Rim o' the World

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Bower B. M.. Rim o' the World

CHAPTER ONE. THE RIM AND WHAT LAY BENEATH IT

CHAPTER TWO. THE LORRIGAN TREE GROWS THRIFTILY

CHAPTER THREE. MARY HOPE DOUGLAS APPEARS

CHAPTER FOUR. A MATTER OF BRANDS

CHAPTER FIVE. THEY RIDE AND THEY DO NOT TELL WHERE

CHAPTER SIX. BELLE MEETS AN EMERGENCY IN HER OWN WAY

CHAPTER SEVEN. THE NAME

CHAPTER EIGHT. THE GAME

CHAPTER NINE. A LITTLE SCOTCH

CHAPTER TEN. THE LORRIGAN WAY

CHAPTER ELEVEN. LANCE RIDES AHEAD

CHAPTER TWELVE. SHE WILL, AND SHE WON’T

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. A WAY HE HAD WITH HIM

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. IN WHICH LANCE FINISHES ONE JOB

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. HE TACKLES ANOTHER

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. ABOUT A PIANO

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. THE LORRIGAN VIEWPOINT

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. PEDDLED RUMORS

CHAPTER NINETEEN. MARY HOPE HAS MUCH TROUBLE

CHAPTER TWENTY. AS HE LIVED, SO HE DIED

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. LANCE TRAILS A MYSTERY

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. LANCE RIDES ANOTHER TRAIL

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE. LANCE PLAYS THE GAME

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR. WHEN A LORRIGAN LOVES

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE. BELLE LORRIGAN WINS

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. THE DOPE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN. HOW ONE TRAIL ENDED

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT. THE MAKING OF NEW TRAILS

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Young Tom Lorrigan had found his mate. Had he known more about life in the big world beyond the Rim, he must have been amazed at his luck. Once a man dropped dead in a poker game when he had staked his last blue chip and drawn a royal flush. In the great game of hearts Tom had drawn a royal flush, but he did not drop dead. Instead, he went right on living, more determined than ever to own a million dollars’ worth of cattle and horses before he died, considerably before he died, because he wanted to enjoy that million with Belle. And because of her he wanted that million to be honest money.

Everything he did now, he did for Belle more than for himself. As a matter of course she became his real reason for living. She was like the sun. He took her for granted, never questioning the blessed warmth of her presence, never stopping to wonder what life would be like if he lost her. She was beautiful, with a beauty that never palled and never paled. She laughed a great deal, and he never could keep laughter from his own lips while he listened. When she sang she put the meadow larks to shame, and afterwards when he rode the range alone Tom would whistle strange, new melodies that the Black Rim country never had heard before,–melodies which Belle had taught him unconsciously with her singing. He did not know that it would have astonished a city dweller to hear the bad man of Black Rim Country whistling Schubert’s “Serenade” while he rode after cattle, or Wagner’s “Prize Song,” or “Creole Sue,” perhaps, since Belle, with absolute impartiality, sang everything that she had ever heard sung. On billboards before eastern theatres Belle Delavan had been called “The Girl with a Thousand Songs.” Audiences had been invited by the stage manager to name any selection they might choose, assured that Belle would sing it from memory. No wonder that her singing never grew stale to Tom Lorrigan!

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“I don’t. But I sure do want ’em to have the fightin’ stuff in ’em, whether it ever comes out or not. Take Lance, there. Lance ain’t a fighter, either; but by the Lord John, it’s there! Once get Lance started, and I’d back him against any three men in the Black Rim. It’s in him, if the play ever come up. And it’s in Al. The Lorrigan is strong in Al. But that Duke–”

“Honey, I think maybe it’s the Delavan in Duke. I remember an old maid aunt of mine that used to bolt the door and quarrel with my mother through the keyhole. I guess maybe Duke has got a little touch of Aunt Jane.”

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