SYNOPSIS, sme Alan Wayne le sent away from Red HL his home, by his uncle, J. Y., as a moral faliure., Clem drinks Alan's health on his birthday. Judge Healey defends Alan in his business with his employers. Alan and Alix, Gerry's wife, meet at iy homeward bound, apd start a flirt atl At home, (derry, as he thinks, sec Alix and Alan aloping, d ro and goes to Pernambuco. Alix leaves Alan on the traln and goes home Gerry leaves Per- ngmbuee and goes to Plranhas. On a canoe trip he meets a native girl, The fudge fails to trace Gerry. A baby is born to Alix. The natlve girl ta Ty te the ruined plantation she is m 8 of Gerry marries her. At Map h r Col- lHngeford tells how he Fen Per Cent Wayne -—bulldir v bridge in Africa. Poliingelord meets b 3 baby and give er enc serry. Alan comes b not go home He nn in the city, Gerry begir garita's plant ng ditch. In letters and drean ures Lieber's cattle A baby comes to Margarit meets Alix in tl hanged. Alar yiveies Graloeleiilion 3 Bo GBB Bo BoB B Bo Beale Sedo ote Bet Do you know the home long- ing that comes to a fellow stranded halfway round the earth from his own dooryard? Gerry and Jake, two forsaken Americans, meet in these cir cumstances in the heart of South America and ange dream-talk. exch Fleder bd Ae bbe de bd Lr BAB Ree et rn el A Be pnt le CHAPTER XViil—Continued. “Why Mrs. Wayne —onl) “And you don’t the judge Weil, Wayne and Mrs Alar and Their denly Wayne lous —the all who That why vv iat are 1e after: hesit 0UTrse ‘I don’t Y. wants “that J. He aaid to shake hands with me.” don’ wants to, ei ther, my Dog ut lo know this, He's man, but there's never a dny $ too rushed to think of you.' Alan stopped and held out his ‘1 am much ged to you, T'm sorry think of it i'm off office now, as U've teleph Swithson.' J. Y. received his nep 3 that ne hand. he sald, myself. soon as obl I didn’t to his ned ww with ont. His rugged face was it up with the rare smile that came for it was the far-flung visible expression of a deep stretched to it seldom, the commotion “1 Just dropped in, sir,” sald “tr Buy I'm off South America Africa seems mking a year off.” They and for a moment and then J. Y. arose and held out his band again. “If that's the cane,” he said, won't keep you. Good-by and good luck.” “(iood-by, sir,” sald Alan As hie reached the door J. Y. spoke again. “Alan” ‘I'm giad you fropped in.” “1 am too, sir,” said Alan. He wag just leaving the sedate old office bullding, sandwiched in between miodern towers of Babel, when a eab 8 up at the curb. The door opened nd a girl stepped out. She suddenly #tood still. Alan's eyes were drawn to her and found hers fixed on him. He drew a quivering breath. Clem stood before him. She saw his hesitation and a cloud came over the light in her face. Her moist lips trembled, Thelr hands met. “Alan!” “Clem!” And so they stood, his oyes fixed In Gers that were blue and deep. He felt Lis son! sinking, sluking into those cripple Alan, again to to be good by. wnt looked at euch other he said, * she sald and he answered, cooling pools. He did not wish ever to speak agaln—ever to think again. And then Clem laughed. Her eyes wrinkled up. There was a gleam of even teeth, The wind blew her furs about her and lit the color in her cheeks. “How solemn we are after three years!” she cried. “Three years, Alan. Aren't you ashamed?” Alan felt a sense of sudden insula- tion as though she had deliberately cut current that had flowed so strongly between them. “I am away,” he akly waved at an approaching four-wheeler, piled high with traveling kit and voyed by his hurried but never servant, But Clem stuck ly? she the going and stammered we to her guns glance at arching sald with na loaded cab and with Then her can't expect you? We seem to eeting when you ing away. T hurry. Good-by gloved hand. Alan's spirit was and this, he var. He wp it,” he drawled. lem before but eyebrows, smile burst me to be here sudder braced 1 He | ¥ 100 wice | to ( er taken up ti with him “Besides,” “there's a difference after ma.” before ran Uravely And tliat “Double in ten ver and seat to the pon Gerry spent i + Ma MLE shelter from the un raised waited. wir when a voles He drew nearer In a in song reached his The tone, Sura, voice nasal ch somehow sounded familiar was unknown to him, it was chanting a long string of doggerel end- ing In an unvarying refrain Gerry econld m out the longdranwn tail-end of the song: “comin’ down the drawr English! sic! whi thot gh it . io Finally 3 the American! The {mnressions eame in rapid Gerry strove to plerce the darkness. He could hear the near. by splash of careful mules, pleking their way through puddles with finick ing lttie steps. Ile felt a shadow In the darkness and could just see above it a blur of yellow Behind it, more shadows. On an Impuise he did not stop to measure, he shouted in English, “Hallo, there!” The doggere] was choked off in mid flight. The yellow blur came to a sud den stop and the nasal voice rang out in quick staccato, “Speak gain, stranger, and speak qnick!” “It's all right.” Gerry langhed back. “Where are you bound for?” “I'm headed down the drawr lookin’ my Cowboy mu succession feet, What do you know?" “Can you see the water In the ditch at your right?" “Yasser, I can. 1 ¢'n see you, too” “Well,” shouted back. Gerry, “your eyes beat mine. Follow the ditch un. til you come to a bridge. 1'll meet you there.” Gerry found the little eavaleade walting for him, six pack-mules, a na- tive driver and, towering above them, A great lanky figure in a yellow oll skin slicker topped by a Dbroad- brimmed Steteon. Gerry looked over the outfit as carefully as the darkness would allow and then sald tentatively, “There's a house down there In the valley.” “Is the’ 7" drawled the steauger spite ting deliberately into the ditch, “Well,” he volunteered after a further pause, “my name's Jake Kemp. The this outfit is six mules packin’ and the greaser packin’ “That's all right,” guess we can put you up. He Jed the way and the pack train splashed along after him. The mules were soon relleved of thelr burdens and turped into the pasture, Boni faclo took the native muleteer away to his quarters and Gerry stranger passed through the house to the kitchen A patriarchal hospitality came nat- urally to the inmates of Fazenda Flores. [t was a tradition not only on that plantation but throughout a vast hinterland, where life was rude and death sudden, to be gentle to the stranger, to feel him and his beast and to speed him on in the early morn- ing. There was but one rule to the stranger: He must keep his eyes to the front. Jake Kemp had evidently learned the brief code. He ate raven ously, poured down coffee with the recklessness of a man that draws on a limitless power to sleep, and made his few remarks to Gerry and to Ger ry alone, Gerry was feeling a strange elation that he strove in vain to account for, This was an American but beyond that they had nothing In New York and Texas are connected only by fiction, Perhaps it was just curl Curiosity invaded him. What Texas cowboy doing on the road past rest of orchids the mules.” said Gerry, “I common sity. was a Fazenda Flores with a mule orchids? AB nt wner declared himself. “My 'sa Gerry Lan he sald Jd down sald oF train © “9” hia vest rette L$ pocke erry had seen the ye! the low pa- flaked to the “Alan!™ She Said, and He Answered, “Clem!” in and then he said in his eye that was aimost a # the first orchids ma'ket under a “1 guess them that ever dlamond Here ate, traveled to hiteh' was an came too Gerry did ne i to follow it up. Once emp seemed to acquire a sudden new ease and mind. He hung by one stirrup and leaned “Stranger.” he “I'm mu it's a way "mu the Alamo to Noo Yawk the hull country's under one fence.” He waved hia hand and was gone af- ter his pack train, lifting his mule with his goose-necked spurx into a ing canter. Two weeks after ing, as evening was settilng zenda the echo of a mincing steps on the bridge made Ger. ry look up from his work. “Howdy.” sald Kemp and paused on that to measure his welcome. He was satisfied and urged his tired mule on towards the house, Gerry walked be. side him and learned that the ship ment of orchids had just caught the steamer at the cosst, Kemp unsaddied his mule and tossed the harness and silcker upon the veranda. As Gerry was closing the gap into the pasture Kemp came up and stood beside him, Hie cast a knowing eye over the fat stock. “You done a good job for Lie ber,” he remarked Gerry nodded a little sadly. “Yea” he said, “the contract's filled. Lieber's sending for the stock day after tomor row.” As they sat on the veranda that night smoking endless cigarottes, Kemp turned to his host. “Dye mind if 1 stay over a day with you? Truth is, 1 want to be'p drive that stock up to Lieber's, want to he'p whistle a bunch o steers along ounce more and smell the dust an’ the leakin' udders, an’ {I shouldn't wonder If 1 let out a yell or so, corralin’ ‘em at the other end.” Gerry nodded understandingly. “Why did you leave It?” he ventured and then regretted and murmured, “Never mind." more in the saddie K of body Kuee and a toward Gerry aver sald, long but hh obliged to ye nrotest- his Pass Flores, mule's But Kemp was not offended, “Naw,” he sald, “I hain't killed my man lately anything like that, | it,” he went on remini I couldn't he'p it. 1 got nights of pu'ple citles.” “Purple what?" exclaimed Gerry. Kemp took a from his mouth and almost smiled. “Never did hear of The Pu'ple City, i reckon?’ (erry shook his head, Kemp drew a well-worn wallet from the capacious inner pocket of his vest and took out a ragged clipping. One could read in the glaring moonlight and Gerry glanced through the printed Hues. Then he read them through again, uot left , because nor seently to dreamin’ clgarette THE PURPLE CITY, As I sat munching mangoes, On the purple city’s walls, i sard the catfish calling, To the crawfish In the crawls I saw the paper sunbeams, Sprouting from the painted sun; I saw the sun was sullen, For the day had but beg Of dusty desert Ten thousand Biretched out before the mornin And the sun sat in the door He sweated seas of sun ne As he started up the sky, And he drowned the purpls ef In & teardrop from his sky -road, miles and mare No more Look N OF The shall up at pu purple roses cheek nurnple pansies » “Never Did Hear of the Pu’ ole City ?™ and leaning and knee against His keen aquiline were lit up arcely his clgaretre end stood with crooked elbow a veranda pillar fentures and deep-sel by the moonlight and seemed to belong to his grea loose Jointed frame, He was loose jointed but like a flall-strong and tough. “There's one thing about the pu'ple *he added, “the daylight always beats you to "em jest Hke in the po'm.” He turned and went off to bed. Gerry sat on In the moonlight seized by a strange the sadness the spirit feels under the troubled hover ing of the unattainable and the mi. rage. Life had queer turns, Why should a cowboy start out to look for purple cities? It was grotesque on the face of it but, beneath the face of it, it was not grotesque. Margarita stole out to seat herself beside him. She glipped ber hand into his. Bhe was worried, She was al ways worried when Gerry's thoughts were far away. “The Man,” she said, for thus she had christened her baby boy from the day of his birth, “the Man sleeps, He cried for thee and thon didst not come. So he slept, for he fa a man,” Gerry's thoughts came back to his little kingdom. Ife sighed and then he sinlled a smile of content. “It Is late then, my flower?" He put his arm around her, “Let us go to bed, for tomorrow there Is work.” “Tomorrow there ia always work,” Hoves citiea,’ ad ness sul Margarita. "1 am not afraid of work, The end of work never Is the things {Lt tl mike me afrald.” She, too, the fluttering wings of able Unknowing the shadow of city's walls, The next day Kemp tried | to help Gerry with the tilling soll but the effort was still had almost forgotten how {i0r0e comes it end had the utood siran tly she the ger's born to walk and his high-heeled boots fell foul of every He off to the mn face, When Gerry came in to the midday meal, he found him with a saddle propped on the arm of a bench giving the delighted swaddled heir to Fazenda Flores his first lesson in equitation. That might they sat again on the veranda steps but Kemp was not talk- ative, He whittled a stick until it dis appeared fn a final curly shaving and then started fresh one, “Known [Lieber long? at last, “Golin’ hummock, house with 8 wandered immediately on a asked Gerry on two years,” replied Kemp. “Does he live off his stock 7 Kemp looked up. “Haven't ben up to Lieber's?” “No,” sald since 1 came off the place. you ev Gerry, “it's tw and I've neve Lieber's been of times here Ip grunted but ed as ! sober ber had thrown | the cat Kemp « the gap bebind him “I think I'l go horses.” sald Lieber. “You po and take yo' men with youn" said Kemp I could drive this fat bunch from here to a hand to spell Gerry expected a some sort when at last ke arrived at hut the things he saw there, than anything he could have imagined, left him calm and sumoved as though some prescience had pre pared him. The was built on the usual solid lines bead- quarters Great, rough-hewn beams; towering rafters, built to carry the heavy tiles and to bear their burden for generations: uncelled, vast rooms with caleimined walls: all these were not outside Gerry's experience in the new land. The strangeness came with the rugs and the linen, the etchings and the furniture, and last and most significant, the shelves and shelves of books and the tables piled with maga- zines in three languages, Evervthing hore the stamp of quality, everything bad the distinction of a choice. Gerry did not let his cariosity carry him beyond a rapid glance around the great living-room where they found Lieber, bathed and freshly dressed, superintending the making of ice In the Intest Ingenious contrivance for the pampering of the ploneer. “lee water In the desert,” thought Gerry and the phrase seemed to him more than words-—{t seemed to paint Lie ber dimly, but as the wind saw him, ahead with rv “y me.” had surprise of Lieber's stranger hiotise of plantation In what manner will Lieber and Kemp affect Lansing's life with Margarita in this hidden | corner of the world? + BA A AA WR We TO BE CONTINUED) “mF iis te. mop 4] o. PORTH EY ATPORYEY APLAV "ELLES STR OF Cae Sern of Coen Bouse EE PA IIL RT ARO Ww BAoFdamioe wary ss ATTORNEY ATHLW BELARVGHTR B eV. Fes owen i pono oval west nome pov pety aves hed I SM a —— 1] iB Gomme po. I. Bowens VV. Bb boa [3TH BEWES 4 SERBY ATTORNEYS AT LAY Basis Bown LLEFrOFIR fw. Mecweon Ww Ouvis. Bowss 4 Uxv Jensnlntion tn Bugtah end German EET K. 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