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# \\S\\\\\\\S‘\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\S\\\\\\%\\\\\\\\\‘\\\\\.\\\S.“\‘S‘N\\\“\“‘\‘?f *# Second Time West: Jim to his feet. "CGood work,. cowboy," he said. ‘"That sure took nerve. I never reckoned you‘d do it. Are you hurt?" "Nc. just winded," Jim answered. "But that chap is badly hurt. Who sho‘t him?" "Never did see the dirty skunk," growled the second man who had laid the wounded one on the side of the road and was stripping off his shirt, "but T‘ll lay it was that yellowâ€"faced breed, Diego Lopez. Ain‘t no one else would bushâ€"whack a kid this way." MONDAY. DECEMBER 20TH "Why, it‘s Bud Condon!" he exclaimâ€" ed. *He turned and shouted to Trani. "Bring that firstâ€"aid case out of the car. Here, let me take on, Mart. I‘ve had more experience of gunâ€"shot wounds than you." The man called Mart lookâ€" ed up. "Dogâ€"gone if it ain‘t Ward Haskell," "Dogâ€"gone if it ain‘t Ward Haskell," he said. "I‘m sure glad to see yOu. Is Bud badly hurt?" Haskell was Aalâ€" rcady examining the wound which was in the boy‘s right side. There was liew in his face as he saw where the bullet had come out. j "Not near so bad as I thought. It hit, a rib and glanced. It‘s shock and loss! of blood knocked him out." Trant . arrived with the firstâ€"aid case and Mart brought water. With capable fingers Haskell washed and disinfected the wound, plugged it ard tied it up, putâ€" ting a tight bandage round the boy‘s body. Bud was already coming round and a nip of whisky from Haskel‘s fiaskl brought a touch of colour back to his cheeks. He looked round in puzzled fashion. ' Jim looked at the wounded man and find the right ones. There‘s storm over saw he was only a boy, not more than | the valley, Ward." eighteen years old. A goodâ€"looking lad,! "How‘d an English baronet and a but now his face was white as paste , London taxiâ€"driver suit The old and his eyes closed. Ward Haskell man frowned. ug. | ~"YÂ¥ou gone plumb crazy, Ward?" "Say I thought I was dead. I sure ought to have been,. Who got me off tha‘ bronc?" "HMere‘s the follow that did it," Hasâ€" kell said.. "Grant Andrews his name is." Bud looked up at Jim. "I‘ll do as much for you if the chance comes." was all he said, but Jim knew that. if ever the pinch did come, this boy would do exactly as he had proâ€" mised." an .‘lmost perfect cross, To the leftâ€" that 1\ the eastâ€"the valley was bounded by talh ‘.pills. the lower slopes of which weru ht\\'il}' timbered. The rawch itself lay on a flat benclt above the valley. The big comfortable looking house built of adobe, Mexican fashion,. was surrounded by stables, "Glad I was there," was all Ne sSAQ. and spoke to Mart. "Ward and I are on our way to your place. We can take Bud here along in the car." "That‘s fine," said Mart, whose other name was Dowling, and who was a stocky, reliable looking fellow of about forty. He added in a lower voice. "Dave‘ll be real grateful. Bud‘s his grandson and the apple of his eye." Trant brought up the car, they lifted Bud in and made him comfortable, then drove on slowly, Mart Dowling and thie vounger man, whose name wWas Nat vedder, riding after. The road curved around a great tower of red rock and there was the Painted Cross. Even Trant opsned his eyes. He could hardly believe that such a paraâ€" dise could exist in this country of deserts. Below was a wide valley which looked to be ten or twelve miles long. It was green as an English meadow and dotted with clumps of trees. Through it, like a silver snake, wound a sizeable stream, and everywhere cattie grazed. To the right rose broken cliffs seamed with deep canyons, and above these was ‘he peak which gave the place its name. Figh against its rugged side was an ou crop of white quartz in the shape ol tarns and store houses, and © tonwoods gave welcome shade "Gosh,. it might almost be England," Trart muttered. Â¥art Dowling and Nat Vedder gallopâ€" cd ahcead and when the car, griven slowly for Bud‘s sake, pulled up in front of the ranch house Dave Condon himself was waiting. It gave Jim A thrill to see the fine ‘old fellow agailn. Dave was long past seventy but still straight as a lance. With his face the colour of old teak, bright blue eyes and mop of snowâ€"white hair, he was as fine a samp‘e of the old type Westerner as ‘ he said. "That never reckoned all he said l1 was Aiâ€" which was re was reâ€" where the great cotâ€" "He‘s new since yow went away, Ward," the old man answered. "Murray Farne hired him just before he left and half a dozen other tough characters as well. Farne‘s out to run this county and run us all out of it, I reckon." Ward nodded. "I‘ve knowed for a long time that was his ambition. He and Bignal will be back here in a few days. They was leaving New York when we come through." Old Dave‘s blue eyes widâ€" ened. "Then how in here?" "Flew," said Ward. He looked rouvr: to make sure they were alone. "Can you do with a couple of extra hands?" "You gone plumb crazy, Ward?" "I guess not. Let me introduce you. This here gent in the blue shirt is Sir James Andrew Chernocke who owns a ranch in Scotland pretty nigh as big as this spread. The other is Mr. Noah Trant, late of London. He can drive any sort of auto, and is right handy in a fight. Only he don‘t use a gun. A monkey wrench is the weapon he preâ€" fers." Dave Condon passed the fingers of his right hand through his thick white hair. His expression of bewilder. ment was almost ludicrous. "You don‘t need to look so bothered, Dave." said Ward. "Sir James here is an old friend of yours. Only, when you knowed him, he called himself Jim Preston." Dave stiffened and stared at Jim. "I could do with a dozen if IL could find the right ones. There‘s storm over "Firne!" said Dave. "We need a chap to handle our machinery and that auâ€" icmobile may come in mighty handy. Only thing is youll both have to keeyp under Even the boys in the bunk house mustn‘t know who you are. What do you reckon to call yourselves?" Trant chine line." The Sheriff came in. He was tall, and wore whipcord breeches, expnsive boots, and a tweed coat that certalnly, was not made in New Mexico. His spurs were silver and his shirt of silk. His big nose was contradicted by a weak mouth partly hidden by a large moustache, and his small eyes were deepâ€"set under immensely thick eyeâ€" brows. He believed himself to be goodâ€" looking. but Jim had always though! him a most repulsive person. "Howdy, Mr. Condon?" was his greetâ€", ing. *"Howdy, Mr. Haskell?" . "I get around still," said Dave, drily. | "Will you have a drink Mr. Garnett?" | "Got compary, I see," he remarked. "Two hands I‘m hiring. This is Gran‘ Andrews and this is Chip Wilson."| There was not the slightest change in' Jim‘s expression as he nodded to the Sheriff. but inwardly he was nervous. Garnett, however,. did not show any sign that he had ever seen him before, and Jim felt relieved. Garnett spoke! to Dave. | "I come to see you about that waterâ€" hole up beyond Red Butte. Buck Coulâ€" ton complains as you‘ve fenced it." CHAPTER XV. YELLOW DOG There was no time to say more, for Grant Garnett was off his horse and coming up the steps on to the piazza. Dave Condon rose to meet him. Though he disliked and despised the man. he would not show it in his own hcuse. That was against his code. As he spoke there was the so horse cantering up to the frol house. They tall looked out window. window. "Darned if it ain‘t the Sheriff!" Haskell exclaimed in sudden dismay Jim you get out of this, quick." Jin shool: his head. | "What‘s the use? I‘m bound to meet him sooner or later. This is the chance to see if my disguise is good." "I‘m Grant Andrews," said Jim, "and Trant is Chip Wilson." "Gocd. but, Jim. you‘ll have to be mighty careful not to run into any of Farne‘s crowd. that might know you." I ain in‘t much use on a horse, sir." said, "but I seed a mowing maâ€" as I come in. That‘s more my ense did vou beat them the sound of a he front of the d out of the "Buck claims the line runs through the pool, so Farne‘s got as much right to it as you." "If Buck would study his map he‘0| se tole me sumfin defful! see his line runs a hundred paces and | 1; qimost made me cry! more on the north side of that hole," | 1 never will blieve it, said Dave, drily. He went on: “IUS' It mus‘ be all a lie! Buck Coulton‘s fault.. I never wanted | 1 mean she mus‘ be ‘staken. to be unneighbourly, but he‘s pushed | 1| pnow she b‘oke my heart: five hundred head or more over on that | 1 navyer can forgive her! south stripâ€"twice as many as the land | ppat; horrid Maggie Start. will carry. Consequence is they‘re all * the time straying on my range and €@tbâ€"| pypsqgays, she does her bakin ing down by grass. I‘ve warned him|} an so 1 fought, you see, twice about it, but he didn‘t pay NO | yq make some fimble cookies attention, so I‘m fencing the proyr Arabella‘s tea. line." The Sheriff frowned. An‘ co I took miy dollies "I reckon you‘re wrong about th@t! an‘ set ‘em in a row. there boundary, Mr. Condon. . FAamme} where they could oversee me showed me his map afore he went _ wpen I mixed up my dough and the line runs plumb through the centre of the hole." â€" o an‘ whean T‘d walled an‘ mixe "Farne‘s been here four yearsâ€"I‘ve been here more than forty.. Don‘t you reckon I know more about it than he does?" Garnett opened his mouth to speak, but Dave stopped him with a sharp question. "And listen here, Garâ€" nett! <Only an hour ago some black sou‘led bushâ€"whacker shot my grandson when he was up on the line and nigh killed him.. One of Farne‘s men it was â€"and I can give you his name if you want it. ~You go out and catch that dirty murderer, and after ysov can come and about the waier hole." Garnett pulled his moustache. _ Mis eyve; narrowed. "Did anre:.. seethiis fellow as shot Bud?" h« iiked. "NC ecause he was hidden up in the seérub, but I‘ll tell you this, he used a .38 Marlin ride. and he rode a paint horse., If that ain‘t evidence enough for . you to make an arrest it‘s a pity." Garnett scowled. more than one uses a Marlin around here, and a dozen as rides paint ponies." "But only one: does both," retorted Dave, "and you know who that is as well as I do." Sheriff shook his head. "That ain‘t evidence to kill a cat. Besides everyone knows as there‘s trouble between you and Farne." "Just as everyone knows which side you take in that trouble," answered Dave Condon.. The Sheriff drew himâ€" self up. "Are: you accusing me of favouring folk?" he blustered. "That‘s a dangerâ€" ous ~thing to gsay, Dave â€"Condon. "It‘s what everyone is saying round here except you and Farne and Vincent Bignall and you don‘t need say it for you know it.". Garnett slammed his glass down on the table with a force that broke.it. "If you wasn‘t an old man," he beg furiously. Condon cut him short. "No need to hesitate on that accounrt,| Garnett. I ain‘t as spry as I was twenâ€"| ty years ago, but I‘m still game to draw ; against you." Garnett bit his lip. In his heart he was afraid of this old fire=| scater.. He ducked out. | Waterloo Chronicle:â€"Russia‘s repreâ€" sentative in Athens, Greece, Alexandre Barmire. refused to obey an order to} return to Moscow, knowing that he was| sure to meet the fate of other diploâ€"| mats to foreign countries, at the execuâ€" tion block. Deciding he would rather| be a political refugee than a dead dipâ€" lomat, Barmine has gone to France to live. "And break it will before long," said the old man gravely.. He turned to "Garrett didn‘t spot you, Jim. That‘s one sure thing." "I didn‘t speak," Jim said. "He might know me by my voice." "That‘s a fact. You‘ll have to be careful that way. But I don‘t reckon anyone would recognize you apart from that. ~It ain‘t only the way they‘ve fixâ€" ed you up but you‘ve filled out Icu. You were only a kid when you were here before. You‘re a man now." He smiled. "It‘s nigh supper time. T‘ll take you down to the bunk house. I‘d like to have you in the house, but it migh cause talk." ue C ‘I ain‘t such a fool as to start a war with you in your own house, but I tell vou straight, threatening a law officer won‘t get you anywhere, Condon," 1 "Then we will Wwait till you are no, longer a law man, Garnetbt," said Dave | sweetly, "and may be that won‘t be very long." | 1t was too much for Garnett, With an‘ oath he picked up his hat and stumped out of the room.â€" Another few seconds and he was in the saddle and, ramming in his spurs, rode off at a gallop. "You kind of rettled him, Dave," saidl Ward Haskell. * | "I meant to." replied the old man. "He can‘t hate me any more than he does already. He‘s Farne‘s dog and a yellow dog at that." Haskell shook his "It‘s surely one peach of a business,i me engaging an English baronel as cowâ€"niurse." Jim laughed, too. "You‘ll find I haven‘t forgotten my job, Dave," he said as bhe followed the‘ other out to the bunk house. (To be Continued) $ t head "Looks like I‘ve come home to a range war, Dave. Well you can count on me and my boys when the trouble breaks." "Don‘t think twice about I‘m a cowboy from now on man laughed outright. hat, Dave. ‘_ The old THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO and hiding things here and there, and | Each day brings Christmas nearer and nearer, and each day finds the children and the adults, too, rushing axound g / ustt whxspermg to ea"h other What a lot‘ of fun they a: bhere. a warnin "elders" not t in this manneyr If You Like f‘"""””“o‘w O then you should have hear her la "Tell Santa Claus, indeed! I‘d like to have you find him, first The humbug never lived!" "What do you mean, you Maggie It mus‘ be all a lie! I mean she mus‘ be ‘staken. I know she b‘oke my heat I never can forgive her‘! That horrid Maggie Start Sc I weached up on tipâ€"toe, But, quicker than a flash, The horrid pan. turned over, An‘ down it came, kerâ€"splash! G then,.you should have Seen her Rpsjl frough that pantry door "An‘.this is where you be!" she "O what a lookin‘ floor! An‘ when I‘d wolled an‘ mixed Free minutes. or an hour, Ssomehow I dwopped my wolle: An‘ spilt a lot of flour. An‘ I was deffu‘! firsty. An‘ fought TA help myself To jes‘ a little dwop of milk Off from the pantry shelf. "You an‘ your you all TK shake you black ‘n‘ blue!" "You shall not touch us, Miss," I cried "We‘re jest as good as you! An‘ I will tell my mofer, The minute she gets home, An‘ T will tell ole Santa Claus, An‘ I‘ll tell every one." American Magazine:â€"At last someâ€" thing is being done for expectant fathâ€" ers, <who frequently cause maternity hospitals more trouble than mothers. Movies, lecturés, magazines and comâ€" fortable lounges for fretting are proâ€" vided in more than 400 new hospitals throughout the U.S. Is dear old Santa dead?" 'Old'Sa'nta never lived," she cried And that is what she said. Miss Arbell Mackintosh daughter of Lady M:ud Baillie and of {ae late Captain Augus Mackintosh and granddaughter of the Duke of Devonâ€" shire a former Governorâ€"General of Canada and the Duchess of Devonâ€" shire. Miss Mackintosh is one of the mcost important debutantes of Coronation year in London. In the above picture she is shown repreâ€" senting her kinswoman Lady Arabella Stuart who was a greatâ€"greatâ€" granddaughter of Henry VII. Lady Maud Baillie the former Lady Maud Cavendish eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire was married in Ottawa in 1917 to Captain Mackintosh, who died in 1918. She married Captain the Hon. George Baillie in January 1923. they are warning not to INTERESTING ENGLISH DEBUTANTE Whas. Sh«e Said Bjy A. H.) all having! So right must go out to all the disappoint their child Maggie Start her laugh! rid U W 3 (â€" _ Give a GRUEN g °ul Keeping Record Straight About Anticosti Island (From Globe ard Mail) From letters appearing in our corâ€" respondence columns it appears some people have the mistaken idea that the proposed Anticosti Island sale involves the transfer of Canadian territory to the German Government. They infer it to mean the establishment of a Germanâ€"admiristered territory, or i ;((\_ 1 )}‘ d Baillie and of thae late ‘ _of the Duke of Devonâ€" d the Duchess of Devonâ€" important debutantes of o 1 enechan ting beauty and perâ€" fection. Diamond Rings 35â€"piece . " First L o ve" service for 8. A Cbhristmas special to $850 colony, at Canada‘s front door,, over which Canadian Governments would have no control. No such idea has ever beem suggested. nor, we believe, even contemplated. The negotiations reported to be takâ€" ing place bettween option holders and a Germanâ€"Dutch syndicate involve nothix)g more than a straight property sale,. no difftrent than the sale of a farm in ary part of Ontario to a CGerâ€" man conipany would be. As Canadian territory and a part of the Province of Quebec, the island, should the deal go through, would remain under provinâ€" cial and Federal jurisdiction, its owners subject to all the laws. On the authâ€" ority of Premier Duplessis, Quebec has the power to control the use of the island‘s resources, whoever the owner. It has also been stated officially at Oitawa that, wore war to come, the island would be seized should such a precaution be thought advisable. Those opposed to the sale, including The Globe and Mail, feel that such powers do not adequately cover the potential dangers which sale to foreign interests gives rise to. They do not eliminate. without ceonstant supervision, the posâ€" sibilities of it being secretly converted to any number of uses that would seriâ€" ously handicap the Dominion, and, in the extreme view, become a means of lockading the waterway before Govâ€" ernmcnt action could be taken. Hcwever remote any of the dangers may seem, there is no justifiable reason for risking them. All the resources of that island exist in equal abundance in less strategic areas. Ths potentialities now being realized, it is the bitter pari o1 wisdom, since its owners seem anxiâ€" ous to sell, that the island be taken over as public property and made use of in some practical way,. To do so would be to eliminate similar dangors in the future. Deatlh at New Liskeard of Mrs. Angus McKelvie as Jessie Dowzer, became Mr. McKelvie in 1897, anc came to their new home keard. Ever since that ! Mrs. McKolvie have con ard as neailh Lut? ueult d o UCLU never faltered in her efforts to bring happiness to her family and friends, and these kindly traits of character will be cherished by al} who had the pleasâ€" ure of her friendship and acquaintance. Her kindly qualities made her homelite a bright and happy one. The late Mrs. McKelvie, with her twin sister Margaret, together with a large family of younger children, mak. ing twelve in all, found themselves orâ€" phaned while yet in their teens und to kzard Spofg rring . of | visited the . removing the older girls fell the duty of caring for the younger children. This heavy responsibility taught them many lesâ€" sons calling for wise, careful and frugâ€" al household imanagement, and these desirable practices were continued throughout her household duties. . The family lived at Clintor, Ont., and here she met and married Mr. McKelvie. Por a considerable time the late Mrs. McKelvie had not been enjoying good health, and, we understand, plans were being made for a short trip to southern points for the winter months. Unforâ€" tunately, however, the deceased was the victim of an attack of pneumonia with fatal results. To mourn the departure of their lovâ€" ed cne there remain the sorrowing husâ€" band and three daughters and one son, Jcan (Mrs. J. B. Varette, Toronto), Helen, (Mrs. R. Mackey, (North Bay), Winnifred, kindergarten teachEr. at Timmins, and Dorald, of the Northern Telephone Company, town. Brampton Conservator:;â€"An electric refrigerator was sold to an Eskimo, at the last Canadian National Exhibition. New Liskeard Spzcaker songer traffic has bee in the last few years. due to lower fares an the new equipmen: an ulés which the railroa adopting. Bu‘} a good sh tribr:.sed: to the fact d train is by far the safes in existencse. [CP Mcinnis Block PINE ST. 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