f ! Ttof ttlltf tales f L m A w(fi ilcifsi ii? Fres rom By Annette Angert N'oc Yawk j p i 1 foj X. ! n KM T tho time of tbla tale I was opcratln' u stagecoach between the railroad and it little mlnln ' cHnip called Yellow Creel;, whleh was at the lower cud o' the Catallnns yon dor, and on tho edce o' the doner!. U7 WV CVl(Vu I hard y ever had a full load nf turn. ficngcrs, and on thin particular trip I had but one. Ho climbed up on tho scat with roe. Ifc wan n nihil little fel low, pink of cheek and hluo of cyn; his gray clothln waa One and cut to flf, and bo had one o' them thorn little so-lo-holl college hals ou bin head. He wan mighty quiet until we'd got well away from the railroad, and then ho opens up midden with this: "'Havo you any bad men In thin flec tion?' '"Wo'vn cot one,' nays I, which was tho truth. 'Ills name's Bill Klnic: but wflVo took to callln' him King Hill on account o' his ways. Big man, he is, "with a King of England beard and hrarln'; perfect hot; haa never killed nybody, but haa lots o' holdups to his discredit. And, I odds, 'he's got a notch In the upper part o' each car to provo that he's been shot at pretty hard.' "'A notch In each earl" orl'cc Ihc lioy, oettln' up an straight au a prnlrlo dog. By Henry, tho first crack!" "What's that?' mijs I. "I said, answers Ihc kid, 'words meanln' that I'd found him the first thing.' And a glance at him dhows me that hip blue eyes lo all fire, and that all o' tho pink is goon out o' bin chocks. " 'Might I inquire where you're from, stranger?' I cays. "'N'yawk,' says be. And wheu I looks like I don't exactly get him, he soes on fractious: 'New-w-w Yaurk in that plain enough?' " 'Yes,' I nosweri. 'But ay for tho plainness of the ml. It ain't. I don't somehow connect. Know Bill King?' '"No; but I will.' And with that he takes a little nickel-plated gun from the suitcase at his feet, and transfers it to u bandy coat pocket. When I sem that pistol, I was too tickled to Ittugn honest. Tho boy goes on, with his voice bard: 'How does It cotuo that the officers have never arrested mil King?' "'It's simple,' says I. " 'Woofs simple?' "'They can't catch nlm.' "The hoy turns up bis nose, 'Stuff! Stuff!' eayp he. 'But I'm glad they haven't caught him. I want hlru my ti'lf. And Jot tbls down in your Jlttlc memoranda I'll get blm.' '"Look here,' nays I, 'you take a blamed fool's advice, and forget it I mean forget jour crazy determination to rope lo mil King. Why. you little tadpole, you couldn't wake Bill King IT you wa3 to nnd nlm anlocp!' "The boy turns on mo hot. It seem cl like hln madness was about to obokn him. 'Listen hero,' says he. 'I bad a big brother who came to this country it few years ago to hunt for sold. Ho was u good brother. Ho was the best brother any muu ever bad. This Bill King killed him robbed him. and then killed him! I I've talked t U15 two women bad discovered a nest of berries ond were tilling their pails, when a young farm er observed them from behind a clump of bushes, "TrcepasBors, that's what they arc. I'll teach thorn. "Heh. jou." showing himself to the surprised mother and daughter. "Can't jou read tho slgus around here, they y, 'No Trespassing!'" "But I am not trespassing, thin is my own property." "Yours, Huh! How long bincc? I reckon I know tho boundary lines uf my lands." "Is that so. Joe Now ell. Well. Uncle Si left this placo to mc. I thought I T wag the mobt ador able house Jubt a bit of hi white cot tuge on tho hill hide, bowcrod iu roseo. Tho .roof was a wft green blend lug In with tin. sur rounding scemry. The tiny porch wan shaded liv low trees. The whole fair, little hill pre fcenttd an appearance as charming as any plctura. The bride clasped htr new husband s -'.Tr.v'li. JUl-a-drcjm.Ar a ,-m- If ' I I 111 too much. I sec. But I've got to have a friend hero, and It might as well bo you as anjbody else. I'romlso mo on your word that you'll keep things (o yourself until It's all over, and I'll tell you tho rest.' ".My curloully was well out o' hanks by now. I promised on my word of honor. "'The reason I want to keep it a seeret Is,' he continues, 'because I want to kill Bill King mjsclf. If the fact that I'm after King gels up u stir, the law Is likely to make a now effort tn get King. I've got more against him than the law has. 8co7 Well, hcrc'a the rest. A cowman, a fow months ago, found a skeleton ou ti desert, and close by It n small bottle with a letter In it. The letter was to mo. Tho cowman very kindly put Jt In an envelope and mailed It. Hero's tho loiter, noud It. "'If you can drive mluute,' says I; and ho takes over tbc llnoo In hln pluk-und-wbltc halds. "Tho sheet o' paper was yellow and soiled. But I could make out In n clear, bold hBndwrltln' in pencil this: "'Mr. Robert Solford. '"1141 I'rajther HI., New York. "Dear Brother: "'I am "writing this in the hope ilia Homo merciful soul will find It and mall it to you. I am miles from anj where, and within an hour I'll be gone. A brute of an outlaw robbed me of nil the gold I had found In eight mouths; and when J followed him out Into .ho desert to trj to recover it, he turned upon mo. aud wo had a long tight, lie got mr at last. Through ihc Iuur. Bui ho didn't get mc before I'd notched each ear for him with bullets. I -ell you this because I want tou o know that I went down like .1 Pclfonl nnd like a man. And now, little hroilier. heaven bless von. and aood-bj. "THORNTON SELKOBD.' "'Tho "owniHti burled the Opinion," says the boy, almost sobbln'. ns 1 handed him the faded letter 'ind took tho lines. He goes on: "Tho wn man's name was Lute Ardmorc; he works on the Crossed L Ranch.' "Tho Crofsed L 1s about two hun dred miles to the west of hore,' says I "Til find Ardmorc nnd thank him. before I go hack,' says he. 'You was mistaken In your Idee that Bill King had no blood on hln hands." "'H'h clear,' I nays, 'llet blm. son, If jou can. But let mc offer some good ndvloe you throw awny that little popgun of jouro Into sorao kindly bunch 0' bcrub, and get real, roau slted bun.' "'No.' objects Hobert Selford. 'Yon see, I'vo beeu practicing with this for a month, and I'm used to It. I can hit a dlnncrplato at fifteen yards, every crack." "'Poor boy! jou rau do that," Hays I, 'by tnkln' a good aim tnd holdln' the popgun In both hands. But Bill King.' says 1, 'cun put six bullets Into one bullet hole at fifteen yurdo. without almln' at all.' "'Stuff! Stun"!" csclalmu young Sol ford, not 11 bit convlncd. He takes his little pistol from his coat pocket, and gives It 11 caress such as fnw things but tho firstborn of woman n or know. 'This boy,' sajs he, mighty proud, 'throws IlK bullet sideways, mil they'll put a hole in a imin big nough to hide a dog In.' Hers might make a few dollars plckinn tho berries." The man had beeu scanning her face, which seemed familiar to lilm, and when she spoke his nume. he, too, recogulied her. "Molllo, I've beeu wondering If It might ho you." IK u as then ashamed of his outburst, for ho noticed the shabby clothes of tho pair before him. Aud when be knew It was Molllo, a sweetheart of former dajs, bo was more than ashamed. "You see. Mollic. Aunt .Suiiiiu died last winter and hor will left this prop erty to me. but If the berries can be of any service to you, why jou are welcome." With bead tossed high, Molllu an swered, "Very well, I can HI afford iho expense, but I will have the title ex amined. Until then t will pick the ber ries, and if I And the place In rightful Home An Jubt that darling nook in the hill-aide and what a lovely view It must have! Aud such roses! Oh, Dick, I wonder If It's occupied!" Tho new husband viewed tho pietty place crltlcall1. A gray-hatred woman came to the door, wiping ber floury bands on her clean apron. Her face was pleasant, and her voice and accent refined as she asked: "What can I do for you?" The bride spoke eagerlj, blushing a little ' We ro Interested In that llttlo house on tbo hill. You see. we're well, wf'r li T TiTYiWlifiiiiib&if m Till "Well, in them dajs there wus lu Yellow Creek a saloon und hotel com bined under the hcadlu", 'Tho Dew Drop Inn.' It was run by a fat. bald pale I man named Ulvorsett; aud It had tho faithful patronage of over a hundred miners and cowmen at least, the saloon half did. Hubert Solford got a room lu tho hotel half. After he'd had his supper, he walks into the saloon, which was crowded, as usual. He goes here aud there among the little poker tables, lookln' for a man he don't Und, a man with each car notched. "Of course, ho d rawed itttcntlou. A big minor by tho name o' Shanks Mar tin finally thrown down his poker hand, rises, and lakes the boy by one arm. "'You've give nurso the slip,' says ho; and u big, whoopln' laugh goes up from the other fellows. 'Don't you think you'd better get back home?" "Now, doc. little .Solford begin to tremble and whine? Ho don't, believe mot Ho flicks that little popgun from his coat, and Jabs its nose iisalust Aim tin's ribs, and says with his icetli together: " You can't poke fun at mc il'yo understand, .1011 big berf? Keep quirt! If )ou don't, I'll send jou howlln lo .ho great majority' "Martin watched the hammer o' the popgun. Ho saw that It lacked a good deal o' bclu' at the dangerous point. H knocked the weapon down v fth one hand, and grabbed It with the other. "'Hon,' saja bo, 'you ain't got no jonse; but you Imve got some none. So I'll forgive you. und give your pop gun buck butt first, like 1 gentleman. Thrco siiuiillo. boys, for the Popgun Kid!' "Then and there. In i baptism of noise and powder smoke from n few dozen forty-fives, tho kid gol n name that stuck to him as long as he lived In ihnt corner jf ,ho globe. "Robert Helford got behind a bunch o' cowmen v)io was throwln' dleo on one o' .he roar ,abeR. ind commenced to watch tho door. Kate answered his prajern short off. In walks a big. bearded man with his hroad-brlnimed hat pushed up In front nnd a pair o' the biggest forty-fives on earth nt his hips :ind his right hand rested ready nn (ho butt of his right-hand gun. He keeps hlo eye on the crowd, backs up tO' the bar, and with hlo left hand tosses it llttl" silver "oln across. " 'A bag of lobacco,' he growlu. "Then the Popgun Kid steps from behind tho dice throwers; uud I'vo never seen another such a look ou 11 human's face as I sccu ou the face o' Bill King twhen he seeu Robert Eel ford. Robert Bclford begins io .shoot as fast as lit can work ihc trlgRcr Bang! Baug! Paug! Bang! Bang! Bill Klug, man of steel nerves and ,1 brother to the devil himself for durin', done a thing that almost knocked us down with surprise: he broke out at the door, jumped on hlo hoss. ind burnt up the wind gettln' nway from Yellow Creek! Ills pistol onipty. oung Selford borrowed iwo forty fives from convenient nolsters without Hskln' for 'cm, run to the loor, and stood thero blazln' away until they, too, were empty! "B cry body recovered quick. It wasn't good polio J to Inqulro Into 111 other imiu's affairs in them duys. The miners nnd cowmen simply set the lit tle Knslcrner on the bur 'ind rsivo him And His ly yours, I will refund the money io jou." "Oh. come now, Mollic, don't bo angry with mo, I didn't know it waB j on when I yelled. Where's Joe?" The widow would have left him In Ignorance, but the daughter gave blm the desired information, "Papa's dead." A gleam of hope shot Into the man's oyes: "Where Bre you Muylng?" "Come, Mary, our palls arc ful'. we must get to the barn with them. ' and little Mary was hastened along betorc she could give any answer. Ten years before Joe and Mollis had been sweothcarts. Then Joe Lane, a j oung man from the city, uppeared aud carried Molllo away almost before she knew her own mind. Later she found cause for regret for her hasty mar riage, and little Mary wns the only The woman looked at her a trifle curiously. "Won't you come in?" sho asked. "Tie your horso and sit here on tho corner of the porch where we can ,icc the house," "We're i bridal couple." Ulek suld I'rauklj, "as jou'vo probably guessed, and we're looking for a little home iu the country, from which I can com mute. This little house appeals most strongly to both my wife and myself. It's quite convenient lo the railroad Me cogld buv this horse and buggy which we hired in the village, and Bat ty could drive roe to and from the sta Happiness three big cheers for bavin' thuBundln his gizzard to shool seventeen times at King Hill of the f'atalluas. "A few minutes later Robert Solford. as whlto as u ghost, climbed t'own from Ihc bur aud went off to bed. "That night after I'd hit this liny In my little shackbousc. I says lo myaelf: "BUI King Iiub got 11 conscience yet. Tho only murder he's ever committed Is still on his mind. Ho knowed Thornton Selford was an Kastorner. When he seen Robert Helford, dressed In Eastern clothes, he knowrd an avenger had come. nd ho wan ho upset about It that ho didn't take Into consideration, the fact that the aveng er was a tenderfoot, and Just 11 boy uf that "You'll see how near right I wns In my reasonlu' after I get a little far ther aloug with the talc. "The ne.Nl mornln' whllo I wa.i wa .torln' my stock, Robert comes io mc and says lilec he means It: "'I must have one o' your bosses Mr. Oillahuu.' "'HosscsV says I. foollsh-llke. "'Yes, tays he 'and 11 couple uf them things you carry water In.' "'Canteens.' I explains. "Hut most uf ill you want a real gun.' "'No,' he objects. 'As I've nlrcady told ou. I've practiced with thlM lit tle follow, and I'm used to It: I can hit a dinncr-philc at fifteen yards with It, every crack.' '"The only ovtra hoss I've got,' I says, 'la u calico pony that's so mean he's ilways boon kuowed by ho name 0' Plcu. If you think .vou can ban illo him. he's nt jour disposal. Also the two canteens, and a blamed yood saddle. But when jou start, kid, tell mc goud-bj : because I like you n whole devil of a lot. nnd 1 don't be lieve I'll ovt set eyes on you alive again.' "Stuff! Stuff I" says he. 'Let's havo the boss, caddie, and canteens. '"All right.' says I. 'It's your funeral. Remember, kid, that Bill King nln't likely to run trom jou any more.' "Ho mounted the boss, with water and grub tied to his taddlo, and rode straight toward tho red-hot C'atallnas, with all of Yellow Creek atandlti' In the main street and wutchln' ifter hltn rcgretful-llkc. "'What inado jou let tho little Tool havo them 'loutrcrucnts, Webb?" some body asked mc. "'You go uud usk iho kid!' I snaps. "'No, Bill King won't run from him any more' says Klversctt, as he wipes tho bar with an imaginary rag for Im aginary spilled liquid. "I've always heard as how the Lord sets n special angel to stand guard over foolt. And I'm certainly lu hopes it will turn out to bo so this time.' "That day passed, and another day come ami passed. 1 had made 'ny trips to tho railroad In a deeply trou bled state 0' mind. Just 'js I was un hltchln' on the evcnln' o' the second dnj-, In rides Old Man Oliver, of ihc Oliver Ogdcn Ranch, the Llnktd-O: ho comes straight to me mil dis mounts. "'Web,' sajs he, 'you know that there calico wo sold to you some limn back, the one tho boys called Plzen? ( coine homo a few hours ago, with .1 saddle on him. a bridle, and water and qrub lied to tho. saddle. I'd 'i' brought comfort that sho received from her short married life. When the daugh ter wiib only five years old, Joe Luno answered the call beyond this world, and Mollic and Mary took up a strug gling existence. They louud the road one of many hardships, and when Mol He's uncle died they thought that lack ing berries In tho beautiful couutrj might benefit tho health of them both. So tho berry reason found her lu tho fields. Joe Newell had lu nil the ten jeara past never forgotten the awectheart of his former days, and to her memorj ho clung. H was no wonder that ho fail ed to recognize Molllo In the berry field, for although her beauty was not entirely gone, time had wrought many changes In her. He hoped that now lhat she was again free that he might offer bis heart nnd hand to her, and anything about it." "I certainly do." said their Hostess. "As it huppens, I'm the igent for that house. It was put In my core." "Then It in unoccupied!" ;rh'd Bel ly, cagerlj. "Yes, it's unocciiplud," the other ad mittcd. But-' then, suddeuly, "Did ho say your namo was Betty?" "Why, jes," said tho bride in aston ishment "Would jou inlnd-I know it seems u strange thing to nsk It's a mere fancy, but would you mind telling mo your maiden name?" "Why. no," said Betty "It was jj him alons with me, but ho was a little lame from n dog hole.' " "We'd better hunt him up, I guosi.' sajs Oliver. 'I'll start nil the cowmen I can spare In tbc mornln'.' "'And I'll utilize my filur stage bosses In tho same way.' sajs I. 'whether the blasted old stagecoach runs tomorrow or not. I can 'usy find thrco good rldcrB among the mluors here.' "Well, the two pintles spent iho next four days In huntln over lhat barren, rod-hot cotintrj- lookln' for iho boy. We didn't find oven a sign or him. I was fully convinced that ho had ndried ono nioro bleachln' skele ton to the desi'il. Wc rodo back with out tulkln' any." "When mc nnd my throe men rodo Into Yellow Creek, wc uecn Klvcrsott hurryln' to meet us. "'The boy's back!' he yells, scotnln' as glad us If Helford had been his own son. 'Bill King brought him In n few hours ago. Both of 'nn wus mighty near dead tho kid wus. nnyhow. Tho kid owes Klug his life, now, and T reckon it'll settle the account betwixt 'em, whatcve It Is.' "I went up to Iho boy'a room, al though 1 wus so dog tired that I could liardlj walk. Robert waa lyln' flat o' his back, starln' toward tho roof, rtlth his sunbllstcred fltigcrs laced together across his chest. Ho didn't scorn ,o know that I wus anj where near him until I stood over him nnd wan spenk ln' lo him. "'Do jou know who brought you in. sou?' says I. "'Do you think I nln't got no ejea?' ho clips. '"Did I mention jour blasted eyes?' 1 snaps, for he'd riled inc. '"Do jou think I'll lot ;hat atuud be tween mc and getting square for poor old Thornton's aakeV nays ho. And his blue tycn was shootlu' tiro nt mine. "'Don't you think you'd reoly ought to consider that Bill Klug saved jour life?' I iiayg. "'Do you think I ought. Mr. "'nlla ban?' He seemed now h tnlte &orry that he'd been so shortbuoken with mo a mluute before. "I sure do,' says I. 'Ho let jou shool it lilm seventeen times, without nrln buck; aud at otic uhot bo could n' fixed you easy! Ho found you half dead, aud brought jou In at the risk or his owu liberty. He could 'a' let yon go on and die out there lu that red hot haden, and had ono enemy less. And death for lack 0' water In uomo death, kid, believe mc!' "'It reely roust be bad to die llko. that,' says he, musin'; and I thought I had Impressed hltn with my plea for future peace. Ho goes on, still mus in': 'I'll sec if I can't arrange It.' "Er, how's that?' I snys, bcndln' closer to hltn. "'Ycf,' says he. 'I'll catch him atlcop, knock him senseless, tlo him up good and hard, und let him die with water before his very eyes. Ilccatisn ho killed my brother Thornton.' '"ood-by. kid,' sajs I. 'I'm j,oln" now, and I don't hopo to tee you again. Bill King won't fool with you any more, kid.' "Ho smiles as he shakos liandj with me, und mutters, 'You're a bloomln' old woman!' "When I went out to wider and By that 3he would accept them, Mollic. too, had for years held tho face of Joe Newell close to her heart, and almost hoped that when visiting the old home town sho might find him unmarried. But when ho had yelled at her In bucIi a 'rough manner she resolved to go ber wuy alone. Ills name had slipped out unconsciously and she wished that she had restrained herself. Morulng found Joe Newell at the of Qco of Lawyer Cromble with his pa pers. The old lawyer hemmed and hawed over the papers, then said be would "sec about It." Later in the morning Molllo snatch ed a few moments from her bi-rry picking and visited Cromble. He again vowed to "sec about It." Among .loo's papers. Cromblo found an old and faded sheet which read: "I, -trange, how verj -what was jour mother's name, chlldV "It was the same as mineBetty." "Aud your father's quick, child, yourathcr's?" did not want to go, but ho was blind "John," said Betty proudly, for it was a well-known name. "But they are both dead." Aud her lips quivered. But tho woman had gathered her in to her arms and was weeping passion ately whllo Dick leaned forward in amazement, "Betty Lathrop," she 6obbed "Bet ty Lathrop's daughter Ob, it is too good too good to bo true." """ m-vln. feed my four stage horses tho next niornlu', I found that otic of 'em whs gone. Also my saddle. Also two can teens und u lot 0' grub from the hotel was mlssln'. And when Klvcrsrit knocked at the. Popgun Kid's door, ir got no response "This Is what happened to Robert Helford the Easterner, as related 10 mc aftcrwnrd: "He rode straight for the Catnl-uas boln' guided by their peaks, which loomed up ga'nt and black In Hie dim starlight. Hln rashness was all wme now, nnd in its place had conn the cunnln' shrewdness of a red man. daylight found him hldln' his hoss in a big gully filled with gonsowood and mosquito. Thcu ho crawlod out 0' the gtillj-, and began to steal up a ridge that afforded a Ano view of the rollln' country nnd one sldo of the Catullnas. When he bad reached the top 0 the rldgo, ho hid himself In u nest 0' bowlders, and begun to watch ill points 0' the compiiHS for a luno man on a libss. "Ho lost himself lu the night a rlo.eu times. The clumps o' desort scrub ind the big bowlders, iho ridges and the hollows, tangled htm up bad. It wasn't until midnight that ho eiuiio In higlu of a little pile o' live coals, the rein nanls of a cookln' fire, which laid (n front of it little hangout, under 111 overhungln" lodge o' rock. Ho milled with his teeth shut, and his right hand tightened Its grip on .lie popgun, lb' kuowed that ho had found Bill King. "He crept on his bands 'ind knees as slow an a suall, but without maklu' the least bit o' noise, to w hero 1I11 hud man laid asleep. Bill was on his side, w Ith his head on his saddle and his hai over his faec. A big gun laid baud) on the ground close bj, and another blp gun was In tho holster lhat whs turned up. The boy confiscated both o' these weapons, and with one of ni struck Bill ou tho forehead ind laid him out for a while. "'Now. by Hour?!' ho lubllatrp. bis eyes on on car with a notch In It. "Now. by Henry!' "Bill King's suddlc.cluchee. of course, wns made out o' short ropes, With theso short ropes tho boy bound the bad roan's wrists behind lilm, und he also bound his ankles together. Ho paid 'special attention to the knots, and the result was that uo man ou earth could 'a' got out of 'em unbclp id. He throwed a llttlo fresh wood on the live coals, and soon bad u llttlo blaze. Then he takes up one o' tho demijohns, and dashed a bit o' water on tho outlaw's face. "It worked. Hill King come around with a lot of hoarse gaspln', and set up with a good deal 0' difficulty. He winked the blood out o' his cvcb, teen the boy, and remembered, '"Well, you've got me nt lant. kid,' be says, und laughs low, "'I suro havo,' replied Robert ftel ford mighty haughty. 'And I'm ourc goln' to fix you, too.' " And I s'poso you'll burn mo at the stake, in true Big Injun otyle, won't you?" says Bill King. "'No manner o' death is qulto bud enough for a man who could bring himself so lowdown as to take the llfo of 11 fellow llko my brother. Thornton Helford!' exclaims the llttlo Eastern er. And his bluo eyes was hard and plercln', Walt Gregg Susan Adams, do give my rights in the Blueberry Tatch to Silas Munioe." And among Molllo's papers ho found a paper of tho samo date which read: "I Sllou Muuroe. do give my rlBlits (he Blueberry Patch to Sussn Adams." A further perusal of iho county deeds showed that formerly Silas and Susan had owned tho patch in oucs tlou In a Joint deed, but ou considera tion of their marrlugo each bad un knowingly transferred their title to each other. Then they had not mar ried aud lived out their days lu elngln blessedness. At their deaths they hud bequeathed their rights in tho ratch to their nearest heir, tblukiug that tho old papers were of no value because of their failure to marr) "Well, they both owned It." the law yer scrutched his head, "and they both By Joe Busche plo. "My dears, forgive roe. but It ia so sudden. Listen, while I tell you all. She took Betty's hand In hers, and made her yield. She left the W; "Llttlo bride, you will bo happy. think, when I iell you ihls. Years ago. when I had not lived hero long. young man brought-hls bride to this little cottage. They lived here for 'i brief year or two and were so happy so happj-. They made the cottage what It lo The little bride trained the climbing rose and cared for the other dowers. She loved It eo, and I loved her. Then the young .man became CSftj ""uth. before I i?J "Sth0riD,Z" nun n' 11.. j 111 h "ou're mi.-,.." "I H!8hl Iht ? ' I'liatic-IIKc, l"s Once more Bill r,. JS5 II"'" Khoncl u.?.11 NtHiidln' out mL? li" 1 said It. '''How much tKv,L Ijlilr a. I.. .1 . .."IT Itobcrl Ftlbrii,, the question. twJ?.' jwrrj: -Ahrthig " -JMt 1 twnt 1 iii """""Wii ; urj niitit,, .011 when jou jo h"i. iciiitsiaii(T ui rouric ml cj.1 lllltl filinlil I. f. " l UI" "'Not much!' tftu " 'When jou Ihmj hi jou, lajitiiam UllloflhcCitiUuV "Itobort turn v, h uettlcs hlmitlfhtlip Ul SIODt. "'Kid. I hivrtii'm. cc. I used tolivtkib om here to but tag! ewer to the cill ! couldn't findtniKJSpa alive, ami Itttltipa mil 1 MMlrcaWi when I tried to rlnlfj done Vint too fir. I- " Oil that oifwil 'our hrratb! Tnttirl h mr&thlci bjr is;tqS Kineci moroiou ,i got 10 nr for it "Bill Klot'njiir.1 their blood; trcuaa mile, and totiortt "'Then idtdMst: outlaw that I'd f)4 way. The only iv)i wns afraid n; pk;W Jlncl It out .indbedSfia '"I said cut tat ft 1 boy. DuttheWtus! continued: 'Sol rlifticii u-..i 1 UPilta'tJ .MMi it'll I'l'Vldll found by scoctt cone aowa " A ,MliiMli tX 1 notch out el ' cars before 01 n"; ...l.l. a,,I ,l tum means of bulltti tea i,., intuit! Li'jlie 1 . a maw ndn: any i"v uv -- with a beard, vears neiwun- 'Thornton, bf 5 cau't be! Ob,ltf "But it w; back to New YofiW man we had tiMjJ CalallpafoW,r" him." D hidrlMtttV how it'll eow fl the wWBrtdJa future IIvm-.., joevlsieoi'ly,! inc. and niucb alone. "It :;t'l had finished e 7.0, ,' ;,. tallelie, "Collie. I "?''1 cause I Iff J". tu be o' wai"" .'.'.. it Inside -ji. smiie U'... i". little hou .V'ull KlS .""" nt wuwfta ! 4 1 iwMnnmigm S -. TSHKflaaaaa