Adventure Magazine, March 1916 — page 135: what you’re looking at

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Paradise Bend his late error of judgment concerning Matt; he believed the smart still lingered. He was taken aback, therefore, to find he must again reverse his judgment. He had not counted on this display of magnanimity. But he was not the man to discover his feel- ~ ings to public gaze. “Done!”’ he agreed. ‘“‘And by the way, Matthew, you’ve been working pretty hard Why not take your vacation over here. —-—* 4 4 Mii ~ --. - i ~ 7 ne PARADISE ~_ oy now—a month—my expense—and brace up for the Fall. I’m planning a campaign I want to talk over with you when you come back.” : Matt caught Mitchell’s eye on him. He rebuked the mirth in it with a cold stare, and said to Old Pilkins seriously: “Why, thank you, governor; mighty nice of you. A mighty fine thing. I'll do it.” ae ¢ oN ne So aime N, a ee BEND arouwr PART STORY. Gy WILLIAM PATTERSON WHITE Part One Author of “That Which is Written,” “A Pair of Queens,’’ etc. CHAPTER I TOM LOUDON “C @ ND DON’T forget that ribbon!’ called Kate Saltoun from the ranch-house door. ‘And don’t lose the sample!’ “T won’t!”? shouted Tom Loudon, turn- ing in his saddle. “T’ll get her just like you said! Don’t you worry any!” He waved his hat to Kate, faced about, and put his horse to a lope. “Is it likely now I’d forget?” he mut- tered. ‘‘We’d do more’n that for her, wouldn’t we, fellah?”’ The horse, a long-legged chestnut named - Ranger, turned back one ear. He was accustomed to being questioned, was Ran- ger. Tom Loudon loved him. He had bought him a five-year old from the 88 ranch the year before, and he would allow no one save Kate Saltoun to ride him. For the sun and the moon, in the estimation of Tom Loudon, rose and set in the black eyes of Kate Saltoun, the exceedingly handsome daughter of John T. Saltoun, the owner of the great Bar-S ranch. This day Loudon was riding into Fare- well for the ranch mail, and Kate had commissioned him to do an errand for her. To serve his lady was joy to Loudon. He did not believe that she was aware of his state of mind. A flirt was Kate, and a charming one. She played with a man asa cat plays with a mouse. At which pleas- ant sport Kate was an adept. But Loudon realized nothing of all this. Shrewd and penetrative in his business, where Kate was concerned he saw nothing but the obvious. Where the trail snaked over Indian Ridge, ten miles from the ranch-house, Loudon pulled up in front of a lone pine 133. that’s ’ ais! 2 si . hay ‘ Poe Oe 28 See ee ee. ee Fhe, r? Ter | NMiGhboo (@) (E(@) “S co