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He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say "SI." Asking her name anil l';nrning her Identity, the cowboy seevno d:-.zed. In a shooting norapi, outside the room a Mexican Is killed. The cowboy lets a girl. "Donlta," take Ills horse and escape, then conducts Madeline to S'lorenco KIKaloy, friend j&- her brother. CHAPTER II.—Florence welcomed hor, learn* her story, and dismisses the cowboy, dene Stewart. Next day Alfred Hammond, Modeling's brother, takes Stewart to tiisk. Madeline exonerates | him of any wrong Intent. In answering: advertisements Please mention The News. CHAPTER III. Sister and Brother. Then Madeline returned to the little parlor with the brother whom 3he had hardly recognized." "Majesty!" he oxolaimad. "To think of your being hero I" The warmth stole back along her veins. She remembered how that pot name had sounded from the lips of this brother who had given It to hor. "Alfred!" "Dear old girl," ho Bald, "you haven't changed at all, except to grow lovelier. Only you're a woman now, and you've j fulfilled the name I gave you. G—tl how sight of you brings hack home! It seems a hundred years since I left- I missed you more than all the re3t." . Madeline seemed to feel with his overy word that she was remembering him. She was BO amazed at the change In him that she could not believe her eyes. She saw a bronzed, strong Jawed, eagle-eyed man, stalwart, superb o£ hejght, and, like the cowboys, bolted, booted, Bpurred. Sha had bidden good-bye to a disgraced, disinherited dissolute boy. Well she ro- memberod the handsome pale face with Its weakness and shadows and careloss Bmlle, with the ever-present cigarette hanging between the lips. The years had passed, and "now she saw him a man—the West had made him a man. And Madeline Hammond felt a strong, passionate gladness and gratefulness, and a direct check to her sudden inspired hatred of. the West. "Majesty, it was good- of you to come. I'm-all broken"*up. How did you ever do it Tell me about that brother of mine." And Madeline told him, and then she had ever been In the past. Had her father and mother done rlgBt by him Her pulse stirred with unwonted quickness. She did not speak, but she klHsed him, which, for her, was an indication of unusual feeling. And when ho recovered command over his emotions he made no roferonco to his breakdown, nor did she. But that scene struck deep Into Madeline Ham- mond'R heart. Through It she saw I what he had lost and gained. "Alfred, why did you-not answer my last lcttors?" asked Madeline. "I had not heard from you for two years. * "So long? How time files! Woll, things went bad with me about tho last time I heard from you. I always Intended to write Bomo day, but 1 1 never did. You remember all about my,little ranch, and that for a while I did well raising stock? I wrote you all that. Majesty, a man makes enemies anywhoro. Perhaps an eastern man In tho West can make, it not so many, certainly ruoro bitter ones. At any rate, I made several. There was a cattleman, Ward by name—he's gone now—and ho and I had trouble over cattle. That gave me a back-set. Pat Hawo, tho sheriff herd, has been Instrumental In hurting my business. He's not so much of a ranchor, but he has influence at Santa Fe and El Paso aud Douglas. I made an enemy of him. 1 never did anything to him. Tho -real reason for his animosity toward mo is that he loves Florence and Florence is going to marry mo." "Alfred!" "What's the matter, Majesty? Didn't Florence Impress you favorably?" he asked, with a keen glance. "Why— yess, indeed. I like her. But I did not think of her in relation to you—that way. 1 am greatly Bur- prised. Alfred, IB she well born? What connections?" "Florence is Just a girl of ordinary people. She was born In Kontucky, was brought up in Toxa3. My aristocratic and wealthy family would scorn—" "Alfred, you are still a Hammond," said Madeline, with uplifted head. Alfred laughed. ' We won't quarrel, Majesty. 1 rcmembor you, and in spile of your pride you've got a heart. It you stay here a month you'll love Florence Klngaley. I want you to know she's had a great doal to do with straightening mo up. . . . Well, to go on with my story. There's Don Carlos, a Mexican ranchor, and hp's my worst enemy. Don Carlos is a wily Greaser, he knows tho ranges il 6 , 1 , 1 ; QUe ? U ? n »« has the water" and he I, dishoMsL after question ho fired at hor; and she told him of his mother; of Aunt GTace, who had died a year ago; of hla old friends, married, scattered, vanished. But alio did not tell him of, his father, for he did not ask. , Quite suddenly the rapid-fire questioning ceased; he ohoked, was sllont a moment, and then hurst into tears. It sseemed to her that a. long, atored- up bitterness was flooding away. 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Domestics Bleached and Brown Sheeting, 9-4 Width. 59c _ 75c Leatherette Porch Pillows, 59c 35c Japanese Crepe, 25c 59c and 69c Tissue Ginghams, 48c Seamless Sheets, $1.29 So ho outfigurod me. Aud now I am practically ruined. He has not gotten possession o£ my ranch, but that's only a matter of time, pending lawsuit at Santa Fe. At present I have a few hundred cattle running on Stillwell's range, and I am the foreman." "Foreman?" queried Madeline. "1 am simply boss of Stllwell's cowboys, and right glad of my Job." Madeline was conscious of an inward bttrnulng. U required an effort for her to retain her outward tranquility. "Cannot your property bo reclaimed?" she asked. "How much do you owe?" "Ten thousand dollars would clear mo aud give men another start. But Majesty, In Ihls country that's a good deal of money and 1 haven't been able to raiBe It. Stllwell's in worse shape than I am." Madeline went over to Alfred and put her hands on his shoulders. "We must not bo In debt." He stared at her as If her words had rocullod something long forgotten. Then he smiled'. 'UIow imperious you are! I'd tor- gotten Just who my beautiful sister really is. Majesty, you're not going to ask mo to take money from you?" "I am." "Well, I'll not do It. I never did, oven' when I was in college, and then there wasn't much beyond me. "Listen, Alfred," she went on, earnestly, "this Is entirely different. I had only an allowance then. ' You had no way to know that since I laBt wrote you 1 had come Into my inheritance from Aunt Grace. It was— well, that doesn't matter. Only I haven't been able to spend halt the income. It's mine. It's not father's money. You will mako me very happy If you'll consent. What is ten thousand dollars to me? Sometimes I Bprjnd that in a month. I throw mono> away. It you let me help you It will be doing me good as woll as you. Please, Alfred." " "You always were tho boat of follows. Majesty. And If you really care —If you really want to help me I'll be only too glad to accept. It will be fine. Florence will go wild. And that Greaser won't harass me any more. Majesty, pretty soon some titled, fellow will bo spending your money; 1 may as well take a little before be gots It all," be finished, Jokingly. "What do you know about me?" she asked, lightly. "More than you think. Bven If we are lost out hero m tho wooly West we get news. Everybody knows about Augloshury. And that Dago duke who chasod you all over Europe, that Lord Caatleton has the running now and Booms about to win. How about It, Majesty?" ' Madollno detoctod a hint that suggested scorn In his gay spooch. And deep In hla searching glance she saw it flame. Sho bocamo thoughtful. She had forgotten CaBtlotou, New York, society. "Alfred," she began, seriously, "I don't bollovo any titled gentleman will ever spend my mousy, as you elegantly express It." "I-don't care for that, It's you!" ho cried, passionately, and he grusped her with a violence that startlod her. Ho was white; his eyes wore now like tiro. "You are BO splendid—HO wonderful. People culled you tho American lloauly, but you're more than that. You're tho American Girl! Majesty, marry no man unless you lovo him, and lovo an American. Stay away from Europe long enough to learn to know the mon—tho real men of your own country-" "Alfred, I am afraid there are not always real men anil real lovo for American girls ill International marlagiv. Alfred, toll me how you canie to know about me, 'way out hore? You may be assured I was astonished to find that MISB Klngsloy knew mo us Majesty Hammond. "I imagine it was a surprise," he replied, with a laugh. "I told Florence about you—gave her a picture of you. And, of course, being a woman, sho showed the picture and talked. She's in love with you. Thon, my dear sister, we do got New York papers out hero occasionally, and we can see and read. You may not be aware that you and your society friends are objects of Intense interest In tho II- S. In general, and the West In particular. The papers are full of you, and perhaps a lot of things you never did. Majesty, 1 must run down to the siding," consulting his watch. "We're loading a shipment of cattlo. I'll be back by supper time and bring Still-' woll with mo. You'll like him." Madeline went to her room, intending to rest awhile, and she fell asleep. Sho was aroused by Florence's knock and call. "Miss Hammond, your brother has come back with Stlliwoll." Madeline accompanied Florence to the porch. Her brother, who was sitting near the door, Jumped up and said; "Hello, Majesty!" And as ho put his arm around her he turned toward a massive man whoso broad, craggy face began to wrlpple and wrinkle. "I want to introduce my friend Stlliwoll to you. Bill, this la my sister, tho sister I've so often told you about—Majesty." "Wal, wal, Al, this is the proudest meolln' of my life," replied Stlllwell, In a booming voice. Ho extended a huge hand. "Miss—Miss Majesty, sight of you is as welcome as the rain an' tho flowers to an old desert cattleman." Madeline greeted him, and it was nil Rho could do to repress a cry at the way ho crunched her hand in a grasp of iron. He was old, white-haired, weather.boa'tou, with long furrows rat In" with some other nights lately. |„ Ki Cajou. It you're soro on mo send There _ wasn't much dolti'. But I had I mo to Jail. I'll go. It you want to '"' ' hurt A! Hammond, go an 'do It some x hard knock. Yesterday when w started In with a bunch of cattle 1 sent one of my cowboys, Dauny MalnH, along alioad, carryln' money I hod to pay off hands an' my blllss, au' I wanted thet money to get In town before dark. Wal, Denny^ was hold up. 1 don't distrust the lad. There's boon strange Greasers In town lately, an' mebbe they knew about tho money comln. "Wal, when I arrived with tho cattle 1 was some put to It to make ends meet. An' tooday I wasn't In no angelic humor. When I hod my business all done 1 wont around pokin' my nose henh an' there tryin' to get scent ef thet money. An' I happened In at a hull we hev that does duty for Jail an' hospital an' election-post an' what not. Wal, Just thon It was doln' duty as a hospital. Last night was fiesta night -these Greasers hev a fiesta every week or so—an' one Greaser who had been bad -hurt was laylu' in the hall, where ho hod been fotchoil from the station. " "The hall wns full of cowboys, ranchers, Greasers, miners, an' town folks, along with somo -strangers. I was about to get started up this way when Pat Hawo conio In. "Pat, he's the sheriff. He come Into the hall, an' ho was roarln' about things. Ho was goln 'to arrest Danny Mains on sight. Wal, I jest pollte-liko lold Pat thet money was mine an' ho needn't got riled about It. An' If I | wauled to trail the thief I reckon 1 could do It as well as anybody. "Thon bo cooled down a bit an' was askln' questions about the wounded man kind of way. Ilou't take your spite out on us by Insultln' a lady who has come hyar to hov a little visit. We're had enough without buln' lowdown as Greasers.' "It was a long talk for Geno, an' I was as surprised as tho rest of the follerB. It was plain to mo an' others who spoke of It afterward thet Pat Hawo hod forgotten tho law an' tho officer In the man an' his hate. " 'I'm n-goln', an' I'm a-goln' right now !' he shouted. "Stewart seemed kind of chokln', an' ho seemed to hev boen bewildered by the Idoe of Hawo's confronlln' you. "An' finally ho burst out: 'But, man, think who It lal It's Miss Hammond! If you seen her, even 11' you was locnod or drunk, you—you couldn't do It.' "-'Couldn't I? Wal, I'll show you d—n quick. What do I care who she Is? Them swell eastorn women--I've heerd of thorn. Thoy'ro not so much. This 'Hammond woman—' "Suddenly Hawo shut up, an' with his red, mug turnln' green he wont for his gun" Stlliwoll paused In his narrative to get breath, and he wiped his moist hrow.~ And now his face began to loao Us craggitiess. It changed, it. softened. It rippled and wrinkled, and all that »trange mobility focused and shone in a wonderful smile. "An' thon, Miss Mujosty, then there was soniethln' happened. Stewart took Pat's gun away from him and throwod it ou the floor. An' what followed was beautiful. Burn it was the down his choeks and with gray eyes | I'm lookln' for,' said Pat. 'Thero was almost hidden In wrinkles. If he was j somo queer goings-on laBt night thet smiling sho fancied it a most extraordinary smilo. Tho next Instant she realized that it had been a smile, for his face appeared to stop rippling, the light died, and suddenly it was Hko Greaser when Gene Stewart comes in. | beautifulest sight I over seen. Only It Whenever i'at and Genu como logo!her i waa ov< ' r so soon! A little while after, It reminds mo of the early days l>ack' wlle n 'bo doctor came, he hod another patient besldos the wounded Greaser, an' ho said thet this new one would roqulro about four months to be up an' around chourrul-llko again. An' Gene Stewart lied hit tho trail for tho border." (To bo continued tomorrow.) in the 'seventies, lost naturally erybody shut up. For Pat hates Gene, an' I reckon Gene ain't very sweet on Pat. Hello Stewart! You're tho teller rudely chlslod stone. The quality of hardness she had seen In Stewart was immeasurably intensified in this old man's face. "Miss Majesty, It 's plumb humlliatln' to all of us thet we wasn't on hand to meet you," Stlllwell said. "I'm sure afraid It wasa bit unpleasant for you last night at the station. Wal, I'm some glad to tell you' tbot there's no man In these parts except your brother thet I'd as Ilef hev met you as Gono Stewart." "Indeed?" "Yes,.en thet's taktn' Into consideration Geno's weakness, too. I'm alius fond of sayln' of myself that I'm tho last of the old cattlemen. Wal, Stewart's not a native westerner, but he's my pick of the last of tho cowboys. Sure, he'B young, but he's the last of the old stylo the picturesque—an' chivalrous, too, I mako bold to say, Miss Majesty, as woll as the old liard- rldln' kind. Folks are down on Stewart, An' I'm only sayln' a good word for him because ho is down, an' mebbo last night ho might hov scared you, you boln' fresh from tho East." Madeline likod the old fellow for his i mouthed us you are I'll urrobt "hor!' loyalty to the cowboy ho evidently) "Gene Stewart turned white. I for vou know uomethln' about. Danny I Mains robbed—Stlllwell's rnonoy gone Flight Called Off. —your roan horse gone— an' this! st - Joseph, Mo.—Lieut. Russell Greaser gone, too. Now, soeln' thet' Maughan's second attempt to nialto a you was up late an' prowlln' round [ trans-continental flight was called off. the station whore this Greaser was | found, it ain't onreasonablo to third, you might know how he got plugged —Is It?' "Stownrt laughed kind of cold, an' he rollod a cigarette, all the time oycln' Pat, an' then he said It he'd plugged the Greaser lt'd never hov boon slch a 'bunxlin' Job" '1 can arrest you on suspicion, Stowart, but before I go thot far I want somo evldenco. I want to find out what'B liocomo of your boss. You'vo never lent hint since you hod him, an' thoro ain't ouough raUbu-s across the border to steal him from you. It's got a queer look-thet boss beln' gone. You was drunk last night?' ".Stewart never batted an eye. "'Vou mot (.oiuo woman on Numbor Eight, didn't you?' shouled llawo. "-i met a lady,' replied Stewart, quid an' monaclu' llku. " 'You met Al Hammond's slstor, an' you took her tiy to Klugaley's. An' cinch Ibis, my cowboy cavalier, I'm goln' up there an' ask this grand damo somo questions, an' If shu's as cloae- carod for; but as thoro did not hiiuiii anything for hor to say, she remained Ellen t. "Miss Majesty, I reckon, bein' as you're In tho West now, thot you must tuko things as they come, an' mind each thing a little less than the ono bofore. It we old fellers hodn't been thet way we'd never hov lasted. "Last night wasn't particular bad. one <;xpuc!ed to see him Jump likn llghtnlu,' as ho does when ho's rilod sudden. Hut ho was calm an' ho was thlnklu' hard. Presently ho said: " 'Pat, thet'a a fool idee, an' it yon do the trick It'll hurt you all tho red of your life. 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