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R. AND MRS. AVERAGE HYDRO
USER; Through the past quarter-’
century, your cost for Hydro service has
become lower and lower.* While the cost of
almost everything else has gone up, the cost
of Hydro power has come DOWN. Today,
Hydro service is your BIGGEST BARGAIN!
The chart above tells you the story. Just
a glance will show you that as the use of
Hydro power has increased, the cost has
Steadily decreased. Compare what your
- money buys today with what it bought
25 years ago—and you’ll quickly see that
today’s family enjoys wore than 7% times
as much electrical service for only twice
the 1914 cost.
So, today, due to the efforts of The Hydro*
Electric Power Commission of Ontario—-
and your own Municipal Hydro System—
it coSts you less money to live better.
Remember, Hydro is your public utility
service ... a service that costs only
pennies a day to use and enjoy to the full!
*CosI figures and comparisons based on rates
and consumption in URBAN areas only.
BRINGS YOU
BETTER LIVING
and lowers Living Costs!
Very acimerateiy, wust Kimr*
watching eyes, Stanley drew a wallet;
from his pocket.-
Inspiration had come to Stanley.
He had sought a meeting to enlist'
Slanty Gano’s aid in a careful plan toj
have Lee Hollister and Josefa Ram*
irez disappear from this part of the
country on the same night.
Now the elaborate and perilous-
plan was thrown aside. Slanty knew-'
something, Stanley’s fingers went to=
the. wallet and drew out a thousand
dollax* bill.
Slanty’s eyes glistened greedily.
Stanley watched him narrowly.
Slanty was moistening avid lips with
the tip of his tongue, Covetous fin-*
gers stole toward the -bill, Slanty
leaned forward and "whispered, a sly
grin showing his discolored teeth, . , ,
* * *
Stanley did not return directly to
the Circle V. Instead he took the
trail to that small huddle of adobe
buildings; the Ramirez ranchito. -
When he arrived there was not sigti
of life about the house.
There was movement, quickly still
ed, on the slope back of him, but he
did not see it. .There was other move
ment much nearer, and a flash of col
or as Josefa sat up behind the rock „
where she had been curled like a kit
ten.
“Oh—hello, beautiful!” He wheeled
and caught sight of her, “Hiding out
on me, were you?”
Josefa shrugged a disdainful shoul
der, “I been here,” she said coldly.
His sand slipped inside his coat,and
came out with a velvet case. Josefa’s
.eyes flashed and then glistened.
She had meant to be very angry
with Stanley. But the case was beau
tiful, so richly blue.
On a bed of gleaming luxury a gor
geous bracelet lay, shining with pale
gold, glittering with . brilliants.
“Don’t I rate a kiss for that?”
“Mebbo so.” Josefa sighed happily.
“I put it oh first.”
She reached Cagerly for beauty, and
Josefa’s
him, her
SYNOPSIS
Lee Hollister, returning from a trip
abroad to the Circle V ranch, owned
by Matt Blair, who for twenty years
had been like a father to Lee, decides
to surprise the family. He sends them
no word of his coming and rides over
the hills to the ranch on” horseback.
When he finally sees the wide ranch
land before him, he is astonished at
the unusual aspect of the place. He
is troubled, too, when he meets Slanty
Gano on Matt’s land. Then Joey—old
prospector befriended by Matt—tells
'him Matt is dead by .his own hand. . .
Joey says the ranch is going to ruin
under Lawler, manager appointed by
Virginia, Matt’s daughter, who is liv
ing in New York with her aunt and
uncle in New York—the Archers. Lee
goes east and pc-rsuades Virginia to
return to the ranch to save it..........
Mrs. Archer follows her, accompanied
by Stanley, son of Milton Bradish.
Stanley thinks he may be able to dis
credit Lee in Virginia’s eyes. . . .
and encourages Josefa Ramirez in her
liking for Lee. One evening Josefa
forces Lee to watch her dance, and
throws herself into his arms just as
Virginia rides past with Stanley.
to tug at a tough little scrub that
might answer to beat with, but could
not get it loose. Somebody must help
those toiling menf Where was Stan
ley?
A crescendo of hoofbeats brought
two more Circle V men tearing along
from one direction, and from another
two glaring eyes appeared, bobbing
and shifting. That was an automobile
racing toward them with all the speed
.it had, lurching insan.ely over hum
mock and hollow. It drew up with a
gasping rattle, only a battered Ford,
but piled to the running boards with
men. They swarmed out with a clat
ter of axes and picks and spades, tools
for fire breaks, and raced tiphill. She
heard Led*s shout. •
“Take it easy, Joey, here comes
relief crew. Go keep an eye on
horses, will you?”
Joey came stumbling down
slope with uncertain legs.
“Why, Honey, you here?’’
"Oh, Joey, can they stop it?
did it happen?” -
the
the
back. Ravels of smoke trailed chok
ingly against her face, wavered, thin
ned, and came on again.
“Oh, J(oey, it’s wind!!”
A triumphant yell came from the
fire line beyond, and her own voice
joined excitedly in Joey’s thin cheer.
The wind had turned. Men straight
ened tired bodies and mopped sweat
streaking faces, grinning in sudden
cheerfulness.
They moved here and there, stamp
ing out danger' spots. Presently the
volunteers returned and piled them
selves and their implements into the
elastic Ford, shy of thanks and declin
ing Virginia’s invitation for everyone
to breakfast at the Circle V.
It was only part of a day’s work.
Dawn streaks were showing, faint
pastel shades, deepening into opales
cent tight, and Lee was coming .to
ward her. A streaked and ragged
tramp, of a man, but somehow mark
ed with authority, and carrying hero
ism and disgrace with equal lightness.-
“No cause for alarm now,” he said
At the corral-she turned to find
Stanley at her heels. “The bunk' house
is empty,” he told her. “I saw a cou
ple of men riding out like blazes as
I came out. Something’s Up.”
“Hurry!” she said urgently. “Which
way did the boys go?”
He indicated it briefly, and hurried.
Virginia barely waited for him to
.mount, and was off. Less than half a.
mile away they saw a red glow.
“Oh, it’s a new one. It’s here!”
Black Lightning tossed another
quarter mile behind him. There it
was, just ahead of her. Leaping, lick
ing tongues of flame, throbbing
through a murk of smoke—dark pat
ches — red patches grotesque fig
ures that moved in a pulsating glow,
with arms like flails—Stanley some
where behind her—where was Lee?
Her eyes raked the slope anxiously.
“Stanley, hurry!” she called back.
No answer came. She flung herself
off as near to the fire line as she dar
ed.
Higher up the slope men were
working like demons, with swaying
bodies and threshing arms, beating
out flames with brooms of hastily cut
scrub, stamping with their feet. One
bi them was taller than the others.
She could see his strong, fast move
ments through the smoke. She began
Them boys? Shore they can stop
Why, Lee fit it all alone for two
hours, before me an’ Curly an’ Dar
rell got here.’,
“But how did it happen?” she per
sisted. “Does Lee know?”
Jock shook a dubious head,
looks like it was set, Honey,
an idee he suspicions mote’n
on, &ttt they ain’t no proof,”
Minutes dragged by as they watch
ed anxiously. Virginia began hunt
ing for a weapon of her own.
Wait, Honey!”
Joey grasped her arm, pulling her
cheerfully. “How did you find out
about it? Smell Smoke, or did some
body arouse the house?”
it.
“Kinds
I got
he lets
“I smelled smoke. And then Stan
ley . . .”
She hesitated, pulled between anger
and uncertainty. Where was Stanley,
and why had he lagged behind when
every man was needed?. She saw the
ironic glint in Lee’s eyes.”
“Right here/’ drawled a careless
voice,
Stanley was coming up back of her,
sauntering along with his usual sang
froid. His ordinarily careful toilet
was somewhat rumpled, his silk shirt
was open at the throat and was streak
ed and smudged, and another black
streak tan across his chin,
“Oh—Stanley! Where were you,?”
There was sharp relief in her voice.
“Over there,” He indicated the dir
ection with a careless movement of
the head. “The horse bolted, or I’d
have been here sooner than I was.”
He smiled with engaging frankness
and held up. both hands, grimy with
unaccustomed toil. Virginia; laughing,
looked from Stanley’s grimed palms
to Lee’s. The laugh broke off sudden
ly with a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, Lee, you are hurtl You’re
burned 1”
Angry red streaks burned dully on
the hands Lee had not troubled to ex
hibit. She held one, delicately, for
fear her touch would hurt him, and
anxiously examined the burns.
“Oh, just a scorch or two. Noth
ing to worry about.” •
His reassuring smile gave no hint
that the burns were stinging viciously
at that very moment. There seemed
nothing more to be said. She looked
at Lee; at Joey, having a little smoth
ered tantrum of his own. “You’ve
been splendid—-all of you.” This time
her quick glance included Stanley.
She mounted quickly, with a last
glance at the wide, blackened area still
hot underfoot and giving off sullen
curls of smoke, and at the two men
looking after her.
Joey waited only until they were
out of hearing.’ •
“Did ye hear that?” he exploded
irately. “Of all the doggone impi-
dence! Whyn’t .you say somethin’,
Lee Hoollister, ’stead of standin’ there
trompin’ on my foot till ye dang’ near
mashed it?”
Joey’s voice rose to an indignant
wail. “He came sneakin’ through the
junipers back 'there when the fire was
’most over and began patting 'it, nice,
and delicate, with a scrub Curly’d
throwed away. ’Way out on the edge
where the smoke pretty near hid him,
takin’ doggone good care of hisself
an’ rub.bin’ the smears on his dood
Shirt when he thought nobody was
looking.”
Lee was looking after two disap
pearing figures.
“Joey,” he.said irrelevantly, “there
were tears In .her eyes.” 1
* * *
Stanley Bradish might be a useless
young idler, but he had plenty of nat
ural shrewdness. Several things had
aroused his curiosity since he had
come here, and chief among them
were the activities of Lawler and
Slanty Gano.
More than once he had seen a sig
nificant glancd pass between Virgin
ia’s foreman and the ill-favored indi
vidual who made a slouching pretense
of running the Rancho Collabos for
its non-resident owner.
A few days after the fire he rode
from blazing sunshine into the dim
seclusion of a little canyon with' a
breath of relief. There was a little
rocky pool about halfway down, fed
by a silver thread of watetfail, and
here Slanty Gano was just rising front
a copious drink.
“How d’you. do? Pretty hot out
there.”
Stanley joined the hulking figure at
the pool and dismounted, cupping
both palms under the silver thread
and drinking from them.
“I passed your friend Hollister
about a mile back,” Stanley volunteer
ed carelessly. “He rides around a
good deal, doesn’t he? I should think
he’d be settling down to a job.”
“He’s too busy mindin’ other peo
ple’s business,” Slanty sneered. Then
he grinned knowingly. “Some folks
reckon Lee’s hanging around to settle-
himself for life at the Circle V. Pret
ty soft, hey?” The grin was an of
fensive leer.
“He may be disappointed,” Stanley
said curtly. “He’s working against
Miss Blair’s interests to promote his
own, and it’s time somebody took him
in hand. He’s giving my father a lot
of trouble, too.” ,
“Trouble’s his middle name,” said
Slanty sourly. “He eats it.”
“Then why not feed him more* of
it?” Stanley suggested. “My father
and I will do a lot more for the men
who stand by us than he ’ever will.”
The cards Were on the table now.
The two men eyed each other stead
ily. .
“If Hollister gets what, he wants,
he is going to give you a bad time,’’
Stanley taunted softly. “He doesn’t
like you, ’ Gano.”
“Well, why don’t you? If you tell
it to the right man, it might be worth
while.”
suddenly froze.
“What’s the matter?”
Stanley got no further,
glance had darted beyond
eyes dilating. He heard a quick gasp
as she tore herself away from him;
she started running like a flett little
animal. Before he could even whirl
to face danger, the crack of a rifle
and a stinging shock came almost sim
ultaneously.
Stanley, green-eyed with fear, clap
ped a hand to his shoulder and flung
himself J behind a juniper thicket.
Crouching low in its shelter he jerk
ed his head from side to side, peering
to see from what point the attack had
come, but there was no further sound
save those hostile reverberations just
dying away.
Waiting cracked his nerves. He
dodged out and flung himself on his
horse with a groaning curse for the
twinge it gave him, and a moment lat
er flying hoofs were carrying him
away. (Continued Next Week)
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