two men
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Maxwell’s eyes were, fixed upon the summit
of the riiltje as Thompson disappeared.
were on the point of parting. Craig
Thompson swallowed his reluctance to
I speak upon the thoughts that were up
; perinost in his mind and said:
“Maybe yeu won’t like what I say,
j Maxwell. Hut I’m going to say it
i whether you do or not. You ain’t do
| Jng right by that kid. Tie’s too much
, iike a woman in some things, and he’s
| too blanked ignorant about a lot of
I other things that every man and ev
i ery woman on the top of God’s green
| earth ought to know. While you’re
riding home just turn over in your
mind what would become'-of your boy
if you should be killed before you get
the Te. Good day.”
“Good day.” responded Maxwell, and
he sat there iu bis saddle for an hour,
with his eyes fixed upon the summit of
the ridge over which Craig Thompson
had disappeared.
k- [TO BE CONTINUED. 1 •
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