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CHAPTER  It.
Ragged Romance. T tho wide i^nte nf llic mountlili I'aiic!] .<l(Mi<l llio>,'irl. Uer black siiddlf poii.v P.oyar frcltcd to l)0 awa.v. (ilaiiciiiK liack tlirougli the cavcrniins sliadc of the livi; onks. the girl hi'.«iiato<l l)C'fi>n,' upciiitiK the gate. A liltlo brcozf wa.vfarinj: throiifih M'Miiistoiic can.voii and on up to the iiiiiuiitaiii ranch touched the girl's cliccU, and she breathed deeply Of Its cool I'lauianco.
The wide (..ate swung open, and Lou Ise Lachnrnie, curbing Ulack Boyar, rode out of lhe shadows Into the hot light of the niorubiK. sinking as she rode.
The girl's eyes, the eolor of sen wa ter in the .sun. were leveled loward the dl.stant liills ;icross the San Fernand ' valley. From her lingers (lMnt;led the long bridle icln.s. Her lips were gen¬ tly liarted. Mer gaze was the gaze •¦f one who dre.-inis in the diiylisht. .Vnd close In Ille liidden meadow crouclie 1 Romance. Konianci" ragueil. inikenipi jocular.
Uo.var firsi scented the wood sinoUe Ijouise noticed his forward standin.r ears and his lidireting. Imnie liately befor*. her "as the low rounded roci<. a throne of dreams that she had graced before. From down the slojie and al¬ most hiihlen by tho bulk of the ro! k a little wand cf smoke st'vid up in l!i windless ali'. to bi^eak at last I jIo tin shreds ;ind curls uf nothingne-s.
"It c:in't be much of a lire ycti" e'c- clnimed l/ouise. forever 'waicliful. as are all the hill folk, for that dreiid. ungnvernable red monster of destr\:c tlon. a mountain lire. "It can't be much o,' a lire yet."
Tlie pony  Iloyar. delicatelv s(M>ntlir' sometliinsr   more   than    wood   smckc snorted ard swerved.   Louise dismount e<l   and   stepped   hurriedly   round   ihr' ' shoulder of ilie rock.    .V bristle lieard- j etl  face confronted  her.    "No. it ain't ! miicli of n tire yet. but our hired girl she Joined a  movin'  picture outllt.  so | us   two  he   things  are  doin'   Ihe  besi we <'an cliasin' ji breakfast."    .\nd thi' traiiiii.    Overl.ind    Ked,    rairiied,    tm kenipl.   .jocular,   rose   from   liis   knees beside a tiny bliize.    He pnlkd a bleak : flop  of  felt   from   his   tangled   hair  In ' an overac(cntnated bow of welcome.    '
"We otTer you   the   freedom  of  the
dty, ma'am. \\el( ome to our midst and kindly e.xcuse apiiearauces this morning. «)>ir trunks got delayed In New York."
Uusn'lilnglv the girl's level gray eyes studied the tramp's face. Then her glanoe swept him swiftly from bared bead to rundown heel. "1 was Jusf making up my mind wliether I'd stay and talk with you or ask vou to put out your lire and go somewhere el.se. But I think you are all right. Please put on your hat. "
Overland Ued's self assurance shrank a little. The girl's eyes were direct and fearless, yet not altogether un¬ friendly. He thought that deep within tbem dwelt a smile.
"Yon got my map all right." he said. a trifle more resi)ectfully. "Course we'Ii douse lhe fire when we duck out of here. But what do you think of JoUle here, .-ny pal?    Is he all right?
"Oh, he's only a boy," said Louise, glancing casually at the youth crouch¬ ed above the lire.
The boy, a slim lad of tilxteen or th reabout, flushed beneath the batter¬ ed brim of his black felt hat. He watched the tou.ato can coffeepot In¬ tently.    Louiso c<uild not see his face.
"Yes, miss. I'm all right and so Is be." And a humorous -wistfulness crept Into the tramp's eyes. "He's wbat you might call a clmngeling."
"Changeling'.'"
"Uhuh! .\ Iways ehac^n' around from place to place when you're young. Ain't that It?"
"Oh! And when you are older?" the auerietl. sniilUur.
over»2^ua KGd rrowned. "Oh, then you're Just a trarori, a \VIllle, a Bo. a hobo."
He saw the girl's e.ves harden a lit tie.     He  spoke   qiiickly   and.   hIk'   Im¬ agined, trutlil'iilly.  "I worked ten years for one oullll  once wllliont a cliaiiire. .\nd  1   never knowed   what  It  was to ' do a day's work out of the saildle.   Vou , know wlijit that means." 1
"<'attlc?    Mexico'/" I
Oveilatid   Ited   grinned.     "Say,   you 1 was born In Callfonii.i, wasn't ymi'.'"     |
"Ves, of course." {
"'Canse Mexlcr, bas bein about the only Jilace a [lumlier could work tliat I long withnit doin' day  labor on  f^Hi; half   th<(   year,    fc'ea,    I   been   there. ' Course now I'm ^..in' lilgli linance .-ind givin'  advice to  the yoiiii',' and   livln   , on   my   income.      .\ii»l.   siUB?   wlien   It comes to real brain work I'm ti:e most exhausted  bak«|d high iiotenlate. but I ; wouldn't do no  mineral  labor for m^ body.    If I c;in't work in the saddle 1 don't work—that's ali."
".Mineral labor? What, mining?'' aslced l.oulse.
"Xo, not mining. .lest mineial labor Uke .Tap.'f  or section   hands  or coadi-
"Oh, he's oniy a boy," said/'     'se
men with bugs ou tlu>ir hats. Ain't the papers always sp<>akin' of that kind as minerals': "
"Don't you mean menials?" i
"Well, ye* It's all the same, any¬ way. I never do no hair spiittin' on words. Heiu' a pate myself it ain't nectssary."
".-V—a lioet!    Keally?"
"Keally and truly and carry one and ¦ add live. I've roped a lot of po'try in ' my time, miss. Say, are we ca'mi.in' j on your land?" j
"No.   This Is goverumeut land, from 1 here to our line up above—the Moon stone rancho." j
"The   .Moonstone   rancho?"   qyer'od ! Overland   Ked.   breaking  a   twi;^ and feedinir the tire.
"Ves. It's named aft°r the canyon. But don't Ict me keep you from break fast."
"Breakfast, eh? That's right! I al¬ most forgot it. talkin' to you. Collie's got the colTee to bollln'. Xo, you ain't keepin' us from our,breakfast any that you'd notice. It would take a whol • rog'ment of rurales to keep us from a breakfast if we seeu one runnin' around loose without its pu or ma."
Louise Lacharme did not smile. This was too real. Here was adventure with n'> raconteur's glamour, no bookish gloss. Here was lomance—romance unshaven, illiterate, with Its coat off. makimj coffee in a smoke blackened to mato ian, but romance nevertheless. That this romance should touch her Ufe Louise had not the faintest dream. She was alone—but, pshaw! Boyar was grazing near. and. besides she was not really afraid of the men. Sbe thought she rather llkeil them or, more particularly, tlie Ixiisterous oue wIm bad said his name was Overlnnd Ked
! ana  .surmugH:     ivnat  na^e I  got  to show?    What  have  1—     Wha-    Ob, 1 yon go chase a snake!    1 know a g<iod i hoss and  a  good   woman   when   I  see' 'em, and  I seen 'em this morning."
"But what do she want with us bos?" asked the lioy.
"S-H-hh! Why, she's Interested in me romantic past, of course. .Viii't I the cute little gopher when it comes to the ladies? Fau me. Collie, and slow music and a beer for one. I'm some ; lady's man. sister!"
"Von're a bo. the same as me." said the boy.
"S-s-h h! I'or the lo\e of Pete, don't you liamlle that word 'bo' so careless. It's loaded. It has a Jarrin' efTect on ears unalteniiated-er—meanin' ears thut ain't keyed uji to it. as the pote says. She's comin' back. Fold yonr najikin. Don't look so blarne hungry! Ain't you got any style?"
"She's the prettiest girl I ever seen." said the boy, hastily swallowing his share of the hot. insiia'd coffee.
"I'letty?" whispered (Jverland as Louise approached. "She's thorough¬ bred! Did .\()ii see them eyes? Afriiil of nothin' and smilin' at what might dast to scare her. .Vot foolish, either. She's wise. Ami she's kind and laugh¬ ln' and not ashamed to talk to us. That's thoroughbred."
Around the rock came Louise, the neat package of sandwiches In oue hand. In the other was the tobacco and cigarette [lapers. "I'm going to , have my luncheon." she said. "If you won't object I'll take a sandwich. There I have mine. The rest are for you."
"We had our breakfast," said Over¬ land qiiiikly. "when you was talkin' to your ,iony."
Louise glanced at the empty tomato can. "Well, I'll excuse you for not waiting for me. but 1 shall not excuse you from having luncheou with me. I made these sandwidies myself. Have one.   They're really good."
"Oh!" groaned t;)verland, grimacing. "If I could curry uji my language smooth like timt 1—I guess I'd get deaf Ustenln' to myself talk. Vou said that speech like takin' two turns around the band stand tr.\in' to catch yourself and then c^iinbin' a post and steppin' on your own shoulders so you could see the parade down the street. I)o you get that?" .\nd he sighed heavily. "Say. these here sandwiches is great!" "Will you havo one?" asked Louise, gracefully proffering the olives.
"Seoin' it's yiJa. Tlianks. I always take two, the second one for a chaser , to kill the taste of the tirst. It's the i only way to eat 'em—If you know ^ where to stop. They do taste liko , somethin' you done aud are sorry for i afterwards, don't they?" '.
"Were you ever sorry for anything?" i asked the boy, feeling a Uttle piqued that he had been left out of the con- i versation. / ¦
"I  was raised  iu I       ivest myself," . growled   the  tramp,   scowling.     "But that's a good pony you got, miss.  That your saddle too?" "Yes."
"You rope any'/"
"A little.    IIow did you know?"
"Rawhide cover to tli.e saddle hom
is  wore  witli a  rope," said  Overland,
helpinj, himself to a second sandwich.
Tlien the  tramp and the girl, obllv-
CiOirie   e.\rili:;uisiie(l   it.     Oveiiainl   Ue.l handed the tolan co and papers to hira, "About comin' ui< this here trail?"' he resuni(!d   as  the   boy  stretcheil   beslih them on the warm earth.    "Well. m:> . it was four ye.irs ngo that I pickeil up Collie   here  at   -Vlbuiiuenjue.     His  p;i died   sudden  and  ieft the  kid  to  flnd out what a hard map this ole world Is We been across,  from  Frisco to New- York, twice since then, and from Seat Ue to San Diego on the side and 'most everywhere in  California, It U'ln'  my native stale  and  the best of  the  hit. Vou  see Collie,  he's gettin'  what  yon might   call  a   liberated  eduoatlon,  full of  big  Idcfis-no  dinky   stuff.     Ves,   I picked him up ut .Mbufiuerijue, u lialf starved,   skinny   little   cuss   that   was cryhr and beggin' me to get him out of there." "Albuqueniue?" queried Lou1.se. "L'huh.    Later, comin' ucrost the Mo¬ jave,   we got  thrun   off  a   freight   by mistake   for   a   couple  of  sewiu'   ma chines that we was ridln' with to I'.ar stow.     .So   tli(!   tickets   on   the   crates said.    I'liat   was   near Daggett,   by  h water tank.   It was hotter than settln' ou a stove in I>eatii vailey ut 12 o'clock Sunday noon.    We beat It for the next town afoot.   Collie commenced to give out.     He  was  [iretty  tender and   not strong.     I   lugged  him  some,   and   he walked some.   He was talkin' of green gra.ss and cucnnibers lu the icebox and Ice cream and home and the .Maiimee : river and  a   whole lot  of things  you  I ' can't find  in  the desert.    Well.   I  got  ' him to ills feet next mornin'.    We had some troub:!' and was detained u siiell In Barstow .liter that.    They couldn't prove nothin', so they let us go.    Then Collie got to talkin' again aliout a i'ai- Ifornla road that wiggled up u hlii and througii a c:; :.'.'on and had one of these here oie m!  con bells where It lit otT for the sky :   nch.    Funny, fur ho was never  In   <',il ifornla   then.     Mebby   it ; was the oil postcard he got at Albu [ querque.     Von   see,  bis  pa   bought  it for llim 'can.-;e lie wanted It.    He wus only a  kid  then,    f'ollle.  he says it's the ouiy tliiiiu' his pa ever did buy for j him. and so lie kept it till It was about Wore out from lookln' ut It.    But con- siderln' how his pa af-tod. I guess that was aliont all < "ollle needed to renieni- ber hlm by.    -Anyhow, he dreamed ol that road and told me so much abo'.it  | It thtit I got t'l liHikIn' for It too.    I knowed of the old El Camlno Keal and the bells, so w-e  kept  our eye jiecli'd for that particular dream  road,   kind of for fun.    We found hor yesterday." "What,    this?      The    road    to    otir ranch?"
"Uhuli. Collie, lie said so the minute we got in tluit canyon. Jlootistouc lanyon, you siiid. We're restin' uj) and eiijoyin' the scenery. We need the rest, for only last week we resisneil from doin' a stunt in ti movin' picture outfit. They wtitited somebody to (!¦¦ native sons. We suld we didn't htive tiiem kind of clothes, but the foreman of the outflt says we'd do fine jes as we was. It was fierce—and, believe me. lady. I been through some! I beeii through some!
"Tlie.v was two others in checkef clothes and dip lid caps, and they wasn't native sons. They acted like sons of—I'd hate to tell you what. Miss —   to   the   chief  dollle   in   the  show.
I'oNta] I.HV*' rCK|( thnt HUl>M ri|>li<.na |>;»id il. onij.flj. A p«avll 'imrk U .IiM < t'l if mititni. )(>ui tmm. .'«'<-i|>il( ll tl. llae, tm we wilt thxnk you imt u    proiu'ii    renUttMM*.
Dps una  says,  -t razy,  miss,  ana  ..-aii you blame hira?'
"She didn't see no joke in that, an tke boss he fired us. He wasn't goli.' tu pay us ut that, but I pick.i np the httla jiicture niachim" box and I swings tier up over the truck kind of suggestive like. 'One!' said I. 'Do we get oik money?'
"Tirop that inachinel' snys lie, ruafc- In' up to me.
"'I'm  a goin'  to,'  says   I,  'goo<l anii hard.    Think again while I count    Do we get our money?' " 'Vou get plnche<l!' says he. " 'Two!' sa.vs I, and I swings th« b«i up b.v the legs.
"'Hole on!' .yelks the bos.s.    'I'ay the mutt. .Jimmy, and for Gord sake, gi?t that machine before he ruins the bear reel we made yet!' "Wc got Jiaid."
"But   the   bell   and   Moonstone  can¬ yon?" questioned Louise, glatclngjjj at Boyar, grazing down tJie
"Sure!     Well,  we tlopped m-uij , that night"— I    "Flopped?"
'    "Uhuh.    fjet'a see.    You ain't he,'' that, are you?    Why,  we crawle<l the hay, hit the feathers, pounded ear—er—went to lie<l!    That's what, used to be.    Well, in the mornlngj and Collie got some sardines aud ci] ers to the store aud a little coffe was goln' over there that we see| bell and the roud und the whole I got kind of intereated myself 1^ canyon.    I  never saw so many stones  layln'  right on  top the and I lieen in  .Mex too.    We and   we   stayed  over  last  uIh pectin' to tie gone by now." j    "And when j-ou leave here?" querv-.: Louise.
"Same old thing," replied Overlauc cheerfull\. "I know the ropes. Colli« works by spells. Oh, we're ilvln', ami that's all you need to do In California."
"And that is all-now that you hav found the road?"
"Oh,   the   road  Is  like  all   of   tJ dreams." said Overland.   "Such tlj are good fur keepin' people Intere In  somethin'   till  it's done,  th.it.' It  was  fnn  at  tirst  lookin"   uji arroyo ami slit In the hills till vf it.    Same  as   them  marriu;] desert after that." "Marriages?"
"Uhuh.  Seeln' water what ami like."
"Oh, mira::es!"    .Vnd Lonlse Joyfull.w
"I don't see no Joke," B»ild tt^ er.' aggrieved. "I really beg your pardon." "Thafs  all   right,   lulaa.     But   wba>" would you call it?"
"Oh,   till   illusion,   a   mirage,   sor/j.^ thing that seems to tie, but thnt is n
"I don't see where it's got auyt'.^ on  marriages,   theu,   do   \oiil_ !i ain't generally peiiperrnU
stooil   around   chewln'   gum   and   rol
Then tbe iMovIn' picture express, which was a retlreil switch engine hooked on to a Swede obs^rratioo car, backs down
i Ious to everything else, discussed raw
hide   ¦'.tas as compared with the reg     ,,  , ,      , .,,_.,
I ular three stra.id stock rope, or lariat i;'"   ''''¦• '«"'!'« "' '''« ^^'^ «">'-
—center flre. three-<iuartpr aud doulile .
rigs, swell forks untf.        ^'istUla trees,
spade hits and  U entt-    -neither will- \ ' Ing. even lightly, to admit the other's j
superloritv of chosen rig. j
The / dwiches gone, Louise prof- : ifered i'.f..aiid tobacco and papers.! j Actual tears stood lu the ex-cowboy's | ! eyes. 'Smoke: Y f" he exclaimed. "I • ' was dyin' for ' I'd do time for you!" i i    Then in t' lyish spirit that never i
quite lea' 3 ranjife rider Overland '
Red took tne lobaceo'    "        "PSi ami j
cleverly   rolled   a   clj., me
hand.    In the other he held his batter¬ ed felt hat.    His eyes had n faraway
look as he reached forward aud light¬ ed  his cigarette at  the  Hre.     "I   was
settln' on a crazy  bronc',  holdin'  his
bead up so he couldn't go to buckin',
outside   a   little /"'d   adobe   down   In
Yuma.    .\.ri'/..,    tl      "    he    explained.
glancing ut  the gii..    "Did  you  ever
drift   away   complete   Uke   that,   jnst
The tramp gazed at her a moment   from some little old trick to make you
before he lifted the tomato can from   ireamr m     	
Um embers. "We know you won't Join na, but we re goln' to give you the In-  Ite Juet the same. .•Vnd we mean it. lla'ani, if you'll be so kind as to draw up your chair, us gents   11 eut."
"Thank you," sahl Louise, and Over- land's face brightened ut the good fel¬ lowship lu her voiee. "Thank you both, but I've had breakftist. "
She gazed at the solitary, bubbling tomato can coffeepot of "second edi¬ tion" coffee. There was nothing else to grace the board, or rather rock. "I'll be right back." she said. "I'll Just take off Boyar's bridle. Here, boy!" she called.   "You'ii be able to eat better."
T
CHAPTER •Any   Road,   at   Any   TiX..   For   Any¬ where."
HE boy Collie took tba empty to¬ mato cuu  aud   weut  for water with which to [lUt out tlie flre. Louise and UvorUiid Ued gaz ed silently ut the youthful flgure cross Ing  the  meadow.    The  .same  thought waa In both their hoarts--thut the boy's chance in life was still ahead of him. Sometliliig  of  this   was  In   the  girl's level gray  eyes  ;is  she usked,  "Why did you come up here, so far from the towu and the railroad?" And  sbe  ran  to  the pony.    From  a!    ••¦\Vt.  generally  don't,"  replied  Over- ¦addle pocket she took her own luuch ' j^uj  Rod.    "We ain't  broke.    Collie's Of sandwiches und ripe olives wrapped; got somo money.    We got out of grub In oiled paper.   She dela.v ed her return ' fiom comhi' up here.    Wo come up to
in folks and things, all They stole her beau and tied him to \ enough to know better.! the S. P. tracks—kind of loose, thongh. ! "I'm glad yuu believe^ She   lildn't   seem   to   care.     She   Jest   I Louise.    "So do I.
"It's account of t>ein' ij sighed  the  trump.    "C professional.    They  got"" cense.    I never took out one the   money.     An.\ wuy,   if enough money for a regu^ start a saloon aud Uve r^
"Wou't yon quote soniJ the girl smiled l«wltchl[ and I must go snon.    I t'i
"I'm mighty sorry yoi| You're real Coilfornla It the minute I set ei sides, you passed us
"Ked, you shut up!"
Overlaii.i   tnrned   al eye   on  CoHie.      "Wl bltin' you?"
"Because the lady Ings don't saj   she sc
Overland  gninted-i foolish  with the hei does it?   Them sandi your  head,  chlco. inioke?"
Louise, grave ey< men-—Overiand   still? Collie fierce und flumlE
"We ain't used to- apologlzed Overland, better If we [iractl'-od up.""
"Of   •ourse,"   said   Uonli "But the poetry."
"U-m-m.   ' cs.    The po'try
Collie  Commenced  to  Give Out.
on .Adolphus, and we was to rush np
like—pretty fast, and save his life.
"She was a sassy little cliicken with
blond feathers utul a three-quarter rig i
skirt.    She hud  a  regular strawberry    ,    .,    », -  , m  ». , , ,    , ,      •    I give her. < oilier
Ice  cream   .soda  complexion,  and   her       ,,,  ,    ,. 	
,      ,    , ,1 don t care,    rer
to loosen the forward cliuha of the ¦addle aud to find the little stock of cigarette pa|>ers and tobacco that she carried for uny chance rider of the Moonstone who might be without theiu. Collie, the boy tratup. glanced U[i at Orerland lletl. "I guess she's gone," be i4jld regretfully.
Tou're nutty. Collie.    She ain't the lad  to  sneak   off  after sayln'  she':* in* back.   Uknow a boss and a real benA^ee "em.    I was nj^ If."
¦ee the sceuerj-.    I  aln"t  liiddin";  we ¦ore did!    "Course, speiikiu" lu general, { a free lunca  looks  tietter to me ai;y day Uian the Yosemite,  but thut"s be¬ cause I need the lunch.    You got to l« fed up to It to eujuy scenery.    Now. ou tta*  toed   we"re  looklu'   at   lots  uf Wmry day, but we uln't seeln'  muc Bui give me a good feed aud turn lor^ in tbe Big Show i>usture.   wh ridal Veil Is  w«>epin' jealous
i.-dral Spires aj^id the big trj
)lg to bo Jt^aJfl^o Adam wfiuli
eyes looked like a couple of glass al leys with electric lights In 'em. I won¬ dered if she took 'em out at night to go to sleep or only switched off the current. .Vnyhow, up she rides in a big reddish kind of automobile and twists her hands arouud her wrists aud looks up the track und down the track and sees us und says: 'Oh. w'lch wuy has he went? W'lch way did Dlsgustus -Vdolphus beat it to?' And chewln' gum right on top of that too. It wus tough (IU us, miss, but we need «U the money.
" 'Bout   eighteenth   time   she   comes
coughiu'   up iu that old  mie  lung mu
chine—to get  her expres-^lon right, so
the   boss   kept   hollerin'-why,   I   gets
y«ick and tired.    If there's anytliing do-
V\why.  I'ui game, hut such monkey
There wus  that [ilcture machine
.workin' the crank  us  If he  wa-s
a^iblfi^et full of IcJups wlj
fool
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