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••'ten H»rvlce. '•But let's not talk o r feuds and fcllllnge,\ said Nnnce, laughing brightly as she hugged the child and rubbed his tousled head. \What do you think o f our country —Nameless river and the Deep Heart hills*\ \Beautiful. Sonny and I have traveled over • many a thousand • islles In the last two years, and we have yet to see a place more lovely—or lonely.\ \And can you hear the voices In the canyon7 You have to be still a long time—and then, after a while, they get louder and louder, ' as If a great concourse o f people were talking all at once.\ ' \You have a strange and weird 1 conception, Miss Allison,\ said Fair, \but I know what you mean. We hear them at night, Sonny and L\ \And thafs what I want to speak about, Mr. Fair,\ said Nance hesitatingly, \I've thought at night about—Sonny—alone—hearing the voices. Have you thought what I t might mean to a child?\ The man smoked awhile In si lence. \Yes he said at last, \I have. But It seems unavoidable. I have no place else to leave him.\ \Leave him with me I\ she cried, •^'pjtretchlng out a hand Imploringly, '.''Oh, leave him with mc—please! Td take such good care of him \ But Brand Fair shook his head, w \It does not scorn advisable, much as I appreciate your offer I can not tell you how much I do appre ciate It—but—I don't want any one to know that 1 have Sonny—that he Is i n the country a t all.\ Nance gazed at him wondcrlngly. \I don't understand It, \ she said slowly, \but you know bust Per haps It Is best that I don't under stand.\ \Perhaps said Fair; \but I hope you'll come to see us often— maybe some day you'll take a ride with us up to the head o f Blue Stone. I do quite a bit of exploring around and about. Wil l you come?\ Nance's, face flushed with frank pleasure. \Why I' d love it,\ she said \We'll cut up through Little Blue and I'll show you Grey spring and the Circle. Hud and I named s, *hem Wc found them three years ago.\ \Then we'l l < onslder ourselves en gaged, eli. Sonny'•\ smiled Fair. \Engaged to Miss Allisun fo r a long day's rldo?\ 'And will ynu bring some more cookies?\ asked the bo y lifting eager eyes to his adored. \Honey said Nance, kneeling to kiss him good-by, since she was making ready to leave, \Nance'd bring you anything she's got or could get. She'll bring us all a whole big lunch \ \Old-timer said Fair severely, \I'm ashamed o f you. We'll furnish some fish ourselves.\ He held out u hand and the girl laid her own i n It. For a little space they stood so, smiling into each other's eyes and neither know that magic was work ing among the gathering shadows. They seemed to be ol d friends, ns if they had known each other ages back, and the grip of their hands was a kindly thir,', familiar. Then a sud<' confusion took the gir l and she i . her lingers quick ly away. \I'l l come,\ she said , \next week —on Tuesday morning—early.\ \Good said Fair, \we'll be all ready.\ CHAPTER X She did not know why the tum bling stream sang a different song, or why the glow of light creeping down from the rlmrock along the western wall seemed more golden than before. She only knew that where her heart had lain In her breast calm and content with her labor and her majestic environment o f hills and river, there was now a strange surge and thrill which made her think o f the stars that sang to gether at the morning o f creation. Surely her treasured Book had something for each phase o f human ! life—comfort for Its sorrows divine j approval for its happiness. j So she rode, smiling, her hands '• folded on her pommel, listening to Brand Fair's easy speech, watch ing his shoulders moving lithely . under the blue flannel shirt, com paring him to the men she knew and wondering again why he was not like them. i They followed the stream some times, and again trotted across fiat, hard, sandy spaces where the floor of the canyon widened, and passed now nnd again the mouths o f small er cuts diverging from the main one. \About two miles from here,\ she told Fair, \we leave Blue Stone and take up Little Blue to the left. At Its head He Grey spring and the Circle. We'll make i t about noon.\ The sun was well down in the great gorge when they reached the opening o f Little Blue, and I n this smaller canyon which diverged sharply at right angles. It s golden light flooded to the dry bottom \Little Blue has no water to speak of,\ said Nance, \only holes here and there—but they are funny places, deep and full , and they seem to come up from the bottom and go down somewhere under the sand. They have current, fo r if you throw anything I n them I t will drift about, slow, and finally go down and never come up.\ \Subterranean flow,\ said Fair; \I've seen other evidences of I t In this country. Must have been vol canic some time.\ . The gorge lifted nnd widened and presently they passed several o f these strange pools, set mysterious ly In the shelving floor The towering walls fell away and they had the feeling o f coming up Into another world. Soli began to uppear I n place o f the abundant blue sand, and trees and grass clothed the Poor In ever increasing beauty Fair drew Diamond up and wait ed until Nance rode alongside and they went forward into a tiny coun try set In the ridging rock o f the shallow canyon to where Grey spring whispered at the edge o f the Circle. ' \See!\ cried Nance, waving a hand about at the smiling scene. \It Is a magic place—no less!\ The spring Itself was a narrow trickle above sands as gray as cloth, a never-ceasing Mow- o f water, clear nnd Ic y cold, nnd beyond It was a round little flat, thick with green grass beneath spreading mush-oaks, ii spot fo r fairy conclaves. \Yes nodded the man. \It is magic—the true magic o f Nature I n gracious perfection, unmarred by the hand o f man.\ \Are we going to have the cook ies now?\ came the anxious pipe o f the boy, and Fair laughed. \Can't get away from the deadly commonplace, Miss Allison, with Sonny on the job. Poor little kid— he's about fed up on untrammeled nature. I'm afraid I owe him a big debt for what I've done to him— and yet—I am trying to pay a big ger one which someone else owes him. Let's camp.\ They dropped the reins and turned the horses loose to graze, land—the rivers o i tlie Itockies. the Arizona mesas—and the gir l starved for the unknown, listened open-lipped. They cleared away the clotli nnd Nance look Sonny In her lap, while Fair stretched out at length smok ing i n contentment The child slept, the sun dropped down the cloud-flecked vault, and It was Fair himself who llnally put an end to the enchanted hour, ris ing and catching up the horses. \You have far to go. Miss Alli son,\ ho said as he stood beside her smiling down into tier face, \and Sonny and 1 must be careful not to work a hardship o n you, or you might not come again.\ The ride back down Little Rlue was quiet. A thousand impressions were moiling happily i n Nance's mind. Her eyes felt drowsy, a lit tle smile kept pulling at her lips' corners, and yet, so wholly Inex perienced was she, she di d not know i what magic had been at work I n the green silence of the Circle and Grey spring. It was only when Fair pulled his horse so sharply up that Buckskin nearly stumbled on his heels that ; she came out of her abstraction. He sat rigid I n his saddle, one hand extended In warning, gazing straight ahead to where Little Blue opened into Blue Stone. She looked ahead and understood. A horseman was just coming into sight at the right edge o f the open- The Seventh Sense. T HEY were as goo d as their word, and when Nance rode up the narrow defile o n the day and hour appointed, they were waiting, and Fair built a little fire o f dry fresh and neat as abundant water . wood which sent up a straight co l and their worn garments would per mit Sonny wore denim overalls a •bade less ragged and a little shirt with sleeves. His face shone like the rising sun from behind Fair's shoulder as they sat decorously mounted on (Diamond. \The out-riders wait the prin cess,\ said Fair, \good morning, Miss Allison.\ \Did you bring cookies?\ queried the boy eagerly umn o f smoke like a signal. Nance untied her bundle from the saddle thongs nnd Fair unrolled a dozen trout; firm and cool in their sheath o f leaves. He hung them deftly to the flames on a bent green twig and Romance danced attend ance on the hour. He was expert from long experience o f cooking i n the, open, nnd when he finally an nounced them done they would have delighted an epicure. Nance laid out a clean white cloth and spread A Horseman Was Just Coming Into Sight at the Right Edge of the Opening. A Big Red Steer Was Juat Vanishing at the Left. Ing, a big red steer was just van ishing at the left—and the man was Kate Cathrew's rider, Sud Provlne, He rode straight across and did not glance up the cut, and the watchers I n th* shadow knew they were unobserved. For a long time they sat I n tense silence after he had passed, wait ing, listening, but nothing followed and presently Fair turned and looked at her. His Hps were tightly set and his face was grave. \Miss Allison,\ he said regretful ly, \that's the first human I've seen In Blue Stone ennyon besides your self, and it means something to me. It means that Sonny nnd I must move—at once.\ He snt thinking a moment, then raised his eyes to hers again. \I believe—If you will trust us a little longot—If you enn keep him hidden—that I will take you up I'l l give you Sonny fo r n while. I feel guilty in doing so, for I know how heavily burdened you are already, but «omo day I shall make It right with you—as handsomely right as possible Will he he too much trouble?\ \Trouble?\ cried Nance, her face radiant \give him to me this min ute'\ and she hold out her arms. Brand turned nnd looked down at the boy, smiling again \How about that, kid?\ he asked. \Cookies nnd Miss Allison's lap In stead o f the cold canyon and lone- someness—why—why, old-titner— what's the matter?\ He pulled the child around a bit to scan him more closely. The little face was milk-white, the hrown eyes wide, i \You—going to—to give me away, I Brand?\ said Sonny with that curi ous seeming o f maturity which sometimes fell upon him. \I should sny not I \ he said re assuringly \I'm only going to let you stay awhile with Miss Allison— so our enemies won't find you when I' m gone.\ Nnnce lenned forward. \Enemies?.\ she said sharply. 'Enemies, yon sny?\ In silence. There \he di—iiounted and broilglu from the blankets such poor hits o f garmepts as belonged to tlie child, rolled them I n a bundle and fastened theia on Nance's sad dle. \I'm sorry they are so ragged,\ he apologized. \It doesn't matter,\ said Nance, \Mammy has staff that can be made over We'll fix him up.\ Fair mounted again and rode with her to the month of Blue Stone. There he halted and lifted Sonny to Buckskin's rump. The little fellow whimpered a bi t and clung t o hi s neck, while the man patted his bony little shoulder \There—there kid,\ he said , \don't you lov e Miss Allison?\ \Yes walled Sonny at Inst; \but —but—I Just lov e you, Brand!\ \I've put I n two pretty strenuous years for Sonny's sake,\ he said softly, \but they've been worth while, Miss Allison.\ \The service o f love I s always worth while,\ suld Nance, \It's the biggest thing in the world.\ \And now,\ said Fair, \if you'l l buck up and be a man. Sonny, I'l l promise to come right down to the homestead some night soon and see you— lt Miss Allison will let me?\ Something surged I n the girl' s breast like a sunlit tide. \If you don't, we'll come hunting yon,\ she said. Then Fair kissed the boy, mount ed Diamond and sat with hands crossed on his pommel while Buck skin carried his double burden across the little flat and through | the belly-deep flood o f Nameless , whispering on It s riffle. I On the other side Nance and ' Sonny turned to wave a hand and went forward Into a new life . ******* I At the cabin door Bud stared with open mouth when they rode up, but Mrs. Allison, who had been watch ing them come along the flat far down, and who had vaguely under stood, came forward with uplifted arms. \I figured i t wouldn't be so long before you brought him home,\ she said, \a child Is what we do need In this here cabin. What a fine lit tle man I An' supper's all hot an' waitln'.\ \I knew you'd understand, Mam my,\ said the girl gratefully, \you've got the seventh sense, all right, and one or two more. No wonder our pappy loved you al l his life.\ And so it was that Sonny Fair came into the warmth nnd comfort of fire and lamii-llght, o f chairs and tables, and beds with deep shuek- ticks. and t o the loving nrms of womankind, after two years o f riding on the bi g black's rump, of sleeping on the earth beside a cnnipfire, and the lor\ lonely days of waiting. And, fnlthful as his shadow, Dirk, the collie, sat on the stone that formed the doorstep and re fused to budge until both Nance and Sonny convinced him that al l was well, and that this was home. When Nance sat to her gracious hour with the Scriptures that night i t seemed a very fitting coincidence that the Book should fall open at the Master's tender words, \Suffer little children to come unto Me , for. of such i s the kingdom o f Heaven.\ CHAPTER XI we've got the fl gn |» upon It such plain and wholesome \Good morning,\ answered Nance, 1 tnln B s as cold corned beef , white \sure I did. Sonny. And oxheil bread and colden butter, home- things, too. We'll be good and nun- I made cucumber pickles and sugared gry by noontime.\ ' cnok-tea The sun was two hours high out side, but here between the towering walls the shadows were still blue and cold. The murmur of the stream seemed louder than usual, heard thus In the stillness of the early day. The mystery of the great cut was accentuated, Its charm Intensified a thousandfold to Nance. There was a strange excite- . ment i n everything, a sense o f holl- 1 dny and impending Jo y Her face broke Into smiles as helplessly as running water dimples, and when the two riders ahead turned from time to time to look bad; she was fair as \a garden of the Lord,\ her bronze head shining hare I n the blue light, her .eyes as wide and clear as Sonny's, own. This was advfcnture to Nance— the first she hacj ever known, and its heady wine was stirring In her The Ashes of Hope. I T WAS dark o f the moon and Sheriff Price Selwood sat o n his horse a little distance from Mc - Kane's store at Cordova, his hat pulled over his brows, his hands o n his saddle horn. Inside the lighted store four ta bles were going. A bunch of cattlemen from the Upper country were I n nnd most of the Cathrew men were down from Sky Line. The nine or ten bona-flde citizens of Cordova were present also, and McKnue was In high fettle. The few houses of the town were dark, for I t was fairly late. Al l these things the sheriff noted I n the quar ter hour he sat patiently watching. When li e was satlsiied that al l the families were represented Inside, that the dogs of the place were set tled to inaction, and that no one was likely t o leave the store fo r several hours at least, he di d a peculiar thing. He tied hi s horse to a tree near where It stood and went forward quietly on foot, stopping at the rack where the Cathrew horses stood I n a row. They wore good stock. Cat tle Kate would have nothing else at Sky Line. Selwood took plenty o f time, pat ting a shoulder here, stroking a noso there, and finall y stopped In between a big brown mare and the rangy gray gelding which Si d Pro- vine always rode. He fondled tbe animal for a fe w moments, then ran his hand down the left foreleg and picked up the hoof. It \was shod, saddle-horse fashion. He placed the foot between his knees, very much after the manner of a black- »A „« „„„„„•,,. „ ,, _, „ , I smith, nnd taking a small coarse A ?. gt l re i , 0 . f ! p i 0 _ ch l.. sm . ll . ( ; d ™ r ; ! file from his pocket, proceeded to rather—astonishment, of personal gratification, and \ a vngue. incon gruous regret. If he had been a better man thnt last fnlnt secning of sorrow might have denoted the loss o f an ideal, the death o f some thing fine. But he looked after Cattle Kate with a fire o f passion that was slow ly growing with every Interview ******* Life at the hoine^lead on Name less took on a new color with the advent o f Sonny Fair. Mrs. Alli son, an epitome of universal mother hood, looked over the scant, well- mended belongings of the family and laid out such articles as she Judged could be spared These she began expertly to make over into little garments. \When did Brand buy you these pants, Sonny?\ she Inquired, but the child shook his head. \I don't know.\ he answered. \H'm Must be pretty poor,\ she opined, but Bud scowled i n disap proval. \Pretty dura stingy, I'd say,\ he remarked. \Hold judgment, Bud,\ counseled Nance, \when a man travels for two years he don't have much time to make money. We're poor, too, but that don't spell anything.\ Bud held his tongue, but It waa plain he was not convinced. \What makes him so contrary, I wonder?\ said the girl later. \He's jealous,\ said Mrs. Allison calmly, \because you champion th' stranger. It's natural.\ The field o f corn was beautlfnl. Its blades were broad and satiny, covering the brown earth from view, and the waving green floor came well up along the horse's legs as Nance rode down the rows on I the shackly cultivator. ! For three days she had been at It, a labor o f love. She had many dreams as she watched the light wlmpllng on the silky banners, vague, pleasant dreams that had to do with her canceled debt at the store, with the trip to Bement about the carpet, and with the new blue dress she hoped to get with the sur plus. Bud must have some new things, too, and her Mammy needed shoes the worst way. Al these things the growing field promised her, whispering under the little wind, and she was happy, deep i n her Innocent heart. She wondered If she dared ask Brand to let her take Sonny on that trip to Bement, then Instantly de cided she should not. There might be f from Nameless In the town, and Tmnd was particularly Insistent on his staying out o f sight She never ceased to wonder about that. What could be his reason? What could there i v e i n the Deep neart country to whom a little child could make a difference? But It was none o f her business, she sagely concluded, and could wait the light o f the future. Maybe Brand would some day tell her all about It . So she worked and planned for two days more. At their end she drove the cultivator to the stable and stood stretching her tired shoulder muscles while Bud unhar nessed the team. She looked back at the field with smiling eyes. \Can only get i n It about once more,\ she said, \it's growing so fast\ \Pretty Bud said, \pretty as you, almost. Do you know you're awfully pretty. Sis?\ \Hush!\ she laughed. \You'll make me vain. Pretty is as pretty does, you know.\ \Well the Lord knows you do enough,\ returned the boy bitterly, \If I was only half a man—\ \Bud!\ cried Nance quickly, \you're the most sure-enough he- man I know. You've got the pa tience and the courage of ten com mon men. I f It hadn't been for your stondy backing I' d never be on Nameless now I' d have quit long back \ \Like the dickens you would!\ said Bud, but a grin replaced the shadow o f bitterness on his fnce. Supper that night was particular ly pleasant There were new potatoes and green peas from the garden down by the river, and a plate o f the never-fnlllng cookies, of which Son ny could not get enough. \He's hollow to hi3 toes,\ said nfl 's.\'little \h*ead 'bit ^ffefpillp^_ the \ improvised ^crib^-: beyond ^Jj own bi g bed—and \ the Ayoriduw.ei swiftly from he r \ consciousn^\ She sleep quickly aridv deeply/, do al l those wh o work hard-irith'J and wind— the bles'sed -FFop n ing dls-dnillnide of colors, since 1 T . . . , . , , part of the fabric had been under a lt SCOmed to her that sh ^M pocket and had no t faded, but Son- | lost consciousness when Old Jofill ny wore I' *v!tli il*° air o f kings and announced ofrm his rafter j'per ^ti princes. .. the coming of another .da 'yijaiia \\es. sir.\ eVie said judicially, \he , if * • <. i - -iS** 3 * is gaining, sure as the world!\ she Eaw the famt h S ht °£' d A$g It seemed t o Vance that night, 011 tne S,C Y outside. that all was well with the world, • She dressed as usual,-.'*looked very well There seemed a wider ] ovlnf? i y at the small faceof i ?tlu margin of hope than usual, as I f . ... , ... ., ' v\* a *i success, so long denied them, was ; littIe sIoe P er ln the crlb > and ...wag hovering like a gigantic bird above ' . . the homestead, as if their long labor was about to have its reward. She | pai , and went out to the ^H^SK fell asleep thinking of t l whisper- 1 res ted the bucket on *™i-K-<-' Ing fieh' o f tbe trip t o I »-nt, and mnmnnf i;f+ P H -of B,..ad Fair's quiet, d*tk eyes, j moment lifted the the look o f the chin-strap on hla and stood looking at the. r -.faini brown cheek. ' ' \ V-'^ii.! get him' full.' \The Httleshaver's starved, Bud. \Not starved, but he ain't got regular food—not right to grow on. I can see a difference already.\ Nance reached over an Investi gating hand to feel the small shoul- J der It bore proudly a brand new i sun shirt made from one of Bud's old of labor, ones. Tn be sure there was a strik- j • out, soft-footed, to start the.kitcM en fire. That done, she took\thil bucket on the curb^. well-boar<| J aureole of light that waslbegihl 1 Continued on Page \8 '^M r Jr=lr=J,=Jr=Jr=Ir: 1 'a 1 Pre Christmas SALE of FURNITURE All next week, Nov. 30—Dec. 5 Special Reductions Throughout the Store JTUERWALD § Newark mm mi Jr=li=Jr=Jr=lr=lr=it=Jt=Jr=gf: m ROCHESTER'S JEWELER E .J.5cjneer 25 9 MAIN ST £ Scheer's Christmas Displays are Ready! The most comprehensive and bewitching showing of Christ mas jewelry gifts we have as sembled during our quarter of a century service to Western New York folk. With the approach of Christmas there is aU ways increasingly heavy demand upon our made- to-order and remodeling service. We suggest that in ordcrin;/ spec al designs and mnini'ngs ! you act promptly. V\ j can then assure you of speedy completion of your order. -si I 4il m -Mi GIFTS THAT LAST \but just the same we don't want any one besides yourself to know about us. And by the way, my tame Is Smith at Cordova—and Sonny doesn't exist.\ \I see,\ said the girl slowly, \or rather I don't see—but as I said before, l t doesn't matter.\ \You're a wonderful woman. Not cookies. They were poor fol k all , the no- mud man, and boy, the girl who knew so little beyond the grind o f work, but they were richer than Solomon i n al l his glory, for they had health and youth, and that most priceless thing o f all—a clear, ,,,„ „ . „ „ . . „ _ conscience and the eager electa- \> e , s * a ™»°2 \ n '\ an ,° f r n £ tlon o f the good the next dny holds. I £,> ad A a •^!?l r h ,!!?« 8 t, L\°\ They sat cross-legged about their | £ A™?. maa feels t0 trust -° r not and forgot such 1 t0 trust - id hardship nnd one I n a million would accept us aa you have done--lost waifs, ragged, hiding, mysterious. I didn't think your kind lived. You're old-fash ioned—blessedly old-fashioned. Why did you accept us?\ \My Mammy says there's some thing I n a woman's heart that sets , , , , ,„ „ , • Fair nodded, things as work -id hardship and „ That . s , ,. , ^ .., nstlnct _ the bitterness o. threatened feud.! but b SQme d come nnd—mnvhun—venirennce. : . . ... ,_ was St ...veins I , and—mayhap—vengeance. They talked of many things and all the time Nance's wonder grew at Fair's wide knowledge o f the outside world, at his gentle man ners, his quiet reticence i n some ways, hi s general freedom In others. lie tol d her o f the cities and the sea, spoke o f Mexico, nnd this and that fnr place, but mostly he brought he;- pictures of her own to feel i t has betrayed you—in our case—mv case—I moan. What then?\ Nance shook her hend. \Tt won't. Mr. Fair.\ she replied. The man sighed and frowned. \God knows,\ he said, \I hope not. But let's get on—it's getting pretty late.\ Fair rode to the cave by the pool Auction NO. 11 SOUTH AVE. WILLIAMSON, N. Y. Die a small notch I n the shoe. Then he put the file 'away, gave the gray a last friendly slap, got his own horse and rode away. He Intended to have a good night's sleep. • *••••• Several days later Kate Cathrew came down t o Cordova and hel d • short private conversation with Mc- Kane. \McKane she said, \who gives you the heaviest private trade I n this man's country?\ \You do,\ said McKane promptly, \far and away \ \Do you value it?\ \Does a duck swim?\ \Then give me a moment's atten tion,\ said Kat*- Cathrew, \and keep what I say *.ider your hat\ \I'm like tho/'.ell that ol d saw tells of—the stone sinks and I s never seen again Confession In tbe henrt.of a friend , you know.\ \Thanks. Now listen.\ When the woman rode away a half hour later, carrying another of those letters from New York which the trader had come t o hate ever since Sehvood's suggestion con cerning the writer, his eyes had a very strange expression. It was a mixture of several expressions. Nov. 28,1:30 p. m. In the old harness shop. A good lot of used furniture consisting of— ••;4\ 1 •••;\ta?4 Mahogany Dining Room Suite Oak Buffet Oak Dining Room Suite 2 Dining Room tables 2 Fall Leaf tables 12 Kitchen Chairs 3 Rocking Chairs 5 Dressers, Oak and Mahogany 4 Cane Seat Chairs Baby carriage 2 Commodes Antique Cherry Fall Leaf table Small Victrola with records •3 4 Piece Parlor Suite 2 Cots Beds, Mattresses and Springs Antique Stand Mohogany Library Table Music Cabinet Magazine Rack Oil Stove Round Oak Heater 4 Rugs Side Board Dishes and many other articles tbpjgpl numerous to mention. ' 1 m iail victroia wun records iiuiueiuua m mciiwun. ^ -C-^Js^ // you want to buy good furniture don't fail to attend this sale E* Smith ^ yron TERMS—Cash AuctioneerfSg
