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(Continued.)
John Lefever, Jeffries, Scott In
turn took him in hand to hold him
during three days, to restrain the
fury of his resentment, and keep him
l'rom riding to the gap in a temper
that each of them knew would mean
only a tragedy worse than what had
gone before. Even three days of
tactful representation and patient
admonition from cool-headed coun
selors did not accomplish all they
hoped for in De Spain's attitude. His
rage subsided, but only to be follow
ed by a settled gloom that they
knew might burst into uncontroll
able anger at any moment.
A report reached McAlpin that
Gale Morgan was making ready to
return to Music mountain with the
remnants of Sandusky's gang, to
make a demand on Duke for certain
property and partnership adjust
ments. This rumor he telephoned to
Jeffries. Before talking with De
Spain, Jeffries went over the infor
mation with Lefever. The two agreed
it was right, in the circumstances,
that De Spain should be nearer than
than Sleenv Cat to Nan. Moreover,
the period of waiting she had en
joined on him was dlmost complete.
Without giving De Spain the story
fully, the two men talking before him
let the discussion drift toward a pro
posal on his part to go down to Cala
basas, where he could more easily
keep track of any movement to or
from the gap, and this they approv
ed. De Spain, already chafing under
a hardly endured restraint, lost no
time in starting for Calabasas, direct
ing Lefever to follow next day.
It added nothing to his peace of
mind in the morning to learn defi
nitely from McAlpin that Gale Mor
gan. within twenty-four hours, had
really disappeared from Calabasas.
No word of any kind had come from
Music mountain for days. No one at
Calabasas was aware even that Xan
had gone into the gap again. Bob
Scott was at Thief River. De Spain
telephoned to him to come up on the
early stage, and turned his attention
toward getting information from
Music mountain without violating
Nan's injunction not to frustrate her
most delicate effort with her uncle.
As a possible scout to look into her
present situation and report on it,
McAlpin could point only to Bull
Page. Bull was a ready instrument,
but his present value as an assistant
had become a matter of doubt, since
practically every man in the gap had
threatened within the week to blow i
his head off—though Bull himself
felt no scruples against making an
attempt to reach Music mountain
find get back again. It was proposed
by the canny McAlpin to send him in
■with a team and light wagon, osten
sibly to bring out his trunk, which,
if it had not been fed to the horses,
was still in Duke's barn. As soon as
a rig could be got up Page started
out.
It was late November. A far, clear
|tir drew the snow-capped ranges
sharply down to the eye of the desert
•—as if the speckless sky, light 6 y
the radiant sun, were but a monster
glass rigged to trick the credulous
retina. De Spain, in the saddle in
front of the barn, his broad hat brim
set on the impassive level of the
western horseman, his lips seeming
to compress his thoughts, his lines
over his forearm, and his hands
half-slipped in to the pockets of his
leather coat, watched Page with his
light wagon and horses drive away.
Idling around the neighborhood of
the barns in the saddle, De Spain
saw him gradually recede into the
long desert perspective, the perspec
tive which almost alone enabled the
watcher to realize as he curtained his
eyes behind their long, steady lashes
Irom the blazing sun, that it was a
good bit of a way to the foot of the
great outpost of the Superstition
range.
De Spain's restlessness prevented
his remaining quietly anywhere for
long. As the morning advanced he
cantered out on the Music mountain
trail, thinking of and wishing for a
Fight of Xan. The deadly shock of
Pardaloe's story had been dulled by
days and nights of pain. His deep
rooted love and his loneliness had
Buieted his impulse for vengeance and
overborne him with a profound sad
ness. He realized how different his
feelings were now from what they
had been when she knelt, before him
In the darkened room and, not dar
ing to plead for mercy for her uncle,
had asked him only for the pity for
herself that he had seemed so slow
to give. Something reproached him
now for his coldness at the moment,,
that he should have thought of her 1
Buffering before his own.
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It was while riding in this way that
his eyes, reading mechanically the
jvagon trail he was aimlessly follow
ing—for no reason other than that it
brought him, though forbidden, a
little closer to her —arrested his at
tention. He checked his horse. Some
thing. the trail told him, had hap
pened. Page had stopped his horses.
Page had met two men on horseback
coming from the gap. After a narley
—for the horses had tramped t . ound
long enough for one—the wagon had
i turned completely from the trail and
Btructf across the desert, north; the
two horsemen, or one with a led
horse, had started back for the gap.
All of this De Spain gathered with
out moving his horse outside a circle
of thirty feet. What did it mean?
Page might have fallen in with cro- !
nies from the gap, abandoned his
job, and started for Sleepy Cat, but J
this was unlikely. He might have en
countered enemies, been pointedly,
advised to keep away from the gap 1
hnd pretended to start for Sleepy ."at
to avoid trouble with them. Deeming J
the second the more probable conclu- !
sion. De Spain, absorbed in his spe
culation, continued toward the gap
to see whether he could not pick up
the trail of Page's rig farther on.
Within a mile a further surprise
awaited him. The two horsemen, who
had headed for the gap after stop
ping Page, had left the trail, turned
to the south, down a small draw, j
which would screen them from;
from sight, and set out across the
desert.
Xo trail and no habitation lay in 1
the direction they had taken—and it j
seemed clearer to De Spain that the |
second horse was a led horse. There ;
was a story in the incident, but his,
interest lay in following Page's move- j
ments, and he spurred swiftly for- j
ward to see whether his messenger j
had resumed the gav trail and gone !
on with his mission, ile followed this,
quest almost to the mountains, with- |
out recovering any trace of Page's [
rig. He halted. It was certain now j
that Page had not gone into the gap. |
Perplexed and annoyed, De Spain, i
from the high ground on which he!
sat his horse, cast his eyes far over'
the desert. The brilliant sunshine j
flooded it as far as the eye cuuid l
-each. He scanned the vast spa'.e r
without detecting a sign of life any
where, though none be'.'er than he |
knew that any abundance of it might j
be there. But his gaze caught some
thing of interest on the farthest!
northern horizon, and on this his j
scrutiny rested a long time. A soft
trown curtain rose just above the j
earth line against the blue sky. To
ward the west it was cut off by the
Superstition peaks.
De Spain without giving the weath
er signs much thought, recognized >
their import, but his mind was filled ,
with his own anxieties and he rode
smartly back toward Calabasas, be-'
cause he was not at ease over the 1
puzzles in the trail. When he reached ;
the depression where the horsemen
had, without any apparent reason, j
turned south, he halted. Should he j
follow them or turn north to follow
Page's wanderings'.' If Page had been !
scared away from the gap, for a time \
he probably had no information that!
De Spain wanted, and De Spaki
knew his cunning and persistence'
well enough to be confident he would I
be back on the gap road, and within
the cover of the mountains, before a [
storm should overtake him. On the!
north the brown curtain had risen j
fast and already enveloped the far- j
thest peaks of the range. Letting his !
horse stretch its neck, he hesitated a I
moment longer trying to decide \
whether to follow the men to the i
south or the wagon to the north. A |
woman might have done better. But I
no good angel was there to guide his !
decision, and in, another moment he
was riding rapidly to the south with
the even, brown, misty cloud behind
him rolling higher into the northern
sky.
(To Be Continue.)
r THE
I HONEYMOON i!
HOUSE
\ By HAZEL DALE ij
i
Until Jarvis had planned to go I
away, Janet had not realized just)
how her friendship had narrowed j
! down. Now she discovered that |
her old friends no longer inter
ested her. The girls who had been
Iter best chums at college and who
were leading the life that almost
j every girl in almost every city in the
L'nited States leads after college, no
longer interested Jam).
I Her real friends were the girls,
: she had met since she had married |
: larvis—Keats Barnard, the success- j
ful artist: Neva Hart, the model, and |
Karen Mikal. the Russsian girl that
Jarvis had found one night in the'
streets, and who was by far the most!
interesting of any girl Janet had i
ever known. If Mrs. Carew had!
dreamed for a moment that Janet
saw little or nothing of her old'
friends and preferred the society of|
I girls who had no family or social J
I backing behind them she would have
| been vexed. But she believed that :
Janet associated with them only in a:
I general way, and, therefore, thought
j little about it.
To return to the existing circum- i
stances between Karen Mikal and j
! Dick Armstrong, since Karen had j
; gone to the costume ball with Dick I
f and had met Dick's brother, the]
playwright, things had been going
I better for her. John Armstrong had !
recognized instantly the superiority j
| of the girl, and with the quixotic ;
; ideas habitual to him had decided j
j to do something for her.
Karen had left the factory where
j she had been working and was now
living in a little furnished room in
a boarding hou*s below Fourteenth
i street. She Went to night school j
jat Armstrong's expense and was i
working hard, determined to pay'
[ back every cent he advanced. John I
I Armstrong was busy on a new play, j
; and Karen unconsciously was a help ■
! to him as well as an inspiration. He 1
I had introduced into the play a char- j
! acter with little to say, but a great!
deal to convey. This part he in
; tended to give to Karen as a sort of
i a try-out.
Karen liked John Armstrong and
was intensely grateful to him. As
she learned to typewrite, she did his
manuscript for him, and for a long j
1 time she saw little of Dick.
He had kept away from her pur- 1
posely. She irritated him and arous- j
ed i rhim feelings that vaguely dis- j
|'.uled him. He did/not intend to j
chEtige his attitude toward life—
things were too comfortable as they!
| were—but he realized that his >
brother had gained through friend
ly understanding the confidence of;
the girl. Dick and Karen appealed
; to each other in an elemental way. |
; Karen did not stop to analyze her!
feelings, and so she reasoned that j
! Dick frightened her. Dick, more than |
| half in love with her in a fierce law- j
, less way that he would not admit |
! even to himself, was determined on
! one point—conquest!
The night that Janet had gone
! down for Karen to ask the girl to 1
j come up and spend the night with
I her, Karen had gone to Dick's stu- ;
i dio. She had received a typical note
1 from him, inviting her to a studio'
| supper—"just a few of the people I
j vou know," he had written —and
i Karen, unable to think of anything!
else, had bought a soft crepe blouse
and had spent the afternoon press
ing her blue skirt and getting ready
for the occasion. She had just left
the house when Janet arrived.
Karen walked, as the distance be-
HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH
MUHLENBERG COLLEGE STUDENTS COME HERE
IN BODY TO JOIN UNCLE SAM'S FIGHTERS
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The Harrisburg district bro lte all records for recruiting when one hundred or more recruits, the
majority of them from Muhlenberg College. Allentown, swooped down upon the local office. Forty of the
students, all clean-cut. stalwart youths anxious for real tight were enlisted and are now in training camps.
The photograph was taken at the local army recruiting office in the Strouse building on the arrival of the
students here.
} tween her own small room and i
pick's studio was not so great, and
i on the way she tried to crush down
J the feelings that were rising in her
I heart. Why had she been so anx
! ious to look well to-night? Why
; had she fussed over her clothes In
| a way most unusual? Because she
wanted to look well for Dick Arm
strong! J And she confessed the
! shameful truth at last to herself. Be
l cause she was drawn to him in
j spite of herself.
"And he cares nothing at all for
you," she muttered half aloud as
she walked quickly through the early
dusk. ''l never thought your pride
| would fall so low, Karen Mikal!"
j Why did she like Dick? Why
| couldn't she feel more than grate
, ful toward his brother with the kind
eyes and the gentle, courteous man
| ner? Was she a child, to be taken
! with a pair of hot blue eyes, and a
! shock of blond hair, and an inso- j
lent, overbearing manner?
She threw her shoulders back de
' terminedly as she finally turned in
at Dick's corner, and when she fi
nally began the long ascent to the
studio she was outwardly her cold,
I calm exterior. Love, when it came
to Karen Mikal, would not be the
1 garden variety, it would be quick,
; passionate, all absorbing, the kind of
| a love that men used to die for, Ka
ren's feelings were governed bv just
j one stronger thing, however —her in
' domitable pride, which as a che<Ac
to her emotions was a necessity.
She knocked at the door of the
top floor, and the door was opened
! immediately by Dick himself. The
1 next moment she stood in the wide,
shadowy studio. But where were the
j preparations for the supper party?
| She turned to Dick inquiringly, ami
j met his eyes full. For the first time
j she realized that she was here, in
his room, alone with him.
(To Be Continued.)
KNIGHTS OF MALTA GAINS
By Associated Press
Pittsburgh, May 10. A net in
-1 crease in membership of 3,820 in
j Pennsylvania during the past year |
was shown in reports ntilde at to
day's session of the twenty-fifth an
| nual convocation of the Grand Com
mandery Knights of Malta. Eight
new commanderies were admitted
during the year, located in Erie. Mc-
Kees Rocks, Ellwood City. Indiana,
Greenville, Hooversville, Christiana
and Sharon.
J. 0. Williams, Postal
Clerk 30 Years, Is Dead
J. O. Williams, aged 64, a . postal I
clerk for thirty years, died yesterday
afternoon at his home, 620 Hamilton
street, after a lingering illness. Mr.
Williams was forced to retire three
years ago because of his health.
He is survived by his wife and
one daughter, Mrs. L. W. Moore. ;
He was a member of Warrior Eagle !
Tribe, No. 3 40, Independent Order
of Red Men, the Order of American J
Mechanics and the Postal Clerks' As- !
sociation. Funeral services will be
held Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock
at the home, the Rev. Harry Nelson
Bassler, of Second Reformed Church,
officiating. Burial will be made in
the East Harrisburg cemetery.
Jury Acquits Professor
Who Killed Student
By Associated Press
Christianburg, Va., May 10.—Chas.
E. Vawter, former professor of phy
sics at Virginia Polytechnic Institure,
was declared not guilty last night of
the murder of Stockton Hetli, Jr., a
wealthy young society man and
sportsman, whom he shot to death in
the Vawter home early on the morn
ing of March 13. The jury was out
two and a half hours, but according
to one juryman only one ballot was
taken. Vawter's defense had been
based on the unwritten law and self
defense.
After his acquittal Vawter gave
out a statement criticising the prose
cution and the press for "the in
justice done Mrs. Vawter," who tes
tified during the trial that she had
been intimate with Heth, a frequent
visitor at the Vawter home.
COMMENCEMENT MATES
Hummelstown, Pa., May 10.—Dr.
George W. Richards, of the Lancas
ter Theological Seminary, has been
secured to deliver the commence
ment address to the High School
graduates on Tuesday evening. June
19. Commencement' exercises will
be held in the band hall. The Rev.
Herbert S. Games will preach the
baccalaureate sermon in the Lu
theran church on Sunday evening,
June 17.
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U. S. lil'YS SHIPS
• By Associated Press
Washington. May 10. The fed
eral shipping board last night an
nounced that it had purchased from
American owners seven Austrian
merchantmen held in American
ports, totaling 52,051 tons for $6,-
778,006. The price is about half the
prevailing price for ships. The ves
sels will be repaired within a few
months and placed in the war emer
gency trade by the board.
MAY 10, 19T7.
"The Insider"
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER XXXVI.
Grace was not to be put off by
Tom's failure to answer her ques
tion.
"Didn't Auntie say that Daddy had
gone to Connecticut?" she repeated.
"Yes," Tom replied curtly, "she
did."
"I had to run up on business," Mr.
Norton said byway of explanation.
"You asked, darling, if it was pretty
up there. I suppose it was pretty
out at 1-lillcrest, but I was not
there."
"Where were you?" she queried.
"In a big business building," he
told her. Then, as if to change the
subject, he turned to Tom.
"Well, son, and what have you
been doing?"
"Nothing especial," the boy re
plied.
"You were not out late last even
ing, were you?" his father observed.
"I saw your hat on the rack when I
came in about 11.30."
"No, sir; I went to bed early," Tom
rejoined.
"Then why are you so pale this
morning?" the parent asked. "Don't
you feel well?"
"Yes, sir, I feel well enough," the
boy answered.
Catching his eye, I raised my brow
significantly. Tie must make more
effort to be pleasant to his father.
Tom, seeing my signal, shook him
self out of his self-absorption.
"You know, father," he ventured,
"that I am going back to school to
morrow."
"Yes." Mr. Norton said, "I know it
—and I want to have a little talk
with you some time to-day or this
evening." , A ,
At this moment Julia brought in
the mail and laid it by her master's
plate. As he finished his breakfast
he pushed his chair back from the
table and began to open his letters
and glance through them. Suddenly
ho looked up at me and started to
speak, then thought better of It.
A Recommendation
But as we left the dinfng room he
said;
"Miss Dart, I would like a moment
with you. Kindly step over into the
library." , , ...
He followed nte as I did his bid
ding. He held an open letter in his
hanfl - ,
"You were kind enough, he began
without further preliminary, "to be
interested in Tom, so I thought you
might like to know that I have here
a letter from the principal of Tom's
school. He has known Hugh Par
ker for years and speaks very highly
of him." „ •
"I was sure of that —I started to
sav. Then —"I am glad."
"So am I," he went on. "I had a
little talk with Parker himself the
other night, and am pretty sure we
can get him to tutor Tom next sum
mer."
"I am glad," I said again. Then
the matter is virtually settled?"
"Yes. l may as well tell Tom so,"
he replied.
My heart gave a glad throb. Mrs.
Gore had forgotten In the stress of
other emotions, to complain of Tom.
If the arrangements for the summer
could be completed at once, her ob
jections would be useless.
"Tom!" Mr. Norton called, step
ping to the door. "Gome here,
please!" *
As the lad entered I slipped out
of the room and left father and son
alone.
But before my employer went
down-town, I heard him call my
name from the foot of the hall
stairs. 1 happened to be in Mrs.
Gore's room, talking over soma new
frocks she and I were planning for
Grace's spring outfit.
I started to the door as I heard
I the summons. 1 noticed that Mrs.
I Gore stood still, listening.
Tom Is Delighted
"Miss Dart," Brewster Norton said,
"remember you arc to dine with us
at seven-thirty—the usual dinner
j hour to-night. That is to be an es
tablished custom hereafter. Don't
; forget it, please."
j "If"—I hesitated, "if Grace —"
But he interrupted, me. "There's
no 'if' about it! went over all
that the other day, you know. Grace
will have her supper at the hour at
which she always has it, thus leaving
you an abundance of time to get her
into bed before our dinner time.
Good morning!"
He was gone before I could voice
any further protest, even had I
dared to do so. Mrs. Gore said
nothing and X made no comment on
the new order. X could but obey.
Thus it came about that I was
present that night when Mr. Norton
gave the results of his investigations
about and conversations with Hugh
Parker.
"Tom," he remarked, "I carried
out to-day the program I told you of
this morning. I sent for Mr. Parker
and had a long and satisfactory tare
with him at my office."
The boy looked eagerly at his
father, but did not ask a question.
"We have agreed upon terms," Mr.
Norton continued, "and he is to
come out to Hillcrest at the close of
school in June. He will spend the
entire summer with us as your
tutor. That's off my mind—and it's
on yours. I shall expect you to
prove to me that the arrangement
is a good one."
Mrs. Gore looked blankly from
Brewster Norton to his son. "Am I
to understand," she asked, "that Mr.
Parker is to spend the whole sum
mer at Hillcrest?"
"Yes," her brother-in-law replied,
in a matter-of-fact manner, "he is
to coach Tom during vacation and
prepare him for his fall examina
tions."
"I thought," she ventured timidly,
and yet with a flash of temper in
her eyes and a quiver in her voice,
"that Tom was going away to a sum
mer school."
"You were mistaken," the man in
formed her.
She subsided into silence. I won
dered if she did not feel nowadays
as if the reins of power were slip
ping from her nerveless fingers.
(To Be Continued).
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