The Sheriff's Son

ghe Spi

ver, did you?" ask

ell.' In time I became a man and put away childish things. Can I sell you a windmill, Mr. C

ills long?" the ran

being cross-examined and his study of law had taught him that he had be

oposition. This country needs the Dynamo Aermotor and I need the money. So I took the agency. I have learned a fifteen minutes' spiel. It giv

ng windmill," she s

ed to Jeff Rutherford. "Couldn't you take Mr

as his friend's eyes met his he chan

uble you, Mr. Ruther

. This young man was her guest. She did not see an

I'll take you mysel

sy. He can take a half-da

Beulah followed him

e-thief that you ask him so many q

don't know what he is, Beula

le that he is wh

ible, but I don

f a man, but when you meet him in my house I'll

him before th

ought to be enough for y

t I can stay away, can't I? Well, I'm not go

harlton turned the head of his horse, not towa

kle, dressed it, and pronounced that all it needed was a rest. No bones were broken,

s owner slept intermittently. By morning she was no longe

ver to the Tighe place in the bu

rs exchang

with your bad ankle, honey?"

rence, dad, so long as I d

oys hitched up and brought the team to the front

reins, nodded good-bye to

ir from the hills were like wine to their young blood. Once when the road climbed a hilltop the long saw-toothed range lifted before them,

of sullen resentment that had impressed him yesterday. She was gay and happy and vivid. Wild roses bloomed in her cheeks. For this young man belonged to the great world outside in which she was so

g aspens which blocked the mouth of a sm

ay in?" Beulah as

ll. There is not an open foo

at big rock over to the left. A trail drops down into the aspens back o

't troubled much

him. I wish he would move away.

the Tighe place as they drove up.

audry. "Don't mind if he is gruf

on his yellow, sapless face. That smile seemed to Roy more deadly than anger. It did not warm the cold, ma

you, Miss Beu

ing fast, found himself shaking hands with Tighe. The man had an odd t

iss Rutherford. "Brad Charlton said you were t

ighe's voice was suave. "What i

nutes. There was something about the still lo

but he would not let his mind wander from the single track upon which he was proj

ature over, Mr. Street. I suppose

es

ee me again. I can't com

suggeste

down." He indicated his crutches with a little lift

she will," Beaud

girl and back again to Roy. He had a way of dr

's good. Young folks don't know how it pleasures an old man to

the almost servile deference, held a sinister threat that chilled the spine of his guest. The young man thought of

do an old man a favor. This porch is my home, as you might say, seeing as how I'm sorter held do

'll take it now,"

king to Mr. Street, as you might say. Wouldn't that make

he picture? Why had he baited a trap to get a picture of him without Beulah Rutherford knowing that

soon as I print it, Mr.

ng me set the table, we'll leave Mr. Street this old newspaper for a few mi

at once that Tighe had laid his spell upon her. She was again the sullen, resentful girl of yesterday. Suspicion filmed her eyes. The eager light

talked of stock, crops, and politics. Occasionally the host diverted the talk to outside topics. He asked the young man poli

heir backs upon the ranch. But his spirits did not register normal even in the spring sun