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The perennial charm of a story of a slim girl, with blue eyes and hair like ripe corn, who guides with her slender hands the fortunes of a ranch once Trailed Down" ad, London, 3/6). Kenneth Barton tramps from the city to find a job on what he riks is Mr. Morton's ranch:
He was wearing store clothes, gone dusty on his tramp to this point, and his grey fedora hat was literally laden with dust, for there had been no rain for weeks, and the traM la town was inch-deep in earthy powder. He was of medium height, with shoulders rounded from stooping over an office desk, and his not unatttactive face looked stron white, in Spite of the dust that had collected it, by comparison with browned countenances of J
Kenseth is a strong man himself by the middle of the book:
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