THE CIMARRON NEWS, BOISE CITY, OKLAHOMA
ZEN OF THE Y. D
flo'Vel ©/* the Foothills
By ROBERT STEAD
Author of "The Cotu "Puncher" — "The Homesteaders'* — "fleidhborf" etc,
CoprHrKt by ROBERT STEAD
MARY %
:i SUCCEEDS jg
ON
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LIFE IN THE OPEN
Life In the open through the
eye* of an author who Is at once
a niun of affair* and a poet—
that h "Zen of the YD," by Rob-
ert Stead. It's an adventurous
life, for the tctnt In the Cana-
dian Went, where the open spaces
■ re wide and the people ffrow
large and Individual to (III them.
The author was born In Mani-
toba and has traveled all over
that province and Alberta and
Saskatchewan Belling nutomo-
hlles, ao he knows the country
well. Moreover, he's been a
newspaper man In several cities
of western Canada. And now
he's an official of the Immigra-
tion and colonization department
of the Canadian government.
But It Is as a port that Mr. Staid
Is best known; he Is the author
of "The Empire Hullders" and
many uncollected poems.
Zen of the Y.I). Is the girl of
the story. The Y.I), ranch Is bo
big and so well known that Y.L).
Is the only nany; current In the
country round for the ranch, old
Y.D. himself and Ills daughter.
There are four men that Zen has
to manage—Transley, dominant
and efficient; Under, substantial,
but not self-assertive; Drazk, Ir-
responsible nnd vicious; Grant,
erratic, but lovable. And 5Cen has
her troubles doing that managing.
CHAPTER I
"Chuclc at the Y.D. tonight, find a
feed under the shingles," shouted
Transley, waving to the procession to
be off.
Linden, foreman and head teamster,
straightened up from the half load
of new hay In which he had been
awaiting the llnal word, tightened the
lines, made n clucking sound In his
throat, and the horses pressed their
shoulders Into the collars. Ltnder
glanced b«pk to see each wagon or
Implement take up the slack with a
jerk like the cars of a freight train;
the cushioned rumble of wagon wheels
on the soft earth, atid the noisy chat-
ter of the Bteel teeth of the hay-
rakes came up from the rear. Trans-
ley's "outfit" was under way.
Transley was a contractor; a mas-
ter of men nnd of circumstances. Six
weeks before, the suspension of a
grading order had left him high and
dry, with a dozen men and as many
teams on his hands and hired for the
season. Transley galloped all that
night into the foothills; when he re-
turned next evening he hnd a con-
tract with the Y.D. to cut all the liny
from the ranch buildings to the Forks.
Transley tradol his dump scrapers
for mowing machines, and three days
later his outfit wns at work In the
upper renches of the Y.D.
The contract had been decidedly
profitable. Not an hour of broken
weather had Interrupted the opera-
tions, and today, with two thousand
tons of -hay lit stack, Transley was
moving down to the headquarters of
the Y.D. The '.rail lay along a broad
valley, warded on either side by
ranges of foothills; hills which In any
other country would have been digni-
fied by the name of mountains. From
their summits the gray-green up-tilted
limestone protruded, whipped clean of
soil by the chinooks of centuries.
Here and there on their northern
slopes hung a beard of scrub timber;
sharp gulle.vs cut Into their fast-
nesses to bring down the turbulent
waters of their snows.
Some miles to the left of the trail
lay the bed of the Y.D,, fringed with
poplar and cottonwood and occasional
dark green splashes of spruce. Be-
yond the bed of the Y.D., beyond the
foothills that looked down upon It,
hung the mountains themselves, their
giant crests pl'lched like mighty tents
drowsing placidly between earth and
heaven. Now their four o'clock veil
i>f blue-purple mist lay filmed about
their shoulders, hut Inter they would
stand out In bold silhouette cutting
Into the twilight sky. Everywhere
the silences of the eternal, broken
only by the muffled noises of Trans-
ley's outfit trailing down to the Y.D.
Under, foreman nnd head teamster,
cushioned his shoulders against his
half load of ha/ and contemplated the
scene with ami-able satisfaction. The
hay fields of the foothills had been a
pleasant chance from the railway
grades of the plains below. Men and
horses hnd fattened and grown con-
tent, and the foreman had reason to
know that Transley's bank account
had profited by the sudden shift in
his operations. Llnder felt in his
pocket for pipe and matches; then,
with a frown, withdrew his fingers.
He himself had laid down the law that
there tuu^t be ao smoking in the hay
fields. A carl lessly dropped match
might In an hour nullify all their
labor.
Linder's frown hnd scarce vanished
when hoof!>eatt  pounded by the side
of his wagon, and a rider, throwing
himself lightly from his horse, dropped |
beside him In  he hay.
"Thought I'd ride with you a spell,
Lin. Thnt Pete-horse nets like he was
goin' sore on the off front foot. * Chuck
at the Y.D tonight?"
"That's what Transley Bays, George,
and he knows."
"Ever et a'; 'Ue Y.D.f
"Mope."
"Know old Y.D.?"
"Only to know his name Is good on
it check, nnd they say lie still throws
u good rope."
George wriggled to a more comfort-
able position In the hay. He had a
feeling that he was upproachlng a
delicate subject with consummate
skill. After a considerable silence he
continued:
"They say that's quite a girl old
Y.D.'s got."
"Oh," said Llnder, slowly. The
occasion of the soreness In 'hat I'ete-
horse's off front foot was becoming
apparent.
"You better stick to Peter," Llnder
continued. "Women is most uncer-
tuln critters."
"Don't I know It?" chuckled George,
poking the foreman's ribs companion-
ably with his elbow. "Don't I know
It?" he repeated, as his mind appar-
ently ran back over some reminiscence
that verified Linder's remark. It was
evident from the pleasant grlinuces of
George's face that whatever be hnd
suffered from the uncertain sex was
forgiven.
"Say, Lin," he resumed after an-
other pause, and this time -in a more
confidential tone, "do you s'pose
Trnnsley's got a notion that way?"
"Shouldn't wonder. Transley al-
ways knows what lie's doing, and why.
Y.D. must be worth a million or so,
and the girl is'all he's got to leave It
to. Besides, no doubt she's well worth
having on her own account."
"Well, I'm sorry for the boss."
George replied, with great soberness.
"I alius hate to disappoint the boss."
"Huh I" said Llnder. He knew
George Drazk too well for further
comment. After his unlimited pride
In and devotion to hla horse, George
gave liis heart unreservedly to wom-
ankind. He suffered from no cramp-
ing niceness in his devotions; that
would have limited the play of his
passion; to him HI women were alike
—or nearly so. And no number of re-
"Do You Suppose Transley's Got a
Notion That Way?"
huffs could convince George that he
was unpopular with the objects of his
democratic affections. Such a conclu-
sion was, to him, too absurd to bi en-
tertained, no matter how many ex-
periences might support it. If oppor-
tunity offered he doubtless would pro-
pose to Y.D.'s daughter that very night
—and get a boxed ear for his pains.
The Y.D. creek had crossed. Its val-
ley, shouldering close against the base
of the foothills to the right. Here the
current hail created a precipitous cut-
bank, and to avoid It. and the stream
the trail wound over the side of the
hill. As they crested a corner the sil-
ver ribbon of the-Y.D. was unraveled
before them, and half a dozen miles
down its course the ranch buildings
Jay Clustered In a grove, of cotton-
woods and evergreens. All the great
valley lay warm nnd pulsating in a
flood of yellow sunshine; the very
earth seemed amorous and coutent in
the embrace of sun and sky. The
majesty of the view seized even the
nnpoetlc souls of Linder and Drnzk,
and because they had no other means
of expression they swore vnguely and
relapsed into silence.
•Hoof-beats again sounded by the
wagon side. It was Transley.
"Oh, here you are, Drazk. How
long do you reckon it would take you
to ride down to the Y.D. 011 that I'ete-
horse?" Transley was a leader of
men.
Dj azk's eyes sparkled* at the subtle
compliment to his horse.
"I tell you, boss," he said, "If there's
any Jackrabblts In the road they'll get
trampejl on."
"I bet they will," said Transley,
genially. "Well, you Just slide down
and tell Y.D. we're coming in. She's
going to be later than I figured, but 1
can't hurry the work horses. You
know that, Drazk."
"Sure I do, boss," said Drnzk, spring-
ing Into his saddle. "Just wat«h me
lose myself In the dust" Then, to
himself, "Here's where I beut the boss
to It."
The sun had fallen behind the moun-
tains, the valley was filled with
shadow, the afterglow, mauve and pur-
ple and copper, was playing far up the
sky when Transley's outfit reached
the Y.D. corrals. George Drazk had
opened the gate and waited beside It.
"Y.D. wants you an' Llnder to eat
with him at the house," he said ns
Transley hnlted beside him. "The rest
of us eat In the bunkhouse." There
was something strangely modest In
Drazk's manner.
"Had yours handed to you already?"
Llnder, managed to banter In a low
voice as they swung through the gate.
"II—1 j" protested Mr. Drazk. "a
fellow that ain't a boss or a foreman
don't get a look-In. Never even seen
her. . . , Come, you Pete-horse!"
It was evident George had gone back
to his first love.
The wagons drew up In the -yard,
and there was a fine Jingle of harness
ns the teamsters quickly unhitched.
Y.D. himself approached through the
dusk; his large frame and confident
bearing were unmistakable even In
that group of confident, vigorous men.
"Glad to see you, Transley," he said
cordially. "You done well out there.
'So, Linder 1 You made a good job of
it. Come up to the house—I reckon
the missus has supper waltin'. We'll
find a room for you up there, too; It's
different from heln' under canvas."
So saying, and turning the welfare
of the men and the horses over to his
foreman, the rancher led Transley and
Llnder along n path through a grove
of cottonwoods, across a footbridge
where from underneath came the
babble of water, to "the honse,"
marked by a yellow light which poured
through the windows and lost Itself
In the shadow of the trees.
The nucleus of the house was the
log cabin where Y.D. and his wife had
lived In their first married years. With
the passage of time additions had been
built to every side which offered a
| point of contact, but the log cabin still
remained the family center, and into
It Transley and Llnder were immedi-
ately admitted. The poplar floor had
long since worn thin, save at the knots,
and had been covered with edge-
grained fir, but otherwise the cabin
stood as It had for twenty years, the
whitewashed logs glowing In the light
of two, bracket lamps and the reflec-
tions from a wood fire which burned
merrily in the^stove. The skins of a
grizzly bear and a timber wolf lay on
the floor, and two moose heads looked
down from opposite ends of the room.
On the walls hung other trophies won
by Y.D.'s rifle, along with hand-made
bits of harness, lariats, and other In-
signia ot the ranchman's trade.
| The rancher took his guests' hats,
and motioned each to a seat. "Moth-
er," he said, directing his voice Into
an adjoining room, "here's the boys."
In a moment "Mother" appeared
drying her hands. In her appearance
were courage, resourcefulness, energy
—fit mate for the man who had made
the Y.D. known in every big cattle
market of the country. As Linder's
eye caught her and her husband in the
same glance his mind Involuntarily
leapt to the suggestion of what the off-
spring of such a pair must be. The
men of the cattle country have a
proper appreciation of heredity. . . .
"My wife—Mr. Transley, Mr. Lln-
der," said the rancher, with a courtli-
ness which sat strangely on his other-
wise rough-and-ready speech. "I been
tellln' her the fine job you boys has
made in the hay fields, an' I reckon
she's got a bite of supper waitin' you."
"Y.D. has been full of your praises,"
said the woman, as she led them into
another room, where a table was set
for five. Llnder experienced a tang
of happy excitement as he noted the
number. Llnder allowed ftimself no
foolishness about women, but, as he
sometimes sagely remarked to George
Drazk, you never can te.U what might
happen. He shot 0 flulck glance at
Transley, but the Contractor's face
gave no sign. Even a  he looked Lln-
der thought what an able face It was.
Transley was not more than twenty-
six, but forcefulness, assertion, ability,
stood In every line of his clean-cut
features. He was such a man as to
capture at a blow the heart of old
Y.D., perhaps of Y.D.'s daughter.
"Where's Zen?" dtmantled the
ran "her.
"Rlte'll be here presently," his wife
replied. "We don't have Mr. Transley
and Mr. Llnder every nigrrt, you know,"
she added, with a smile.
"D)lling up," thought Linder. "Trust
a wctnan never to miss a bet."
Buf at that mornept a iVoor opened,
and fhe girl appeared. The did not
burst upon them, ns Linda? had half
expected; she slipped qt. letly and
gracefrlly into their presence. She
was dtvssed in black, in * costume
which did not too much ecnceal the
charm flf her figure, and the rethrown
luster cf her face and hair played
against the sober background of her
dress wPJi an effect flint was almost
dazzling.
"My daughter, Zen," said Y.D. "Mr.
Transley, Mr. Llnder."
She shook hands frankly, first with
Transley, then with Llnder, as had
been the order of the Introduction.
She gave the Impression of one who
has herself, and the situation, in
hand.
"We're always glad to have guests
at the Y.D." she was saying. "We
live so far from everywhere."
"LlivJer thought that a strange peg
on whlcftv to 'iMg: their welcome. But
she was continuing:
"And you have been so successful,
haven't you? You have made quite a
hit with Dad."
"How about Dad's daughter?"
njsked Transley. Transley had a man-
ner of direct and forceful action.
These were his first words to her.
Llnder would not have dared be so
precipitate.
"Perhaps," thought Llnder to him-
self, as he turned the Incident over in
his mind, "perhaps that is why Trans-
ley Is boss, and I'm Just foreman."
The young woman's behavior seemed
to support that conclusion. She did
not answer Transley's question, but
she gave no evidence of displeasure.
"You hoys must be hungry," Y.D.
was saying. "Pile In."
The rancher and his wife sat at
the ends of the table; Trangley on the
side at Y.D.'s right; Llnder at Trans-
ley's right. In the better light Llnder
noted Y.D.'s face. It was the face of
a man of fifty, possibly sixty. Life
In the open plays strange tricks with
the appearance. Some men It ages
before their time; others seem to tap
a spring of perpetual youth. Save for
the gray mustache and tha puckerings
about the eyes Y.D.'s was still u
young man's face. Then, as the ranch-
er turned his head, Linder noted a
long scar, as of a burn, almost grown
over in the right cheek. . . . Across
the table from them sat the girl, im-
partially dividing her position between
the two.
A Chinese boy served soup, and the
rancher set the example by "piling
in" without formality. Then followed
a huge Joint of beef, from which Y.D.
cut generous slices with swift and
dexterous strokes of a great knife,
and the Chinese boy added the vege-
tables from a side table. As the meat
disappeared the call of appetite be-
came less Insistent.
"She's been a great summer, ain't
she?" said the rancher, laying do.wn
his knife and fork and lifting the I
carver. "Transley, some more meat? j
Pshaw, you ain't et enough for a
chicken. Linder? That's right, pass |
up your plate. Powerful dry, though.
That'a only a small bit; here's a bet-j
ter slice here. Dry summers gen'ral- 1
ly mean open winters, but you can't
never tell. Zen, how 'bout you? Old
Y.D.'s been too long on the job to |
take chances. Mother? How much i
did you say, Transley? About two
thousand tons? Not enough. Don't
care if I do"—Helping himself to an-
other piece of beef.
"I think you'll find two thousand
tons, good hay and good measure-
ment," said Transley.
"I'm sure of it," rejoined his host,
generously. "I'm carryln' more steers
than usual, and'il maybe run in a
bunch of doggies from Manitoba to
boot. I got to have more hay."
The Chinese boy served a pudding
of some sort, and presently the meal
was ended.
"She's been a dry summer—power-
ful dry," said the rancher, with a wink
at his guests. "Zen, I think there's a
bit of gopher poison in there yet, ain't
there?"
The girl left the room without re-
mark, returning shortly with a jug
and glasses, which she placed before
tier father.
"I suppose you wear a man's size,
Transley," he said, pouring out a big
drink of brown liquor, despite Trans-
ley's deprecating hand. "Linder, how
many fingers? Two? Well, we'll
throw in the thumb. Y.D.? If you
please, just a little snifter. All set?"
The rancher rose to his feet, and
the company followed his example.
"Here's ho!—and more hay," he
said, genially.
"Ho!" said Llnder.
"The daughter of the Y.D.!" said |
Transley looking across the table at
the girl. She met his eyes full; then,
with a gleam of white teeth, she raised
an empty glass and clinked it against
his.
By LAURA MILLER
(£), 1 a - 4. by Uiura Miller
"GOING 'EM ONE BETTER"
IN THE POST OFFICE
"I can do what anyone else can do,"
a small girl out In Arkansas took as
her motto. Then she added to it, "If
It's worth while I cun even go 'em one
better 1"
Thereupon life "called her bluff"
as the boys say. Lucymay Schaer
had started the family record by be-
ing the lirst of five small Schuerg.
Site was within un ace of winning a
coveted school record at graduation,
when—failure, aa empty family purse.
Lucymay landed a teacher's job.
Then the Hot Springs paper- did I
say Lucymay lived In Arkansas down
at the very end of a branch railroad?
—carried a letter from Uncle Sam to
Lucymay. Extra luck? Hardly. It
was just an announcement of exam-
inations for post office clerks. Lucy-
may felt a bit of a thrill when she
went Into a "first-class office" of the
United States government.
Then, "women can't earn their sal-
aries," she was Informed, but she set
herself to qualify for a special clerk-
ship. The department rules that a
clerk must handle letters at the rate
of 16 per minute. Miss Schaer aver-
ages 00 per minute, and has, on test*,
climbed up to 72 without error. But
she held no political "pull," and spe-
cial clerkships were jobs handed to
the faithful. She stuck to the job.
Four years ago came the merit rul-
ing: semi-annual examinations to de-
termine those eligible for special clerk-
ships. "When my winning day ar-
rived," she says, "it was <n merit
alone."
Outside the office she has mothered
two younger sisters, gone into the
local Y. W. C. A. and learned team
work by gaining members for the post
office clerks' organization. When a
new organization that seejts out suc-
cessful women reached Hot Springs, It
didn't require political pull to make
Lucymay • Schaer successively local
and state president of the Business
and Professional Women's club. She
still holds, so far as site knows, the
post office record. "Of post office
work," she says, "I believe a r°od
woman worker can succeed better than
a man. Her hands are quicker and
her brain travels faster." And as for
living in the smaller place she sug-
gests, "One must prepare herself for
a special line to succeed."
Here's the time-old situation—
two eligible men and an attrac-
tive heiress. Which one will get
her?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Getting New Ones
Major Muggs, retired, was playing
his usual IS holes before lunch, but
wns a long way below his usual stand-
ard, making many bad shots.
In consequence of this his temper,
never one of the best, became some-
what ruffled, and his anger increased
when he noticed that a man was fol-
lowing from hole to hole. At last th«
major could stand it no longer.
"What the devil are you looking
at?" he burst out
"Looking, sir," replied the man, TI
ain't looking. I'm listening."
"MANY A MICKLE MAKES
A MUCKLE"
If Old-Lady Fortune ever provided
you with an automobile headed 'way
south on the Dixie highway, you dis-
covered a clean white-and-green town
which set you to wondering who had
a hand in making Orlando, Fla., un-
usual.
Well, one of the makers, who yet In-
sists that her part Is only a minor
one, Is named Julia Chapman. It's
the spirit she's put into her two jobs
rather than the size of her bank ac-
count that you find yourself Interested
In. For she sells tickets in the rail-
road station and insurance and loans
on those white Orlando houses. Those
sound like unexciting occupations to
carry on in the home town, don't
they? Unlikely to bring success or
fame or even contentment?
Miss Chapman developed the habit
of doing the little things to the best
of her ability. As Just one result, the
card of her insurance company now
carries in the upper right-hand corner,
"Julia K. Chapman, Sec. and Treas."
Orlando, a village when little Julia
Chapman, twelve years old, was or-
phaned, as a winter resort now at-
tracts thousands of tourists. Miss
Chapman sees In her ticket office work
not a monotonous, hateful job, but a
chance to help all who enter the of-
fice; an opportunity to take especial
care of the gj'eut number of the white
haired who come hinting sunshine to
warm old bones or to cure deep-seated
old-age diseases.
She must have made a pleasant
memory in the minds of many ot the
10,000 who annually pass her window.
For she has discovered that all over
the United States have spread stories
of the efficiency of her office.
The war crystallized this reputa-
tion. Uncle Sam, through the railroad
administration, beckoned a lean finger
at Julia Chapman and said, "I need
you." A ticket sellers' school for
young women was established at At-
lanta.- Miss Chapman trained the giris
to help win the war by selling rail-
road tickets—not just any way, but
Julia Chapman's way.
Whatever success and recognition
have come, she feels, are based on the
fact that "I have made good in the
town I've lived in sinco I was 'nine
years old. Ayoung woman In a Flor-
ida town has great advantages she
could not find in a strange city. Here
she can grow and expand as the town
does."
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"Why didn't you stop when I slg- :
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"Well," replied Mr. Chuggins, "It
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shame to stop her merely to avoid • 
little thing like being arrested."
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