The May Bugle (May, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 44, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 26, 1923 Page: 3 of 8
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THE MAY BUGLE, MAY, OKLAHOMA
Rimrock Trail
CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
She snld good-by to Molly, who had
swiftly changed out of her riding
clothes Into a gown that looked
simple enough to Sandy, though hi
sensed there were touches about li
By J. ALLAN DUNN
AsUkot of "A Man n Hu Mam.' at*.
Oopyrlgbi, Li/22, by J. Allan 1 man
Miranda revised her opinion. The
Nicholsons, It came out, had been a
that differentiated It from anythin* family of some consequence and n
turned out locally. With the drew fair degree of riches In South Cnro-
she looked more womanly, older, thar Una before un unfortunate specula-
te the boyish breeches. Miss Nlcl/ol tlon had taken everything,
son had made some changes also, bui f Kate Nicholson, left alone soon
she hud a chameleon-like faculty 01 afterward, bad assumed the role of
blending with the background thn- governess or companion with more or
preserved her alike from being crltl less success and drifted on, sub-
clzed or conspicuous. As she shod merged In the families who had used
hands with Miranda the two present
ed marked contrasts. Mlrnnda wa;
twentleth-century-western, of equa
rights and equal enterprise; Mis-
Nicholson mld-Victorlan. with nh mon
her services, until Keith had secured
iier for the post with Molly when
things had seemed particularly bluck.
Now, riding with Molly, with Satn and
Sandy for escorts, over the open runge
1C MO, SOIl IIIIU- V ICIOI mu. »*>•“ - , -
use for a vote than for one of Sandy’* or up Into the canyons, on picnics, the
guns. Yet likable. •’4"
“I’m going to Daddy’s grove,” sab
Molly, when Miranda had tlivverei
off. ‘‘I wish the three of you woul
come there to me In about ten uiln
utes. Miss Nicholson, ever.vh >dy’s a
home here. Please do anything yoi
want to, nothing you don’t want to.’
At the end of the ten minutes tin
three men walked together toward
the cottonwoods. Grit was lying or
the grave, and they snw Molly kneel
lng by the little railing. They nil
vanned silently over the turf one
stood In n group about her with thel
hats off and their heads bowed. Grl
made no move and Molly did not look
up for two or three minutes. Then
she greeted them with a smile. Then
were no tenr-slgns on her face thougl
her eyes were moist.
"I wanted to tlioiik you all," she
years slid off from her. She laughed
understundingly and tulked spontane-
ously. Evenings, when they would
return to the disconsolate Mormon,
who bewailed openly his lack of
Saddle ease, they found, two nights
out of three, Miranda Halley, sclf-
el/nrloted In her tllvvei with offerings
>f cake and doughnuts to supplement
Pedro’s still uncertain effor
Molly chuckled once to Sandy.
‘‘Miranda’s a dear,” she said. “1
wish she’d marry Mormon. Hut Knte
Nicholson Is u far better cook than
she Is. Only she won’t do anything
for fear of hurting M’ uudu’s feel-
ings.”
Yet the governess did cook on occa-
sion, trout that they caught In the
mountain streuins, and camp biscuits
and fragrnnt coffee when they made
excursions, so deft n presiding genius
if the camp-fire that Sam declared
said, “and to toll you how glad I am ! ,he belonKed to Sageland.
to he back. I have met lots of people,
of nil sorts nnd kinds, hut not one of
”1 love It,” she answered, sleeves
ucked to the elbow, stooping over the
them who could hold a candle to any of rtre her faee -ull of color, fucklnt, a
you three kind, true-hearted friends vaffrnnt w[8p 0f hair Into placo.
I wanted to do It here where Daddy !•••••••
Is In the place you gave him and | Sum hnd stopi ed playing, Knte
made for him under the trees, close Nicholson was weaving chords In mu-
to the running water. I wns only a unknown to those who listened.
girl—a kiddle—when I went away. I
think I am a great deal older now.
perhaps, than other girls of my age.
And I realize all you have done for
me. The onlx thing Is, I don’t know
how to begin to thank you."
■Aive that It seemed to speak some
common language that had been for-
gotten clnce childhood. The Are shift-
ed, there wns silence In the big room.
Mormon sat shading his face, Miranda
Halley beside him, her knitting Idle.
Sh^ went to Mormon nnd took hold Srim lounged In a shndy corner near
of both his hands, her head raised, j the harmonium. Grit lay asleep. It
lips curved to kiss him. Mormon
stooped and turned his weathered
cheek, but Molly kissed him full on
the lips. So with Sam, despite the
was Infinitely peaceful.
There was the sound of a motor
outside, the honk of a horn. The door
opened and a man came In, gnzlng un-
enormous mustache. Then she came certainl.v about him In the half-light—
to Snndy, taller than the others, his , Westlake.
face grave, under control, the eager-
ness smothered In his eyes, desire
checked by reverence for the pure uf- j,r0up.
"Thls Is the Three Star. Isn’t It?"
he naked, evidently puzzled at the
fectlon of the offered salute. He fan-
cied that her lips trembled for a mo
ment as they rested softly warm, upon
his own. Hut the tremor might have
been Ills own. He knew his henrt was
pounding ngnlnst the slight touch of
her slenderness Hint was manifest
with womanhood. Ills arms ached
with the restraint he set upon them.
In the presence of Mormon and Sam.
“I’ve brought som / things for you,”
said Molly. "Just presents that I
bought In shops. Hut I wanted to
thnnk you out here where Daddy lies.”
She sought their glunces, searching to
see If thfey understood, satisfied.
“We’re sure glad to git back the
Mascot of the Three Stur," said Mor-
mon.
"An’ the sooner you git through
bein’ eddlcated an’ come hack fo'
keeps, the better,” amended Sam.
"I think you have been my mascot
rather than me yours. I’ve still got
my luck piece," and she pulled out
< f her neck, suspended by a fine chain
of gold, the gold piece with which
Sandy hnd won the stake that had
started her east. "Now show me all
the Improvements. We'll get Kate
Nicholson. She’s a first-class scout If
you ever get her out of the shell she
crawled Into n long time ago when
her folks suddenly lost everything
they hnd. If we had a piano, Sam.
she’s play the soul out of your body.
Walt until she gets at the harmonium
tonight. You nnd she will hnve to
play duets, Sam, you on the three-
ileokeff harmonica 1 got for you.”
“Aw. shucks!” protested Sam. “I’m
no musician.”
"You nre,” she «ald gnyly. "Yon
are tny Three Wise Men of the West.
You nre all magicians. You took me
out of the. desert, you have made life
beautiful for me. Don’t dispel the
Illusion, Soda-Water Sam. I’d rather
hear you play ‘121 Capltun' than
listen to the Philharmonic orchestra."
“Whatever that Is," answered Sum.
CHAPTER XVII
Westlake Brings News.
In the week that followed, the part-
ners of the Three Stur managed to
find niuny hours for holiday-making.
The ranch run well on Its own rou-
tine, nnd Molly wus n princess to he
entertained. Knte Nicholson emerged
from her chrysalis and became almost
a butterfly rather thn.1 the pale gray
moth they hud funded her. Even
Sandy lit the big lamp as they all
rose, Grit nosing the engineer, accept-
ing him.
“Sure Is,” he said. “You know Miss
Halley, Westlake? Miss Keith an’
Miss Nicholson, Mr. Westlake. They
both know something ubout you.
Come to stn/, I hope."
Ills voice was cordial ns he gripped
Westlake’s hand, though the remem-
brance of what Snin had said at the
ruining camp leaped up within him.
Westlake nnd Molly! Here was a
man who might mate with her, might
silt her wonderfully well. Upstand-
ing, eduented, no lightweight pleasnre-
seeker, as he estimated Ronald Keith.
Here was a complication In his
dreams of happiness that he hud lost
sight of.
“If you can put up with me, for a
hit,” snld Westlake. "I've come partly
on business, Bourke. I’ve left Cnsey
Town. I cam- ove: with n machine
from the garage at Hereford. Til
get my things nnd send him back.”
Snndy went outside with him nnd
helped him with his grips. The ma-
chine started.
"Quit Keith?" nsked Sandy.
"Yes; we hnd a misunderstanding.
About my staying here. Bourke. It
may be n bit awkward. Young Don-
ald Keith Intends coming over. I am
sure he doesn’t know n thing about
his father's business affairs. But I
hove a strong hunch that Keith him-
self will be along later to offset any
talk he thinks I may have with you.
He’ll figure I’ve come here. He doesn’t
know nil that I hnve found out, at
thnt. If It's likely to etnbnrrass you
or your guests In the least I'll go on
to Denver tomorrow. I’m bended that
way. I’ve got a South American
proposition in view. Wired them yes-
terday nnd may hear at nny minute."
“Shucks!” said Sandy. “Yo’re my
friend. Young Keith don’t Interest
me, save as Molly wants to entertnlr
him. I’m under no obligations to
Keith ldmse’f. Yo’re my guest an’
we’ll keep you's long we can hold
you in the corral."
“I hnd no lden Miss Cnsey would be
like—what she Is,” snld Westlake, as
Mlrnnda Bailey. Mormon In attend-
ance, came out of the house.
"Time fo’ me to be trailin’ back."
snhl the spinster. "Moon’s rlsln*.
Good night, Mr. Westlake. ^ See yon
ng'ln before you go, I hope.”
She climbed Into the machine,
which Mormon ernnked. It moved off.
Mormon wntchlng It. Then Snts came
out and Joined them.
"Gels gone to bed,” he announced.
“What’s Keith doin’ up to Casey
Town, Westlake?"
“It won't take long to tell you."
The four walked over to the corral
nnd the three partners climbed on the
top rail, ranch-fashion. Westlake
stood before them.
•Tractlcally all the gold found In
Casey Town comes from the main
gulch where the creek runs. The
gulch was once non-existent. It Is
likely there was a hill there. Its nub
was a porphyry cap; the rest of It
was composed of Inybrs of porphyry
and valueless rock dipping downward,
nested like saucers In the synclinal
layers. Ice and water wore off the
nuh and leveled the hill, then gouged
out the gulch. They ground away, In
my belief, all the porphyry that held
gold except the p tlons now lying
either side of the gulch.
’’It was the top luyers int held
the richest ore. Of those that nre
left only one carries It and that Is
the reef that outcrops here nnd there
both sides of the gulch. Tills Isn’t
theory. All strikes have been made
In this top layer. Where they have
sunk through to a lower jiorphyry
strntum they hnve found only Indica-
tions where they found anything nt
all. But the strikes were rich be-
cause sylvanltc Is one of tlie richest
of all gold ores. Some of the strikes
have been on the Keith Group prop-
erties. They have boosted the stock
of all of them.
"I hnve been developing these
group projects. The value of group
promotion, to the promoter, Is. flint
ns long as one claim shows promise,
the shares keep selling. The public
loves to gamble. Keith came hack
this trip nnd proposed to purchase a
lot of claims that nre nothing but plain
rock, surface dirt and sage-brush. He
can huy them for almost nothing. But
he does not propose to sell them for
that. He wns going to start another
group. He ordered me to make the
preliminary surveys.
“He knew one would hnve ns much
chance digging In a New York back
yard. I told him so. He has hls own
expert, and, If he didn’t tell him so
too, he’s a crook.
"Keith said he understood hls busi-
ness and suggested I should nttend
strictly to mine. I wns hot. 1 sug-
gested that wildcat development was
not my business. He called me a
quixotic young fool, among other
things, and I may have called him a
robbec. I’m not sure. Anyway, I
quit
"Tra comparatively n kid. But I
know what Is going on generally In
Casey Town. There hove been no
more strikes, for one thing; the dis-
coveries hnve nil been In the one
layer and they are gradually working
out. Keith would rather develop a
good property than n bad one. He
carries hls Investing clients from one
proposition to another. He never lias
to risk hls own money and he has
been lucky. He hns made money—
lots of It. Now, then, why does he
start wlldcattlng? I believe he’s been
stung somewhere. 1 know he’s been
fooling with oil stocks. Ills mail’s
full of It. And I believe he's been
bitten by the other fellow’s game
Instead of sticking to hls own.”
“It’s been done hefo’.”
“But that Isn’t nil.” Westlake
brought down his right fist Into the
palm of hls left hand for emphasis.
"Yesterday they closed up the stopes
In the Molly. Bonrded ’em oier. This
was done without consulting me. I
heard of It after I had walked out of
Keith’s otHce, resigned, or fired.
"Now, then—there’s no gold left
hack of the hoarding In those stopes—
practically none! The Molly Is played
out, picked like n walnut of Its meat!
If they do develop down to the sec-
ond porphyry level they won't find
anything to pay for the work. They
have taken nil the sylvnnlte out of
your mine and Keith Is trying to
cover up the fnct.”
Westlake stopptd nnd eyed them.
Sandy’s eyes closed slights
“Keith can’t help the mine peterin'
out,” he said. “Jest why Is be hidin’
It? So's he can unload?’’
"Plain enough. Now the Molly
mine stock Isn’t or. the market. It Is
all owne/fc ns I understand, by Miss
Cnsey and you three holding the con-
trolling liMerest, Keith the rest. It’s
been paying dividends from the start.
Keith will tij to unload. He may try
to sell It to you.”
"Not likely. He doesn't expect us
to have the money. We haven't. I
take It he can’t dump ’em In a hurry.
That’s why he's bourdin’ the stopes.
If he don't trull over here In a day
r r so I’ll shack over to Casey Town
fo’ n ll’l chat. Much obliged to you,
Westlake.”
Westluke nodded. He understood
that quiet druwl of Sandy’s. If the
11 1 chHt came off, Keith would not
enjoy himself, he fancied
“The question Is what move to
make an’ when to make It. If Molly
Is one thing sho Is game. We've got
a good deal out of the mine an' It’s
all come so fur from the sale of gold
to the mint, I take It. We don’t dubble
In stocks. We’re ahead. If the mine’s
gone bu’st she’s done nicely by us,
at that."
Back of Sandy’s talk thoughts
formed In hls brain that held a good
deni of comfort. Molly wns no longer
un heiress, If Westlake's news was
true. Molly would not have to go
hack east. Iler relations with th«
Keiths would 1k) broken.
“I Agger you’re right about Keith
trailin’ over here to sei If yo"'\«
showed,” Sandy went on. “That’s the
way I'd play him. As you suy, he's
got to git rid of hls shares quietly
nn’ he can’t do It In a rush. 1 don’t
wnnt to tell Molly she’s bu'stod until
we’re plumb certain. An’ Keith’s got
money of tiers. If be don’t allow In-
side of a couple of days I’ll take a
pnseur over to Casey Town an’ hnve
a U'l chat with him.
“Y'oung Keith sabe hls father’s
play?” asked Sandy.
“No.” Westlake spoke ■’'-cldedly.
“He’s not Interestid In mining. He’s
on the trlp because bis father holds
the purse strings. - He’s a good deal
of u cub. at present. I mean he don’t
show much Inclination to use hls
brains. He’s a likable kid In many
ways, but lie’s just u kid.”
" ’Tw’uldn’t be fair to hold nnythln’
ng’ln him, ’count of Ills breedin’,” snld
Sandy, “but colts that ain’t bred right
bear wutchln’. Now tell us some
about that South American berth of
yours. Westlake."
Westlake rrtlier ninrveled at tho
ease with which Snndy and bis chum.^
dismissed a matter that meant a ma-
terial loss of money to them, hut lie
had seen the light In Sandy’s eye nnd
he knew hls capacity for action when
the moment nrrhed. The four sat up
lute, talking of mining In vurious
ways nnd places.
"This Westlake homhre’ll go a long
ways," summed up Sam to Sandy nfter
Westlake had turned In and Mormon
had yawned himself off to bed. “llu
sure knows a heap, lie don’t brag, he’s
on the square, un’ lie ulu’t afraid of
work."
That Westlake won approval from
Molly, nnd also from Knte Nicholson,
wns patent before brenkfast was over
the next morning. A buyer came out
from Hereford demanding Sandy’s at-
tention and he stayed et the rnneh
while the three and Sam went off
saddleback. Westlake had expressed
a desire to see the ranch and Molly
I tad volunteered to display her own
renewed knowledge of It. The buyer
looked nt the Three Star stock with
expert eyes nnd mnde bids that were
highly satisfactory.
"Better beef, better prices, that’s
the modern slogun," he said at the
noon meHl with Sandy and Mormon.
“I Bee you believe In It. I lienrd some
talk In Hereford this morning of
trouble at one ranch not far from here.
A horse ranch run by a man nnmed
Pllmsoll. Waterline ranch, I think
they call It. I have a commission
from a tnnn In Chicago to look up
some horses for bin und I had heard
of Pllmsoll before, not over-fuvorabty.
I understand he tr not fussy over
brands.”
"He’s got n big herd,” suld Snndy
noncommltnlly. “ClHlms to round tip
-lick-ears—wild huwsses. What wus
the trouble?”
“General row nmong the crowd, fnr
as I could make out. Pllmsoll shot
nt one of hls men nnmed Wyatt. I
believe, anil started to run him off
the ranch. There were sides taken
nnd shots fired.”
"News to me," snld Snndy. He wns
not especially Interested In Waterline
happenings so long as .Pllmsoll re-
mained set. The buyer left and the
rest of the dny went slowly.
When the quartet returned, Molly
nnd Westlake were obviously more
than mere acquaintances. Sandy felt
out of the running, though Molly held
him In the conversation.
Miranda Bailey, driving over, cre-
ated n welcome diversion.
"I’ve brought a telegrnm out for
you, Mr. Westlake,” she said.
The engineer read it and pnsser It
to Molly. Sandy saw her face glow.
"That’s fine!" she exclaimed. "But
It means you’ve got to go. I’m sorry
for that.”
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
Feared the Worst.
Bluebclle had been to the football
game, but on tier way home she tucked
the college colors Into her pocket,
straightened her hut und merely pre-
sented the spectacle of an attractive
girl walking sedutely along with a
megaphone under her urni. Of course
the two girl mates who spied her did
not know where she had been. She
failed to see them.
“I wonder what Bluebelle wants
with a megaphone," whispered one.
"Me, too,” murmured the other.
"You seem disturbed about It."
"Well, I don’t like the Idea of her
buying u megaphone. Y’esterday I told
her un Important secret."
The first annual clearance sale has
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