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Next day Jim rode the range. At first everything seemed strange. The Ameriâ€" can saddle with high cantle and rawâ€" hide seat, the broad wooden stirrups with their long leathers, the heavy curb bit, the lope of his pony so different from the trot of an English horse. But within a very few hours it had all come back and, if it had not been for his cruel anxiety on Joan‘s account. Jim eda eC he said, t like to ha You‘ll do tle. It W: | VEIlVL I0OiK 111 DUT Uhey‘re scared ; ! to open their mouths. The small men haven‘t a chance and, if any of ‘em dare say what they think. they‘re either ruined or run out. There was a case a few years ago. Young Bart Chardler of the Circle O. tried to buck them. They set a gunâ€"man after him Bignal had a handsomely fitted bar room with all kinds of drinks, both "soft" and "hard." "But if some of the drinks were soft that was more than could be said for the faces of the men who lined the front of the bar. These weregun men, most of them, and as he glanced round â€"Wesley Grant he was, the Sheriff‘s own brotherâ€"and if it hadn‘t been for | had told him. a chap called Jim Preston, one of| Prominent among them was one of Bart‘s hands, Bart would have been | the most devilishly handsome men Jim killed, Jim shot Wesley and got away.| had ever seen. He wasn‘t particularly But that didn‘t help Bart any. Thfl‘y; big, but he looked all wire and whipâ€" got him in the long run." cord. His face was deep bronze, he had Jim only just managed to repress a | an eagle nose, a jutting chin and long start for Joan had told him that Bart| narrow dark eyes set under perfectly had been killed in an accident. shaped brows. His hair was jet black "How did they get him?" heasked | and it didn‘t need a second glance to Jim remembered what Mart Dowling quickly. make certain he was half Indian. ‘"Doped his horse with marijuana or ‘"‘Lopez," Nat Vedder whispered in some stuff. The beast went plumb | Jim‘s ear. "The coldestâ€"blooded murâ€" derer in New Mexico." At that moment Lopez turned and i it was Milita imnnecithla t‘hatr ha crazy and kicked Bart to death." | ‘"Devils!" exclaimed Jim so hotly that Mart stared at him. to open their mouths. The small m haven‘t a chance and, if any of e dare say what they think, they‘ either ruined or run out. There was case a few years ago. Young Ba: Chardler of the Circle O. tried to but them. They set a gunâ€"man after hi ‘"You‘re surely right, Grant," came a voice behind him, and Mart Dowling, smoking a cornâ€"cob filled with Buil Durham, took a seat beside them. "They‘ll buy. if they can buy cheap and steal if they can‘t. They aims to own al! this country. "But they can‘t do it so long as old timers like Dave and Ward Haskell sit tight," said Jim. Mart puffed a cloud of smoke into the still air, then took his pipe from his mouth. "It ain‘t as easy as that, Grant. Farne‘s got money and no more conâ€" science than wolf. His men are hirâ€"| eau killers. Worse‘n that, the Sherifi‘s his man. body and soul, and between ‘em they run Loomis. You seed what happened toâ€"day about that water hole." Jim shrugged. ‘"‘This isn‘t 1890. You‘ve got railâ€" roads:and motor roads and telephones. The whole thing‘s too old fashioned for these times." | "*You‘reâ€" wrong," Mart answered. ‘"This here neck 0o‘ woods is right off the beaten track. There ain‘t no law here except what the Sherif makes, and I reckon you know what sort of law that is. It‘s true there‘s some deâ€" cent folk in Loomis but they‘re seared | to open their mouths. The small men haven‘t a chance and, if any of ‘em dare say what they think. they‘re| They‘re déevils right e: ‘eed. ‘"‘And all hell‘s go rtly." Jim jaw set harc I hope I‘ll be here when enjoy being on the si ‘"The old West isn‘t dead yet," Jim told him. "Motor roads and dude ranches haven‘t changed it all. And here we are on the raw edge of things." ~BioOwed if it aAin‘t just like movies!" he remarked. "I never kn ed them pictures could be realâ€"like thcught it were all made up sc speak." "T‘ll watch out," he said. He gazed at the great stretch of shadowed valâ€" ley below and at the tall peak of Ithe Painted Cross now reddened by the last rays of the invisible sun. ‘Blowed if it ain‘t fust like Ithe na T1A Trant, Sir Ja you‘te long as lozcked »upper came ip. Beef steaks fried. baked sweet potatoes and plenty of green stuff and raw tomatoes. Dave had a good garden. There were canâ€" ned peaches and coffee, and the "bisâ€" cuits" (baking powder scones) were hot and crisp from the oven. A rough meal but a good one, and Jim enjoyed it. Afterwards some of the men helped Sam to collect the dishes and wash up. two went down to the corrals to do various chores and four started a game of penny arte poker. Jim was ready to help, but Mart who was foreman, said he was to lay ofl, so Jim and Trant went outside, where they sat on a bench in the cool of the evening and lit their pipes. ‘"They‘re all right, these chaps, Sir James,"â€"said Trant. "As fair a"tlot as yvou could meet 2 7”’/’/”.’5’/””’”’’”"’/ /Il/fif/fi//lf’///’//t’/’///l///?//fl////llllfll/.rs.. «omm t We im inss mtz on smm a ons * * 1 e 2222222 55555555358 5055580888454 Second Time West * kb * *% % *4 44 % 4 % # ’me\“\\\\\\\\\\.\\\s\\\\\\\\\\\“\mmmmm\\\\w“\\\x\\\\\m\x\* CHAPTER XVI | would have been thoroughly enjoying' but Bignal was not looking at him. He MART TALKS himself. He took the opportunity of 1| was speaking to one of the two barâ€" Dave Condon had ten riders, all ) little practice with his rope and this,| tenders, then he went back through the picked ‘men. Jim needed no introducâ€"| toc. came back as easily almost as the| Goor by which he had come. tion. Mart Dowling and Vat Veddori rest. Most of the day he rode with "Thats old Bignal," said Nat, "the haa already spread the story of how he| Nat Vedder and knew that he was beâ€"| one as married Bart had saved Bud, and Jim was at once ing watched yet felt by evening that| mothes." Chandler‘s had saved Bud, and Jim was accepted as one of the crows didr‘t ask him who he was o he came from. Personal ques that sort are not considered ners in the West. One man him an empty bunk, another out where to wash and offered oi a clean towel. To Trant th equally civil though they at on ted him as Britisher. Supper came m Beef steal baked sweet potatoes and pl green stuff and raw tomatoe had a good garden. There w ned peaches and coffee, and t cuits" (baking powder scones) and crisp from the oven. 4 meal but a gond one and Iim 1i Mart looked at the tall youn i approval. Then he grinnec know so much about angels, ‘but if it comes to war T‘ll sur ave you alongside me, Grant to tie to." Jim flushed a lit vas a very real complimen â€"bitten foreman had paid him thing." Trant looked so seriou Jim almost laughed. n. Personal questi( not considered good West. One man s ty bunk, another p , then n and Ji aered g0ood manâ€" )ne man showed another pointed 1 offered the loan eef steaks fried. and plenty of tomatoes. Dave There were canâ€" ‘e, and the "bisâ€" just like (the I never know vat Vedder ry of how he was at once rowd. They as or where they werdt once spotlâ€" 11 narrow dark eyes shaped brows. Hi: and it didn‘t need make certain he w OO K the most devilishly handsome men Jim had ever seen. He wasn‘t particularly big, but he looked all wire and whipâ€" cord. His face was deep bronze, he had an eagle nose, a jutting chin and long narrow dark eyes set under perfectly shaped brows. His hair was jet black and it didn‘t need a second glance to ave OIf at ho had d HC though the two were quite separate, ornre from the other. Drink had always been obtained at Bignal‘s place, even in prohibition days, but then in a den at the back to which only those known were admitted:; now JiIY said with a smile. Loomis had not changed much. Just a few new buildings, but it all seemed familiar enough to Jim, and he had to be careful not to betray to the others how well he knew it. The biggest building in the place bore Bignal‘s name. It was half store, half saloon, though the two were quite separate, U the end Dave gave his consent Saturday afternoon Jim, with si of the ranch crew, rode across to the East. His pony was Gn one of the best beasts in old "He may be back right now." "If he is T‘ll keep clear of him. Ir{ any case you have to remember that he believes me to be in England. He‘d never dream I had come here." "If he sees you he‘ll recognize you," the old man said gravely. "There‘s two things makes a man‘s eyes kéen. They‘re love and hate, and Murray Farne surely hates you worse than anyâ€" one in the world. x6) and happy. â€"_The rest of the week passed quietly and Jim began to feel that he had never been anything else but a cow hand.. He rode all day, ate like a horse and slept like a log. day he felt himself growing harder and fitter. Friday came and that evening Jim managed to get a word aside with Dave. "I want to go to town toâ€"morrow." he told the cld man. Dave stared. "Are you crazy?" he demanded. "I shall be if I don‘t go," Jim anâ€" swered. "Listen, Mr. Condon. Nearly all the boys are riding in toâ€"morrow. They‘ll think it funny if I don‘t go with: them. Aryhow, I‘ll have to go sooner or later, and I‘d better go before Farne gets back." When he came back that evening Jim learned that all had been quiet during the day and that Bud Condon was get.â€" ting on as well as could be expected. Ward Haskell had gone off to his own ranch, the S. Bar S., but had promised to come back and bring his boys if there was trouble. As for Noah Trant, he had been busy all day on an old reaper which had broken down. There was a forge on the place and Trant had make an excellent job of the reâ€" pairs. He seemed to be quite at home ihere was not a great deal to do. It was ncot yet the season for the round up and on the Painted Cross the grazing was so good that the cattle did not range much. A few of the young beasts strayed up the "draws." the short box canyons running irto the hills, and these Jim and Nat drove out. Most of the boys were busy on the North fence but Dave Condon had suggested to Mart that the new hand should ride round for a day or two and learn the lie of the land. Dave knew that Jim would wish to get his "saddle legs" â€"so to speak. 10 tIme a Iuss," was right, Jim knew lled himself togethe certain he was half Indian. pez," Nat Vedder whispered in ear. *"The coldestâ€"blooded murâ€" in New Mexico." that moment Lopez turned and h it was quite impossible that he have heard Nats whispered fixed his eyes on Nat and Jim. i not scowl or smile, but Jim felt bs of shudc of repulsion run through eyes were worse than the { a rattlesnake. der was succeeded by a hot er,.© So this was the man â€"guiched Bud Condon. He forward but Nat had him said gravely. "There‘s two es a_ man‘s eyes kéen. and hate, and Murray hates you worse than anyâ€" he muttered. "This mustetr by he was right. r. and he and the bar and L Jim swore beneath his breath. The one man in the whole town he wanted to avoid, for Farne, he felt certain, would recognize him. And Lopez with himâ€"that was worse still, for Lopez was a killer. Jim glanced in the other direction to see if there was any way out. There was none. He was in a biind alley hopelessly trapped. (To be Continued) Glancing round the corner of the stall, he saw two men entering. There was light enough to recognize one as the halfâ€"breed, Lopez, while the other was Murray Farne. Thursday, Decentber 23rd, 193 They sat and smoked and at halfâ€" past seven Jiin excused himself on the plea that he wanted to give Gray Boy a feed before riding home. The livery stable was behind Bignal‘s building, but separated from it by a broad road. It belonged to Farne and Bignal, but was run by a man named Clem Hoskins, formerly a cowboy but now too crippled to ride.. He, however, was not in the office nor was there anyone else in the big dusky building as Jim went in. Gray Boy nickered at sight of his master and Jim petted him, then just as he was in the act of lifting the bride off its peg, he heard footsteps. Girls who don‘t attract boy friends wonder why. Beautiful, perfect features are not the reason. Cleopatra and famous women were often ugly. Have nice skin, plenty of animation, and watch out for your figure you‘ll be surprised how popular you are. So many girls have poor complexions â€"no life their figure slipping, and don‘t realize it. Take "Fruitâ€"aâ€"tives" and you‘ll soon be amazed how different and how attractive you‘ve become. It purifies your blood, makes the skin pores work, gets rid of waste and poisons, gives you new energy, prevents flabhy tiseme from farmins _ "Fruitâ€"aâ€"tives" gives you new charm. 25¢., 50¢c. "With Bignal and break mighty soon," I wish I knowed jus pening. Them fellers The more they drin savs," GIRLS WHO HAVE NO BOY FRIENDS The steak was excelient, so were the fried potatoes and the coffee. Nat orâ€" dered a tin of peaches, the cowman‘s favourite sweet. He talked. He had been using his ears in the saloon and was convinced that trouble was brewâ€" ing. "I reckoned I was tough but that crowd‘s too tough for me," he told Jim. "What say if we feed?" Excitement had deprived Jim of his usual appetite, but Nat‘s talk would help to pass the time. He agreed and Nat led the way to a restaurant kept by a Chinaman, where, said Nat, "they sure know how to grill a tender loin." Quick Easy Way to Get Charm Eight o‘clock, and it was not yet six. To Jim those two hours stretched iike an eternity and just then Nat came out of the saloon; ! __Joan looked at him, and he saw her face change. Surprise. joy, then sheer terror showed in her eyes in swift sucâ€" cession. Yet she did not lose her head. Turning, she took the packet from a shelf and laid it on the counter. Jinu put down a dollar and as she made change she spoke in a tense whisper,. "Oh,. Jim, I told you not to come.*® "I‘m perfectly safe," Jim answered in an equally low voicse. "No one but you has recognized me. And I‘m not leaving till I‘ve had a talk with you. When and where can I see you?" Joan glanced round. A customer was comâ€" ing up the céntre aisle; there was no time for more than a word. "Live Oak Spring. Eight toâ€"night,." she said swiftly. "I‘ll be there," Jim answered, and, picking up his change, walked straight out. Jim stood a moment watching her. Wearing a plain white overall, with her shining hair in natural curls on her perfectly shaped head, she look so loveâ€" ly that Jim caught his breath. Then he pulled himself together and walked steadily forward.. At the moment Joan had no customer. Jim came to the counters. "Packet of Bull Durham, please, Miss," he said, speaking in a deeper tone than his usual voice. Two long counters ran the length of the building. One side was given up to hardware, everything from barbed wire to cartridges, the other to groceries, flour, sugar, coffe, canned stuff of every description. There were two men at each of these. At the far end was a shorter cross counter where clothes and "notions" were displayed, and here Joan was in charge. "I reckon," Nat answered and Jim slipped away. As he reached the store he found himself shaking like a school boy. This would never do. and he deâ€" liberately stopped and took a couple of deep breaths before entering the place. one as married Bart Chandler‘s mothes." "I thought it must be," Jim managed to say. He was quivering with inward excitement for, if Bignal was back, so was Joan. He spoke to Nat. "I‘m going round to the store to buy some smoking tobacco. Tll find you here when I get back." _ Bignal and Farne back it‘ll lighty soon," he told him. "But I knowed just what was hapâ€" Them fellers is tightâ€"mouthed. re they drinks the less they LIVER TABLETS