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"It seem like the Senorita Mora is sing that song to me. Mebbe she knows I'm set out 'ere on cactus an' listen to her. Ah, I love that Senorita ver' much." The little man with the glasses began to swear in his high falsetto. His ear had caught the phonograph operator in another musical mistake. "That horn-toad let Mrs. Melby die again to-night," said he.

"Did Miss Melby " "Miss Melby my granny!" grunted Rock, in deep disgust. "That there is your wife!" Ford backed up against the wall and stared at him blankly. Afterward he took a deep breath and went out as though the place was on fire. What Ford Found at the Top

He don't know how he does it, and neither do I. Some folks can say funny things, some can sing, like Missus Melby; some can run foot- races, like that Centipede cook " Carara breathed an eloquent Mexican oath. "Do you reckon he fixed that race with Humpy Joe?" inquired Stover. "Name's Skinner," Willie observed. "It sure sounds bad." "I'm sorry Humpy left us so sudden," said Still Bill.

"It's got it beat a mile!" Willie flashed back, harshly. "Here you!" exclaimed Stover, "no arguments. We all have our favorites, and it ain't up to no individual to force his likes and dislikes down no other feller's throat." The two men he addressed mounted their broncos stiffly. "I repeat," said Willie: "The Holy City, as sung by Mrs. Melby, is the swellest tune that ever hit these parts."

Carara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded, as if pleased by the compliment. Then it was that the Flying Heart spokesman made an inquiry in hushed, hesitating tones. "How do you like The Holy City" he removed his hat, as did those back of him. "As sung by Madam-o-sella Melby?" "Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly. "That's a bum, for fair."

He'd switch on the Echo Phonograph and doze off like a babe in arms, for the tender notes of Madam-o-sella Melby in The Holy City would soothe and comfort him like the caressin' hand of a young female woman." "I begin to feel your loss," said Speed, gravely. "Gentlemen, I can only assure you I shall do my best." "Then you won't take no chances?" inquired Willie, mildly.

Melby peter out on my favorite record? He done the same thing last night. It looks like an insult." "It's nothing but ignorance," Stover replied. "He don't want no trouble with you. None of 'em do." "I'd like to know for certain." The small man seemed torn by doubt. "If I only knew he done it a-purpose, I'd git him. I bet I could do it from here."

"There's a heap of sentiment connected with this affair. You see, outside of being a prize that we won at considerable risk, there goes with this phonograph a set of records, among which we all have our special favorites. Have you ever heard Madam-o-sella Melby sing The Holy City?" "I didn't know she sang it," said Speed. "Take it from me, she did, and you've missed a heap."

"I go." "And don't waste no time neither," directed Willie. "You tear like a jack-rabbit ahead of a hot wind." Carara tossed his cigarette aside, and the sound of his spurs was lost around the corner of the house. "This makes a boy of me," the last speaker continued. "I can hear the plaintiff notes of Madam-o-sella Melby once again."