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He told her the story—of the
strenuous efforts he had made to dis
cover the identity of the messenger
—and how he had been balked. "No
matter," said Nan at last. "It
couldn't have been a trap. It must
have been a friend, surely, not an
enemy."
"Henry," every time she repeated
his name De Spain cared less for
what should happen in the rest of
HENRY
the world, "what are we going to do
now? We can't stay here all night—
and take what they will greet us
with In the morning?"
He answered her question with an
other: "What about trying to get out
by El Capitan?"
She started in spite of herself. "It
would be certain death, Henry."
"I don't mean at the worst to try
to cross It till we get a glimpse of
daylight. But it's quite a way over
there. The question is, can we find
a trail up to where we want to go?"
"I know two or three," she an
swered, "if they are only not flood
ed."
The storm seemed to have passed,
but the darkness was intense, and
from above the northern Supersti
tions came low mutterings or" thun
der. Compelled to strike out over the
rocks to get up to any of the trails
toward El Capitan, Nan, helped by
De Spain when he could help, led
the ascent toward the first ledne they
could hope to follow on their dan
gerous course.
The point at which the two climb
ed almost five hundred feet that
night up Music mountain is still
pointed out in the gap. No person
looking at that confused wall, will
ingly believes It could ever have been
scaled in the dead of night. Torn,
bruised and exhausted, Nan, handed
Up by her lover, threw herself at
last prostrate on the ledge at the
real beginning of their trail, and
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No. 43—Doughnuts
Im speaking of doughnuts it is
•ot my intention to ask you who
kit the hole in them nor say that
every time you make one you cause
a revolution; but I shall endeavor
to explain to you the intricate na
ture of their preparation. Those
who have ever attempted making
doughnuts have found it a rare
thing to ever come out of the fray
without a few burns from flying
&ot grease, therefore, I sound a
warning and say to you in the
words of the newly arrived Eng
lishman to "Look where you are
Stepping."
Beat well together two eggs and
two cupi of granulated sugar then
add one pint of milk. Mix and sift
one quart of flour together with
three teaspoonfnls of baking
powder, one teaspoonful of salt
and one grated nutmeg. Add all
together and beat well, adding
more flour to make a soft dough.
Soil out one-half inch thick, cut
in rings and fry brown in a deep
kettle of smoking hot fat Be sure
the fat is smoking hot or else the
doughnuts will not be successful.
German Doughnuts.—Just as
different nationalities exist in the
human race so do they exist
among th doughnut family. It
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from that vantage point they made
their way along the eastern side of
Music mountain for two miles before
they stopped again to rest.
It was already well after midnight.
A favoring spot was seized on by De
Spain for the resting place he want
ed. A dry recess beneath an over
hanging wall made a shelter for the
tire that he inisted on building to
warm Nan in her soaked clothing. It
was dangerous, both realized, to
start, a fire but they concealed the
blaze as best they could and took the
chance —a chance that more nearly
than any that had gone before, cost
them their lives.
The mutterings above the moun
tains now grew rapidly louder, and
while the two hovered over the fire,
a thunder squall, rolling wildly down
the eastern slope, burst over the gap.
Nan knew even better than her com
panion the fickle nature of a range
storm, and understood uncomfortab
ly well how a sudden shift might,
at any moment, lay their entire path
open to its fierceness. She warned
De Spain they must be moving, and,
freshened by the brief rest, they set
out toward El Capitan.
They had covered more than half
the distance that separated them
from the cliff, when a second thun
derstorm seeming to rush in from the
desert, burst above their heads.
does not necessarily mean that a
doughnut to become German must
live in Germany, in fact, we have
quite a number of doughnuts of
German decent still existing under
the stars and stripes and receiving
the blessings thereof. The only
difference between the doughnut
and human family is, that the hu
mans must be naturalized while the
doughnuts do not. Scald one pint
of milk and pour hot over one pint
of flour and beat until smooth; add
one half teaspoonful of salt and let
cool. Beat four yolks of eggs, one
tablespoonful of melted butter, one
teaspoonful of flavoring, one half
cup of sugar, beaten whites of the
eggs, one cup of flour mixed with
two tcaspoonfuls baking powder.
Then add more flour to all to make
a soft dough. After all has been
thoroijghly mixed then roll, cut
and fry.
While on the subject of nation
alities let me explain to you how
the Dutch cruller is made. Two
eggs, one teaspoonful of grated
nutmeg, one cup of sugar, one cup
of cream, one quarter teaspoonful
salt, one teaspoonful *of baking
powder, sufficient flour to mix to
a soft dough. Roll out, cut it ia
squares, cut several times in the
center with a jagged iron, then fry
brown ixi a kettle of deep smoking
hot fat
Drenched with rain, they were forc
ed to draw back under a projecting
rock. In another moment the two
storms, meeting in the gap, rushed
together. As if an unseen hand had
touched a thousand granite springs
above the gap, every slender crevice
spouted a stream that shot foam
ing out from the mountainside. The
sound of moving waters rose in al
dull, vast roar, broken by the un-1
seen boom of distant falls, launch-1
ing huge masses of water into cav-1
erns far below. The storm-laden
wind tore and swirled among the
crowded peaks, and above all tHe
angry sky moaned and quivered in
the rage of the elements.
It was only the lulls between the
sharp squalls that enabled them to
cover the trail before daylight. When
they paused before El Capitan the
fury of the night seemed largely to
have exhausted itself, but the over
charged air hung above the moun
tains, trembling and moaning like a
bruised and stricken thing. light
ning, playing across the inky heav
ens, blazed in constant sheets from
end to end of the horizon. Under it
all the two refugees, high on the
mountainside, looked down on the
flooding gap.
Their flight was almost ended.
Only the sheer cliff ahead blocked
their descent to the aspen grove.
Hardly a moment passed after they
had started until the eastern sky
lightened before the retreating
storm, and with the first glimmer of
daylight the two were at the begin
ning of the narrow foothold which
lay for half a mile between them
and safety.
The face of El Capitan presents,
midway, a sharp convex. Just where
it is thrown forward in this keen
angle, the trail runs out almost to a
knife-edge, and the mountain is so
nearly vertical that it appears to
overhang the floor of the valley.
They made half the stretch of this
angle with hardly a misstep, but the
advance for a part of the way was
a climb, and De Spain, turning once
to speak to Nan, asked her for her
rifle, that he might carry it with his
own. What their story might have
been had she given, it to him, none
can tell. But Nan, holding back, re
fused to let him relieve her. The
dreaded angle which had haunted
De Spain all night was safely turned
on hands and knees, and, as they
rounded it toward the east, clouds
scudding over the open desert broke
and shot the light of dawn against
the beetling arete.
De Spain turned in some relief to
point to the coming day. As he did
so a gust ot wind, sweeping against
the sheer wall, tipped him sidewise,
and he threw himself on his knees to
avoid the dizzy edge. His rifle, which
lay under his hand on the rock,
slipped from reach. In the next in
stant he heard it bounding from rock
to rock, five hundred feet below.
Greatly annoyed and humiliated,
he regained his feet and spoke with
a laugh to reassure Nan. Just as she
answered not to worry, a little sing
ing scream struck their cars; some
thing splashed suddenly close at
hand against the rock wall; chips
scattered between them. From be
low, the sound of a rifle report
cracked against the face of the cliff.
They were so startled, so completely
amazed, that they stood motionless.
De Spain looked down and over
the uneven floor of the gap. The
ranch houses, spread like toys in the
long perspective, lay peacefully re
vealed in the gray of the morning.
He could dieover no sign of life
around any of the houses. But in an
other moment the little singing
scream came again, the blow of the
heavy slug against the splintering
rock was repeated, the distant re
port of the rifle followed.
"Under fire," muttered De Spain.
He looked at Nan. "We'd better
keep moving," he said. "Come! who
ever is shooting can follow us a hun
dred yards either way." In front of
De Spain a fourth bullet struck the
rock. "Nan," he muttered, "I've got
you into a fix. If we can't stop that
fellow, he is liable to stop us. Can
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you see anything?" he asked, wait
ing for her to come up.
"Henry!" She was looking straight
down into the valley, and laid her
hand on De Spain's shoulder. "Is
there anything moving on the ridge
—over there—see—just cast of Sas
soon's ranch house?"
De Spain, his eyes bent on the
point Nan indicated, drew her for
ward to a dip in the trail which, to
one stretch flat, afforded a slight
protection. He made her lie down,
and just beyond her refuge chose
a point where the path, broadening
a little and rising instead of sloping
toward the outer edge, gave him a
chance to brace himself between
two rocks. Flattened there like a
target in midair, he threw his hat
down to Nan, and, resting on one
knee, waited for the shot that should
tumble him down El Captain or be
tray the man bent on killing him.
Another bullet, deliberately aimed,
chipped the rock above him. Nan,
agonizing in her suspense, cried out
she must join him and go with htm
if he went. He steadied her with a
few words. A bullet struck again
viciously close between them. De
Spain spoke slowly: "Give me your
rifle.' Without turning his head, he
held out his hand, keeping his eyes
rigidly on the suspicious spot on the
ridge. "How far is it to that road,
Nan?"
She looked toward the faint line
that lay in the deep shadows below.
"Three hundred yards."
"Nan, if it wasn't for you, I
couldn't travel this country at all,"
he remarked with studious uncon
cern. "Last time I had no ammuni
tion—this time, no rifle—you always
have what's needed. How high are
we, Nan?"
"Seven hundred feet."
"Elevate for me, Nan, will you?"
"Remember the wind," she falter
ed. adjusting the sight as he had
asked.
With the cautioning words she
passed the burnished weapon, glit
tering yet with the raindrops, into
his hand. A flash came from the dis
tant ridge. Throwing his rifle to his
shoulder, De Spain covered a hardly
perceptible black object on the trail
midway between Sassoon's ranch
house and a little bridge. Then he
fired before Nan could believe he had
lined the sights. Once, twice, three
times his hand fell and rose sharply
on the lever, with every mark of pre
cision, yet so rapidly Nan could not
understand how he could discover
what his shots were doing.
The fire came steadily back, and
deliberately, without the least inti
mation of being affected by De
Spain's return. She had never before
seen a man shooting to kill another.
The very horror of watching De
Spain, at bay among the rocks, fas
cinated her. Since the first day they
had met she had hardly seen a rifle
in his hands. She strove to look.
The butt of the heating rifle lay
close against the red-marked cheek
she knew so well, and to the tips of
the fingers every particle of the
man's being was alive with strength
and resource. Some strange fascina
tion drew her senses out toward him
as he knelt and threw shot after
shot at the distant figure hidden on
the ridge. She held out her arms and
clasped her hands toward him in an
act of devotion. Then, while she
looked, breathlessly, he took his eyes
an instant from the sights. "He's
running!" exclaimed De Spain as the
rifle butt went instantly back to his
cheek. "Whoever he is, God help him
now!"
The words were more fearful to
Nan than an imprecation. He had
driven his enemy from the scant
cover of a rut in the trail, and the
man was fleeing for new cover and
for life. Bullet after bullet pitilessly
led the escaping wretch. Suddenly
De Spain jerked the rifle from his
cheek, threw back his head, and
swept his left hand ascross his
straining eyes. Once more the rifle
came up to place and flame shot
again in the gray morning light
from the hot muzzle. The rifle fell
away from the shoulder. The black
"THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
Copyright by International News Service
"Why don't you come right up
and have .a bite of lunch?" Helen
said, trying to speak pleasantly.
"Oh, I don't know," Carrie's voice
returned, faintly reminiscent of dis
approval even over the telephone.
"I have little Roy with me, and I
don't want to bother you."
Helen knew that remark was sup
posed to be made only for the sake
of form, and she immediately re
turned:
"What difference does that make,
Carrie, come right along and have
lunch with me. I am not going to
have much, but it will be much
nicer to have some one else to eat
it with anyway."
"All right, I'll come right along,
then." And Carrie hung up the re
ceiver with a disagreeable click,
while Helen flew into the kitchen to
make an inventory of what they had
in the house. She never bothered
much with a midday meal, as Wini
fred was at school and Warren sel
dom, if ever, came home. She and
Mary never cared what they had,
and as often as not, Helen ate a
sandwich and drank a glass of
milk.
Carrie, Mr. Curtis' sister will be
here for lunch with her little boy.
Have we anything to eat?" asked
Helen, almost desperately. "Oh, I
remember," she said, conscience
9trlcken, "I did tell you that I would
warm those potatoes up for myself,
didn't I, so that you could clean
the silver. Well, it can't be helped
now, Mary. What have we to eat?"
Mary, who was a model maid,
knew quite well how much Helen
had to bear from Warren's sister.
She cordially detested the badly
brought up Roy, too. and sympa
thized together with Helen when it
became necessary to have them at
the house.
"We'll manage somehow, ma'am,"
Mary said, coming to the fore with
her usual easy going manner.
"There's potatoes enough, and I'll
make some little croquettes with the
cold steak. We might use some of
the lettuce, too, ma'am, and have a
salad."
"That's enough, Mary, and make
some tea. Have we some jam for
little Roy? He Is so fond of It."
By the time that Helen had given
the living room a hasty dusting and
had washed her hands. Carrie had
arrived. Helen took her into the
bedroom to remove her things, res
cued Winifred's new doll from the
hands of the impossible Roy. and by
the time Carrie was ready ana
luncheon was served was already
tired out. It was a strain to bear
up under Carrie's manner, and as
usual Helen said the wrong thing
and precipitated matters.
"Mary and 1 managed to get up
some luncheon between us," she
said laughingly. "You know I al
ways eat whatever there is in the
house."
"And a very bad thing it is, too,"
Carrie returned, disapprovingly.
"You ought to eat a good meal, in
stead of snatching a bite at all
speck running toward the ranch
house stumbled, as if stricken by an
ax, and sprawled headlong on the
trail. Throwing the lever again like
lightning. De Spain held the rifle
back to his cheek.
He did not fire. Second after sec
ond he waited. Nan watched the rifle
slowly come down, unfiled, and saw
his drawn face slowly relax. Without
taking his eyes off the sprawling
speck, he rose stiffly to his feet. As
if in a dream she saw his hand
stretched toward her and heard, as
he looked across the far gulf, one
word: "Come!" .
They reached the end of the trail.
De Spain, rifle in hand, looked back.
hours. No wonder your digestion
isn't good."
"Oh, but It is," Helen protested
merrily. "I never have anything the
matter with it. I guess I must rush
around too much for that."
"Helen," will you never wake up
to the importance of your position?"
Carrie asked quickly. "I certainly
was glad when Warren squashed
that notion of yours about taking
lessons in interior decorating or
something like that. I heard it from
some one out our way. 1 always
said those friends of yours were bad
for you. Such a crazy way thej
have of living, and every woman's
husband gallivanting around with
sortie one else's wife. Shameful, I
call it."
Helen tactfully did not refute
Carrie's statement, although she
longed to ask where Carrie had
heard about her private home af
fa'irS. Instead Helen asked if the
morning had gone well.
"I suppose you have been buying I
lots of pretty things," she added.
"Not for me. I find that with the
household expenses and with things
costing so much more out of town,
I don't have very much to spend on
clothes. Of course, you have pur
chased an outfit In the latest style.
It certainly beats all, Helen, how ex
travagant you are. I should think
that you would try to spare Warren
in these hard times. He told Fred
that he couldn't afford to run the
car."
Helen felt hard pressed for a sub
ject of any kind that might Interest
I Carrie. She wondered if there were
anything she could suggest that
Carrie might not be able to twist
around to a personal viewpoint. She
was silent so long that Carrie looked
at her suspiciously.
"Now, don't get sullen," she said
quickly. "Warren always told you
that was one of your worst failings.
It doesn't improve your looks, eith
er, and wrinkles come soon enough.
By the way, Helen, I wonder if your
Mary could get me a maid? Bertha
is leaving. She broke that expen
sive red glass dish and I discharged
lier on the spot."
The subject of maids, which Helen
managed to keep impersonal by lis
tening to all of Carrie's grievances,
kept the ball rolling until lunch was
over and they went back into the
living room. Helen's knitting was
| lying on the table and Carrie pawed
i it over disdainfully.
"What's this? Knitting? Are you
knitting a sweater, Helen Curtis,
and of that color? You'll never fin
i ish It in this world, and why on
earth didn't you get a blue or some
thing more sober. You're too old to
wear a tjamboyant color like that."
Helen sighed a little. The vista of
a long tedidus afternoon bickering
with Carrie rose before her, and she
felt one of her headaches coming
on. It did seem hard that she had
so much to contend with in order
to avoid a quarrel with Warren
about his relatives.
Clin? next incident of Uiis series
1 will appear here soon.)
The sun. but sting in splendor across
the great desert, splashed the valley
and the low-lying ridge with ribbon
ed gold. Farther up the gap horse
men, stirred by the firing, were rid
ing rapidly down toward Sassoon's
ranch-house. But the black thing in
the sunshine lay quite still.
CHAPTER XXV.
I.ofovor to the Rescue
Lefever, chafing in the aspen grove
under the restraint of waiting in the
storm, was ready long before day
light to break orders and ride In to
find De Spain.
(To Be Continue.)
MAY 5, 1917.
The Honeymoon House
By HAZEL DALE
By Hazel Dale
Janet walked hurriedly over to
Karen's one scrupulously neat room
on East Twelfth street. Since John
Armstrong had undertaken Karen's
stage education and had made her
his secretary, Karen occupied much
better quarters. Before she had
bunked in with two other girls in a
co-operative tenement, and from
what Janet gathered, living
must have been horrible for the
sensitive girl.
Janet rang the bell and was ad
mitted by a jolly faced Irish girl.
"Miss Mikal isn't in, ma'am," she
said when she saw Janet, and
Janet's heart, sank. Where could
Karen be, when she, Janet needed
her?
"Go right on up to her room,
ma'am, I might be mistaken," but
Janet found no response when she
knocked at the door, and she was
forced to turn sorrowfully away.
"I think she went out to dinner,"
Mrs. More," said Katie sympathetic
ally. She knew Janet, and was very,
fond of her. "She came in with two
boxes and rushed up to her room,
and I heard her go out Just a little
while ago."
"Now, Janet Moore, what are you
going to do next?" she asked her
self as she went down the flight of
stone steps and found herself again
in the street. It was almost dark
now and the wind was cold and
sharp. Janet hurried to the sub
way and took an uptown train. It
was crowded with liomcgoing New
Yorkers, and she was wedged in
tightly between two men. Suddenly
she raised her eyes and started vio
lently. Mr. Lowry was standing at
her elbow.
"Well, young lady," he said pleas
antly, "I thought I was never going
to see you again. I guess you aren't
so anxious to see your things in
print as you pretended to be."
His tone and manner savored not
at all of his former overbearing at
titude, and Janet was surprised and
lust a little bit frightened. It was
her whole frame of mind, however,
and nothing would have seemed
right to her just then.
It was difficult to talk above the
roar of the train, so Janet made an
evasive reply and prepared to get
out at her station. Mr. Lowry fol
lowed her, and they went up the
stairs together.
His. manner was suave and en
tirely in keeping with his position.
He did not ask her anything more
about her work, but talked about
general subjects until they reached
Janet's door.
"So this Is where you live?" he
said laughingly.
"Yes, and on the very top floor,"
laughed Janet. "I could not dream
of asking you to come up."
Mr. Lowry laughed back at her
challenge.
"Well, I'm going to take you up
on that, and go up with you for a
moment," he responded. "I want to
see your husband, anyway, about
some sketches he is doing of Miss
Alden."
"Oh, I didn't know that you knew
about it." Janet said, so much sur
prised that she forgot to tell him
that Jarvis was out of town.
"Yes, we are going to feature a
couple of them in our fashion mag
azine."
This was news to Janet, who won
dered why Jarvis had not spoken to
lier about it. The thought brought
back that feeling of intense loneli
ness that she had had all afternoon,
and for the first time she resented
definitely the fact that Mr. Lowry
was coming upstairs with her. Ev
erything had happened so naturally
that there hadn't been a chance foi
her to put him oft. When she h&<
spoken laughingly about the toj
floor she had not dreamed that Mr
Lowry would think of such a thing
However, she reasoned there was n<
need of being foolish about It; thl
thing was done, and he would de
part as soon as he had looked about
the place.
Janet opened the door with liei
key and stepped into what she ha<
thought would be an empty apart
ment. She stopped on tbe thresh
hold in amazement. An appetizini
smell came from the kitchen ani
Liza appeared in the doorway, t
smile of delight on her good-na
tured face. There were voices ii
the studio.
Janet stepped in, followed by Mr
Lo\
"Who is in the studio, Liza?" shi
said, wondcringly.
The voices stopped as she spok<
and there was a minute's silence
Janet walked into the studio, fol
lowed \fj Mr. Lowry, and there un
der the glow of the big rose-colore<
lamp stood Jarvis.
Janet forgot everything else whib
she stood and looked at him; sin
forgot Mr. Lowry, who was stand
ing Just behind her, and she forgo
to see who else was with Jarvis
All that she knew was that JarvL
hadn't gone after all and, with I
little cry, she rushed to him an
fought furiously with the tears tha
threatened to sweep over her.
To Be Continued
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