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"Holly," he choked as the slack- ness, thc softness passed out of him. For this girlhe would have fore- sworn the hard manhood of the west and have accepted astigma without shame and without bitter- 11 "ss. But he could not speak a word of the passion that consumed hlrn, Holly, still ctlnglng to Frayne's h a.nd, turned to the gaping cattle- men, Bri t ~1 arcd spcllbound. Her lovctincss, hr-r race had never shone as then. nut of her proud white face blazed eycs so great, so black, F~ magnificent that they appeared more than human, flames of a spirit stronccr than terror or death. •. Hayward, and all of you, listen. .. . Renn Fravno has been hound- "d for years by such men ItS this nankin. It madehim an outlaw. I douhtifhe has ever been really "'I. But that would not matter 1.0 me, since now he is honest. I lov him lind I am goinA' to marry him. \V~i~h \"~Il your antagonIsm in thls hour. We will never forgive more of your biased opinions. Don Carlos rancho stands or Ialls by this man. ... Scwall McCoy isa contcmpti- hie do". He wanted to marry me. HI' threatened me with an alliance '"ith Russ Slaughter ifI refused him. This trumped-up c harg e a:::ains:t Frayne is not only prompted h)' jealousy and revenge but by fear! He is afraid oI Frayne. Be- cause, ~ent1cmen, McCoy is the dark horse in this range mystery. Heis th" rustler baron." "You white -f ace d half-breed slut ' " burst out McCoy in ungov- ernable rage. "Silence!" yelled Britt, lcaplng out to crouch. "Another word an' I'll kill you! You dealt this deal. Now, by Gawd, you'll playoot yore hand!" "Hold, B r itt! Steady, now," shouted Clements, plainly alive to an uncxnectcd development in the situation, "We'll allplay out our hands in this game, . Miss Ripple, you use strong words. We can make allowance for your-your -for a most tryin' ordeal. But un- Icss you arc beside yourself wilh :fury - you will be called on to prov~--" "Clements," interrupted II 0 II y, "yOU are hopelessly in thetoils of this rustler who hires poor cowboys to steal for him .... Do you think tha t I would lie? Mr. Clements, 1 IH\VC no doubt that in less than an hour you will be put to the painful ordeal of cxplaining yourconnec- tion with Sewall McCoy." "Thel'll do, Holly," spoke up Britt, on edge with the prolonnation of this scene. "Go home. . . . Ann, take Holly horne." Ann came forward hastily while Holly turned to Fraync. ••Renn, I'll expect you up atthe house soon," she said coolly, with dark, proud eyes upon him. Fr'avne could not answer. Thenas Ann led Holly out ot the barn door thl'Y were confronted by II tall cowbov, ••Brazos!" cried Holly in amaze- ment and gladness. ••Where have you been?" ••Heah," he rang out. "Since when? Did YOU--" Britt moved to get a good look 11 t Brazos and did not marvel that Holly faltered. "1 rid in ahaid of the ootfit. Seen yu. An' I follered yu. I been heah all the time." ••0, I'm so - so glad," returned Holly hurriedly, strangely faltering. Did she take Brazos' whIte face and terrible eyes as indications ot unut- terable reproach? Britt did not so interpret Bazos' mien. There had been hell to payout there on the range and there would be more here. Ann led Holly away with the othcr girls, who were Mexicans. ••Renn, I'll go with YU," drawled Brazos. ••I shore want to see yu bore thet --- beady-eyed liltle cockroach! " "You stay heah, Brazos," ordered Britt .•• Don't let a single man Ieava this barn." "Britt, I'll see to thet," spoke up Clements darkly. ••Reckon I'd Iike to see Frayne come back. Otherwise we might never find out who this shady rustler is. Haw! Haw!" ••Thel'1I do, Clements," yc 1Jed. Brazos. "Yu'll hev hell swallcrtn' , ,: ~ .. ,~ ~. what you've said already. Yu'r e on the wrong side, a yu'll la n damn pronto." RITT had to run to keep up with Frayne's swift strides, and as he kept pace with the outlaw he revolved in his mind a few pertinent things to say. "Renn, put Holly oot of yore mind," was the first one. "No, by God! Do you think any man could beat me to a gun when [ remember how she looked-What she said?" "Wal, I reckon not. . . . Loosen vore belt a little,. . An' roll thet gun a few times.... Ah-huh, An' stick it back sorta light so it'll come oot quicker'n greased Ilghtnin'. . . Will this Rankin expect you? " ••Hardly. He's got me wrong. I Don Carlos Ranc o Visits , Swift and Grewsome Vengeance on Its Enemies -Holly and Frayne Find Love at the Last Long End could have killed him back in Kansas, but I let him bluff me, He was half drunk. Me- Coy, of course, has his ax to grind and has helped Rankin along in his figurIng me, McCoy has reason to know me. But he thinks Holly has made me a four-flush! " "Wal, I'm damn glad there's goin' to be some action. I'm shore seein' red, An' say, wasn't Holly jest grand? Did she lay it into Clem- ents an' McCoy? Whew! .. , Renn, hsv you been practicin' lately?" "Day and night, old timer. I saw this coming." "You'll hev to marry Holly now:' "Heavens, yes!" Frayne threw up his head in exultation, "She dis- graced herself-ruined herself! Be- fore them all! For me! Lord, if I could only have gone away!" ••Shore, if you could hev," agreed the wily Britt. "As it is, though, you've got to stay heah an' prove Holly wasn't lyin'.... An' think, Renn; pretty pronto, when this mess is over, you'll be goin' up to the house to see her. An' Holly will be waitln' , .. all alone. Withoot any E w * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Loole f'n your irthday or th.. group in which il appeara thorughout th. following notes - it may he m nlioncd morn them once. Mark il with a pencil wherevr you aee it, and then heed the counsel given. By WYNN This Week's Opportunities for All of Us For' BUYING: T u es d a:y and Wednesday. For SELLING: Today, Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday forenoon. For ROMANCE: Next Sunday forl'noon. For FINANCE: Friday. For TRAVEL: TodllY, Wcdncs- day, and Saturday. :b'or OCCUPATION: Wednesday, Fr;.iday, Saturday, and nextSunday. For LEGAL MATrERS: Tuesday lind Wednesday. For HEALTH: TodAY, Monday, Friday, Saturday, and next Sunday. DAY BY DAY TOMORROW andTUESDAY: At- tend to detail work; map out a course of action that will increase your service-rendering capaclty. Be friendly with co-workers. MONDAY, MAY 4: Feelings are apt to be easily wounded; be tactful, particularly with women. Best for thoseborn Oct. 11-23, Feb. 8-19, and June 9-2l. TUESDAY, MAY 5: It would be easy to antagonize uperiora--don't take !lny chancea. Best for thoae born Oct. 23-Nov. 4, Feb. 19-March 3, June 21-July 3. WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, and FRIDAY: Strive to make your re- lations with others more harmo- nious; besure that difficulties are not caused by lack of cooperation on your part. WEDNESDAY, MAY 6: Apply t he brakes on hasty speech or ac- t ion. Old arrangements favored. Best for those born Nov. 4-16, March 3-15, and July 3-16. THURSDAY, MAY 7: Not the time to rely on snap judgment; keep out of controversies. Best for those born Nov. 16-28, March 15-27, and July 16-29. FRIDAY, MAY 8: Recognize tricky plans when they appear; con- trol emotions. Expand mentally- study. Best tor those born Nov. 28-Dec. 10, March 27-April 8, and July 29-Aug. 11. SATURDAY and next SUNDAY: ConsIder the financial angle of legal matters and those connected with either marriage or business partner- ships. SATURDAY, MAY 9: Look ahead regardin~ aoclal and afCectional in- tereau; conaider wise changea. Best for those born Dec. 10·23, April 8-21, and Au~. 11-24. SUNDAY, MA Y 10: Morning hours favor new plans. Afternoon: Ideas look flighty; go slow. Best I [ ' Wynn has compiled, especially for readers ot THE TRIBUNE detailed analysesof the future to June, 1936, giving counsel for ali activities oflite. Price: At the Tribune Public Service O:fllces (1 South Dearborn or Tribune Tower), 2 cent.~; by mall,S cents in stamps or coin. To order by mail, u e this blank: Your uture Foretold WYNN. CHICAGO TRIBUNE Name ..........••.••.•••••.•..•..•••••.•. Birth Date, , ...•••. Street Addre~:s ...•.••..•.••..••••.••.••• ,•..............••••.••.••••• , L~~ty .. a;,~i;,~'; 'e',~~.i~ '''t~~';; ~; ~~;~ f~; ~~~h ·H~;~.~~~~ 'or:e~~~&b~' ~aij)' .•••. qTt; Wynn canl,lot :u~clWgk~ to a!1l1W$r ~391\ttl j!l~lJi!i for those born Dec. 23-Jan. 4, April 21-May 3, and Aug, 24-Sept. 5. FAVORED GROUPS This week's vIbrations favor ex- pansion, creative effort, and the con- sideration of new plans by those born on and between these dates: ,JANUARY 1-5 and 13-31. FEBRUARY 1-5. MARCH, none. APRIL 7-13 and 18-JO. MAY 1·6 and 14-27. JUNE 1-10. JULY, none. AUGUST 10-16 and 21-:; 1. SEPTEMBER 1-8 and 16-JO. OCTOBER 1-9. NOVEMBER, none. DECEMBER 20-31. Notable persons born in the Iore- going periods are Shirley Temple, Guglielmo Marconi, Harold Bauer, H. Bedford-Jones, Irving Berlin, and Maureen O'Sullivan. An Open Letter to J ames Melton Dear James: Money la good lItUft when you belong to it legitimately; and it ia always pleasant to have the price of a ham sandwich. But there a l' It also times when other items are more important, and this is one of them In your > life. You are on the up grade and can go far it you Itresl what you give and keep improving the output regard- JAME MELT less of the in- S ON come. Your pay days will come and you'll like them -it you continue to roll up the per- cp.ntage in your favor. With best ~:3he:s. ~~. M:AY !to He dragged the convulsed Negro to Holly's feet, where she regarded him with parting lips and startled ey s, pryin' eyes aboot. She was only a tortured girl,first. off, back thereat Lhc barn, an' then when thet rotten ootfit made her mad she was a queen. BUI, cowboy, this next time you meet her! All thet beauty! AlI thct blazin' fire - thet sweet love which can never get enough of you -all in yore arms! Gawd, boy, do you know yore good fortune?" ••Yes, Cap, I know it. No man on earth could knowsowell! " "Rcnn, is this Rankin the real thing? " "Mean. Ascaly rattlesnake. Dan- A"flrous if he gets the drop. That's all." They reached the village. Frayne slowed his stride and kept to the middle of the road. A Mexican in a big straw sombrero passed carry- ing two pails of water suspended from a pole across his shoulders. Some Indians lounged in front of the post. Two dusty horses stood haltered to the hitching rail oppo- site the entrance to the saloon. For Lhe rest the wide street appeared de- serted. Britt saw the crudely paint- ed Mexican designs upon the white- washed adobe walls, Frayne squared himself before the stained wooden doors, then with a powerful thrust opened them to leap inside. Britt popped in as quickly and sheered to one side. The big saloon smelled of stale rum. Britt's flashing eye gathered in four men before he came to the little man he knew was Rankin. Mean! A scaly rattlesnake! He stood with his back to the bar, his arms stretched along its edge, a position no great gunman would ever have risked while ex- pecting ameeting with a foe. RITT saw him stiffen in that position. A sombrero shaded his eyes, and that was a cir- cumstance against Frayne it he needed to read his adversary's in- tent, But Frayne did not require that. Britt knew that the instant olther of Rankin's outstretched hands moved Frayne would be drawing. The only movement in the saloon was a quick swerve of the bartender to dodge out of line and then run to the far end of the bar. ••Rankin!" called Frayne in cold expectation. "Howdy? Who air you? " rejoined the other gruffiy. •.You know me. Frayne:' ••Aho. . . . Frayne, eh? Wal, I kind of gIve you up. Fact is, I didn't expect you much, . Wanta tip a bottle with me? " UNo." ••I aee. Heerd YOU'd sworn off drlnkin'. Air you thinkln' of l'idin' away from Don Carlos rancho? " "No!' ••Stay1n' on, huh!" "Yes." ••Wal, dIdn't HayW1\rd invite you to leave the country? " ••He did," ••An' didn't McCoy tell you thet I said fer you to get out?" ••Yes. That's why I'm here." ••Frayne, I'll give you till sun- r B eg InnIng Next Week down to leave this range," yelled Rankin stridently. Anger had suc- ceeded to surprise, but there was no sign of fear in the man. He had grown cunningly conservant of a~- tion, increasingly taut of trame. HIS r izh t hand began to quiver. ,;"Did I leave Dodge after I shot your sticky-fingered pard?" taunted Frayne. Rankin was game, but he betrayed that he had gotten himself not only into a disadvantageous posture but into the certainty that he had to meet Frayne alone. Nevertheless he accepted it. He actually bristled. Britt saw his sombrero rise slightly above his opaque, formidable eyes. Swift as light then all his frame jerked in downward action. Frayne's draw was too quick for Britt's sight. But he saw the red spurt-the black burst-then heard the boom. Rankin's terrific violence sustained a sudden check. He sagged inward against the bar. His head dropped so that the wide sombrero hid his face. And his hand fell away from his half-drawn gun. A groan rum- bled out of him. He lodged there, a shrunken figure, strangely bereft of his sinister menace. Britt was not loquacious on the march back to the barn. Nor did he allow either the raw gust of passion or the strong feeling of elation and relief to clog his thinking machine. The situation required more than he believed anyone man could give it. Moreover, he was not in a concilia- tory mood. Brazos w0u 1d run amuck. McCoy did not stand the slightest chance of getting away with his life. Obviously the thing to do was to establish proofs of Frayne's Innocence and McCoy's guilt in front of these obsessed cat- tlemen and then avoid a general pitched battle. This seemed unlike- ly. McCoy had a number of cow- boys with him, and there were half a dozen with the cattlemen. As Britt remembered It, Holly's four remaining cowboys were Jim, Sky- lark, Stinger, and Gaines. What had become of Joe Doane and Rebel? ••Frayne, do yu reckon it'll ever get as far as McCoy's c h a r g e against you? " ••Never. His trump card is Russ Slaughter. And I've a hun ch Slaughter will never get here." "Brazos! " ••Yes. He's got something up his sleeve." " Look! Down the lane! Frayne, there's the ootfit. Shore, thet must be what makes Brazos so cocky:' ••It's likely. Let's rustle along. They're coming at a trot, pack horses an' all. They might start a fight pronto." Britt jogged along behind Frayne. They cut short across the fleld to the barn, coming through the fence near the door. The relative posi- tions of the several groups had not altered much. McCoy sat SUllenly aside from his cowboys. The cattle- men ceased a colloquy at Frayne's sudden appearance on the runway, Britt whispered to Jim, ••Get back an' be ready for any thin':' Ruth Starling, an American girl bitten with an ambition for the stage, finds herself in the way to fulfillher ambition through the in- heritance of a vast sum of money. In London there begins a series of adventures that lead into unsuspected and dangerous places. This new serial, "And Call It Accident," by Mrs. BellocLowndes, noted story writer, will grip you from its opening chapter. tl!! "Tleah yu air, pard!" rang 011t Brazos in his lusty, piercing tenor. .. These heah conscientious cowmen never expected yu back a-tall. But I knowed yu'd come:' McCoy rose to his Ieet, livid of face, beginning to manifest a subtle change of front. Brazos would have heen disconcerting even to an hon- est man, "Frayne, you backed out of meet- in' him?" he queried harshly. The answer he got from Frayne WIlS a piercing, deadly stare. But Britt thought it well to launch a relort. "McCoy, is yorebeady-eyed gun slinger the best you can trot oot?" ••Dead?" gasped McCoy. "Bored plumb center. Hell, he didn't have a chance:' B RAZOS reacted to that with a ringing laugh. He dominated the several groups, even Britt and Frayne backing from his rest- less front. His gun swung low in its sheath. He had a second weapon stuck into the hip pocket of his jeans. Britt smelled gunpowder on him, then made the observation that his belt was half emptied of shells. All the characteristic red had faded from his face and his pallor en- hanced the smear of blood just under his clustering hair. Clements coughed nervously and advanced a step. ••McCoy, press your charge now against Frayne an' produce your proofs. This deal will begin to look queer if you don't:' ••Que e 1', eh?" sneered McCoy. "Look out how queer you make it. I told you Slaughter has the proofs," ••But you told us you knew them," protested Clements dubiously. ••Will you stop raggin' me an' wait till Slaughter gets here?" yelled McCoy. Brazos leaped out in front of them all with a gun in each hand. ••Wal, heah comes Slaughter . Don't nobody move a finger Yu McCoy hombres, I got eyes in the back of my haid. Somebody is gonna get bored:' Britt saw Brazos' outfit turning from the lane into the barnyard. Jackson was on foot leading a pack animal with what looked like a man hanging tace and teet downward from the saddle. Santone, Chero- kee, Tex and Mex Southard rode behind the little Negro; and if ever Britt saw a quartet that had been in a fight he saw it then. Black, ragged, dusty, bloody-scarfed, they resembled a crew of pirates. Behind rode Bluegrass, his face like a white splotch, reeling in his saddle. When this procession neared the runway leading up to the barn door Britt's startled gaze confirmed his first glances at that object over Jackson's saddle. It was a dead man whose blood dripped down upon the flopping hands that dragged in the dirt. "Pile off, tellars,' called Brazos, "an' come heah, . . . Jack, lead that cayuse up," The Negro complied. Britt stared In sickening excitement. He could not see the head of the dead man, for that hung on the other side of the horse. But he knew who it was. ••Dump hIm oft, Jack," ordered Brazos. The Negro laid hold of the man's hips and boosted him up so that he slid out of the saddle, to flop sodden- lyon the barn floor, scattering blood in all directions. When the horse got out of line Britt confirmed his suspicion as to the dead man. Russ Slaughter presented a hideous spectacle. ••Look, all of yu!" pealed the ruthless showman .•• But keep back. Take a good look, yu cowboys an' cowmen, so yu'll see what can hap- pen to a cattle thief .••. See! He'a IIItretched hemp! This rustIln' gen- tleman was shot fust, an' hanged alive, then pumped full of lead! " In the horrified silence that trans- :fixed the onlookers Brazos leaped over the dead man to align the ghastly McCoy with his several :wooden-faced cowboys. "Heah. McCoy, heah'll yore Rusl SlaYsh~~r."· ~ on ~.t:a~:!I. hm By ZANE GREY; voicegaining the high-tensioned ring of cold steel. •.He had proofs. A w, he shore hed. But of yore rotten deal with him! Russ must hov been a hombre who didn't trust yu or his memory. He jotted down every steer, every calf, every dollar. All in a little book. An' I got thet book! " Brazos grew terrible in his cold- blooded fury. His young. clear-cut face had the look of an avenging god, ••Thet'U be aboot a II fer yu, McCoy!" he hissed. ••Heah's one fer yore insult to Holly Ripple!' One gun crashed; McCoy, with an awful scream, spasmodically clapped his hands to his abdomen. •.An' heah's fer yore old grudge an' dirty deal to my pard, Renn Frayne!" The second gun crashed. McCoy sank behind the cloud of smoke. Brazos leaped through that to pre- sent his smoking guns at Me'Coy's men. ••Get a move on. Pronto! If yu ever meet a Ripple cowhand again, go fer yore guns!" He drove them out of the barn. ••Watch 'em, boys. If they look back-shoot! •• Brazos wheeled to confront the cattlemen, of whom Clements was the one most obviously shaken. He quailed before the fire-eyed cowboy. ••Clements, -- -- yore yellow soul! I cain't be certain aboot how crooked yu air. But yore name is in Slaughter's book. Yu bought cattle of him. . . . How yu explain thet? " ••Un branded stock - I swear to Gawd!" gasped out the cattleman• ashen hued behind his beard. ••Aw, yu lie! I can see it in yore eves. An honest man has not.hln' In fcar. But yu ain't honest. Yu knowed McCoy was crooked! " •.No-I swear-I didn't!" "Wal, yu knowed Slaughter was. .. Oot with thet beIore I bore yu." •.Ycs-yes . . , I knew it:' ••An' yu bought Ripple stock from him?" •.I shet my eyes. . . . All un· branded calves-yearlings:' ••Ah-huh. Wal, I'll bore yu just fer luck .... But if yu hadn't been mean in yore talk to Miss Ripple I might hev let yu off:' "0, my Gawd! Keene! Keene!" Brazos' gun crash cut short that impassioned and desperate appeal. ••Rustle, yu conscientious cowmen, before I cut loose. We got McCoy com in' an' gain'. We have written proofs. We hev Saunders' confes- sion. Mill over thet, yu wise range galoots. .. . An' pack these daid hombres away on their hawses, on- less yu want them throwed to the hawgs." Half an hour laterBrazos stepped to the side of a fresh, mettlesome horse that Santone had fetched to the bunkhouse. A light pack and a canteen were significantly bound upon the saddle. Brazos mounted with his slow, inimitable grace. ••Whoa, Bounce, or I'll rake yu,' he called as he pulled the big bay down with an iron arm. ••So long, Jim, Rebel-all yu sons of guns!" They muttered a farewell that they neither sanctioned nor ap- proved of. Their acquiescence had in it something of Brazos' detach- ment. Cowboys had to rfde away. They bowed to the fate and the greatness of their comrade. BrItt and Frayne crowded close. Britt was silent because he could not speak, while Frayne stared up with mute sorrow and a gathering dark understanding in his gaze. "Pard, do me a favor," went on Brazos, his lean hand going to Frayne's shoulder. ••If yu - an' Holly ever hev a boy - call him Brazos." Then with a clink of spurs and a clatter of hoofs he was off, swift as the wind. They watched him cross the road and stretch out upon the gray range, headed for the pass and the long, lonely trail to Texas. D AYS passed, June warmed into JUly. Far and .wide spread the fame of Holly Ripple's cowboys. Both factions in the Lincoln county war sought to win them to their side. A month of peace had lulled the riders back into their old lazy ways. They rode, they bet, they played tricks, they watched the cattle, they reveled in their dearly won independence and the respect and aloofness of the range. Holly's birthday rolled around, and the event this year was to cele- brate her wedding. Only the cow- boys and her few neighbor friends were invited. Britt, who felt himself responsible for this great and happy event, left the restless. primping, Whispering cowboys to go up to the ranch- house. There he found Holly radi- ant at the close of preparations, ready almost to consign herself to Ann and Conchita. ••0, Cappy, the girls are going to dress me now!" she cried. "Will Renn like me?" At that juncture Ride 'Em Jack· son came puffing to the living room door. where he pounded. ••What you want, Jack?" queried Britt. ••Who ia it? 0, Jackson! You poor fellow! What are you panting about?" exclaimed Holly. ••Missy Ripple-I's done - power- ful-sorry. I sho' is," panted Jack- Son, solemnly roIling his eyes. ••Sorry! What for?" ••I's the bearer of turrible sad news." ••Jack, get out; this is no time to worry Miss Ripple," protested Britt angrily. The Negro was serIous and probably had lome dismaying news that might just as well be left until some other time. ••Dis message comes from Mallsa Renn:' ••Renn! For goodness sake!" cried Holly excitedly. ••What Is it, Jackson? " ••He say to tell yo' dat he's tur- rible sorry dat he eain't marry yo' today:' "0, mercy! Britt-Ann, did you h~ar, ;ra~~s9n 1. H~aWl.1lJa ~hllt !J tt now? 0, I never felt sure of Rcnnj He'll ride away-leave me--" "Nonsense, H 0 11 y ," interposed Britt. .. Don't takc on so. It cain't be any thin' serious. Why, less tha~ an hour ago I saw Renn so locoed htll couldn't heah the boys. Mad aboot you, Holly. I never saw a man so. happy." " Mad? Happy? Then why or. earLh. . Jackson, you staring ebony lunkhead! Why can't Frayntll marry me today?" "'Cause, missy, dere's a raid on dOll cattle. Santone jest rode in. H~ toJe us. Oatby Gray hill. Gosh! I nebber seen Massa Renn so mad. He cuss turrible. 'Hell'sfire! Cain't dey gib mea day to be married?'" "But Jack-he didn't ride off?" wailed Holly. "Yessum, he sho' did. Wif de whole ootfit all dressed up. An' I'll sho' hevto rustle to ketch them." "Did he say - whenhe'd coma back?" asked Holly faintly. ••He say to tell yu he cain't bll sho'. Mebbe tomorrow. Mebbo not:' Holly fell into a magnificent rag~ -the first Britt had ever seen hen exhibit. At first she was so speech- Jess she could only throw things. But soon she burst out: .. 0, damn lhe cattle! -Wha t do 1 care for cattle? ... Onmy wedding day! He leaves me to chase rustlers! 0, to hell with my cattle! I want to be married. I want my husband! •• "Missy,I sho' forget," said the Negro. "He say fer yu to wave yo' scarf-like yo' always do. But yo' mus' hurry bcfo' dey's oot of sight:' ••No! I won't. Wave to him- whenhe deserts me for some miser- ahlc cows? I secmyself. . .. 0, Britt, it must be very had! A bil: mid' Renn would not leave me oth- erwise.. . Wherc's my scar('?; Ann--Conchila-my scarf, you nin- nics! " H OLL - ran to And fro, weer- irig, wringing her hands, wild with mingled emotions. Pres- ently she snatched the scarf from Ann and fled precipitately out on. the porch. Britt ran afterher. Off the porch she leaped, into theopen. path, her arms aloft,her beautiful eyes strained. The range was empty. Butin th. path, not twenty rods down the gen- tle slope, Holly espied a procession of marching cowboys, with Renn, Frayne at their head, lookinghand- some, f 0 0 1ish, and unutterably, happy. Holly backed with a scream until she reached the porch steps, where she sat down suddenly. The scarf feU to the ground. A flash of joy quickly left her face. Britt was transfixed by the black, dilated eyes. She was a tragic, savage child. ••Hello, Holly!" cried out Frayna as he nearedher. ••How do I-w~ look? We're early. But couldn't wait." •.It's-a trick," panted Holly. ••Trick? Indeed not. This wed- ding is the most serious, the most beautiful, the most glorious--" ••Devil!" shrieked Holly. ••What?" gasped Renn blankly, ••Perfidious wretch! " At that he could only stare down at her. The smile left his face. ••Villain! " ••Holly, whatever it is-I am inno- cent," declared Frayne. "Innocent! When you sent that grinning demon of a nigger up here to tell me you couldn't marry me today? Rustlers! You had to ride off. You couldn't get back-maybe not tomorrow! 0, how could you?, Such a horrible trick! Can't you cowboys tell what is tun-and what is cruel? . • . It broke my heart. I-I'll never marry you now." Frayne jumped up to give the rolling Jackson a resounding kick. ••You black rascal! Come heret . . . Tell her, on your knees, or. I'llbeat you half to death!" He dragged the convulsed Negro to Holly's feet, where she regarded him with parting lips and startled eyes. ••Good Lud-Missy Holly... I done knowed-dis would fall on my' haid. But Brazos made me do it:' ••Brazos?" cried Holly. ••Yassum. Brazos. Dat tow-haided debbil. He done it all before he left, Missy Holly. He planned de trick- swored us all in-an' made me t'ink nobody but me could fool yo'. ..• I's sorry. Iis." ••Jackson, getup off your knees," returned Holly.•• I forgive you. But only because Brazos trapped you in one of his infernal tricks:' "Holly," saId Frayne, ••I'd fcel better if you substituted some nice names for those you called me." ••Renn! " she Whispered. "That's fair:' "Darling! " ••Better. But try again." ••Sweetheart! " Frayne appeared overcomewith her sweet coquetry, under which breathed a passionate tenderness. He could only press her dusky head to his lips. (Copyright: 1936: By Zane Grey.) [THE END.] Flush Kidneys of Acid and Poisons Gain in Health and Stop Getting Up Nights When kidneys are c1olCll'edthey become weak - the bladder is Ilrita ted - often passage is .canty and .marts and burns -sleep is restles. and nightly visits to the bathroom are frequent. The right, nfe, harmless, and inexpen. sive way to stop this trouble and restore healthy action to kidneys and bladder is to get from any druggist a 36·eent box of Gold Medal Haarlem Oil Capsule. and take as directed-you won't be disap- pointed. 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CONCLUSIONRITT broke out ot his stupe-faction to approach thcm.What indeed had H oilydone? Saved or wrecked
F'ra yne ? But, like the truly won-derful girl of generous heart sheWill', she had showed the range whatRenn Frayne meant to her." Holly, this heah is a man's deal,"
spoke up Britt huskily as he reachedhr-r. "You leave it to--"She silenced him with a flash of
hf'r hand." Forgive me, Renn," she implored,
~1l7.inJ:(up at him entreatingly. "IWII~ beside myself. I understandnow. I beg of you, don't lct me--ormy love-hamper you in the least.I trust you. I know you. .Meet these men-as if you had neverseen me.""Holly," he choked as the slack-
ness, thc softness passed out of him.For this girl he would have fore-sworn the hard manhood of thewest and have accepted a stigmawithout shame and without bitter-11 "ss. But he could not speak a wordof the passion that consumed hlrn,Holly, still ctlnglng to Frayne's
ha.nd, turned to the gaping cattle-men, Bri t ~1arcd spcllbound. Herlovctincss, hr-r race had never shoneas then. nut of her proud whiteface blazed eycs so great, so black,F~ magnificent that they appearedmore than human, flames of a spiritstronccr than terror or death.•.Hayward, and all of you, listen.
. . . Renn Fravno has been hound-"d for years by such men ItS thisnankin. It made him an outlaw. Idouht if he has ever been really"'I. But that would not matter 1.0me, since now he is honest. I lovhim lind I am goinA' to marry him.\V~i~h \"~Il your antagonIsm in thlshour. We will never forgive moreof your biased opinions. Don Carlosrancho stands or Ialls by this man.... Scwall McCoy is a contcmpti-hie do". He wanted to marry me.HI' threatened me with an alliance'" ith Russ Slaughter if I refusedhim. This trumped-up c h a r g ea:::ains:t Frayne is not only promptedh)' jealousy and revenge but byfear! He is afraid oI Frayne. Be-cause, ~ent1cmen, McCoy is the darkhorse in this range mystery. He isth" rustler baron.""You white - f ace d half-breed
slut ' " burst out McCoy in ungov-ernable rage."Silence!" yelled Britt, lcaplng
out to crouch. "Another word an'I'll kill you! You dealt this deal.Now, by Gawd, you'll play oot yorehand!""Hold, B r itt! Steady, now,"
shouted Clements, plainly alive toan uncxnectcd development in thesituation, "We'll all play out ourhands in this game, . MissRipple, you use strong words. Wecan make allowance for your-your-for a most tryin' ordeal. But un-Icss you arc beside yourself wilh:fury - you will be called on toprov~--""Clements," interrupted II0 II y,
"yOU are hopelessly in the toils ofthis rustler who hires poor cowboysto steal for him .... Do you thinktha t I would lie? Mr. Clements, 1IH\VC no doubt that in less than anhour you will be put to the painfulordeal of cxplaining your connec-tion with Sewall McCoy.""Thel'll do, Holly," spoke up Britt,
on edge with the prolonnation ofthis scene. "Go home. . . . Ann,take Holly horne."Ann came forward hastily while
Holly turned to Fraync.••Renn, I'll expect you up at the
house soon," she said coolly, withdark, proud eyes upon him. Fr'avnecould not answer. Then as Ann
led Holly out ot the barn door thl'Ywere confronted by II tall cowbov,••Brazos!" cried Holly in amaze-
ment and gladness. ••Where haveyou been?"••Heah," he rang out."Since when? Did YOU--"Britt moved to get a good look 11 t
Brazos and did not marvel thatHolly faltered."1 rid in ahaid of the ootfit. Seen
yu. An' I follered yu. I been heahall the time."••0, I'm so - so glad," returned
Holly hurriedly, strangely faltering.Did she take Brazos' whIte face andterrible eyes as indications ot unut-terable reproach? Britt did not sointerpret Bazos' mien. There hadbeen hell to payout there on therange and there would be morehere. Ann led Holly away with theothcr girls, who were Mexicans.••Renn, I'll go with YU," drawled
Brazos. ••I shore want to see yubore thet --- beady-eyed liltlecockroach! ""You stay heah, Brazos," ordered
Britt .•• Don't let a single man Ieavathis barn.""Britt, I'll see to thet," spoke up
Clements darkly. ••Reckon I'd Iiketo see Frayne come back. Otherwisewe might never find out who thisshady rustler is. Haw! Haw!"••Thel'1I do, Clements," y c 1Jed.
Brazos. "Yu'll hev hell swallcrtn'
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what you've said already. Yu'r e onthe wrong side, a yu'll la n damnpronto."
RITT had to run to keep upwith Frayne's swift strides,and as he kept pace with the
outlaw he revolved in his mind afew pertinent things to say."Renn, put Holly oot of yore
mind," was the first one."No, by God! Do you think any
man could beat me to a gun when[ remember how she looked-Whatshe said?""Wal, I reckon not. . . . Loosen
vore belt a little,. . An' rollthet gun a few times. . . . Ah-huh,An' stick it back sorta light so it'llcome oot quicker'n greased Ilghtnin'.. . Will this Rankin expect you? "••Hardly. He's got me wrong. I
Don Carlos Ranc o Visits,
Swift and GrewsomeVengeance on Its Enemies-Holly and Frayne FindLove at the Last Long End
could have killed himback in Kansas, but Ilet him bluff me, Hewas half drunk. Me-Coy, of course, has hisax to grind and hashelped Rankin along inhis figurIng me, McCoyhas reason to know me.But he thinks Holly has
made me a four-flush! ""Wal, I'm damn glad there's goin'
to be some action. I'm shore seein'red, An' say, wasn't Holly jestgrand? Did she lay it in to Clem-ents an' McCoy? Whew! .. , Renn,hsv you been practicin' lately?""Day and night, old timer. I saw
this coming.""You'll hev to marry Holly now:'"Heavens, yes!" Frayne threw
up his head in exultation, "She dis-graced herself-ruined herself! Be-fore them all! For me! Lord, if Icould only have gone away!"••Shore, if you could hev," agreed
the wily Britt. "As it is, though,you've got to stay heah an' proveHolly wasn't lyin'. . . . An' think,Renn; pretty pronto, when this messis over, you'll be go in' up to thehouse to see her. An' Holly will bewaitln' , .. all alone. Withoot any
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He dragged the convulsed Negro toHolly's feet, where she regarded himwith parting lips and startled ey s,
pryin' eyes aboot. She was only atortured girl, first. off, back there atLhc barn, an' then when thet rottenootfit made her mad she was aqueen. BUI, cowboy, this next timeyou meet her! All thet beauty! AlIthct blazin' fire - thet sweet lovewhich can never get enough of you-all in yore arms! Gawd, boy, doyou know yore good fortune?"••Yes, Cap, I know it. No man on
earth could know so well! ""Rcnn, is this Rankin the real
thing? ""Mean. A scaly rattlesnake. Dan-
A"flrous if he gets the drop. That'sall."They reached the village. Frayne
slowed his stride and kept to themiddle of the road. A Mexican ina big straw sombrero passed carry-ing two pails of water suspendedfrom a pole across his shoulders.Some Indians lounged in front ofthe post. Two dusty horses stoodhaltered to the hitching rail oppo-site the entrance to the saloon. ForLhe rest the wide street appeared de-serted. Britt saw the crudely paint-ed Mexican designs upon the white-washed adobe walls,Frayne squared himself before the
stained wooden doors, then with apowerful thrust opened them to leapinside. Britt popped in as quicklyand sheered to one side. The bigsaloon smelled of stale rum. Britt'sflashing eye gathered in four menbefore he came to the little man heknew was Rankin. Mean! A scalyrattlesnake! He stood with his backto the bar, his arms stretched alongits edge, a position no great gunmanwould ever have risked while ex-pecting a meeting with a foe.
RITT saw him stiffen in thatposition. A sombrero shadedhis eyes, and that was a cir-
cumstance against Frayne it heneeded to read his adversary's in-tent, But Frayne did not requirethat. Britt knew that the instantolther of Rankin's outstretched handsmoved Frayne would be drawing.The only movement in the saloon
was a quick swerve of the bartenderto dodge out of line and then runto the far end of the bar.••Rankin!" called Frayne in cold
expectation."Howdy? Who air you? " rejoined
the other gruffiy.•.You know me. Frayne:'••Aho. . . . Frayne, eh? Wal,
I kind of gIve you up. Fact is,I didn't expect you much, .Wanta tip a bottle with me? "UNo."••I aee. Heerd YOU'd sworn off
drlnkin'. Air you thinkln' of l'idin'away from Don Carlos rancho? ""No!'••Stay1n' on, huh!""Yes."••Wal, dIdn't HayW1\rd invite you
to leave the country? "••He did,"••An' didn't McCoy tell you thet I
said fer you to get out?"••Yes. That's why I'm here."••Frayne, I'll give you till sun-
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down to leave this range," yelledRankin stridently. Anger had suc-ceeded to surprise, but there was nosign of fear in the man. He hadgrown cunningly conservant of a~-tion, increasingly taut of trame. HISr izh t hand began to quiver.,;"Did I leave Dodge after I shot
your sticky-fingered pard?" tauntedFrayne.Rankin was game, but he betrayed
that he had gotten himself not onlyinto a disadvantageous posture butinto the certainty that he had tomeet Frayne alone. Nevertheless heaccepted it. He actually bristled.Britt saw his sombrero rise slightlyabove his opaque, formidable eyes.Swift as light then all his framejerked in downward action.Frayne's draw was too quick for
Britt's sight. But he saw the redspurt-the black burst-then heardthe boom.Rankin's terrific violence sustained
a sudden check. He sagged inwardagainst the bar. His head droppedso that the wide sombrero hid hisface. And his hand fell away fromhis half-drawn gun. A groan rum-bled out of him. He lodged there, ashrunken figure, strangely bereft ofhis sinister menace.Britt was not loquacious on the
march back to the barn. Nor did heallow either the raw gust of passionor the strong feeling of elation andrelief to clog his thinking machine.The situation required more than hebelieved anyone man could give it.Moreover, he was not in a concilia-tory mood. Brazos w 0 u 1d runamuck. McCoy did not stand theslightest chance of getting awaywith his life. Obviously the thingto do was to establish proofs ofFrayne's Innocence and McCoy'sguilt in front of these obsessed cat-tlemen and then avoid a generalpitched battle. This seemed unlike-ly. McCoy had a number of cow-boys with him, and there were halfa dozen with the cattlemen. AsBritt remembered It, Holly's fourremaining cowboys were Jim, Sky-lark, Stinger, and Gaines. What hadbecome of Joe Doane and Rebel?••Frayne, do yu reckon it'll ever
get as far as McCoy's c h a r g eagainst you? "••Never. His trump card is Russ
Slaughter. And I've a hun c hSlaughter will never get here.""Brazos! "••Yes. He's got something up his
sleeve."" Look! Down the lane! Frayne,
there's the ootfit. Shore, thet mustbe what makes Brazos so cocky:'••It's likely. Let's rustle along.
They're coming at a trot, packhorses an' all. They might start afight pronto."Britt jogged along behind Frayne.
They cut short across the fleld tothe barn, coming through the fencenear the door. The relative posi-tions of the several groups had notaltered much. McCoy sat SUllenlyaside from his cowboys. The cattle-men ceased a colloquy at Frayne'ssudden appearance on the runway,Britt whispered to Jim, ••Get backan' be ready for any thin':'
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"Tleah yu air, pard!" rang 011tBrazos in his lusty, piercing tenor... These heah conscientious cowmennever expected yu back a-tall. ButI knowed yu'd come:'McCoy rose to his Ieet, livid of
face, beginning to manifest a subtlechange of front. Brazos would haveheen disconcerting even to an hon-est man,"Frayne, you backed out of meet-
in' him?" he queried harshly.The answer he got from Frayne
WIlS a piercing, deadly stare. ButBritt thought it well to launch arelort."McCoy, is yore beady-eyed gun
slinger the best you can trot oot?"••Dead?" gasped McCoy."Bored plumb center. Hell, he
didn't have a chance:'
BRAZOS reacted to that with aringing laugh. He dominatedthe several groups, even Britt
and Frayne backing from his rest-less front. His gun swung low in itssheath. He had a second weaponstuck into the hip pocket of hisjeans. Britt smelled gunpowder onhim, then made the observation thathis belt was half emptied of shells.All the characteristic red had fadedfrom his face and his pallor en-hanced the smear of blood justunder his clustering hair.Clements coughed nervously and
advanced a step.••McCoy, press your charge now
against Frayne an' produce yourproofs. This deal will begin to lookqueer if you don't:'••Que e 1', eh?" sneered McCoy.
"Look out how queer you make it.I told you Slaughter has the proofs,"••But you told us you knew them,"
protested Clements dubiously.••Will you stop raggin' me an'
wait till Slaughter gets here?"yelled McCoy.Brazos leaped out in front of them
all with a gun in each hand.••Wal, heah comes Slaughter .
Don't nobody move a finger YuMcCoy hombres, I got eyes in theback of my haid. Somebody isgonna get bored:'Britt saw Brazos' outfit turning
from the lane into the barnyard.Jackson was on foot leading a packanimal with what looked like a manhanging tace and teet downwardfrom the saddle. Santone, Chero-kee, Tex and Mex Southard rodebehind the little Negro; and if everBritt saw a quartet that had beenin a fight he saw it then. Black,ragged, dusty, bloody-scarfed, theyresembled a crew of pirates. Behindrode Bluegrass, his face like a whitesplotch, reeling in his saddle.When this procession neared the
runway leading up to the barn doorBritt's startled gaze confirmed hisfirst glances at that object overJackson's saddle. It was a deadman whose blood dripped down uponthe flopping hands that dragged inthe dirt."Pile off, tellars,' called Brazos,
"an' come heah, . . . Jack, leadthat cayuse up,"The Negro complied. Britt stared
In sickening excitement. He couldnot see the head of the dead man,for that hung on the other side ofthe horse. But he knew who it was.••Dump hIm oft, Jack," ordered
Brazos.The Negro laid hold of the man's
hips and boosted him up so that heslid out of the saddle, to flop sodden-lyon the barn floor, scatteringblood in all directions. When thehorse got out of line Britt confirmedhis suspicion as to the dead man.Russ Slaughter presented a hideousspectacle.••Look, all of yu!" pealed the
ruthless showman .•• But keep back.Take a good look, yu cowboys an'cowmen, so yu'll see what can hap-pen to a cattle thief .••. See! He'aIIItretched hemp! This rustIln' gen-tleman was shot fust, an' hangedalive, then pumped full of lead! "In the horrified silence that trans-
:fixed the onlookers Brazos leapedover the dead man to align theghastly McCoy with his several:wooden-faced cowboys."Heah. McCoy, heah'll yore Rusl
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voice gaining the high-tensioned ringof cold steel. •.He had proofs. Aw,he shore hed. But of yore rottendeal with him! Russ must hovbeen a hombre who didn't trust yuor his memory. He jotted downevery steer, every calf, every dollar.All in a little book. An' I got thetbook! "Brazos grew terrible in his cold-
blooded fury. His young. clear-cutface had the look of an avenginggod,••Thet'U be aboot a II fer yu,
McCoy!" he hissed. ••Heah's onefer yore insult to Holly Ripple!'One gun crashed; McCoy, with anawful scream, spasmodically clappedhis hands to his abdomen. •.An'heah's fer yore old grudge an' dirtydeal to my pard, Renn Frayne!"The second gun crashed. McCoysank behind the cloud of smoke.Brazos leaped through that to pre-sent his smoking guns at Me'Coy'smen. ••Get a move on. Pronto! Ifyu ever meet a Ripple cowhandagain, go fer yore guns!"He drove them out of the barn.••Watch 'em, boys. If they look
back-shoot! ••Brazos wheeled to confront the
cattlemen, of whom Clements wasthe one most obviously shaken. Hequailed before the fire-eyed cowboy.••Clements, -- -- yore yellow
soul! I cain't be certain aboot howcrooked yu air. But yore name is inSlaughter's book. Yu bought cattleof him. . . . How yu explain thet? "••Un branded stock - I swear to
Gawd!" gasped out the cattleman •ashen hued behind his beard.••Aw, yu lie! I can see it in yore
eves. An honest man has not.hln'In fcar. But yu ain't honest. Yuknowed McCoy was crooked! "•.No-I swear-I didn't!""Wal, yu knowed Slaughter was... Oot with thet beIore I bore yu."•.Ycs-yes . . , I knew it:'••An' yu bought Ripple stock from
him?"•.I shet my eyes. . . . All un·
branded calves-yearlings:'••Ah-huh. Wal, I'll bore yu just
fer luck .... But if yu hadn't beenmean in yore talk to Miss Ripple Imight hev let yu off:'"0, my Gawd! Keene! Keene!"Brazos' gun crash cut short that
impassioned and desperate appeal.••Rustle, yu conscientious cowmen,
before I cut loose. We got McCoycom in' an' gain'. We have writtenproofs. We hev Saunders' confes-sion. Mill over thet, yu wise rangegaloots. . . . An' pack these daidhombres away on their hawses, on-less yu want them throwed to thehawgs."Half an hour later Brazos stepped
to the side of a fresh, mettlesomehorse that Santone had fetched tothe bunkhouse. A light pack anda canteen were significantly boundupon the saddle. Brazos mountedwith his slow, inimitable grace.••Whoa, Bounce, or I'll rake yu,'
he called as he pulled the big baydown with an iron arm. ••So long,Jim, Rebel-all yu sons of guns!"They muttered a farewell that
they neither sanctioned nor ap-proved of. Their acquiescence hadin it something of Brazos' detach-ment. Cowboys had to rfde away.They bowed to the fate and thegreatness of their comrade.BrItt and Frayne crowded close.
Britt was silent because he couldnot speak, while Frayne stared upwith mute sorrow and a gatheringdark understanding in his gaze."Pard, do me a favor," went on
Brazos, his lean hand going toFrayne's shoulder. ••If yu - an'Holly ever hev a boy - call himBrazos."Then with a clink of spurs and a
clatter of hoofs he was off, swift asthe wind. They watched him crossthe road and stretch out upon thegray range, headed for the pass andthe long, lonely trail to Texas.
DAYS passed, June warmedinto JUly. Far and .widespread the fame of Holly
Ripple's cowboys. Both factions inthe Lincoln county war sought towin them to their side. A month ofpeace had lulled the riders back intotheir old lazy ways. They rode, theybet, they played tricks, they watchedthe cattle, they reveled in theirdearly won independence and therespect and aloofness of the range.Holly's birthday rolled around,
and the event this year was to cele-brate her wedding. Only the cow-boys and her few neighbor friendswere invited.Britt, who felt himself responsible
for this great and happy event, leftthe restless. primping, Whisperingcowboys to go up to the ranch-house. There he found Holly radi-ant at the close of preparations,ready almost to consign herself toAnn and Conchita.••0, Cappy, the girls are going to
dress me now!" she cried. "WillRenn like me?"At that juncture Ride 'Em Jack·
son came puffing to the living roomdoor. where he pounded.••What you want, Jack?" queried
Britt.••Who ia it? 0, Jackson! You
poor fellow! What are you pantingabout?" exclaimed Holly.••Missy Ripple-I's done - power-
ful-sorry. I sho' is," panted Jack-Son, solemnly roIling his eyes.••Sorry! What for?"••I's the bearer of turrible sad
news."••Jack, get out; this is no time to
worry Miss Ripple," protested Brittangrily. The Negro was serIous andprobably had lome dismaying newsthat might just as well be left untilsome other time.••Dis message comes from Mallsa
Renn:'••Renn! For goodness sake!"
cried Holly excitedly. ••What Is it,Jackson? "••He say to tell yo' dat he's tur-
rible sorry dat he eain't marry yo'today:'"0, mercy! Britt-Ann, did you
h~ar, ;ra~~s9n1. H~aWl.1lJa ~hllt !J tt
now? 0, I never felt sure of RcnnjHe'll ride away-leave me--""Nonsense, H 0 11 y ," interposed
Britt. .. Don't takc on so. It cain'tbe any thin' serious. Why, less tha~an hour ago I saw Renn so locoed htllcouldn't heah the boys. Mad abootyou, Holly. I never saw a man so.happy."" Mad? Happy? Then why or.
earLh. . Jackson, you staringebony lunkhead! Why can't Frayntllmarry me today?"" 'Cause, missy, dere's a raid on dOll
cattle. Santone jest rode in. H~toJe us. Oat by Gray hill. Gosh! Inebber seen Massa Renn so mad.He cuss turrible. 'Hell's fire! Cain'tdey gib me a day to be married?'""But Jack-he didn't ride off?"
wailed Holly."Yessum, he sho' did. Wif de
whole ootfit all dressed up. An' I'llsho' hev to rustle to ketch them.""Did he say - when he'd coma
back?" asked Holly faintly.••He say to tell yu he cain't bll
sho'. Mebbe tomorrow. Mebbo not:'Holly fell into a magnificent rag~
-the first Britt had ever seen henexhibit. At first she was so speech-Jess she could only throw things.But soon she burst out: .. 0, damnlhe cattle! -Wha t do 1 care forcattle? ... On my wedding day!He leaves me to chase rustlers! 0,to hell with my cattle! I want tobe married. I want my husband! ••"Missy, I sho' forget," said the
Negro. "He say fer yu to wave yo'scarf-like yo' always do. But yo'mus' hurry bcfo' dey's oot of sight:'••No! I won't. Wave to him-
when he deserts me for some miser-ahlc cows? I sec myself. . . . 0,Britt, it must be very had! A bil:mid' Renn would not leave me oth-erwise.. . Wherc's my scar('?;Ann--Conchila-my scarf, you nin-nics! "
HOLL - ran to And fro, weer-irig, wringing her hands, wildwith mingled emotions. Pres-
ently she snatched the scarf fromAnn and fled precipitately out on.the porch. Britt ran after her. Offthe porch she leaped, into the open.path, her arms aloft, her beautifuleyes strained.The range was empty. But in th.
path, not twenty rods down the gen-tle slope, Holly espied a processionof marching cowboys, with Renn,Frayne at their head, looking hand-some, f 0 0 1ish, and unutterably,happy.Holly backed with a scream until
she reached the porch steps, whereshe sat down suddenly. The scarffeU to the ground. A flash ofjoy quickly left her face. Britt wastransfixed by the black, dilated eyes.She was a tragic, savage child.••Hello, Holly!" cried out Frayna
as he neared her. ••How do I-w~look? We're early. But couldn'twait."•. It's-a trick," panted Holly.••Trick? Indeed not. This wed-
ding is the most serious, the mostbeautiful, the most glorious--"••Devil!" shrieked Holly.••What?" gasped Renn blankly,••Perfidious wretch! "At that he could only stare down
at her. The smile left his face.••Villain! "••Holly, whatever it is-I am inno-
cent," declared Frayne."Innocent! When you sent that
grinning demon of a nigger up hereto tell me you couldn't marry metoday? Rustlers! You had to rideoff. You couldn't get back-maybenot tomorrow! 0, how could you?,Such a horrible trick! Can't youcowboys tell what is tun-and whatis cruel? . • . It broke my heart.I-I'll never marry you now."Frayne jumped up to give the
rolling Jackson a resounding kick.••You black rascal! Come heret. . . Tell her, on your knees, or.I'll beat you half to death!"He dragged the convulsed Negro
to Holly's feet, where she regardedhim with parting lips and startledeyes.••Good Lud-Missy Holly . . . I
done knowed-dis would fall on my'haid. But Brazos made me do it:'••Brazos?" cried Holly.••Yassum. Brazos. Dat tow-haided
debbil. He done it all before he left,Missy Holly. He planned de trick-swored us all in-an' made me t'inknobody but me could fool yo'. . . •I's sorry. I is."••Jackson, get up off your knees,"
returned Holly .•• I forgive you. Butonly because Brazos trapped you inone of his infernal tricks:'"Holly," saId Frayne, ••I'd fcel
better if you substituted some nicenames for those you called me."••Renn! " she Whispered."That's fair:'"Darling! "••Better. But try again."••Sweetheart! "Frayne appeared overcome with
her sweet coquetry, under whichbreathed a passionate tenderness.He could only press her dusky headto his lips.
(Copyright: 1936: By Zane Grey.)
[THE END.]
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