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fHE McHENBY PLAINDEAJJER, McHENBY, ILL. " ' •' " ""•V' ,**"" mm ar-fcr- < v-Vf M" m-•:••<• IKANDAL.C PARRISH COPyy^/O^T A.Cr7cCL,L/A "OLGA CARLYN." Synopsis.--Tom Shelby, a rancher, rides into the frontier town of Ponca looking for a good time after a long spell of hard work and loneliness on the ranch. Instead. he luns into a funeral--that of Dad i alkins, a* retired army man of whom little Is known. A girl, still in her teens, survives Calkins. McCarthy, a saloon keeper and Ponca's leading cltlien, decides that the girl, now alone In thfc world, should marry. Shelby » starts a hunt for eligible husbands and the minister goes to confer with the girl. She agrees to pick a husband from ^he sc'iie of men lined up in her home To his consternation, she aelecis .Shelby, who had gone along merely as a spectator. He declines the honor. Indignant, the girl dismisses the assemblage. Later Shelby goes-back to make an explanation. She receives him good-naturedly. Leaving her, Shelby runs Into two of the rejected suitors, and in a light worsts them both. Angered at their remarks, he returns to the girl, determined to marry her. If •he will have him. After his explanation she agrees to ma^ry him. w CHAPTER V. * The Wedding, It was an exceeding TVnsy afternoon, so filled with details of preparation as to leave Shelby slight opportunity for reflection. He had never contemplated marriage, or Imagined himself a benedict. He knew practically nothing as to the disposition and character of the girl or what she might require of himself. He had no conception that he loved her or that she felt any especial affection for him. Bis midden action had been very largely influenced by his controversy with Cowan and she had quite frankly confessed that her choice of him rested «ntlrely on the fact that he was not a resident of Ponca. There had been no mention of love between them, merely a business-like arrangement, Immarked by the slightest sentiment Be was dimly aware that this made a poor foundation on which to build for future happiness. This peculiar situation was driven home to him by a vivid recollection of what he was going to take her to-- that desolate ranch out there on the Oagtonwood. Could she be satisfied? Could she even bear with such conditions? Be saw McCarthy and the preacher from Buffalo Gap, first telling them frankly the whole story and gravely pledging both to secrecy. Refusing Irmly to receive a cent of the money which Mac promptly offered, he left these two to arrange all details for the wedding, confident of their discretion and good Judgment. There was •0 necessity for his seeing the girl again, and, indeed, he felt no inclination to do so. He even shrank from the thought of seeing her, and was profoundly thankful that everything was so, completely understood between them as to make another conference entirely unnecessary. Satisfied vptib thii point, he devoted the time remaining at his disposal to purchasing the variety of articles made necessary by this sudden change In life. The buckboard was loaded until nothjlag remained unoccupied but the narrow seat, a huge box, packed full, occupying the rear portion, with bundles tied securely here and there about the vehicle, wherever they would ride safely. Oyer all these he stretchad a tarpaulin to keep out the dust, strapping the latter firmly Into place. The solemn injunction to secrecy bad prevented Ponca from making this occasion one of special celebration, but. nevertheless, rumor had :been sufficiently busy so as to prevent 'any strictly private ceremony. The .parlor of the hotel was already crowded with uninvited guests when he finally arrived and the* e was also • an overflow meeting In the adjoining dln- {Ing room. Shelby swore under his Ibreath, but it was too late |to protest •Outwardly, as the orlde-to-be was already waiting his arrival at the foot mt the stairs. In spite of the doubts which had Jusailed him during the past few !hours, the sight of her thus awaiting jbis coming, her eyes meeting his own frankly, sent a sudden thrill through .bis veins. She was chaperoned by the iwlfe of the principal storekeeper and (doubtless others among the few relapectable women of Ponca had cotn- Ibtned their taste and possessions to jproperly fit her out for the occasion. ,J*st how the transformation had been (accomplished Shelby, being a man woefttliy lacking In experience, did not 'know, but he was vividly aware of 'the change in her appearance and 'manner. 8be was dressed in gray, the outer garment plainly fashioned bat fitting well, while a most becoming hat, rather coquettish in Its shape, rested on soft, shining hair, fluffed oat attractively, forming a most agree- M>le frame for the young face, the cheeks flushed with excitement. Shelby stood before her tongue-tied, unable to find wovdfc of greeting, painfully conscious of bis own awkwardness. The embarrassment, however, was but for the Instant, for the preacher had teen waiting his entrance, eager to vgln the ceremony. What occurred during the next few -moments was never wholly clear Ifi Shelby's mind, fle did mechanically whatever he was told, but without comprehension. He remembered walking between rows of curious faces. *oct caslonnlly recognising if familiar comtea«aefc ciear across that crowded parlor to the further wall, which seemed to be decorated profusely with sprays of evergreen. He seeftied to recall that the girl Joined him. standing at hi«Jeft, and that she had advanced to* Is side guided by Dan McCarthy. It was dl vague, misty, uncertain, and the next moment all he snw was the fleshy figure of the Buffalo Gap preacher standing there immediately before him, his hands uplifted and his sonorous voice uttering words that sounded like. a prayer. Then Dan came forward again and he felt her hand resting in his, realizing how soft and small it was. He remembered a question was asked him and he answered "yes" and then he seemed to hear her whisper a similar response. The preacher said something. using some strange words, and turning once to face the silent crowd pressing close in upon them; then he lifted his hands solemnly and Shelby caught the sentence. "1 pronounce you husband and wife «and whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder." There was an explosion of breath, a faint clapping* of hands, an Instant buzz of tongues. He felt that he must have shaken hands with a thousand people; was pushed here and there by the efforts made to reach him and finally, bewildered, his mind in a whirl, found himself once more out in the hall, obsessed with a desire to escape. He possessed no idea as to what had become or the girl; no doubt she was somewhere back there In the crush, but he, at least, wws free, and would wait for her to Join him out1- side. ^ He stood there alone, staring down at the team of broncos arid the heavily laden buckboard uncoinprehendingly. Yet slowly It all came back and his mind began to arouse from blank stupor. His attention was attracted by the approach of a horseman troting steadily np the deserted street toward the hotel. The rider was a cavalry soldier In uniform, powdered with dust, his horse showing evidences of hnrd travel. Shelby watched his coming curiously, his memory still lingering upon the scene within. The man drew up at the hotel, dropped his rein over the horse's head, swung stiffly to the ground and advanced up the steps. He glanced aside at Shelby's motionless figure, took a step toward the door and then wheeled suddenly. "Say, ain't your name Shelby?" The dazed bridegroom turned and looked into the face confronting him, his mind snapping back into quick recognition. "Sure. Well, thunder, you're Shaunessy of the Sixth. What're 'you doing here?" The two clasped hands firmly. "Thought I knew you, Tom, when I first came up the steps, but wasn't i quite sure till I got a side view. Must I be six years since you left us. ain't It? i What am I doing? Oh, they've shoved , us up here from Arizona and I've been up at the Reservation watchln' 'em ghost-dance an' arn headin' now for Collins to tell the old man the news. Some fun goin* to be pulled off presently." <; "You mean the SI out are goin' on rampage ag'InT* "Sure thing, unless I miss my guess, an* I reckon I ought to know Injuns by this time. It'll either come this fall or next spring. I figure they'll never hold in over winter, or Slttin' Bull has got the game' In his hands an* you know that oP devil. I reckon." "I have reason to. Any troops up there?" "No; the Injun agent don't believe there's goin' to be any trouble; gays it's Just a few young bucks who are raisin' h--1. He don't know what is goin* on. But I b«-en among 'em an' the whole outfit Is hlood-mad. I seen two of their ghost-dances myself back in the hills an' I tell you they mean business. You llvln' here now?" "No, out on the Cottonwood." "What--north? Say, old man. that ain't goin' to be no healthy place fer a white, if those devils break loose; they'll make that country sure. Got much of an outfit?" "A bunch of cattle an' two herders." "Not enough to put up a tight. Well, If I was you. Tom. I'd run those cows over Into the Bad Lands an' lie out there awhile. We'll get the Injuns, of course; but there Is bound to be some klllln' first, unless I'm crazy. I've got to go In and get something to eat." He started to turn away, bat Shelby halted him with a question. "How long you been in th» fenny, Peter "Twenty-two years." "And with the Sixth cavalry?** r "Fifteen." "Did you ever know a sergeant named Calkins?" "Jeff Calkins; he was my first top* after I joined; be left the service 'bout ten years ago. There was a sliootln' scrape or somethin' down at Harker. Sorter ugly story, though I've forgotten Just what It was all about now. Calkins got out o' that all right, but when his enlistment was up he quit; he didn't get on good wltfi the men. Do you know whatever become of the ol* duffer?" "He was hurled here yesterday-- killed himself; left a 4aughter 'bout nineteen--" "The h--I he did! Jeff Calkins never was married; not before he left the army, anyhow. I know because I bunked with him nearly two years an he told me a lot about himself, 't no lady's man at jtU. what the devil is goin' on here?" "There's blen a wadding." Shelby started to explain, bs^tbe outflowing throng cut his sennpot ih two, and the startled sold lei, stepping back to get out of the way, was instantly •wept aside, whllQ the gang poured forth between, separating the two completely. "The bridegroom found himself once more the center of fervent congratulations and only escaped by pushing a passage down the steps to where his outfit waited for departure. Some momenta later she Joined him, accompanied by her bodyguard, wearing a long duster which almost reached the ground and a close-fitting rap pulled down over her smooth hair. He silently helped her into the seat of the buckboard. joining her grimly and gathering up the reins in his fingers. "Now, then,** he called, "» couple of you untie those brute# and Jump. They're bad starters." The broncos amply Justified his prediction and the party went tearing down the main street, pursued by yells of enjoyment and cat-howls of derision, Shelby struggling with the reins in an endeavor to keep the maddened brutes off the sidewalks. However, the steep ascent of the bluff brought the plunging animals to their senses and by the time they had surmounted the ridge and struck the prairie trail leading across the upland they were willing enough to' slow down to the swift trot they were accustomed to take on long Journeys. Shelby loosened his grasp on the leather and rested back in the seat, venturing a side glance at his companion. She was still gripping the Iron rail for safct.VyJnit evidently felt no fear. "Mean cflvlPjthat bronco," said Shelby, feeling the necessity of speech and flecking his whip lash at the buckskin, whose evil eye was peering maliciously backward, "worst horse I ever owned. The Kid back there seems to be some bronco ouster and I'll let him try his luck when we get out to the ranch. I got some outlaws there." She turned her head and glanced behind through the cloud of dust. "Who is h&? One of your men?" "Well, I just hired him down at Ponca. Seems to be a mighty good rider. His name is Macklin, but everybody calls him 'Kid.*" "Somehow I don't just like him." "Oh. he's harmless enough." "Perhaps so, but I have that feeling about him Just the same."1 v Shelby made no answer and they rode on In silence through the circling dust. He felt awkward and embarrassed, unable to think of anything to say to keep up conversation and Intensely conscious of the peculiar situation in vhlch they found themselves. Occasionally he stole a surreptitious glance aside at her, but her eyes were averted as though in avoidance, gazing^ out over the dull vista. To Shelby this quietness on her part, this half turning from him seemed particularly ominous. She was doubtless sorry already at her choice; this drear expanse which they rode was more than she expected to encounter--she was dreading already an approach to the Cottonwood. He had been a fool to even dream that he could ever satisfy her in such surroundings. Well, it was not late to turn back. He would talk with her and learn the truth. He drove steadily forward, endeavoring to formulate some pleasant opening sentence, his mind inevitably drifting back to that late conversation with Shaunessy and the doubts it had awakened. ' Ought he to permit "Somehow I Don't Just Like Him.1* her to become exposed to a possible Indian attack? Was It not plainly his duty to explain fully the exact situation? And then that other matter relative to Old Calkins? Surely .t was her place to make that clear? He straightened up. clearing his voice, and she glanced about, disturbed from revery by bis action. "How dismal it all is," she said, as he failed to speak, "and yet the very silence and loneliness has a charm. Is it like this ont on the Cottonwood?" "No. not exactly. It'a lonely enough, but that is broken country, with something to rest the eyes oh. i am afraid, though, you're goin' to be awfully sorry." "Really, I don't,"* honestly. **I don't mind being alone at all. I've always been alone, so that won't hurt." "But this Is different," he insisted stubbornly. "Besides, I heard something back there in Ponca that makes me think I had no business bringing you along at all." "What , was that?** "Why. ,Just before we come away 1 ran into an old friend o' mine In the army, named Shaunessy. He'd been u» In the Sioux reservation, watchln' 'em ghost-dance, and he says the bucks up then- are goin' to raise Ned before long, an* there ain't no troops anywhere around sufficient to He 1-hold 'eiu. It's Ol' Sittln' Bull who la Say, | stirriii' 'em op,* "But surely they could never get down here?" "Not to Ponca--no; they wouldn't go In that direction. Bat they'd be mighty liable to come raldin'. down the Cottonwood. That's what !?hauneasy said; he told me I'd better run my stock over into the Bad Lands, add lie out for awhile, till the soldiers got the devils rounded up again. I been thlnkln' ever since I ought to tell you about 1t, so. if yon thought best we could turn around an' take you back to Ponca." "And then what would yon do?" "Me? Why go on o*. codtse an* take care o' the cattle. Taln't the Orst time I've seen Indians." "Then I am going with you," she said firmly. "I am not the least afraid. I wonder if you have an extra rifle out there?" "Sure," he said, grinning. 1 sorter like that kind o' talk, little glrL Can you shoot?" "Some; I'll show yon when we get out there. Anyway, please don't turn back on my account. I heard in Ponca that the Sioux were ghost-dancing, but I didn't think about their coming down the Cottonwood. Dad said they were getting ugly, but I don't know where he heard it." This unexpected mention of Calkins stirred Shelby to ask a further qucs tlon. She was going on with him, that was evident, and the mystery between them must be cleared away. What was your name?" he asked soberly. She glanced tip into his face, surprised at the abrupt question. My name! Why, don't you know?" I never heard of it; seems sorter odd, maybe, but I never did." "It is Olga." "Olga--Olga what?" "Why, Shelby, I suppose." "No, I didn't mean that. Of coarse, it's Shelby now, but what was It before today? 'Twasn't Calkins." The smile had deserted her lips and her eyes were very serious. "Just what do you mean, please? Have yon heard something?" Well, yes. This here soldier Shaunessy has been in the army a long while; he was fifteen years in the Sixth cavalry. Now I happened to learn, accidentally from McCarthy, that Old Calkins was once a sergeant In that oqtflt, so naturally I asked Shaunessy if he ever kn4w him." "And did he?" "Sure; they were bunkles once an* he -said Jeff Calkins never wa& married an' didn't have no daughter." "Well, did I ever say I was his daughter?" "No, o' course you didn't. I never asked, but everybody thought you must be. What was the old man to you, anyhow? I reckon I got a right to know." "You certainly have, but I cannot tell you very much. Frankly, I don't know. I could not explain even how I came ii^to his care. That sounds strange, perhaps, but It Is true. I wasn't much of a girl when he got me first and I've scarcely been out of his sight since, wve asked him a thousand times, but he never would explain. Once he «ald it would come out all right after awhile. It seemed to' anger him for me to ask questions, so, at last. I stopped." "That's mighty queer. Did he ever tell you what your real name was?" "Oh, yes; there wasn't any secret about that--it was Carlyn." "Olga Catiyn," he repeated the words slowly. "Sorter Norwegian- Irish, ain't it? That otory sounds rather funny to me." "My idea is he was hiding me from someone; trying to keep me from being found. I decided that was why he moved about from place to place and always lived in such poverty and alone. I believe he bad money or could always get some when needed. Then he seemed to be afraid all the time and watching for something to happen." "And you don't have no recollection whatever of either your father or jonother?" "Not of ray mother; she may have died when I was a baby, but I can remember my father, although I never saw him very often. He was a tali man with Iron-gray hair and mustache; once I saw him in uniform." "An officer, likely." "I think so. I was at school then and I am sure the lady principal called him colonel. I never lived with him, but always at some school, first one and then another. I am sure I wus in St. Louis when • Calkins came for me and took me away. That is actually everything I know about it; since then we've just moved around from place to place." They fell Into silence and rode on thus for hours, seldom speaking, each engrossed in their own thoughts. Toward sundown they came Into a more rolling country, with patchrs of green grass, and the trail wound in and out among shallow depressions, yielding greater varfety of scenery. Just before dark they toiled up over a high ridge and from the summit looked for some distance down the valley of the Cottonwood. The trail ran slantingly down the side of the bluff, zigzagging here and there In search of easier passage, and it was necessary to descend slowly. Consequently it was an hour after dark when they finally drove up to a small cabin surrounded by trees, a hundred feet back from the stream, and the driver announced their arrival. steep bank just beyond. Ill only ft* gone a minute." "But where is your herder?" "Out with the cattle, probably; ]m doesn't sleep here, and had no Idea when I would be back. Now hang on tight to these reins, Kid, and I'll help you presently. Would yen rather ge with me, Olga?** * "Yes," she said, her voice trembling slightly In aplte of every effort at control, "I would rather not be left out here." "All right; this la the path; don't be afraid. I won't let you stumbla. Now, one step op; that's It" PfPPEBIIINT OIL SAVES FARMER "A Bit Tough Looking, I Suppose." He flung open the unsecured door, and stepped Into the dense blackness of the interior. She could see nothing, but heard him rummaging about, and finally caught the tiny gleam of a match. The next Instant this bad become the flame of an oil lamp, and the whole Interior of the room became revealed in the yellow flicker. In spite of every attempt to steady herself, her heart gave a sudden throb, and she clutched at the door for support This was even worse than she had pictured. 'A bit tough looking, I suppose," Shelby said with a hasty glance about Sorter surprise, this bringin' a wife back with me. Never reckoned on any such thing, or I'd a cleaned the shack up a bit However, I'll straighten things around in a Jiffy, as soon as I show the Kid the corral. Here's a chair to sit in," and he dumped its load on the floor. "You ain't afraid to wait here, are you?" "Oh, no; I will be all right. You need not hurry." Struck down from behind. (TO BE CONTINUED.) FIRST REAL "MONEY WIZARD" Angry But CauMnt Stand Sttng fof Toothache Remedf;f '• Dropped in Eye*. - Plattsburg, N. Y.--Edward Chabbott; t farmer near the town of Jay, here* ifter won't go chasing up lost cattle unless he carries a bottle of oil of peppermint In his pocket At least, so vows Mr. Chabbott today. Here's why: Chabbott with his hired man, Walter Smith, started out to round up •ome scattered cattle. The two mea became separated, and Chabbott wan* tiered into Thomas Qorman's pasture. Within waa a temperamental bull that took offense at the red In Chabbott's \ The bull galloped for Chabbott Chabbott galloped for the only tree in the pasture, which wasn't much more John Law May Well Be Called the Daddy of All the Qet-Rick-QuMK - 8chemes Floated. Two centuries ago there "reigned" In Paris a greater personage than the young king, Louis XIV., or his regent, the duke of Orleans--a money wizard, whose operations are recalled by the Ponzi speculative scheme in Boston. He was John Law, a Scotsman, who through his friendship with the duke of Orleans, established a credit bank on the theory that money is the cause, not the result of wealth. He obtained for the bank a monopoly of the nation's foreign trade, the profits of which would repay the Investors. In 1710 Law established a private bank with a capital of 6,000,000 llvres. with power to issue notes. It became an instant success, and his, paper currency became more valuable than the minted currency of the go*ernment Then he formed his company of the west developing Loutsiana territory, with a capital of 100,000,000 llvres. New Orleans was built. Trade expanded. Shares In the company rose in value until first 'Paris and then the whole of Europe went mad. Everyone was growing rich. Law became director general of finance for Franc*. But the height was reached in December of 1719, when his enemies, by side schemes, began to break him. He suddenly found himself bankrupt He escaped from Prance, became a derer and died In poverty. CHAPTER VI. A Blew of Treachery. < It was a desolate home-coming-- the great stars overhead, the tinkle of distant water, the silence and blackness all about, and the dim outline of >e cabin barely visible amid the surrounding trees. The girl held ber breath witli Hps pressed tight, staring around into the vague shadows ai.d permitted Shelby to gently swing ber between the wheels to the ground. Some way the strong grasp of his hands brought back to ber a sense of courage. "Is--is there no one here?" she asked, afraid to venture a step in the gloom. "It Is terribly dark." "I'll remedy that in a minute," he said, pretending a cheerfulness he was far from feeling. "He* there. K!d stake out yer horse, and cotne here and hold these broncs until I light op Don't move, Olga; there la a Poured the Oil Into the Bull's Eye* than a sapling. 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