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leather will not dry and crack.
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On coming home several hours
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“I suppose that cured him.”
said Jones.
“Not exactly,” said Brown,
“you :see, the next time he was
standing by the sofa blowing on it
to cool it.”
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SYNOPSIS
Sleepy Cat, desert town of the South
west, is celebrating the Fourth of July.
Jane Van Tambel, beautiful daughter
of Gus Van Tambel, hated owner of
Gunlock ranch-, has arrived from the
East for the first time. She watches the
Frontier Day celebration .in company
with Dr. Carpy, crusty, tender-hearted
friend of the community, Henry Sawdy
of the Circle" Dot ranch, tricked in a
fake horse race the day before by Dave
McCrossen, foreman at Gunlock, plans
revenge. He enters Bill Denison, a
handsome younig Texas .wrangler, in
the rodeo which McCrossen is favored
to win, and lays heavy bets on him.
Unknown to the crowd, Denison is
a champion horseman. McCrossen and
the young stranger tie in the various
events. Denison then drops a cigarette
carelessly. Racing down the track full
tilt, he picks up the cigarette. The ver
dict goes to Denison when McCrossen
refuses to attempt the stunt. Entreated
by the crowd, Denison agrees to per
form another trick. Jane Van. Tambel
is asked for her bracelet and throws
it on the track. Just as Denison rides
to pick it up a yell from Barney Reb
stock, a McCrossen henchman, scares
the pony, nearly costing the rider his
life. Gun play is prevented by the in
tervention of Dr. Carpy. Back on Gun
lock ranch after two years in Chicago,
because of her father's illness, Jans
gets lost riding in the hills and meets.
Denison, now a neighbor, who guides
her home. Not knowing her identity, he
speaks bitterly of Van Tambel. She
tells McCrossen who brought her home
and he denounces Denison as a catlje
thief. Later she asks Dr. Carpy why
her father is unpopular and he tells her
it is because of Van Tambel's ruthless
and unscrupulous character. Visiting
her father in the hospital, Jane is
warned to be wary of McCrossen's hon
esty, but her father urges her to be
nice to him. Later McCrossen tries to
woo her, but is sharply rebuffed. Once
again Jane loses her way in the hills
and meets Denison.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
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“Did you like circus work?’’ she
asked offhand.
“Can’.f say I did. I never worked in
a circus except that one season. It
was only because I needed money bad,
and It was big money to me. Then the
lawyers got It all. Here's the fork for
Gunlock Ranch.”
He pointed. They were at the part
ing of, their ways. A saucy impulse
seized Jane. She was given to im
pulses and to doing .whatever thing
flashed into her head.. She checked her
horse, lifted her forearm, and un
clasped the bracelet. “Since you’ve
been so kind —” .
The man had halted his horse.
“Nothing at all 1” he protested.
“ —l’d like you,” she went on, paying
no attention to his disclaimer, “to have
a souvenir—tins bracelet.’” She held
it out to him. He looked flabbergasted.
“For what?” he stammered. -
His embarrassment. seemed to- com
municate itself to Jane —she could not
have told why. “I'm grateful for your
putting me on my way today, and that
other night when 1 got lost, it you re
member,” she went on.
He swallowed. She was secretly de
lighted with his confusion. “Welt, that
certainly is mighty kind,” he said halt
ingly. “But I couldn’t accept such a
beautiful thing for doing -nothing at
all.”
“I’ve got lots of bracelets.”
“But sometime I’ve got to find some-'
thing I can really do for you.”
She laid the bracelet in bls out
stretched hand.
“I certainly thank you a thousand
times.” His slow response left no
doubt of what he felt. Her aim now
was to escape his protestations. He
put on his hat She started to go.
“Please!” he exclaimed, raising his
hand. She stopped. Her guide’s .brow
ruffled a little in perplexity.
“What is it?” she asked, supercil
iously impatient
He took his hat off again. “Would it
be polite,” he ventured, “to ask your
name?” .
“Tell me yours again,” she said. '
"Bill Denison.”
She allowed her horse to turn into
the ranch trail. Denison sat motion
less, hat in hand, but looking directly
at. her. :“You haven’t told me your
name yet,” he remonstrated quietly.
“Oh 1 It’s Marie. Good-bye 1”
Not till after she had parted from
Denison and was riding alone with her
thoughts did Jane begin to. feel really
frightened. This was the man of whom
she had heard lurid tales of rustling,
an enemy of her father’s, near-outlaw
generally—Bill Denison.
She drew a long breath, thinking
over ner encounter with the redoubt
able Bill; what she had said to him
and how she had said it; what he had
said to her and how he had said it; re
calling his general appearance, his easy
manner in. the saddle,' fits peaceable
features, and at last his brown eyes.
As she drew near the ranch house, she
resolutely dismissed him from her
mind, or thought she did.
She was as hungry as a bear —but to
all questioners she merely explained
that she had taken a long ride over on
the Reservation.
“Who was the man that brought you
home?” asked McCrossen.
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS; THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1936
“Why, nobody.”
“Ben Page said you rode back with
a man.”
So she had been discovered. No mat
ter. “Oh, that man 1” she exclaimed,
tossing her head. “He was just some
body from the Reservation, going to
Sleepy Cat.”
In the meantime her rebuffs had not
shaken the constancy of her foreman
admirer, McCrossen. He made continued
appeal for tier favor—so marked once
•in a while as to make her angry. She
could hardly get away from him, but
his conversations, his suggestions, and
his persistence got on Jane’s nerves.
Whenever McCrossen was going to
ride over the ranch, Jane was not so
riding. When he was riding to town,
Jane was riding over the ranch. In
fact, chiefly to be rid of him, Jane
spent much time in the saddle. And
she developed a particular likiug for
the hill trail to town; she usually rode
that way, either coming or going. What
impressed itself on her was that riding
the hill road alone was not quite so ex
citing as the first time she had ridden
it with a guide. But what had become
of her guide?
She controlled her impatience until
she could do so no longer. Starting one
day to town with Bull Page, Jane
asked discreetly about their neighbor,
this man Bill Denison. She had heard
so much about him that she’d begun
to wonder what he looked like!
“Why, Miss Jane,” answered Bull,
“ ’cordin' to what I hear, Bill's been
down to Medicine Bend on his law
suit.” ,
“But why need a man go down to
Medicine Bend for a lawsuit, when
there are courts in Sleepy Cat?”
“Well, this is before the U. S. Land
Office; that’s different.” Suddenly Bull,
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“Who Was the Man That Brought
You Home?” Asked McCrossen.
peering down the trail, straightened
up, “Why, there’s Bill, right now, on
his way to town. The critter’s back.”
“Where is he? Oh, I see. The man
that just rode around the bend?” Jane
did some fast and bold thinking. She
looked in her purse. “Bull!” she ex
claimed in fancied alarm, “I’ve forgot
ten to bring Quong’s grocery list for
the kitchen. I’m afraid you'll have to
ride back after it.”
She was soon within speaking dis
tance of the horseman ahead. Over
taking him, she slackened her pace.
“Good-morning, ’’ she said stiffly.
Denison looked around, checked his
horse, touched his hat, and returned
the greeting. But he was plainly con
fused, and Jane was correspondingly
pleased. “We meet again," she said
with a superior air. “And this time
I’m not lost.”
“I’m afraid I am, this time,” he said
slowly.
“How so?”
“Well, it happened I was just think
ing about the other times we met, and
wondering whether I’d ever 'see you
again, when you dropped down out of
the sky on me just now. It took my
breath. On your way to town? So am
I. Do you mind if I ride along with
you?”
“I might mind if you didn’t In fact,
if you don’t mind a confession, I hur
ried a little to catch up. You were so
kind before—”
'“Nothing at all—”
“—and you gave me such good advice
that I haven’t been lost since. But I
do feel safer, riding with company. So
thank you again—if you’re not terribly
tired of being thanked.”
“Just as much as you like, if you’ll
remember you’re thanking me for noth
ing. I was afraid you’d gone back to
Chicago.”
“Where have you been all this time?
I certainly couldn’t have missed you,
if you ride this trail as often as I do.”
“I’ve been away—down at Medicine
Bend. How long is it since that day?"
“Oh, I haven’t an idea. It was an
awfully hot day, as I remember. Wasn’t
it?”
“I can’t remember a thing about the
weather. If ] measured the time by
my feelings, it would be about three
years.
“How perfectly ridiculous!” pouted
Jane.
“What I was afraid of was, you’d
gone back to Chicago and I’d never see
you again. Then I figured that if you
went back to Chicago, I’d look there
next winter for a circus job and try to
get into the same show with you.”
She looked at him, frankly amused.
“Now wasn’t that nice of you? Really,
Mr. Denison, you make me perfectly
ashamed of myself. Wil) you get mad
now if I confess again? No, you mustn’t.
I just won’t have it. But —I was kid
ding about being a circus rider. It
was some of our crazy cowboys start
ed that.”
He repressed a smile. She saw It.
“What amused you?” she asked.
“Nothing at all."
"Oh, yes it was. WhatT
“You won’t get mad?"
“Oh.” she responded airily, “I never
get mad.”
“Well, I knew you were kidding be
cause that time you rode up to Spring
Ranch, I happened to see you come
down the valley. It was after I’d heard
these stories about circus riding. I
said to myself, Ts that young lady ever
rode in a circus, they’d have to tie
her on.’ ’’
Jane didn’t like it —no girl could.
But it gave her precisely the opening
she wanted. ’’Now,” she said with an
attempted laugh, “It’s my turn, and I
hope you won’t get mad.”
“Try me—nothing’d make me mad.’
Then, “You mustn't bate me because
I am not someone you might have
thought I was. I am Jane Van Tam
bel. My name is Jane —not Marie. 1
know you and Father haven’t got
along . . .”
They were jogging on, side by side.
Then he looked over at her with an
expression she had not before seen
in a man’s eyes. “1 certainly won’t
ever hate you.” be said very slowly.
“I just—couldn't"
CHAPTER V
Two days passed. Jane ordered up
her pony. “What’s takin’ you into
town today?” asked McCrossen sus
piciously.
Bull came up wth the pony. Jane
tossed the question: ”1 forget some er
rands the other day. I shan’t be gone
long.”
“Who’s goln’ with you?”
“No one. The boys are busy. I don’t
need the wagon today.”
She had ridden some two miles to
ward town, when a turn in the trail
brought In sight a man riding out of
the woods. He checked his horse and
waited for Jane. His face was ex
pectant.
Jane’s cheeks flushed in spite of her
self. “I hope I haven’t kept you wait
ing long,” she stammered. He smiled
and shook his head as if perfectly sat
isfied. “I came early,” he confessed.
"But I’d have hung around all night
for this and not thought it long. Are
we going up in the hills?”
“Not today. We —at least I —am go
ing into town.” Jane had private feel
ings of reserve about riding into the
hills with Bill Denison. “In the hills
we might get lost,” she suggested,
naively.
"I might; but not In the way you
mean. I’m lost right now. I’ve been
lost for two days. Something came
into my life two days ago that I hope
will keep me dreaming the rest of my
life.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“You don't dare ask what I was
dreaming about?"
“Was it about another dreamer?”
“It was."
“I know who, then.” He looked at
her with pathetic hope. “It was about
McCrossen,” she added heartlessly.
“Never! It was—”
“Let’s gallop,” she exclaimed, cut
ting him squarely off. “I feel just like
riding fast. I can beat you to that big
pine!”
When she pulled up after a brisk
run, her face was flushed, her eyes
dancing, her lips parted in laughter.
Denison was just behind her. “Why,
you didn’t race at all." she complained,
looking around at him “Why didn’t
you try to pass me instead of sticking
at my heels all the time?”
“If I passed you, how in the world
could I see you? I wish it was fifty
miles more to Sleepy Cat —don’t you?”
“No."
“Well, don’t you wish it was just a
few miles farther?"
“No.”
“Not even two miles?”
“No.”
“Well, one mile then?”
“Well. Maybe a mile.”
“Say two.”
"What a persistent tease 1 Well—
two, then. And no more.”
“We could make it two by riding a
little farther into the hills.”
“You might ride up that way by
yourself.”
“I’m just a groom. I have to follow
my mistress.”
“Oh, no! We mustn’t ride into town
together. You gallop ahead,”
Jane lunched that day at Dr. Car
py’s hotel, hoping she might see Carpy
himself. Fortune favored her. The
doctor was in the office when she came.
“By the way, Doctor,” she said, “I
rode into town, part of the way, this
morning with a neighbor of ours who
doesn’t bear a vary favorable reputa
tion at Gunlock, but—”
“What’s his name?”
“Bill Denison.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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