Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1916 - Feb 1917)

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52 The Quitter sure there must be a lot of good in him, or he wouldn't have given me his claim and the house." "Why, as to that, miss, there's a lot uh good in most of us, an' you kin have yer pick uh the camp, I'm thinkin'. I'm a sorter sheriff an' general order keeper. McFarland by birth ; Big Bill by usage. I'm here to say that we'll pertect you as long as you care to stay. Xow it's up to you to say if yer ready to start for Paradise Gulch or whether you'll turn back." Glad Mason turned her pretty head, stared down the rails — and shuddered. "Indeed I'll come!" she said. '•You can't know how glad I am to get away from — from somebody I don't want to talk about." A week passed rapidly — never in the history of Paradise Gulch had seven days fled with such astonishing swiftness. The coming of Glad Mason had worked a transformation in the camp. It seemed as if every man had a hope that she might accept him as a husband, and strove meanwhile to appear at his best. One morning Big Bill strolled over to the shack and found Miss Mason with her arms filled with wild flowers. "You look glad — like your name," he said, pulling off his hat. To Languish in jail was not Happy Jack's idea of a joke.