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MRS. WILHELMY
SAVED BY FRIEND
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One mustn’t tell Willie, but most of
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World News.
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Judith of Blue Lake Ranch
By JACKSON GREGORY
Copyright by Charles Scribner's Scn»
ipson’s Byewater.
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INFLAMED EYES
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CHAPTER XVII—Continued
—19—
Trevors was upon him again, but
Lee 'slipped aside, even rolled over,
managed to get to his feet. Again
Trevors bore down upon him, a new
leaping fire in his eyes. - Again, though
barely in time, Bud Lee slipped away
from him. He drew Trevors’ harsh
laugh after him and Trevors’ questing,
eager fists. Lee put up his arm, his
right arm, guarding his face, and drew
away, back and back. Carson was
almost whimpering, calling whining-
iy:
‘‘Stand up to him, Bud ! Oh, go get
him, Buddie!”
Still up and down the room they
went, Trevors rushing at Lee, Lee
taking what blows he must, striking
out but little seeking now only to pull
himself together, to get his head clear
of daze and dizziness.
“Run away, will you?” panted Trev-
ors. “I’ve got you, d—n you. Got
you right.”
Lee didn’t answer. He was think-
ing dully that Bayne Trevors was
near telling the. truth, that Bud Lee
was almost beaten—almost. That was
was as far as a gentleman ever went
-just to that desperate “almost
beaten.” Not quite. No! not quite.
Never that.
Both men were nearly spent; Car-
son saw that while he cursed softly
in his corner; Melvin saw it and
watched for the end, wondering just
how it would come. Trevors should
swing for the point of the jaw, put all
that was in him into a final, smashing
blow, beat through an insufficient
guard, do it now, quickly. For both
Carson and Melvin.saw another thing,
a thing which both had sensed at the
outset: Bud Lee was harder than
Bayne Trevors. Lee, slipping away
at every step was getting something
back which had nearly gone from
him; Trevors was breathing in noisy
jerks; save for the vital fact that he
now had two hands to Bud Lee’s one,
Trevors was showing -more signs of
weariness than Lee. ‘
“Bud’ll get him—somehow,” whis-
pered Carson. “Good -old Bud. Some-
how.”
What Carson and Melvin sensed
Trevors knew. He saw that Lee was
having less trouble in eluding him
now, that Lee’s feet were quicker,
lighter than his, that Lee was begin-
ning to strike back viciously at him,
and when the blow landed, Trevors’
big body rocked, shot through with
pain. There came to him the thought
which was Melvin’s, but it came in
Trevors’ way: Now, quickly, before
Lee was ready for it, must come the
end. So, for the third time that day
Bayne Trevors, with much at stake,
resorted to “what weapons God gave
him, what weapons he could lay his
mind to, his eyes to, his hands to”
—his feet to. Resorting to the old
trick which came up from South
American ports in disreputable wind-
jammers which is known to the San
Francisco waterfront, he raised a
heavy foot, striking for Lee’s stomach,
seeking with one low, horrible blow
to double up his already handicapped
antagonist In writhing pain on the
floor.
“An’ I gave my word 1” bellowed
Carson, the sweat on his own tor-
tured brow. “Oh, my Gawd.”
But just that one brief Instant too
late did Bayne Trevors lift his foot.
For Bud Lee had expected this, never
had forgotten it, had prayed within
his soul that the man he fought
would use it. Just by that fraction
of time which has no name was he
quicker than Trevors, and he knew
it Now, as he read the sinister pur-
pose in Trevors’ glaring eyes, as he
glimpsed the raised boot as it left the
floor, he lowered his own head, averted
It ever so little, stooped—and his hand
closed like locked iron about the calf
of Trevors’ leg. A stifled cry from
the bulkier man, a little grunt of effort
from Lee, Lee straining, heaving
mightily, and Trevors went back, top-
pled, fought for his slipping balance,
and fell. As he went down Lee was
upon him, Lee’s arm about his neck,
Lee’s weight flung upon him, Lee
holding his body between a powerful
pair of knees which rode him as they
rode dally some struggling Blue Lake
colt.
Now Bud’s left arm, defying the
agony of a broken hand, was around
him, Lee’s legs were about the fran-
tically fighting body, and at last Lee’s
right hand went its sure way to the
thick, bared, pulsing throat. Trevors’
right arm was caught at his side, held
there by the body upon his. His left
hand beat at Lee’s face, struck and
battered again only to come back like
a steam-driven piston to hammer
ngain. But Bud Lee’s pain-racked
body clung on, his thumb and fingers
sank and sank deeper Into the corded
muscles of the heaving thrpat, crooked
like talons, white and hard and re-
lentless.
Trevors’ eyes were terrible, filled
with hatred, red-flecked with rage. He
Bought, with a great sudden heave, to
roll over. But he could not shake off
the legs which were like stubborn
tentacles about him, could not free his
throat of the tensing clutch. He tore
•t the wrist, smote again at Lee’s
head, sat his own hand to Lee’s throat.
In an Instant his hand was back at the
hand worrying him, but he was un-
able to drag It away.
His face went white, flamed red,
grew purplish. His eyes bulged up
at Lee^s, his deep chest contracted
spasmodically. Lee, summoning all of
the force within him, drove thumb and
fingers deeper.
“Got enough?” he panted.
For the last time Trevors -strained
with him and they rolled like death-
locked mountain-lions. But still Lee’s
left arm was about Trevors’ neck, his
legs about the tossing body, his hand
at Trevors’ throat. Trevors’ breath
caught, failed him. . . .
Then and then only did a new look
come into the bulging eyes. A look
of more than fear, or utter, desperate
terror. Trevors threw up his hand
weakly, then let it fall so that it
struck the floor heavily, a dead
weight.
Lee’s grip at the strangling throat
relaxed. But he did not move his
hand.
“Got enough?” he panted again.
The answer came brokenly, weakly,
almost inarticulate. But it did come
and the men drawn close heard it:
“Yes.”
“You’ll get out of the country?”
“Yes.”
Bud Lee drew back and rose, going
to the doo.r swiftly. He stooped for
his hat and passed out. And as Bayne
Trevors got unsteadily to his feet and
“Got Enough?” He Panted.
sank slumping into the chair offered
him, two big tears formed in his eyes
and rolled down his cheeks. The first
tears in many a year, the tears of a
strong man broken for the first time
in his life.
“Sand did It!” grunted Melvin.
“Just sand, Carson.”
“I’ll stick aroun’ an’ see he moves
on, Bud,” Carson followed Lee to say.
“Oh, he’ll go. But I’ll just tell him
how the boys Is headed this way by
now an’ it’s tar an’ feathers for him
if he don’t mosey right along. That’s
something he couldn’t stand right
now. An’, Bud—”
He put out his hands and locked
Lee’s In a grip that made the sore
fingers wince. Then, swinging upon
the heel of his boot, he went back to
collect a hundred dollars from Melvin
and help Bayne Trevors shape his
plans.
But Bud Lee did not wait. He was
on his horse, swaying a little, an arm
caught in a rude sling, glad to be
out in the late sunlight.
“Fog along, little horse,” he was
saying dully. “Fog right along. She’s
waiting, little horse. Judith is wait-
ing! Think of that. That’s right—
fog right along.”
CHAPTER XVIII
Yesr Judith Was Waiting
At the old cabin above the lake Bud
Lee dismounted. His hand iiYitS rude
sling was paining him terribly, de-
manding some sort of first-aid treat-
ment. Tomorrow he could take It to
a doctor; perhaps in an hour or so
he could get Tripp to look to It; just
now he must do what he could for
It himself with hot water and strips
torn from an old shirt.
Night had descended, serene with
stars. He wondered if the boys were
back yet from the lumber-camp. He
had met them, as Carson had pre-
dicted he would, riding in a close-
packed, silent, ominous body. He felt
assured that they would find no work
for them to do at the company’s of-
fice, that Carson was right and Trev-
ors would “be on his way.” But he
stopped at the bunk-house.
No, the boys hadn’t come In yet.
But there was a message for Lee, just
received by the _cook. It was from
Greene, the foresTer, brief and to the
point:
Greene had lost no time In finding
the sheriff of the adjoining county
at White Roek and in going with him
to the cave. They had found Quin-
nlon. lie was dead, the manner of
his death clearly indicated. For he
lay at the foot of the cliffs straight
below the cave’s mouth, his face ter-
ribly torn and scratched by a mad
woman’s nails, the mad woman her-
self lying huddled and still close be-
side him. He had aliowed the escape
of her captive; she had accused him
after the two of them had gone back
to the cavern, had thrown herself
upon him, tearing at his face, and the
two had fallen. Mother and son? Lee
shuddered, hoping within his heart
that Judith had been mistaken. It
was too terrible.
But, such is youth, such is love. Bud
Lee promptly forgot both Chris Quin-
nion and Mad Ruth as he went
through the lilacs to the house. He
remembered how Marcia had flown
once to Pollock Hampton when he had
made a hero of himself, how again
just today she had gone swiftly to him
because he had made a fool of him-
self and because it seemed she loved
him. In due time there was going to
be a wedding at Blue Lake ranch.
A wedding! Just one? Lee hurried
on.
***♦*••
Yes, Judith was waiting for him.
She was there in the living-room,
curled up on a great couch, lifting her
eyes expectantly as his step sounded
on the veranda. A wonderfully
gowned, transcendently lovely Ju-
dith ; a Judith of bare white arms,
round and warm and rich in their
tender curves; a Judith softly, allur-
ingly feminine even in the eyes of
Bud Lee, no longer theorist; a Ju-
dith whose filmy gown clung linger-
ingly to her like a sun-shot mist, a
Judith whose tender mouth was a
red flower, whose eyes were Aphro-
dite’s own, glorious, dawn-gray, soft
with the light shining In them, the
unhidden light of love for the man
who came toward her swiftly; the Ju-
dith he had first held in his arms and
kissed.
He came in quickly, his heart sing-
ing, The color suddenly ran up hot
and vivid in the girl’s cheeks. Stand-
ing over her he put out his hand. But
she slipped her own hands behind
her.
“Good evening, Mr. Lee,” said Ju-
dith brightly. “Really, you have
taken your time in making your first
call. Won’t you sit down?”
“No,” said Bud Lee gravely. “I’ll
take mine standing, please!”
“Like a man to be shot at dawn?”
cried Judith. “Dear me, Mr. Lee, that
sounds so tragic. What, pray, are you
taking?”
“A new job,” said Lee. ‘Tve come
to tell you that just being horse fore-
man doesn’t suit me any longer. What
you need and need right away is a
general manager. That’s what I want
to be, your general manager, Judith.
For life!”
Judith laughed softly, happily. Her
hands flew out to him like two little
homing birds, and she followed them
—home.
“You’ll find yosr work cut out for
you, Mr. Lee,” she told hiifc.
“It’s the kind of work I want,”
answered Bud Lee.
Then suddenly her arms went about
his neck and tears sprang into her
eyes and she set her lips to the cut
he had sought to cover with his hair,
and took his sore, swathed hand ten-
derly into her own two hands, laying
it against her cheek.
“Carson telephoned me,” she whis-
pered, her lips trembling all of a sud--
den. “He told me how Trevors
fought . . . and how you fought! And
he was half crying over the telephone,
he was «o proud of you. And I am
proud of you! And—oh, Bud Lee, Bud
Lee, I love you so!”
* * * * * * * »
From without came the sound of the
Blue Lake boys returning, Carson at
their head. Riding close together they
were singing, their voices floating
through the night in an old cowboy
song. Mrs. Simp'son heard and ran
out into the courtyard to listen. Mar-
cia and Pollock Hampton, lost to all
save each other In the shadows far
down the veranda, listened, and Mar-
cia clapped her hands. The voices
were to be heard from afar, the strong
voices of a score of men. The strange
thing is that neither Judith nor Bud
Lee heard; that neither had the vagu-
est consciousness just then that there
were in all the world any other mor-
tals than—Judith and Bud Lee.
[THE END.]
Beginning of Y. M. C. A.
The Young Men’s Christian associa-
tion was founded in England by Sir
George Williams, a London merchant.
Williams’ organization grew out of
meetings he held for prayer and Bible
reading among his fellow workers in a
dry-goods business In London, and the
association was founded in 1844. On
the occasion of Its jubilee, its origin^
tor was knighted. Similar associations
had been in existence in Scotland at a
much earlier dute. In 1824 David
Naismith Started the Glasgow Young
Men’s Society for Religious Improve-
ment, a movement which spread to
various parts of the United Kingdom,
France and America. Later the name
was changed to the Glasgow Young
Men’s Christian association.
DADDY’S
EVENING
FAIRYTALE
^Mary Graham Bonner
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ALLIE B AA’S CLOTHES
Allie Baa, you know, Is the rag
doll. She Is loved by everyone, but
. her little mother
- gy
Allie Felt Very
Proud.
loves her best of
all.
Allle’s whole
n a m e, you re-
member, Is Alice
Gustave Ariel
Star Jewel Bright
Carmen Carol
Cucumber Green.
Allie’s mother
has for her play
\ i name the name
of Mrs. Cucum-
her Green. -
Allie has a
painted face
which has to be
repainted every
once in a while,
for so much kiss-
ing wears on a face of Allie’s kind.
But Allie wouldn’t have it any other
way. You see she is always called
Allie Baa or Allie for short.-
Her long name is only for best,
dress-up occasions.
Now it was Allie’s mother’s birthday
and Allie was given a beautiful flow-
er to wear In her sailor blouse. Allie
felt very proud as she sat up with the
flower in her buttonhole.
But there was one thing for which
Allie was waiting. She -didn't have
many clothes.
Mrs. Cucumber Green loved to house-
clean and to look after her children
and to dress and undress them and to
tie ribbons about their necks when
they went out to parties, but she was
not fond of sewing.
It was the hardest thing in the world
for her to do.
She disliked it more than anything
else,
So Allie didn’t have many clothes.
Allie didn’t mind.
She had a nice sailor blouse and a
dark blue skirt with yellow pin stripes,
a little apron her grannie had made
for her, a pink and white knitted
scarf, a pink and white knitted cap,
and a pink and white pair of knitted
shoes which were foo small for her
feet so the heels had been cut out.
This was her wardrobe. And now It
was very dirty. Allie was waiting pa-
tiently to hhve her clothes washed.
They had been brushed off, but they
needed a good tubbing.
Allie was quite ready to "go to bed
for a day or two while her clothes
were washed. She would be glad to do
that.
For she was looking forward to hav-
ing nice, clean clothes on once more.
She was tired of her dirty clothes.
They needed to be washed so badly.
In fact they needed to be washed so
badly that you could hardly tell the
colors if you didn’t know them.
Allie sat and waited patiently. She
didn’t say a word. Day after day
passed by. She had been decorated
for her mother’ birthday by a beauti-
ful flower, but her clothes had not
been washed.
Still she didn’t say a word.
They could see the way her clothes
looked. She would shame them into
washing her clothes by her silence.
She would not say a word. She
would wait and see.
Surely they would be more anxious
to do her clothes when she was so pa-
tient.
Instead of making a fuss she was
sitting just as quietly as ever.
Instead of scolding she was looking
at everyone with just as sweet an ex-
pression as ever.
Nothing upset Allie’s perfect dispo-
sition. But she did long, just the
same, to have
her clothes
washed.
Oh, to be nice
and spick and
span again!
Oh, to be
dressed in clean,
clean clothes.
Then she would
smell of pleasant
soap instead of
dust.
That would be
such a nice
change.
How long would
it take them to
be shamed into
doing anything—
yet they had said
they would.'They
had promised they would.
She sat, still patiently waiting.
It was enough to make her mad.
But she kept her temper.
And then, at last she was un-
dressed. Her clothes were going to
be washed.
They were washed and Ironed and
ready, finally. Once more she was in
clean clothes. It was very pleasant
for a rag doll to feel well-dressed once
more. Clean clothes made such a dif-
ference.
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Her Clothes Were
Going to Be
Washed.
Last and Hardest
Teacher—What were the different
ages in history?
Willie—The stone age, bronze age,
Iron age.
Teacher—What age are we living In
now?
Willie—The hard-boiled age.—Van-
couver 'Province.
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an account what new ideas, what new
propositions of truth you have gained.
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_ I had feminine
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evening I would
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Tpr and .ny back
^ jBy an<* head would
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night. The doc-
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give me treat-
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druggist advised
my husband to
get a bottle of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite
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About one out of every thousand fox
puppies Is born hairless, and, though
healthy, remains hairless throughout
Life.
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