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SYNOPSIS. ;
Cowboys of the Flying Heart ranch are
.heartbroken over the loss of their much
srised phonograph by the defeat of their
hamplon in a foot-race with the cook of
the Centipede ranch. K house party la
a at the Flying Heart J. Walllnfjford
weed, cheer leader at Tale, and Culver
Covington, Inter-oolleirlate champion run
fcer, are expected. Helen Bloke, Bpeed'l
sweetheart, becomes Interested In tba loss
et the phonograph.
CHAPTER II. Continued.
"The Centipede crowd took their
efeat badly on Frontier Day, and
swore to get even."
"And was Humpy Joe defeated?"
Mked Helen.
"Was he?" Still Bill shook his head
tadly, and sighed for a third time. "It
Jeoked like he was running backward.
Bias."
"But really he was only beaten a
loot It was a wonderful race. I saw
IV said Jean. "It made me think ot
the races at college."
Miss Blake puckered her brows try
tag to think.
"Joseph," she said. "No, I don't
(kink I have seen him."
Stover's lips met grimly. "I don't
reckon you have, miss. Since that
race he has been hard to descry. He
passed from view hurriedly, so to
speak, headed toward the foot-hills,
aad leaping from crag to crag like the
bardy shamrock of the Swiss Alps."
Miss Blake giggled. "What made
aim hurry so?"
"Us!" Stover gazed at her solemn
ly. "We ain't none of us been the
fame since that foot-race. Tou see,
K ain't the financial ' value of that
Kcho Phonograph, nor the 'double
cross' that hurts:, It's the fact that the
x&anglest outfit in the Territory has
trimmed us out of the one thing that
stands for honor and excellence and
telentific attainment,' as the Judge
said when we won it That talking-
machine meant more to us than you
astern folks ' can understand,
reckon."
"If I .were you I would cheer up,
said Miss Blake, kindly, and with
seme Importance. "Miss Chapin has
a college friend coming this week, and
m can win uaca your tropny."
Btover glanced up at Jean quickly.
"Is that right, Miss Chapin?"
"He can If he will," Jean asserted.
"Can he run?"
"He is the intercollegiate champion,1
"And do you reckon he'd run for
as and the Echo Phonograph of New
Tork and Paris, If we framed a race?
!ti an honor 1"
But Miss ' Chapin recalled - her
Brother's caution of the day before,
"I I don't think he would. You see,
a is an amateur he might be out of
training";
"The Idea!" exclaimed Miss Blake,
Indignantly. "If Culver won't run, I
know who will!" She closed her lips
"We've Got Another Foot-Runner."
Irmly, and turned to the foreman.
"Tou tell your friends that we'll see
you get your trophy back."
"Helen, I"
"I mean It!" declared Miss Blake.
Btover bowed loosely. "Thank you,
talss. The very thought of It will cheer
p the gang. Life 'round here is
blacker 'n a spade flush. I think 111
tell Willie." Ha shambled rapidly off
around the house.
"Helen dear, I don't want Culver
to get mixed up In this affair," ex
plained Miss Chapin, as soon as they
were alone. "It's all utterly foolish.
xk doesn't want him to. althac"
"Very well. If Culver doesnt feel
that he can beat that cook running, I
know who will try. Mr. Speed will do
anything I ask. It's a shame the way
those men have been treated."
"But Mr. Speed isn't a sprinter."
"Indeed!" Miss Blake. bridled. "Per
haps Culver Covington Isn't the only
athlete In Yale College. I happen to
know what I'm talking about"
I don't think he will consent when
he learns the truth."
"I assure you," said Miss "lake,
sweetly, "he will be delighted."
CHAPTER III.
T.was still early in the after
noon when Jack Chapin and
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. the other young people to-
Kjfjft gether on the gallery.
r(2r "Here's a telegram from
Speed," began Jack.
"It's terribly funny," said
Mrs. Reap. "That Mexican
brought It to us down at the spring-
house.
Miss Blake lost her bored expres
sion, and sat up In the hammock.
'Mr. Jack Chapin,' " read the owner
of the Flying Heart Ranch. "'Dear
Jack: I couldn't wait for Covington,
so meet with brass-band and fireworks
this afternoon. Have flowers In bloom
in the little park beside the depot, and
see that the daisies nod to me.
Walllngford Speed.' "
"Park, eh?' said Fresno, dryly.
"Telegraph office, water-tank, and a
cattle-chute. Where does this fellow
think he Is?"
"Here's a postcript" added Chapin
" 'I have a valet who does not seem
to enjoy the trip. Divide a kiss among
the girls.' "
"Well, well! He's stingy with his
kisses," observed Berkeley. "Who Is
this humorous, party?"
"He was a Freshman at Yale the
year I graduated," explained Jack.
"Too bad. he never got out of that
class." It was evident that Mr. Speed's
levity made no Impression upon the
Glee, Club tenor. "He hates to talk
about himself, doesn't he?"
"I think he Is very clever," said
Miss Blake, warmly.
"How. well do you know him?"
"Not as well as I'd like to."
Fresno puffed at his little pipe with
out remarking at this.
"Well, who wants to go and . meet
him?" queried Jack. .
"Won't you?" asked his sister.
"I can't I've Just got word from
the Eleven X that I'm wanted. The
foreman Is hurt I 'may not be back
for some time."
"Nigger Mike met me," observed
Fresno, darkly. ,
"Then Nigger Mike for Speed
laughed the cattle-man. "I've told
Carara to hitch up the plntos for me
I must be going."
"Ill see that you are safely started,"
said the young widow; and leaving the
trio on the gallery, they entered the
house.
When they had gone Jean smiled
wisely at Helen. "Roberta's such
thoughtful chaperon," she observed,
wnereupon Miss Blake giggled.
As for Mrs. Keap, she was Inquiring
oi jsck witn genuine solicitude:
"Do you really mean that you may
De gone tor some time?"
"I do. It may be a week; it may be
longer; I can't tell until I get over
tnere.
I m sorry." Mrs. Heap's face show.
ed some disappointment
"So am I." '
"I shall have to look out for these
young people all by myself."
"What a queer little way you have
of talking, as if you were yean and
years old."
"I do feel as if I were. I I well,
I have had an unhappy exceriencn
You know unhappiness builds months
into years.
-wnen Jean got up this house
party." young Chapin began, absently,
"i tnougni i snouia be bored to death,
But I haven't been. You know,
aon i want to go over there?" He
nodded vaguely toward the south.
"I thought perhaps it suited your
convenience." his companion watched
him gravely. "Are you quite sura
that your sister's guests have not-
had something to do with this sudden
determination?"
"I am quite sure. I never liked the
old Flying Heart so much as I do to
day. I never regtetted leaving It so
much as I do at this moment"
"We may be gone before yon re-
tura."
Young Chapin started. "You don't
mean that, really?"
Mrs. Keap nodded her dark head.
"It was all very well for me to chap
eron Helen on the way out from the
east, but it Isn't exactly regular for
me to play that part here with other
young people to look after."
'But you understand, of course-
Jean must have explained to you.
Mother was called away suddenly, and
she can't get back now. You surely
won't leave you can t Chapin add
ed, hopefully: "Why, you would break
up Jean's party. You see, there's no
body around here to take your place."
"But"
"Nonsense! This Is an unconven
tional country. Whats wrong with
you as a chaperon,' anyway? Nobody
out here even knows what a chaperon
Is. And I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Do you really think that would
help?" Roberta's eyes laughed humor
ously. "I'm not thinking of the others, I'm
thinking of myself." declared the
young man, boldly. "I don't want you
to go before I return. You must not!
If you go, I I shall follow you." He
grasped her hand Impulsively.
"Oh!" exclaimed the chaperon.
This makes It een more impossible.
Go! Go!" She pushed him away, her
color surging. "Go to your old Eleven
X Ranch right away."
"But I mean it," he declared, earn
estly. Then, as she retreated farther:
It's no use, I shan't go now until "
"You have known me less than a
week!"
"That Is long enough. Roberta"
Mrs. Keap spoke with honest em
barrassment "Listen! Don't you see
what a situation this is? If Jean and
Helen should ever discover "
"Jean planned it all; even this."
Mrs. Keap stared at him in horrified
silence.
"You do love me, Roberta?" Chapin
undertook to remove the girl's hands
from her face, when a slight cough In
the hall behind caused him to turn
suddenly In time to see Berkeley Fres
no passing the open door.
"There! You see!" Mrs. Keap's face
was tragic. "You see!" She turned
and fled, leaving the master of the
ranch in the middle of the floor, be
wildered, but a bit inclined to be
happy. A moment later the plump
face of Berkeley FreBno appeared cau
tiously around the door-Jamb. He
coughed again gravely.
"I happened to be passing," said he.
"You'll pardon me?"
"This Is the most thickly, settled
spot In New Mexico!" Chapin declared
with an artificial laugh, choking his
indignation. ... . .
Fresno slowly brought his round
body out from concealment. .
"I came in to get a match." -"Why
don't you carry matches?"
Fresno puffed complacently upon his
pipe. "This," he mused, as his host
departed, "eliminates the chaperon.
and that helps some."
Still Bill Stover lost no time In
breaking the news to the boys.
"There's something comln' off," he
advised Willie. "We've got another
foot-runner!"
If he had hoped for an outburst of
rapture on the part of the little gun
man he was disappointed, for Willie
shifted his holster, smiled evilly
FAMOUS OBELISK IN DANGER
Eminent Engineers and Architects
Fear Destruction of One of Rome's
Great . Monuments.
Several well-knowu Ittlian engi
neer and architects, after examina
tions of the famous Obelisk of St Pe
ter, claim that the giant monolith Is
In such a state, as to its supports,
that it may tumble oyer at any time.
This famous monument that Is giv
ing the gentlemen In question so much
anxiety Is of red granite and 132 feet
In height, standing In the center of
the piazza ot St Peter's In Rome, and
is sometimes referred to as the -Obelisk
of the Vatican.
It was brought from Hellopolls to
Rome by the Emperor Caligula be
tween the years 37-41 A. D. and placed
In the Vatican .circus. . During the
pontificate of Slxtus V. this huge
stone, estimated to weigh 600 or more
tons, was moved on rollers from Its
original position and placed on Its
present site.
This great triumph ot mechanical
skill was accomplished under the su
perintendence of Domenlco Fohtana.
The Obelisk of St Peter enjoys the
unique distinction ot being the only
monument of the kind that has never
been overthrown in the many wars
and internal disorders that have tak
en place la the Eternal eity.
What Did It Look Like?
A story Is being told of a gentle
man who was on a motoring tour
when his car broke down near a
I
through his glasses, and inquired, wit
ominous restraint:
"Where Is he?"
Being the one man on the Flylns
Heart who had occasion to wear- a
gun, Willie seldom smiled from a
sense of humor. Here it may be said
that, deceived at first by his scholarly
Appearance, his fellow-laborers had
Jibed at Willie's affectation of a swing
ing holster, but the custom had lan
guished abruptly. When It became
known who he was, the other ranch
hands had volubly declared that this
was a free country, where a man
might exercise a wide discretion In
the choice of personal adornment;
and as for them, they avowed unani
mously that the practloe of packing a
Colts was one which met with their
most cordial approbation. In time
Willie's six-shooter had become ac
cepted as a part of 'the local scenery,
and, like the scenery, no one thought
of remarking upon it least of all those
who best knew his, lack of humor. He
had come to them out of the Nowhere,
some four years previously, and while
he never spoke of himself, and dis
couraged reminiscence in others, It
became known through those vague
uncharted channels by which news
travels on the frontier, that back in
the Texas Panhandle there was a
limping marshal who felt regrets at
mention of his name, and that farther
north were other men who had a su
perstitious dread of undersized cow
men with spectacles.
"This here is a real foot-runner,"
said Stover.
"Exactly," agreed the other. "Where
la he?"
"Hell be here this afternoon. Nig
ger Mike's brlngin' him over from the
railroad. He's a guest"
"Oh!"
"Yep! He's lntercolleglt champeen
of Yale."
"Yale?" repeated the near-sighted
man. "Don't know's I ever been
there. Much of a town?"
"I ain't never traveled east myself.
but Miss Jean and the little yaller
haired girl say he's the fastest man In
the world. I flggered we might rib
up something with the Contlpede."
Still Bill winked sagely.
"See here, do you reckon he'd run?"
"Sure! He's a friend of the boss.
And he'll run on the level too. He
can't be nothin' like Humpy."
"If he Is, I'll git him," said the cow
boy. "Oh, I'll git him sure, guest or
no guest But how about the phono
graph?" "The Centipede will put It up quick
enough; there ain't no sentiment In
that outfit"
"Then It sounds good."
"An" It H work. Gallagher's anxious
to trim us again. Some folks can't
stand prosperity."
Willie spat unerringly at a grass
hopper. "Lord!" said he, "It's toe
good! It don't sound possible."
"Well, It is, and our man will be
here this evenln. Watch out for Nig
ger Mike, and when he drives up let's
give this party a welcome that '11
warm his heart on the Jump. There's
nothin' like a good impression."
"I'll be on the Job," assured Willie.
"But I state right here and now, If we
do get a race there aint a-goln' to be
no chance of our losln' for a second
time."
And Stover went on his way to
spread the tidings.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
small village. It was late In the eve
ning, so he decided to put up for the
night at the only Inn the village pos
sessed. After a rather scrappy svpper he
was shown up to his bedroom, but
soon after the landlord had come
downstairs again bis guest leaned
over the balustrade and called:
"Landlord! Landlord! Do you think
I'm going to clean my own boots?"
"What d'ye mean?'-' grumbled the
landlord.
"What have you put a polishing pad
on my bed for?" demanded the guest
"Polishing pad!" he snapped.
"That's not a polishing pad! That's
the pillow!" Pearson's Weekly.
Neroll.
Essence ot neroll Is obtained from a
species of orange tree grown In Prov
ence. The trees are grown for their
flowers, but are cultivated as are fruit
trees. The flowers are picked by hand
every two days, in April and .May, for
high-priced perfume essence. Full
blown flowers are gathered either In
linen sheets or In palls. The 20
pounds' weight of flowers gathored by
a good workman in one day's work Is
sent to the distillery in bags. About
1,000 pounds of flowers produce two
pounds of essence.
The 1,300 or more producers of
neroll, working In co-operation, har
vest over 3,000,000 pounds of orange
flowers annually. Harper's Weekly.
The Reading.
Whan there's a will, there Is a way,
The proverb says, but take It,
It means these days, when there's a vl
There la a way to break 1L
KITCHEN HATH CHARM
CONTAINS POWERFUL. APPEAL
TO HUMAN NATURE.
Writer Insists That Protest of House
maids' Union Is Misdirected
There Can Be No Better
Place for Courting.
The housemaids of Cleveland, O.,
have formed a union, and they are
greatly excited over the question,
"Shall we or shall we not consent to
receive our gentlemen friends in the
kitchen?"
Good for the Housemaids' union I be
lieve In it. Better hours, better pay,
better sleeping rooms I hope the
housemaids will get all these things.
Why not? '
Butaboutthls kitchen business. Pause
a moment, dear Madame President of
the Housemaids' union. , What Is the
matter with the kitchen? Is there
something disgraceful about it? Pray
tell! And if so, when did Its dis
graceful dishonor begin?
Ugly? A good, wholesome, clean,
bright, cheerful kitchen? Why, to my
mind, it's the prettiest room in the
house, declares Winifred Black in the
New York American. What's ugly about
a shining floor, and clean curtains, and
a bright range, and rows of good cook
ing dishes?
I've seen dozens of stiff little recep
tion rooms, with stiff little gilt chairs
In them, and a stiff, berosled carpet
on the floor, and a stiff gilt mirror on
the solemn walls, ithat weren't half
so pretty as a kitchen to my eyes.
I don't seo anything disgraceful
about a kitchen, unless it is dirty.
Seems to me, if I could cook - well
enough to hold a good place, I'd be
proud of it, not ashamed, and, whis
per, gentle maidens ot the House
maids' union, 1 never noticed any aver
sion to the kitchen on the part of any:
man I ever met
The average woman has to argue
with her husband by day and by night
to keep him from making some ex
cuse to get out into the kitchen.
Don't send your young men away
from the kitchen, gentle Hilda, or
sweet Eileen. Lead him right In and
see how mild and tamable the sight of
that shiny range and those rows ot
delectable spices will make him.
If I had a' young man who was a
little Blow in coming to the point of
talking about the flat I'd never see
him anywhere but in my kitchen, and
I'd wear a good, big, clean, service
able kitchen apron, when I saw him,
too.
Oh, yes, the tube skirts and the
elaborate hair are well enough to
catch his vagrant eye, but when you
want to really enchain him give him
a doughnut of your cooking, or a doz
en cakes or bo with raisins in them,
and watch the caution and the reserve
melt; from his manner like snow In
the spring sunshine.
Ole Isn't all for moonlight picnics
and moving picture shows, Hilda; he
Just acts that way to pleaae you.
What Ole really takes an interest In
Is a good Are on a cool evening, a
comfy seat by it, and something good
to eat By this necromancy shall you
hold him captive, no matter what yellow-haired
siren tries to steal his
heart from you. Exchange.
Trappers Making Money.
Twenty thousand moles in Essex,
England, have been killed in the last
three years, by John Merchant and his
son, Harry, with an ingenious new
trap. During the trapping season
which has Just begun they hope as the
result of Increased contracts with
farmers and landowners nearly to dou
ble this figure. Their agreements ex
tend over five years, payments being
at the rate of 2d and acre for the first
year and lV&d an acre for the subse
quent years. Up to this season they
had had about 10,000 acres to work.
Now they are making arrangements to
double their hunting ground. Mole
skins sell at about $10 a hundred.
Not Much Mystery About It.
"I wondor what Is. the matter with
me?" he said. "I have a feeling rf de
pression, and I can't throw it off, no
matter how I try." "I know what Is
the matter," his wlfa replied. "You
have an engagement with the dentist
at, ten o'clock tomorrow morning, you
know."
Best Preservative for Rubber,
Two Russian scientists have decided
that distilled water is the best pre
servative for rubber that has to be
stored for a long time.
Case Proved.
"Do you bellove that poets are born,
not made?" "Sure! Who'd be so
crazy as to make a poot?" Houston
Post.
Await Verdict of Posterity.
No picture Is hung on the walls of
the Louvre In Paris until ten years aft
er the death of the artist.
Large Pension Roll.
Paris has more than 00,000
retired
pension
employes In Its municipal
roils.