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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
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OH, WHAT A RIDE IT HAS BEEX ! EXCLAIMED THE NEW ARRIVAL.
"Come right into the house and get something to eat," urged Mrs. Lewis. "Yon look completely worn out."
The young woman did not look in the least worn out. She looked particularly charming, and none the worse for her long trip across the continent, and the dusty drive over miles of alkali and sage brush.
The saddle repair-shop had suspended industry the instant the guest appeared to view, and the lone workman stalked after his employer expecting to add his welcome after the first burst of exclamations had subsided. Mother Lewis, however, was too excited to think of ordinary little courtesies. As they started toward the house she kept enfolding the girl in her motherly embrace at such frequent intervals that Bill still remained discreetly in the background.
"Oh, my suit case! Where is it? I should die if anything ever happened to that. I've got something in it for you, Auntie." The 3Toung woman's sud
den exclamation caused the whole party to pause abruptly.
"Here it is. I've got it," answered her uncle, who was well laden with various impedimenta.
"Xo, not that one. There's another." Mary turned hastily in the direction of the retreating wagon only to encounter the genial smile and respectful bow of the cowboy.
Pretty girls were not frequent visitors at the ranch, especially girls from the East. Mother Lewis had told the boys weeks ago that her niece was coining, and they had all been looking forward to the event with much interest. Bill had been watching the pretty play of dimples, as the maiden laughed and chatted, and had quite decided that she was irresistible. Then came that sudden stampede about the suit case.
"I have your grip, Miss."
Bill spoke very deferentially, but at his words all the pretty smile faded. The girl looked him over as one accustomed to frown upon any presump