Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

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T.lie Westerners ^ Jim l.xhrJ hi* liuriii»s into a run. iiull<-(ii (lew abtiiit liini and (!»<• hucliboarJ carrrnrj niatlly, aafrly paaaiiift tl<r JantScr lonf. "Girls aint so pood as dogs," said little Dennis. But he couldn't appreciate Molly as Cheyenne Harry did. B FOR Cheyenne Ham life was becoming monotonous at Copper Creek. It was the same old round of working his claim by i'a\ dnd tr>ing to find a liiile sport by Tiiiiht at the Little Nugget. Now a devil-may-care time-waster, Harn. had once been a tenderfoot from Philadelphia. A love for adventure had taken him with the gold rush to the Black Hill of Dakota, Like all the other gold-crazed seekers, Harry cared little for the rights of the Indians. Pah-sep-pjah. they called the Black Hills, the home of their god, Gitche-Manitou. By them that soil was held sacred and even to touch foot on it except in ceremony was a sacrilege. True, solemn treaties had been made by the white man with the Indians not to desecrate his land, but gold breaks promises, and the Indians saw their sacred Pahsepv-pah entered by the white man in a lustful search for gold. 'Cant you do something to liven this town up?" was Harr>'s greeting to Mike Lafond. who was one day announced as the new owner of the Little Nugget. Lafond owned a string of saloons and dance halls in the Black Hills. .\ half-breed, with the \nces of both races and the virtues of neither, he amassed wealth by catering to the vices of men. "Say. I'm going to make a live joint out of this place." Lafond promised. "Going to open up a dance hall, and I'm going to bring my daughter to town. Say. boys, wait until "■' 5ee my daughter! She's been going to school over at the "i ted Tail Reservation. Her name's Molly — Molly Lafond, a.^.! she'll make you stand up and Uke notice." Just how much notice Harry was to take of Mollv Lafond that happy-go-lucky individual was destined to learn soon. Always ha\-ing obeyed his owti impulses, a thing he could not folwas a restraining hand. It wasn't that he held any grudge -t Jim Burklcy, — goo<i old Jim Buckley, leading citizen but if he wanted a little fun with the oM . t appreciate Harry's somewhat rough humor. :n I want interference on the part of anvone. •refnre. when Buckley dragged Cheyenne Harry off the man. a fight was in keeping with his mood." A flash, •Tien faced each other with drawn guns. The door ;a.;wccd them suddenly banged open and a girt stood before Gertrude K. Smith them. A stranger she was, with soft dark curls hanging over her shoulders, big trusting brown eyes and a womanliness about her no man present had ever seen before in that rou^;h countr>'. From one to the other the big eyes turned. Slowly, and with somewhat sad eyes holding hi.'^, she approached big Jim. Taking his gun from his limp hand, she placed it in its holster and then turned to Harry. That young man was experiencing strange emotions. He was actually ashamed of himself — ashamed to be caught turning a gun on another man ! Ashamed to face those searching eyes! Never in all his harcm-scarum life had he ever been ashamed. He had one never-failing remedy for all difficult situations — his smile, but it brought only a slight answer to the girl's red lips. Back into the holster slipped Harry's gun. "My daughter," introduced Lafond. "Vou boys need someone to make you stand around,'' said Molly gayly, as she perched herself on the bar. "Aren't you glad I came? Why doesn't someone say so?" But the "boys" were tongue-tied with admiration and bashfulness. 'Hey, Jim." they voted. "You make a speech!" .•\nd Jim Buckley, afraid of nothing in the world or out of it except women, took off his hat, shifted from one big fool to the other and tried. "Er — er — beauteous member of your sect, we — er — we — " Embarrassment entirely overcame him. "Here, I'll show you how to welcome a lady." volunteered Harry. Doffing his hat. swinging it at arm's length, he bowed deeply and not without grace. Deliberately approaching the unsuspecting girl, he quickly grabbed her tight in his arms and kisser! her. Right then and there Cheyenne Harry got acquainted with i new species of the so-called weaker sex. Eyes bright ant! lip-i slightly smiling, Molly slowly slid from her scat and stood, straight and strong, in front of the boy. Her right arm swun^ up and out. Smack, slap! against his left cheek. Smack, slap! Her left hanrl smartly smote the other cheek. She had strength, this young slip of a girl whom he could have carrier! off under one arm. but behind those slaps was all 77