THE SUNDAY FICTION MAGAZINE, MAY 7, 1916.
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tpld 'em maybe you was savin'
torture."
Ilan.ne took off hits coat.
"I've got a hard Job before me. Buck, I
reckon, but it has to be done. I've got to
HIGHER ABDICATION'
mum
brie! camp. The ranchman had no fine a saddle. Others wre getting out their with this bunch of guys. They're all U
him for theories to work out-perhaps, his whole six-shooters. . the merry-merry"
- stock of pedagogy- embraced only a knowl- "Boys," said Ranse, Tm much obliged. At' the Cibolo ranchhouse they dls-
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heredit aau a oenei in i was hoping you would. But I didnt like mounted. Ranse bade Curly wait at the
' y' to ask-" door of the livine-room. fl wikwi in.
The cowpunchers saw that their boss Half a dozen six-shooters beean to non side, oirt t,mii
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That's was trying to make a man out of tfie -awful yells rent the air-Long Collins at a table.
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strange animal that he had sent among galloped wildlx across Curlv'a bd. lira
them; and they tacitly organized them- ging the saddle after him. That was mere- Ranse.
The old man turned
Quickly.
"Good morning, Mr. Truesdell," said
bis white bead
"How ft this?" ho began, "Why do
make a, man out f that thine
what I've come to camp for.'?
, He went up to Quriy.
Brother, he said, don t you think If selves into a faculty of assistants. But ly their way of gently awaking their ric
rou had a bath it would allow you to take their system was their own. tinC-Then they hazed him for an hour
eat in the company of your fellow man Curly's first lesson stuck. He became carefully and ridiculous rtr
With less injustice to the atmosphere?" on friendly and then en Intimate term- of oow ,mn m.n., '
OTT'' ? Urly "ar" T- A"d ihS thine that t6St they held him etcbed a roll of When he looked at Ranse's face he
tS'JTZ hTig "Sf t h !dSht Ran8 ITf "'8UbJeCt" WanketS P. the hand that held hTnewt
when he feels hke having his tub. held his ground at each successive higher pair of leather leggings. paper trembled slightly
etep' But sttps were sometime3 And all this meant that Curly had won "Boy," he said slowly, "how did you
The charco, or water hole, was twelve aprt' . hla spurs, that he was receiving the find it out?"
yards away. Ranse took one of Curly's ?C.6 Bl at tbe quart bott,e of puncher's accolade. Nevermore would "It's all right," said Ranse, with a
; ankles and dragged iiim like & sack of po- y epl 8acrealy m the Brub tent r they be polite to him. But he would be smile. "I made Tia Juana tell me. It was
Bpeal sixteen nours tneir "partner" and stirrup-brother, foot land of bv accident, but it', mi -fp,t
tatoes to the brink. Then with the strength
And sleight of a hammer-thrower he
hurled the offending' member of society far
Into the lake.
e "' Curly crawled oat and up the bank
spluttering like a porpoise.
Ranse met him with a piece of soap and
a coarse towel in his hands.
"Go to the other: end of the lake and
nse this," he said. "Buck will give you
some dry clothes at the wagon."
The tramp obeyed without protest. By
the time supper was ready he had returned
to camp. He was hardly to be recognized
In his new blue shirt and brown ducking
clothes. Ranse observed him out of the
corner of his eye
"Lordy.'I hope he ain't a coward," he
was saying to himself. "I hope he won't
torn out to be a coward."
His doubts were soon allayed. Curly
walked straight to where he stood. His
light blue eyes were blazing.
ijl "Now, I'm clean," he said meaningly.
"Maybe youTl talk to me. Think you've
on the grass, magnificently drunk
when he staggered to his feet his
move was to find his soap and towel and
start for the charco. And once, when a
treat came from-the ranch in the form of
a basket of fresh tomatoes and young
onions. Curly devoured the entire consign
ment before the punchers reached the
camp at supper time
But to "foot.
first
"You've been like a son to me," said old
Kfowa."
When "the fooling was ended all hands "Tia Juana t0ld me about "'"
.j Ranse. "She told me how vou nrinntml m
when I was knee-high to a puddle duck
out of a wagon train of prospectors that
was bound West. And she told me how the
kid your kid, you know got lost or was
run away with. And she said it was the
made a raid on Joe's big coffee pot by the
fire for a Java nightcap. Ranse watched
the new knight carefully to see If he un
derstood and was worthy. Curly limped
with his cup of coffee to a log and sat upon
..lr ow a,. For thre. d.y. th.v did '' B"Ck Ri"b W'nt "' ' bnd d i.f, .h. -
other. Curly grinned.
And then Ranse furnished Curly with
their own way. For three days they did
not speak to him, except to reply to his
own, questions or remarks. And they
spoke with absolute and unfailing polite
ness. They played tricks on one another;
they pounded one another hurtfully and
affectionately i thev ha a t, 1 ree weeKS
v' v j , . . . ranch into Rabb's camp, which was then in
bender and left the ranch.
"Our boy strayed from the house when
n was a years oia." said th old mn
mounts and saddle and equipment, and T TV ' m
turned him ovrx t RMc phh ttl 'And then a,11 came thesG emigrant
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him to finish tbe job.
Three weeks later Ranse rode from the
other's heads friendly curses and obloquy
but-they were polite to Curly. He saw it,
and it stung him as much as Ranse hoped
it would.
There came a night that brought a
cold, wet norther. Wilson, the youngest
of the outfit, had laid in camp two days,
got a picnic here, do you? Tou clodhop- 111 with a 'over. When Joe got up at day.
pers think you can run over a man bo- Ifeht to begin breakfast he found Curly
cause you know he can't get away. All sitting asleep against a wheel of the grub
right Now, whaj do you think of that?" w&on with only a saddle blanket around
Snake Valley. The boys were saddling for
the day's ride. He sought out Long Col
lins among them.
"How about that bronco?" he asked.
Long Collins grinned.
"Reach out your hand, Ranse Trues-
aeu, he said, "and you'll touch him. And
wagons with a youngster they didn't
want; and we took you. I never intended
you to know, Ranse. We never heard of
our boy again."
"He's right outside, unless I'm mighty
mistaken," said Ranse, opening the door
and beckoning
Curly walked in.
No one could have doubted. The old
you can shake his'n, too, if you like, for man aim the young had the same sweep of
piumo wmie, ana mere s none better nair, tne same nose, chin, line of face,
in no camp
;V Curly planted a stinging slap against hlm. while Curly's blankets were stretched K113 looked again at the clear-faced,
Ranse's left cheek. The print of his hand over Wilson to protect him from the rain bronze1' Bmi,ln8r cow-puncher who stood at
Ranse's left cheek. The print of his band
Stood out a duIP red against the tan.
' Ranse smiled happily.
' The cowpunchers talk to this day of the
battle that followed
and wind.
Three nights after that Curly rolled
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mmseii m nis Dianxet n.nrf wmt tn otoon "in .i.i, . .
"6" ajwri, a.iu juny neartiiy.
isomewnere in nis restless tour of the ula otner puncners rose up softly "But I want to come back again. Say,
tellies Curly had acquired the art of self- and began to make preparationa Ranse pal, this is a dandy farm. And I don't
defense. The ranchman was equipped saw Lonff Collins Ue a rope to the horn of want any better fun than hustiin' cows
only with the splendid strength and equl-
THE FOOL
and prominent light blue eyes.
Old "Kiowa" rose eagerly.
Curly .looked about the room curiously.
Collins side. Could that be Curly? He A puzzled expression came over his face.
held out his hand, and Curly grasped It
with the muscles of a bronco-buster.
"I want you at the ranch,
"All right, sport,
Hbrium of perfect health and the endur
ance conferred by decent living. The two
attributes nearly matched. There were
no formal rounds. At last the fiber of the
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. -. hi; ui iuo m- -v , v a cuttucu io gei over to the
Clean liver prevailed. The last time Curly wltn m to stake Mary and not let her stand and see her until nearly S o'clock
Want Annm frnm nna nf tVi MnnKmn know Who Was doin' it. Said ha ha&A tn n v T a . . . . .
. w lucu i tui tturuaa ana toia ner about
see her have to work like this. Kearney.
"I thought if I told her about it it might .. on-re lucky you dldnt .
S " , L S 80 1 aqUealed' to!d her' -1 y Picked him rTght
believe me! Sometime! She just about after alL' B '
took his head off. Said he'd Insulted her.
He pointed to the wall opposite.
Where's the tick-tock?" he asked, ab-
said Ranse. sent-mindedly.
"The clock," cried old "Kiowa" loudly.
"The eight-day clock used to stand there.
Why "
He turned to Ranse, but Ranse was not
there.
Already a hundred yards away Vaml
nos, the good flea-bitten dun, was bearing
didn't get a chance to get over to the , T " lnroug:n aUBl
stand J,!!: . 1Dd chaparral toward th. Rancho da los
went down from one of the ranchman's
awkward but powerful blows he remained
on the grass, but looking up with an un
ouenched eye.
Ranse went to the water barrel and
wunw mo rwj irura a. cut on nis cmn in -
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the stream from the faucet. On his face 911 inat Iwlsl1 somebody d lnsul
was a m-in of satisfaction. WaU tuI 1 toU 7"-
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JOHN! Johnl"
The lady nudged her sleenine hu.
"An' you know what she did? Raw
the limit! She begun to bawl like a good band urgently in the ribs.
i.tt. . , "" a ner nax an" coat an'
He kept on hanging around until v.i, .
ami Auu u Ki w ii iiiiiii vi n n vi-amrvi w
and moralists if they could know the de- about wk8 blew out of BtanL Can you beat u?
- - t nwn nun vrAnv leant 114 & 11 m -
taus 01 the curricujum or reclamation ,Jal, uroiuer or came back."
ui : . -r-. . . , , - , his in New York. TTa tnM mo v a
uurougn wnicn imase: put nis wan auring 6"- "Didn't
the month that he spent in the San Ga- ln m over to Europe, and from there h
e. mavbe take a. trln
;r HEADACHES
'headaches every day, other thousands have
headaches every week or every month, and still
nocri oire ncwjwnti ticcasionauy, out not at
-eiralar intervals. The best Doctor is often tm-
ibie to find the cause ol many of these head
iches, and in most other cases, knowing the
anse, he does not know what will remove it, so
is to rive a DcrnutDl cure, '"fill he ran An i n
prescribe the ijsual pain relievers, which give
(temporary relief, but the headache returns as
(usual, and treatment is again necessary. If you
(suffer from headaches, no matter what their na
ture, take anti-kamnia tablets, and the results
hriU be satisfactory in the highest degree. You can
Obtain them at all druggists in any quantity, 10c
iworth. 25c worth or more. Ask for A-K Tablets.
, : SICK-HEADACHES
I Sick -headache, the most. miserable of all sick-
aken. When yott feel an attack coming on takej
r - J uc aiiacK will
?je warded off. During an attack, take one A-K
rH'T!MT two ' The rest and comfort
mbicb follow can be obtained in no other way
maybe take a trip around the world; but
about a week ago he showed up here
again.
"Mary was off shift when he came fn,
but he came over an' talked with me.
And what do you know about him? He'd
gope an lost his roll. On the level. The
whole wad! Can you beat it?
"His brother was one o' them stock
"Whaaelt?" he replied drowsily.
"There's a burglar in the house!"
John roused himself at that
"Well, what do von want m tn Anl" w
"Didn't come back?" I echoed. "Why, asked Indignantly. "Want me to go down-
M AtAiril .find rialr Ka r v MllAf
"I got a letter from her from Prince
Rupert a few days later, Edna explained
gloomily. They got off the hoat and got
married there. What do you know about
that? Say, listen! If she wouldn't have
anything to do with him when he had it,
what "did she want to go an' He ain't
got nothin'1 left, I tell you.
"They're going up there an live on
Kearney a hole where he could put in his anA ...
eiuAnn i , . juu u : vau you 1 Ana
32 3 had -chanc6 to -me!
! 27n Z , SOln' that fellow from P-tland! Ill hare to
up into Alaska to start over again. cara ot He
" Tm going up on the City of Seattle candy last night and left it all Come
tonighV he told me. 'Just, say "So-long if in again, will you? And I'll tell you
to the little girt for me, woift your about Why. hello, Mr. Martin! How
"I tried to get him to stick round and are you tonight? tmi xxri-,,
see her. but he wouldn't stand for it, and it be? Two flops, horses?"
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stairs and risk being killed?"
"No," replied his wife warningly, "but
4f you find, in the moaning, that some one
has been through your pockets don't
blame meP'
To CUnlm TJonoy
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