THE DESERT y KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN COPYRIGHT by DOUBLEDAY DORAN CO. INC. SYNOPSIS Bam Stanley, wealthy owner of the Desert Moon ranch, informs bis housekeeper, Mary Magin, who tells the story, that his for- mer wife's twin daughters, Dan- isl.e and Gabrielle, are coming to the ranch to live, their mother being dead and their father, Daniel Canneziano, who had been the r~ause of Sam's divore- ing his wife, in the penitentiary 8am has adopted a boy, John, now grown to manhood, and a girl, Martha, twenty-one, physi- cally healthy but weak-minded Mrs. Ollie Ricker, Martha's nurse, lives with them. Hubert Hand, a wanderer, and Chadwick Caufield, John's wartime buddv who is an expert ventriloquist, are the other members of the household. The girls arrive, Mrs. Magin has an uneasy feeling that there is a sinister motive in the twins’ presence at the ranch, and ber suspiciors are strength- ened by the girls’ mysterious prowling around the place. John becomes engaged to Danielle Caufield shows a pronounced lik- ing for Gabrielle. Gabrielle seeks to win John from her sis- ter, and John, disgusted, tells Mrs. Magin the girl is a trouble maker and he would like to choke her. Gabrielle's actions when she receives a letter from France arouse and mystify Mrs. Magin. CHAPTER V the An Insight That evening, the second of July, the two girls came down, late, to- gether. Danny was paler than usual, and her face had a drawn, hurt look, which she explained by saying that she had a severe headache. Gaby was gayer than gay. I kept watching her, trying to catch her face in repose, to see if any trace remained of that dreadful ex- pression 1 bad seen in the afternoon. Her face, nor one bit of her, was in repose for a minute from the time she came downstairs until she went upstairs again, after twelve o'clock that night. She put “La Paloma” on the phon- ograph, and did a Spanish dance, clicking her heels and snapping her fingers until they sounded like fire: crackers. She did an Egyption dance. slinking about, and contortioning. It wasn’t decent. Mrs. Ricker was doing some tatting. As 1 watched her, | decided that, ears or no ears, she was not the woman I had heard talking, that afternoon, up In the cabin. Hubert Hand had said to that woman that she had attempt. ed murder. She could not have been Mrs. Ricker; not our Mrs. Ricker, the thin, silent woman who had lived so decently with us for so long. Those tight, wrinkled lips had never sald, *1 would kill her, and you too.” John had never said—I shivered. Wicked thoughts and wicked words breed wicked actions, and 1 knew {it then a8 now. Martha came crying to Mrs. Ricker. “Gaby hurt Chad,” she said. “lI wish she would die. We could make her a nice funeral.” Mrs. Ricker's fingers darted faster, back and forth. Danny spoke, from the davenport. “You shouldn't talk like that, Martha, dear. It i8 wrong.” Her voice sounded as if it ached She looked, lying in a huddle over there, as miserable as 1 felt. | was drawn to her. 1 went and sat beside her. “Could 1 do anything for your head ache?” | asked. "Get you some aspir in, maybe.” “No, think yow, Mary.” There was 80 much gratitude in her big dark eyes for nothing but common decency on my part. that | felt downright ashamed of myself. “Danny. | said, straight out, neve: caring much about mincing words, “1 know that something is troubling you Why don’t you tell John. or Sam. or even me ahout it? Just tell us the truth. We'd all go far to help you, it we conld.” Her eyes nlled with tears. “Bless your heart. Mary.” she said “Bless all ot your hearts. You are all so gouid. here—' I was enough annoyed with John for coming up right then to have sluppes him. | answered his question for Danny “There is plenty you could do for her.” | said “You could shut off that screeching vadio, for une hing.” Danny wouldn't hear to John's stop pug the racket very one was hav ing such nn good time. Bed wus the place for her She couldn't wear any noise in ner room, with the door shut And off she went. I know aon that she would aot have told me anything that could have neipeo matters. But « did am know it then and | was sorely disap pointed Kor those sudden tears in W.N.U.SERVICE her eyes, and her voice when she had said, “bless your heart,” had con- vinced me that there was sincerity behind them, and honesty, and good. In the black days that followed, when all of us were living in the dark shadows of doubts, and confu- sions, and fears and suspicions, I was thankful, time and again, for those certainties, for that one fleeting but sure insight into Danny's soul. * . . * . » The morning of the third was bit- ing hot, with that stinging, piercing heat that we have, when we have heat at all, in this high altitude. The sixty-mile trip across the deserts to Telko, on a day like this, would be exactly the same as a sixty-mile trip through an oven at the right heat for a roast of beef. Nevertheless, before seven o'clock that morning, every man-jack of a puncher on the place, with all of his trimmings and trappings, including wives, squaws, papooses, children and firearms, had set off In flivvers or on horseback, bound for the celebration, leaving the place hole-empty, as Sam said, when he came into my kitchen with a gallon of cream from the dairy. He pulled the stool out from under the table, perched on it, und re- marked, “I'm not going to be sur- prised if we have another visitor, one of these days. The warden of the penitentiary told me that Daniel Can- neziano was to be released on the morning of the fourth of July.” I dropped into a chair, feeling sort of weakened from the news. “You mark my words,” 1 said, “all these queer actions around here have something to do with that man’s re- lease. I know what I'd do about Can- neziano, if he shows up here.” “Yes, 1 know. But he is Danny's father, and Danny is going to marry John. After all, money is not much good unless you take it to market. If I could come to a decent agreement with the fellow— And if he'd take that Gaby with him. I'm dead certain that her hanging around here isn’t going to contribute any to John’s and Danny’s married life—" “What do you mean by that, Sam?” Gaby asked the question, walking right into the kitchen. I was all taken aback; but Sam didn’t seem to be. “Eavesdroppers, my girl,” he said, “hear no good of themselves. I mean that I don't think any girl who want- ed to act right would treat her sis- ter’s betrothed as you treat John.” “You,” she said, very slowly, to make insult baste each word, “are a d—d old fool, Sam Stanley.” 1 shook in my shoes. 1 had not dreamed that there was a living hu- man being who would dare say that, in that tone of volce, to Sam, He stood up. He put his nands on her shoulders, gently, though, and turned her around. “You are a bad, wayward girl,” he sald. “March out of here, now, and get your manners mended before J see you again.” He sobered even her, for a minute. She walked to the door, without an- other word. There, she whirled around like a crazy thing, and 1 de. clare to goodness, 1 don't know what she said. It was rhe sort of talking I had never heard in my life; my ears were not enough accustomed to the words to take in their meanings. But one thing that she kept scream: ing, screaming so loudly that she could be beard all over the place, was that Sam had threatened ber once too often. Sam stood there, paralyzed, | think, as | was, for perhaps a couple of minutes, before he turned and walked off, into the backyard. Hubert Hand came rushing in. Gaby threw her arms around his neck, and kept or with the screaming and sob bing. Chad came in through the pan try. Hubert Hand led Gaby into the dining room, and through it into the living room. “What in God's name happened?” Chad said (0 me. “Chad,” | said, “Gabrielle Cannez ano has lost her mind. She is insane.” His face went white as lard. “I don't believe it.” “Either that.” 1 said, “or else she is the wickedest, the—" “Stop it,” he shouted at me, “You. nor anyone, can talk to me like that nbhout the girl | love. None of yon understands her. oor tries to. She is in some sort of trouble--terrible tron hle. Anyone can see that [I'd give my soul to help her— To serve her—" “If you are so crazy ahout serving ner,” 1 said, “you might go into the dining room and set the table. and nelp me serve her, and the rest of vou, some hreakfast.’ He went into the yard. like a lot ot men, | thought, who went to give their souls and so on to women, he didn’t care to em bothered with smaller details, such as feeding rhem t wronged him. Whether or nov a man has the giving «f tig soul, iv bis own hands, I do not know. A man can give his life. That is what Chad gave. After dinner John surprised us all by saying that he was golng to take the sedan and drive down to Rattail for the mail. 1 suspicioned, right then, that he was up to something. He could not fool me Into tl.inking that he would take a fifty-mile trip—twenty-five miles each way-—threugh the desert heat for no other reason than to get the mall. When Danny seemed hurt and troubled about him going, and when he went riding right off, any- way, I decided that Sam must have sent him, expecting some word con- cerning Canneziano, I was wrong. It was too tarnation hot to do any- thing but try to keep cool. 1 stacked the dinner dishes, to wash in the eve- ning, and joined the others, sitting around in the tiving room with the electric fans going full blast. I was expecting, every minute, to see Gaby break out again. She didn’t. She yawned around, and fussed about, and then went and sat beside Danny, who was looking at the pictures in a magazine, and put her arm around her, and petted her up a little—a most unusual performance for her. When Chad, who had been monkey- ing with the radio, got a rip-roaring patriotic program from Salt Lake, the two girls went upstairs together. A few minutes later 1 had an er- rand upstairs—a real one, 1 wouldn't have taken myself up in that heat to satisfy my curiosity—so, out of habit, She Whirled Around Like a Crazy Thing. I stopped at Gaby’s door to listen. 1 heard the girls giggling in there; and, knowing no great harm is afoot when girls giggle, 1 went on, got my scrap of pongee silk to mend Sam's shirt, and came downstairs again. Sam and Hubert Hand were deep in a chess game. Mrs. Ricker was tat- ting. Chad and Martha were playing dots and crosses. The radio program had just that minute stopped. Martha, who when she didn’t forget it, usually fed her rabbits sbout that time of day, had gone out to do it. Gaby came down- stairs, humming a tune. She bad on the tomato soup col- ored wrap that she had worn on the train, and the hat to match the wrap. She was carrying a beaded bag. She never dressed up like that, to go walk- ing around the place; a wrap, even such a light one, in the heat of that day, was downright ridiculous. Chad said, “All dressed up and no place to go?” She tossed her head at him, and hurried straight down the room and out through the glass doors. Chad followed her. They stopped together on the porch. She stood with her back to me. Chad faced me. In a minute, I saw his mouth bend up into a grin of bliss. Nothing would have surprised me more. For this reason. As that girl had walked through the room, 1 had seen that she walked in mortal fear. In spite of her humming in spite of her attempted swagger, fear was in her widened eyes, in her drawn-in chin, in the contraction of her shoulders. Wherever it was that she was going, she wag afraid to go. But where could she go? John had the sedan. Except for the trucks which she couldn’t drive, and her pony—she surely would not be dressen like that to ride horseback—there was no way for her to get off the place. It must be. then, that someone was coming to the place, and that she was going out alone to meet them Who? Canneziano? Not unless Sum had been mistaken about the time when he was to be released from prison. Usually, when people think ui all, they think quickly. All this had gone through my mind while she had walked the forty feet to the door. Gaony and Chad stood on the porch talking for two or three minutes—a very short time, at any rate. Then she went down the steps, and Chad still smiling. came back into the room As he came in. Danny called down from the top of the stairway. “Gaby —oh, Gahy?” She knows where uaby 18 going. and whom she is going te meet, and she, too, Is afraid, 1 decided. because of the queer. strained quality of her voice. “Gaby has gone And then, since | «ould still out,” 1 called. In answer. see Guby valking down the path “Do vou want her, banny? We could fetek her hack.’ ‘Ni. © Danny answered. “Don’t bother I'll come down” THE PATTON COURIER I had to reverse my first decision about Danny's being frightened. Ar least, her voice was natural enough. now; 1 fancied, perhaps, a note of relief in ft, : It couldn't have bear more than ten minutes after that, when Martha came running into the house, laughing and dancing, and wenring the gold brace let with the monkey clasp. Gaby, she said, had given It to her, just now. out by the rabbit hutch. While we were ali still exclaiming over the monkey, and praising it up. to please Martha, Danny came down stairs. She said her headache was worse again, and she drew the cur tains at the windows beside the big davenport, to ease tre glare of the light, before she curled up on it. “Do you know where Gahy was go Ing this afternoon?’ 1 asked her. “For a little walk.” . “Why did she wear her wrap, and carry her beaded bag, just to go out for a little walk?” Danny sat up straight, pressing her hands to her aching head. “Her wrap —today? Her beaded bag? Surely not.” “That’s just what she did. Didn't you see her before she left?” “1 was lying down. She came to my door and sald that she was going for a walk, and asked me it | cared to go with her. I said that my headache was too severe. She went into her room, and from there downstairs. | felt guilty about refusing to go with her, after our talk. » thought that 1 should; so 1 called after her. But, when you sald she had gone, 1 was afraid ste would be annoyed at being called back, I had gotten up; so, since John will surely be home before long, now, I came down. I can’t understand her wearing a wrap. It is so silly, on a day like this.” It sounded all right, but I was not quite satisfied. “Gaby was frightened,” 1 said. “Some- thing was the matter with her when she walked through thi: room. I'll go bond that, wherever it was she was going, she was afraid to go.” “Mary, it must be that you are imagining this. Unless—Oh, it couldn’t be that Gaby has rot told me the truth ab~nt—about anything. 1 um sure she was honest with me this afternoon. 1 am sure— And yet— Dear me, 1 wonder where she went for her walk?” “Gaby told me,” Martha piped up. from where she was sitting on the arm of Sam's chair, “that she was go- ing to the cabin. She was in a big burry. She ran.” “Up toward the cabin?” Danny questioned, though we all knew we could not put a mite of trust in any- thing Martha said. “Yes. Chad loves me better'n he loves her, Don’t you, Chad?” “You are, positive,” Dunny insisted, and | could I see why, for a minute. “that she went to the cabin, or toward it? Are you sure that’ she didn’t go around the fioms yard the road?” When she asked about the road, her meaning was clear to me. Danny was afraid that Gaby had gone to meet John, who should have been back from Rattail before this. “She told me she was going to the cabin,” Martha answered. “She ran. She was in a hurry.” Danny stood up. “1 think 1 shall walk up to the cabin and see whether I can tind her. You'll come with me, Mary” I said not in the heat. She asked Mrs. Ricker to go with her. Mrs. Ricker refused. 1 wondered why. when neither of us would go, Danny did not go by herself. She did not. Had she, perhaps, guessed at the cause of Gaby’s fear? Did she share it? Was she afraid to go to the cabin alone? CHAPTER VI Murder and Suicide At five o'clock the men put up the chessboard. Chad stopped playing the plano, and the three of them went to the barns together. I went into the kitchen to get sup per. Danny, in spite ot her headache. insisted upon helping me. At six o'clock, though neither John nor Gaby had returned. we sat down to supper Danny was . 00 nervous 0 touch a hit of food She kept look! ag out of the windows. and at ner watch, and out of the windows again. “Don’t worry, Danny,” Sam sald. “John has had tire trouble, on ac count of the heat. They'll come riding up the road any minute now.” “They? she questioned. “Gaby togged up and went down the road to meet John, didn't she?” “No,” Danny's voice curled into a wail. “No. Uncle Sam, she didn't. Martha saw her going to the cabin Didn't you, Martha?” “Martha,” Mrs. Ricker astonished us all by saying. “doesn’t know where suby went. She knows only where saby told her she was going.” “But why should Gahy tell her a fib about it?” Danny asked. “And why,” 1 questioned, “should Gaby go around the house to get to the road, Instead of going right out the front way?” Again Mrs. Rucker shocked us by- speaking. “She would not go out the front way, if she wanted to keep her trip to the road a secret.” “Mrs. Ricker,” Danny’s voice trem bled, “What are you hinting? What is it that you know?” “l know,” said Mrs. Ricker, “that there fs not a man living who is not as faise as sin.” Sam growled, “Come down to facts, Mrs. Ricker, if you have any.” “1 have no facts,” she sald, “except, that right after dinner today John and Gaby had a private conversation, and he decided, very suddenly, to go for the mail.” At that minute we heard a sound for sore ears—the car coming up the driveway. Danny jumped up and ran to look out of the living room win- dow. “He has gone all the way around to the kitchen,” she said, when she came back. She ran into the kitchen. She and John came to the door of the butler’s pantry. John was gray with dust. His brows were knitted, as they are when- ever he is troubled about anything. “He hasn't seen Gaby,” Danny an- nounced, with an exultation that showed plainly what she had been most anxious about. “He brought up the rock salt. That’s why he drove to the kitchen. Come and see, Mary?” “I'd rather see you two come and eat your suppers,” 1 said. “Good night!” John answered. “I've got to go and get rid of a few tons of dirt before I can come to the table.” “No,” Danny insisted. “Never mind the dirt, dear. Supper is all cold now. Please come and eat—" John patted her on the eghoulder, and smiled at her, and, manlike, did as he pleased. He went through the FRE Baked By 161 Women With Perfect Results First Time. Only 2 Fail- ures. 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When he finally did come, all they invite contention. the good life without vows, Good resolutions are too formal; Begin living slicked up, and bathed and shaved, he said it was too hot to eat, and would have nothing but some ice cream. Sam asked him what had kept him so long, on the trip. John said tire trouble; and that he had met Leo Saule, two miles this side of Rattail, with his flivver broken down. John had stopped to help him, and, at last, had been forced to tow him the six miles north to his place. John has a way, when he is wor- ried, of shutting and opeaing his eyes, and of tossing his head back and to the side with a quick little jerk, as if he were trying to get ghed of some- thing that was in it. All the while he was eating and talking, fie kept doing this. 1 asked him wheter his head ached. “No,” he said. “But I think I'm sort of loco from being out in the sun” “Gaby kept you waiting quite a while?” Hubert Hand stated and asked. . “What do you mean?’ John ques- tioned. “Waited for her down the road, didn’t you, and took her to Rattall in time to catch the train for Reno, or 'Frisco?” 1 thought John would fly into a temper. He has a handy temper. But he only looked around at all of us, with a bewildered expression, and, “Say, are you fellows trying to put something over on me, or what?” he asked. 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