MONDAY, JULY 16, 1*3 THE HUTCHINSON ^••••••"'••••••••••••IiBBB'SB»||BB»BIBMB«MBBg The Light of Western Stars i kbU Rotors to picture the stirring sldo of western life; If there worft no othet- Wrlttrs than Zane Grey to present ..t>& romancn and thrill of tho West, pa*t<rtd present, he along could furnlah a-/>fvl<l knd colorful history—a hlat6ry T\ f .r. leas kuthentlo, even If «trlpj>6d of chroWcAogy, fcnfl no lens r\jipoaltnff .booausa tie- hM thoaen to garb Its TTTcltlents In tile form M fiction.'**' Hli< etorles, while they enlarge upon tho dramatlo phaae of a life That certainly has boon dr&matlo, nevertheless give a very generous Idea and \ vory real plcturo of tho W»at os It •/as and as It la. ) Without the broodlnfir and the ptoneur Instinct whloh ho Inherited, ho probably Would not hftvo boon the *reat writer of eat-western nttrrlea which ho Is today; >f tho pioneer was descendant of tho A Romance by ZANE GREY • If therewero n<> movlwi wlth.thoir cap- iJile could doftcry only ft fow dim lights, k ' " "*nd these blurred'In her Bight. As hor eyen grow accustomed to tho dark- nosB aho saw n superbly built horse, standing near the window, Beyond wag a bare square. Through a hole In tho wlndow-glaaa cams a cool breoac, and on It breathed a sound 1 that struck coarsoly upon her ear—a discordant mingling of laughter and shout, And tho tramp of boots to the hard music of a phonograph. "Western royalry," mused Mlsa Hammond, as she left tho window- s Now, what to do? I'll wait here. Perhaps tho station agont will return soon, or Alfred will come for nib." As she sat down to wait she reviewed the causes which accounted for the remarkable situation,in which she found herself. That Madeline Hammond should ba alone, at a late hour, in a dingy little western railroad station, was Indeed extraordinary. v The close of hor donntanta yoar had boen marred by tho only unhappy experience of her life—tho disgrace of hor brother and his leaving home. She dated tho beginning of a certain thoughtful habit of mind from that time, and a dissatisfaction with the brilliant llfo society ottered her. There had been months of unrest, of curiously painful ^vondermont that hor position, her wealth, hnr popularity no longer sufficed.^ Sho be- llovod " alio had lived through tho dreams and fancies of a girl to become a woman of the world. And sho had gone on as before,! a part of the guttering show. ,but no longer blird to tho truth—that there was nothing th her luxurons life to make It significant.. And at Inst she knew what one needed—to bo alone, to brood for long hours, to gaze out on lonely, silent, darkening stretches, to watch tho stars, to race her soul, to find her real self. Then it was she had first thoughfof •visiting the brother who had gone west to cast his fortune with tho cattlemen. Aa It happened, sho had friends who were on tho evo of starting for' California, and she made a iiuick decision to travel with them- When nlie calmly announced hor intention of going out west hor mother had, exclaimed in consternation; and her father, surprised into pathetic memory of the black sheep of tho family, had stared at her with glistening eyes. "Why, Madeline! You want to soo that wild boy!" Thou he had reverted to the anger he still felt for his wayward son, and -h° hail ^ or " bidden Madeline to go. Her mother forgot her haughty poise and dignity. Madeline stood her ground, even to reminding thorn that she was twenty- four and iter own mistress. In the wial 'and tho spirit of tho pioneer born In him. He Is ft descendant ol famous Zona family which- figured largely In Jrontlor "history, and his birthplace, Zanosvllle, Ohio, takes It* namo from an ancestor on his mother'** sltlo. Always nn out-of-doors man, ho has Improved an opportunity to visit lujd S i>ond long periods of roaldenco In prao- cally all portions of tho West. And ho in gone Into tho out-of-the-way. placea 110 the desoita. Into tho more, rofnoto Mountains anil to tho difficult apota h-ltlch tho avorago travelsr does not E ach. Ho has lived tho Ufo and found charming and has presented It with an tlniacy and accuracy touchod by few H-iltcrs of either fiction ur facts. . • Wnllo gathering material for delightful novels'; Mr. Ori-v has not overlooked tho eliance to famllliirlviu hirnafilf with tho> r-liarius of nature In Its various manifestations. Beat known to .tho general public for his romance,-!, he Is known to a groat coterie of hunterH, fishers and nature lovers ..for his books treating of the game, the fishing, the trees and other flora, tho Indians, etc.. of western Amer- IMI. Had he l>.'t-n raised on a catllo ranch, in a mining camp, among tho Indians or with trappers and then sent away to w.hool, he could hardly have been more efficient In presenting Die charm of the Wwit. As stated above, the reason lies in tho fact that tho love of It and tho spirit of It wore born In him. CHAPTER I. A Gentleman of the Range. , When Madeline Hammond stopped from the tiffin at El Cajon, Now Mexico, it was nearly midnight, and her first Impression was of a huge dark upaco of cool, windy emptiness, strange and silent, stretching away under groat blinking white stars. I "Miss, there's no one to meet you," said tho conductor anxiously. "I wired my brother," aho replied. "Ho will be here presently. But, if he should not come—surely 1 can Hud a hoi el?" i "There's lodgings to he had. It you'll excuse me—thla is no place for a lady Hike you to 1 )0 alone at night. It's a rough little town—inoBtiy Mexicans, miners, cowboys. And they carouse a lot. Resides, the revolution across the border has stirred up some excitement along the line. Miss , I guess It's safe enough, If you—" "Thank you. I am not In tho least 'afraid." As the train started to glide away Miss Hammond -walked toward the dimly llg-htoi'. station. She entered | end she had prevailed tho empty waiting-room. An oil-lamp! Madellno had planned to arrive in gave out a thick yellow-light. A tele- El Cajon on October 3, her brother's graph instrument clicked faintly. I birthday, and sho had | succeeded, Madeline Hammond crossed the, though her arrival occurred at tho waiting-room to a window and, hold- twenty-fourth hour. Her train had lag aside her veil, looked out. At first! been soverui hours late. Whether or itot -m mtware rm* reached-Alfred's hands, she had no. means of telling, ana the. thins which concerned; hor now was tho tact that she had arfltod and he was not there to moat hor. ^ Aa Madeline sat waiting 1ft the yellow gloom Bhe heard the faint, intermittent click of the telegraph lnstru- mnet.- the low hum of wires', tho occasional stamp of nn lron -Bhoi hoof, and a distant vacant laugh rising above tho sounds of the dance. She boeiimo conscious of a slight qulokeinlng of her pulse. Madeline had only a Um-Lhcard a rapid pattering, low at first out,dosing the door, she. saiv down in considerable relief. It occurred to her that she should have mentioned hor brother's name. Then she fell to wondering what living'with such uncouth cowboys had demo to Alfred. She alono of hor family had over believed in any latent good In.Alfred Hammond, and hor faith had scarcely survlvod tho two years of silence- Walling there, she again found herself listening to tho moan of tho wind through the wires. Then Madeline Hod knowledge of the West. Like all of her class, she had traveled Buropo and had neglected America. She had been astounded at the interminable distance site had traveled, and If there -had been anything attractive to look at In that journey sho had passed it In tho night. "" -A falut sound like tho rattling of thin cs&lns diverted .Madeline's attention. At fit-t aho Imagined It was made by tho telegraph wires. Then she heard a step. The door swung wide; a tall man entered, and with him enmo the clinking rattle. She realized then that the sound came fronrhis spurs. "Will you please direct tn«_ to a hotel?" asked Madeline, rising. " Tho cowboy removed his sombrero, and, tho sweep lie made with it and tho accompanying bow, dospito their exaggeration, had a kind of rude grace. Ho took two long strides toward hor. "Lady, are you married?" In the past MIBS Hammond's sense of humor had oftcu helped her to over look critical exactions natural to her breeding. Sho kept silenco, and alio Imagined it was just as well that her veil hid her face at tho moment. Sho had been prepared to find cowboys rfather striking, and alio had been warned not to laugh at them. This gentleman -of tho range deliberately reached down and took up her left hand. Before she recovered from her start of amazo hp had stripped off hor glove. "Fine spark,, but no wedding ring," he drawled. "Lady, I'm glad to seo you're not married." He released iter hand and returned the glovo,"*- "You seo, the only hotel In litis hero town is against boarding married women. Bad business for hotels to have married women. Keeps tho boys away. You see, this isn't Iteno." " Then he laughed rather boyishly, and from that, and the way ho slouched on his sombrero, Madelino realized bo wns half drunk. As she Instinctively recoiled sho not only gave him a keener glance, but stepped into a position where a better light shone on his face. It was like red bronze, bind, raw, sharp. Liko that of all women whoso beauty and charm had brought thorn much before the world, MiS3 Hammond's intuition had been developed until she had a dolicate and oxtiulsltelv sensntivc perception of the nature of men and of hor effect upon them. This crudo cowboy, under the influence of drink, had affronted hor; nevertheless, whatever was in his mind, he meant no insult. "1 shall be greatly obliged to you if you will show me to the hotel," she said. "Lady, you wait here," he replied, slowly, as if his thought did not como swiftly. ."I'll goj'eteh the porter." She thanked him, and as he wont NEWS, JPAGE tnvau She fought.- Bhe struggled desperately But he forced her back with "Bands of Iron. She had never known a man could be BO strong. and growing loudor, which presently she recognized as the galloping of horses. Sho went to tho window, IhlnkjngT hoping her brother had arrived" But as\ tho clatter Increased to a rear, shadows sped by—lean horses, flying manes and tails, som- brcroed riders, all strange and wild In her sight. Recalling what the conductor had said, sho was at some pains to quell her uneasiness. Then out of the gloom two figures appeared, one tall, the other slight. The cowboy entered pulling a disheveled figure—that of a priest, a padre, whose mantle had manifestly been disarranged by the rude grasp of his captor. Plain it was that the padre was extremely terrified. Madeline Hammond gazed In bewilderment at the littlo man, vo palo and shaken, *and a protest trembled upon hor lips; but It was never uttered, for this half-drunken cowboy now appeared to bo a cool, grim- smiling devil; and stretching out a long arm, he gr;i:jped hor and swung hor back fo the bmu-h. "You stay there!" he ordered. His voice, though neither brutal nor] harsh nor crtiel, had the unacemtnl- j able effect of making her feel powerless- to move. Nn man had over before j addressed her in such a lone. U was tho Woman in her that obeyed-"-not tho personality of proud Madeline Hammond. The padre lifted ills clasped hands as if supplicating for his life, cud began to speak hurriedly In Spaullsh. Madelino did not understand the language. The cowboy pulled out a huge gun. and brandished it in tho priest's face. Then ho lowered It, apparently to point it at tho priest's feet. There ,WD a red flush, nnd then a thundering report that, stunned Madeline- The room tilled with "smoke and the smell of powder. When she could see distinctly through tho smoke she experienced a sensation of Immeasurable relief that the cowboy had not shot the padro. Hut he was still waving the gun, and now appeared to bo dragging his victim toward her. What possibly could bo the drunken fool's-) intention? This must be, this surely was a cowboy trick. Madeline no sooner thought of it than -she made certain her brothor was introducing her to n Wild West amusement. Sho could scarcely bollevo it, yet it must bo true. Probably he .stood just outside the door or window laughing at her embarrassment. Anger checked her panic. Sho straightened up with what composure this surprise had left her and started for the door. But tho cowboy barred her passage—grasped her arms. ThenJ Madeline devincd that her brother could not have any knowledge of thla indignity. It wa-s no trick. Poise, dignity, culture—all the acnulred habits of characterv-fled before tho instinct to tight. She was athletic. "What—do you—moan?" sho panted. ."Dearie, case up a little, ou tho bridle," he replied, gaily. Madeline thought Bhe must be dreaming, alio could not think clearly. She not only saw this man, but also felt his powerful presence. And" the shaking priest, the haze of blue smoke, the smell of powder—theso were not uuienl. Then close before her eyes burst another blinding red flash, nnd close at her ears bellowed another report. Unable to stand, Madelino slipped down onto the bench. Hor drifting faculties refused clearly to record what transpired during tho next tew moments; presently, however, aa her mind steadied somewhat, she heard, though as In a dream, the voice of tho padro hurrying over strange words. It ceased, and thou the cowboy's voice stirred her. "Lady, say Si—SI. Say It quick! Say it—SI!" From Bheer suggestion, a force irresistible at this moment when her will was clamped by panic, sho spoke the word.' "And now, lady—so we can finish this properly—what's your name?" Still obeying mechanically, she' told him. 'He stared for n while, as if the name had awakened associations In a mind somewhat, befogp.od. He leaned back unst'V.rttly. "What name?" lie demanded. - "Madeline Hammond. 1 am Alfred Hammond's sister." Ho put his baud up and brushed at an Imaginary soniethini; before ills eyes. "You're not Magosty' Hammond?" How strange—stranger than anything that hail ever happened to hor before—was It to hear that name on tile Hps of this cowboy! It was a liu'ini) iiy which she was familllarly known, though only those nuare,3t and dearest to her hail the privilege of using it. And now It revived her dulled faculties, and by an effort eho regained control of herself. "You are Majesty Hammond," and this, time ho - affirmed wondorlngly rather than (Uiestioned, Madeline rose and faced him. "Yes, i am." Ho slammed his gun back, into its holster. "Well, I reckon wo won't go on with it, their." "With what, sir? And why did you forco me to say SI to this priest?" "I reckon that was a way I took to show him you'd be willing to got married." "Oh! . . . You-you! . . . Word3 failed her. Tills appeared to galvanize the cowboy Into action, lie grasped the padro and led him toward the door, cursing and threatening, no doubt enjoining secrecy. Then ho pushed him across tho threshold and stood thero breathing hard and wrestling with himself. "Here—wait—wait a minute, Miss Hammond," he said huskily. "Y'ou could fall into worse company than mine—though I reckon you sure think nol. I'm pretty drunk, but I'm—all right otherwise. Just wait—a minute." She stood quivering and blazing with wrath, and watched thla savago fight his drunjkonnesa,, .Madeline saw the dark, damp hair lift from his brows aa ho bold It up to tha cool wind. Tho cowboy turned and began to talk. "Vou see—I was pretty drunk." ho labored. "There was a. fiesta—and a wedding. I do fool things when I'm drunk, i made a fool bet I'd marry the first girl who camo to town . • If you hadn't worn that veil—the fellows were Joahlng me—and Ed Linton was getting married—and everybody always wants to gamble . , . I must have been pretty drunk." "ICxpIanatlons are not necessary," she interrupted. "I am very tired—distressed. . The hour is lato. Have you the. slightest Idea what it means to be a gentleman?" His bronzed face burned a flaming crimson. "Is my brother here—in town tonight?" Madeline wont on. "No. He's at his ranch." ' "But I wired him" "Like as not the message Is over in his box ut tho P. O. He'll ho in town tomorrow. He's shipping cattle for Stillwell." "Meanwhile I must go to a hoto!. Will you please—" If lie heard her iaat words ho showed no cvldonco of It. A noise outside had attracted his attention. Madeline listened. Low voices of men, the softer liquid tones of a woman, drlfled In through til" open door. They spoke In Spanish, and Ihe voices grew loudor. Then the woman's voice, hurried and broken, rising higher and higher, was eloquent of vain appeal. Tito cowboy's demeanor startled Madeline Into anticipation of snrac- thing dreadful. She was not deceived. Krotn Hillside camo the sound of a scuffle—-a muffled shot, a groan, the thud of a falling body, a woman's low cry. and footsteps padding away in rapid retreat. .Madeline Hammond leaned weakly bnck in her seat, cold and sick, ami for a moment her ears throbbed to tho tramp of the, dancers across the way and tho^ythm of tho cheap music. Then into tho open door-place flashed a girl's tragic face, lighted by dark eyes and framed by dusky hair. Tho girl reached n slim brown hand round the side of tho door and hold on as if to support herself. "Sonar—Gene!" sho exclaimed; and breathless glad recognition made a sudden break In her terror. "Bonlta!" The cowboy leaped to her. "Girl! Aru you hurt?" 'Wo, senor." IIo took hold of hor. "I hoard— somebody got shot. Was it Danny?" ''No, scnor." , "Did Danny do tho shooting? Toll mo. girl." '^No. senor." "I'm sure glad. I thought Danny was mixod up In that. Ho had 31111- woll's money for the boys—I was afraid . . . Say, Bonlta, you'lt got In trouble. Who was with you'.' What did you do?" "Senor Gene—they Don Carlos vanueros—they quarrel over mo. I only dance a loetle, initio a leelle, and they quarrel. 1 bog they bo good —watch out for Sheriff Hawe . . . and now Sheriff Hawe put mo in jail. I so frighten; ho try to mako leello love to Houita once, and now ha halo mo like he hate scnor tieno." , .."Pat Hawe wnnlt.jiut you In Jail Take my horu.i .inA hit tie ivionclllo trail. Bonlta. proiniao to stay away from Kl Cajon." "SI, Setior." He led her outside. Madeline heard tho horse snort and <-h.r.G:- his bit. The, cowboy spoke low; only a fow words wore Intelligible -"stirrups . . wait . . . out of town . • . mountain . . . trail . , . now ride!" A 1 moment's silence ensued, and was broken by a pounding of hoofs, a pattering of gravel. Then Madeline saw a big, dark horse run into the wldo space. Shu caught a glimpse of windswept scarf and hnir. a iittlo form low down Ln the saddle. The liorso was outlined In black against tho lino of dim lights. There was something wild and splendid In Ills flight. Directly the cowboy appeared again in the doorway. "Miss Hammond, I reckon we want to rustle out of hero. Been bad goings on. And there's a train duo." Sho hurried Into tho open air, not daring to look back or to either side. Her guide strode swiftly. She had almost to run lo keep up with hint. Suddenly aware that she had been led beyond tho line of houses, alio spoke. "Where arc you taking mo?" "To Florence Kingsley." ho replied. "Who Is she'.'" "I reckon r.lie's your brother's best friend out here." ^Taoelino kept pacn with tho cow- liny for a few moments longer, and then she stopped. It was as much from necessity to catch her breath as it wns fi-iiui r<rut-ring fear, Tho cowboy, missing her, camo back the few Intervening steps. Then ho waited, still silent, looming hosido hor. "It's so thick, so lonely," she faltered. "How iln 1 know . . . what warrant can yon give mo that you — that no harm will befall me If 1 go farther?" "None, Miss Hammond, except that I've aeon your face-" (To lie cnniiiiued Tuesday.) Politics In Manila. Manila—The political fight In tha Philippines wns reopened when .1. P. Laurel, secretary of tlio llilorlor, resigned after lie had instituted chargos of bribery against Hay Couley, United States secret, service officer, and It was predicted that, tho major of Manila would also resign. GIRLS! LEMONS BLEACH FRECKLES Make This Lemon Cream and Just See Tan, Freckles Disappear. Mix tho Jute** ol' two If'.mona with throo ounces of Onhunl WJilto, which any druKj.*lst will HUpply fur ft fi>w <*pn(H, fl'liakn v.*oil In u hottlo ami you havo a wholn qunrtornint of tlio most wonderful frerklo ami tan croum and comnloxinn boiuitlflrr. Mnst'tiKC thin Hwoctly fragrant lemon eriMini Info tlio fao\ nock, an»H anil hands oach day and soo how fro-pkldfl and 'bloml^lioa naturally '•t>lefteh rlRht out and how youthfully clour, HOfl ami rowy-whUo tho aklu lie- comos. It's Going •Our Fifth Anniversary Petticoats- Bloomers High quality, lustrous, radium silk petticoats and bloomers. Just what is needed (or the present. Comparative prices are not given. You must attend this sale to appreciate the values. I uyers' Thrift S We kijiow that Hutchinson Womenfolks are pleased with our sale from the way they have been buying. Look over these Bargains. Then come in and see for yourself this remarkable buying event. WASH WAISTS Dimity, Imported Voile, Stoffel Organdie. Handsomely trimmed and of the newest patterns. $1 .69 Goats, Capes, Buy now for Fall and Winter wear. Our entire stock of high' grade coats, capes, and wraps are to go at these prices listed below. Seeing is believing. Come in early today and make your selection while our stock is complete. Never before have we offered such bargains as you will find in this department. The best of styles and materials will be found among this stock. 13 .75 $g.75 $ $ 16 75$ 23 Comparative prices are not given. You must attend this sale to appreciate the values. .75 MILLINERY Every hat in the store is included in these groups. Every one of them is a high grade pattern hat of the present season, and at prices like these you cannot afford to pass them by without a careful examination. 98 c ^1 ,98 "*3 98 Comparative prices are not given. You must - attend this sale to appreciate the values. HOSIERY As long as the stock lasts, we will sell our entire lines of "Everwear" and "As You Like It" Hose at these ridiculous prices. These are standard lines of the finest quality silk hose and we have sold them with satisfaction to Hutchinson customers for years. 98c, $1.39, $1.69, $2.39 Comparative prices are not given. You must attend this sale to appreciate the values. 112 North Main "Raichs 112 North Main SUITS A suit is a practical and usable necessity for every woman. You fill wait a long time until you see values like those we offer in this thrift sale. So buy now for- your Fall and Winter needs. It is sensible and economical thing to do. Three groups of high grade tailored sviits in poiret twill and high grade tricotines; mostly navy. $ 16 .75 $ 22 .75 .75 Comparative price* are not given. You must attend this sale to appreciate the values.
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