“HOORAY FOR THE WILD WEST!”
The family gathered in the library. Major Dale, Dorothy’s father, sat
forward in his armchair, leaning his crossed hands and chin upon his
cane. Joe and Roger, Dorothy’s brothers, fidgetted side by side upon
the leather couch.
Mrs. Winnie White, Major Dale’s sister, and her two big sons, Ned and
Nat, occupied chairs at the table. Dorothy and Tavia, their arms about
each others’ waists, were on a narrow settee in the fireplace, that was
banked with green, odorous Balsam boughs.
“Now, children, I have a great announcement to make--two, in fact,”
said Aunt Winnie, playing with her lorgnette and smiling about at the
expectant faces. “The Major tells me to ‘go ahead,’ and I am going to
do so.
“First of all, the Dale and White families have come in for a
considerable increase in this world’s goods. In other words, the Major
and I have been left in partnership, the great Hardin Ranch and game
park, in Colorado.”
“Game! Shooting! Wow!” ejaculated Nat.
“Ranch! Cattle! Ah!” added his brother.
“Sounds like a new college yell,” muttered Tavia in Dorothy’s ear.
“I was well aware,” continued Aunt Winnie, “that old Colonel Hardin
contemplated making the Major a beneficiary of his will. The Colonel
was my brother’s companion in arms during the war----”
“And a right good fellow, too,” interposed Dorothy’s father, heartily.
“When Colonel Hardin came East several years ago, he spoke to me about
this intended disposition of his estate. He knew he could not live for
long. The doctors had already pronounced upon his case, and he had
no family, you will remember,” Aunt Winnie said. “I had no idea he
proposed making _me_ a legatee, as well. But he has done so. The Hardin
property is a great estate--one of the largest in Colorado.”
“Hooray for the Wild West!” murmured Tavia, waving a handkerchief, yet
evidently suffering under some emotion beside extravagant joy!
“The Hardin property was first of all a quarter section of Government
land--one hundred and sixty acres--that the Colonel took up and proved
upon when he obtained his discharge from the army. Then he bought up
neighboring sections and finally obtained control of a vast, wild park
in the foothills adjoining his cattle range.
“Of late years cattle have gone out and farming has come in. All
between the Hardin land and Desert City are farms. They need irrigation
for their developement.
“Colonel Hardin told me he held the water supply for the whole region
in his hands. It would cost a large sum, he said, to make the water
available for Desert City and the dry farming lands.”
“How is that, mother?” asked Ned, interested.
“I do not just know?”
“Can’t they dig wells and get water?” demanded Roger Dale.
“It strikes me,” said the Major, chuckling, “that in some of those
desert lands, they say it is easier to pipe it in fifty miles than to
dig for it. It’s just as far under the surface, or overhead, as it is
latitudinally!”
“I suppose it must be something like that,” agreed Aunt Winnie. “I only
know that Colonel Hardin said when the City and the farmers could raise
the money necessary he stood ready to lease the water rights to them.
Such lease would add vastly to the income from his property.
“Now, his lawyers have informed us that the will giving all this great
estate to the Major and me, has been probated, and that somebody must
come out there and look over the property and meet the people who want
the water, and all that.”
“And somebody means _us_, mother?” cried Nat, joyfully.
“Us young folks--yes,” said Mrs. White, smiling. “That is my second
announcement--and the larger part of the surprise, I warrant. We are
going to celebrate Dorothy’s graduation by taking a trip West.
“The Major does not feel equal to the journey, because of his lameness;
I am to take over the property jointly in our names. I shall need you
four young people, of course, to advise me,” and she laughed.
“Say! Say! what four young people?” demanded Roger and Joe in chorus.
“Why,” said their Aunt, “you know somebody must remain to look after
the Major. _That_ duty, Joe, devolves upon you and Roger. Ned and Nat
are going with me, and of course Dorothy can’t go without Tavia.”
“Hold me, somebody!” begged Tavia. “I am going to faint with joy,” and
she fell weakly into Dorothy’s arms. “I was afraid I was going to be
left out,” she muttered.
Nat ran with an ink bottle in lieu of smelling salts, but Tavia waved
him away.
“Keep your distance, sir!” she cried. “This is a brand new frock--and
they don’t grow on bushes; at least, they don’t in Dalton.”
“You bet they don’t,” commented Ned. “If the present-day girl’s frocks
grew in the woods all the wild animals certainly _would_ run wild. The
bite of a chipmunk would give one hydrophobia.”
“Every knock’s a boost,” sniffed Tavia, who was very proud indeed of
her narrow skirt. “I notice the boys are just as much interested in us
as ever, no matter what we wear. Why! Dorothy and I had a perfectly
scandalous adventure this morning----”
The maid appeared in the doorway at that moment and looked at Mrs.
White. “What is it, Marie?” asked the lady.
“A--a gentleman, Madam,” said the maid. “At least, it’s a man, Mrs.
White. And he wants to see you particular, so he says. He says he’s
come all the way from Colorado about getting some water. I don’t
understand what he means.”
“Crickey!” exclaimed the irreverent Nat. “What a long way to come for a
drink.”
“It must be about this very thing we are speaking of,” said the Major,
starting.
The two girls had risen and gone to a window. They could see out upon
the porch.
“Goodness, Doro!” gasped Tavia, grabbing her chum tightly. “That’s the
very man we met on the road this morning.”
We began to get acquainted with Dorothy Dale, and Tavia Travers, and
their friends in the first volume of this series, entitled “Dorothy
Dale: A Girl of To-day.” At that time Dorothy was more than three years
younger than she is to-day. Nevertheless, when her father was taken
ill, she undertook the regular publication of his weekly paper, _The
Dalton Bugle_, which was the family’s main dependence at that time.
Later the family received an uplift in the world and went to live at
the Cedars, Aunt Winnie’s beautiful home, while Dorothy and Tavia
went to Glenwood School where, through “Dorothy Dale at Glenwood
School,” “Dorothy Dale’s Great Secret,” “Dorothy Dale and Her Chums,”
“Dorothy Dale’s Queer Holidays,” “Dorothy Dale’s Camping Days” and
“Dorothy Dale’s School Rivals” our heroine and her friends enjoyed many
pleasures, had adventures galore, worked hard at their studies, had
many schoolgirl rivalries, troubles, secrets, and learned many things
besides what was contained in their textbooks.
In the eighth volume of the series, entitled, “Dorothy Dale in the
City,” Dorothy and Tavia spent the holidays with Aunt Winnie and her
sons, in New York. Aunt Winnie had taken an apartment in the city, on
Riverside Drive, and the girls had many gay times, likewise helping
Mrs. White very materially in the untangling of a business matter that
had troubled her.
“Dorothy Dale’s Promise,” the volume preceding our present story, deals
with Dorothy’s last semester at Glenwood School, and her graduation.
Tavia, who is a perfect flyaway, but one with a heart of gold, is close
to her chum all the time, and the two inseparables had now, but the
week before, bidden the beautiful old school good-bye.
Dorothy Dale was a bright and quick-witted girl; the impulsive Tavia
was apt to get them both into little scrapes of which Dorothy was
usually obliged to find the door of escape.
Now, when the maid announced the black-mustached man, and the boys
departed by another door, Tavia drew Dorothy into the embrasure of a
curtained window, whispering:
“Let’s wait. I’m _crazy_ to know what has brought such a brigandish
looking fellow here.”
“But it is not nice to listen,” objected Dorothy.
“But your aunt doesn’t mind.”
Mrs. White smiled at the two girls as she saw them pop behind the
draperies. There was nothing private about the proposed interview.
The Major sat back in his chair while Aunt Winnie arose to meet the
stranger as the maid ushered him into the library.