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The Evening World Daily Magazin e, Monday, November 26, 1912
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Charles W. Blackall at
BY CHARLES DARN TON.
IB rou'r looking for a good evenlnc'a sport, go to 'Th Whip." ths trig
traln-wrrcklng, horse-racing Driuy Lans melodrama at ths Mnnhattan Opera
House. Check your thinking cap at the door, but glvia your riotous smotlona
foil rein, because ou'U flnd you can't hold 'em.
We've had thte Mghly exciting sort of thine; before, to be sure, but it haa
nerer assumed the Gargantuan proportions made possible by the scene-building
faculties of Drury Lane and the sparlous accommodations of Mr. Hsninicrsteln'a
stage. To put It In a word, "The Whip" has sweep. All It lacks Is swiftness In
some of the scents that develop the story with too much detail. At one point,
tor example, the plot Is sent over the telephone so slowly that IntereM flags.
For Amerl-un audiences the piece should be quickened. In giving you almost a
four-hour run for your money It falls
to keep up the pace upon which lta suc
cess most largely defends. Another dan
ger that threatens tt la the American
sense of humor. Time-worn stock
phrases are no more lUcely to he taken
seriously now than they were whm
Manager W. A. lirady revived "The
lights o' London." Then, too. the com
edy Is weak, not to say gnanly when It
Is confined In ths Chamber of Horrors
of Madame Tussaud'a Wax Works,
whers that stupid buy Is everlastingly
crying to see Dr. Crlppen. While our
KnKUah country cousins may find humor
In wax-work murderers and a blubbering
boy, this awful combination It pretty
sure to get on our more sensitive Ameri
Nevertheless, "The Whrp" Is a crack
ing good melodrama. It has heen
brougiht over from Drury Lane by Ar.
thur Colllna In all Its L'ngUsh massive,
ness and with all lta English atmos
phere. One look at the Falconburst
scene at the beginning of the second
act settlea any question that mlr'it be
raised on this point. Notice the sky. It
ts the most melodramatic sky that was
And then keep your eye on the villain. Marvel of wickedness that he Is. he
wins your admiration. Oddly enough, ho la really the hero of thn piece. Cool
and resourceful, he performs all the daring dcoxls that usually fall to the en
viable lot of the hero. Third avenue would be quick to recognise the hero as a
dub. All th.it he does la to fall out of an automoullo and lose his memory, so
that the vlllatnest can claim he married her In a forgetful moment. It'a the
clever villain who works out this romantic Idea to keep the hero from marrying
little Lady Diana, familiarly known as "1I." Although the villain takes things
easily, he does an Hunvnse amuunt of work. He nev,r loses his nerve. A re
volver In the hands of the brother of the girl he hat "roolned" doesn't even make
him blink. Ills air of easy unconcern attracts particular attention when he, In
turn, passes Lefore the curtain and hisses greet him. He pauses, smiles, lights i
a cigarette, raises his eyebrows, and saunters slowly off.
lasre trifles like audiences are beneath the notice of this lofty villain. There
la 11111 more dirty work for him to do. You see him next nboard the train to
which it attached a ear carrying that
wonderful hotte. The Whip, to the race,
course And what does he do as the
train thunders anto a tunnelT In the
dhn light he steals nut of his compart
merit, creeps along the running board to
the box-car, takes off the rear light,
swings himself back, cuts off the car
and leavee It and Its preclout freight to
tie ground to pieces by the next tra.n
that comes along nut he Is foiled again!
Aa the car rolls slowly out of the tuuno
In the next cen . Mrs. Beamish, In
formed by the trainer locked up In the
Chamber of Horrori of the dastardly
plot he haa overheard there, motors
madly to tbo rescue. Shrieking wildly,
ahe awakens the Jockey In the car, anl
the door is opened and the horss led
out Just a moment before the engine of
the night express, headlight flashing,
operks flying and ttenm hitting, comet
tearing out of the tunnel and glvet the
empty box-car an awful bump.
Oeel This It tilt tcent that does the
bualntaa! You can hardly hear yourself
etiout With Itt train the play gttt up
steam In the most realistic fathlon and
goea whlxxlng to auccesi. The fe.ilm.ll
root scene (n the latt act it aa tzcltlng
at anything ever aeen In "Ben Hur," "The County Fair" and other galloping
dramas, but it's not Ilka seeing the wheels go round and the team escaping
when flrat one train and then another keep the track hot The smaahup brlnga
a real aensatlon.
Most of the characters are In capable Engllth hands. Charlet BJackaU makea
the villain a keen delight. Mitt Marie Illington, who lookt and acta enough like
Marie Tempest to be her aunt and walkt at though her shoes hurt her, plays
Mr. Beamleh for aH she't worth. In spite of her evidently new American shoes,
this thoroughly trainer! actress walks off with every tcene in whloh ahe appears.
WhDe Mitt Leonore Harris falls to reallxe all the melodramatic possbllltlet of
liar role. She lnnkt like a vlllatnest and In a pictorial sente, at leaat, Is effective.
It can be teen at a glance, however, that he Is not English. Miss Evelyn Kerry
play Laidy "PI" like a little thoroughbred, while Ambrose Manning aa the
' hone-trainer, John U Shine aa a Yorkahlrc sportsman, and Lumaden Hare aa
the reverend frntleman who faHa from grace, all do good work of the necessarily
kfter all, there'a nothllng like good old melodrama for a change! And "The
W-hif" U to old that It's a dlatlnotly new aensatlon.
The Coining of the Law
"THE 1WO-CUN MAN'S" Greatest Novl
By Charlet Alden Seltzer
KVtpvricht. lot.', hj Ui Outlnc lynching C:)
AnvopsiA or rHDruMNO f ha iter..
Km l IM!I. Sfit York n-nipapr man. got
Wm to trjr
IlntfiiiB tn tmYm i-Ik i art of
law la .nii (Mitel M th
H -n. hra 11 It txilly MJDffl 1
n. hra ii by hullr mmeA V
irntftl at iry lion.-m Mi frat
('iinlaffT far IniulUiig NHil H
unl?j On hip
art u w uiraavt
rlaaltftoa. a vcttr
girt who IO. at a irhj rarwti viiji Mr f"Tl1Tr
M yming itMn aul-i to fita nf iinanWT Ilolllg
lift Jlilgt 'irftiiere. th t'4 unl r i-nartHain1
I' "la- an alllamf g1nt Mia formtt tiitria of
th aaaotiAtl'in. Holltt taa up hta nw iiutt-a ft
t-lit r of lilM laU fathff 4t, Tlx K r '
I'm- aiw ' at (ha Kkraar anl nffata trt
tir mit lltillm Thr lattrf r4 a- I iki-iar
l in. ( "tli hw i a1an' arn( " H n mitrr
wwi-l an i M'ni n iiiitr la f- m- I on tit K t.r
nmoa i warning H.H1
rum train uiat rtpnil
Ir Irani tliat "fan Htiu
m r.wnlii to tlw
to in hp trr tint Mr r-alml grvata tha "bad man
a town on th A
Hol'ta rtfiiara to g.
kuna nt I'm, 4i nif
Iraar nfflra at o'rlork
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II- ,i i"i!i ratrfiiiif Tan Hpot
The folks That
Write Our Books
Marl Illington at The Hon,
How Could She Tell?
! nfjetf women raeroUr td
4 111 wsltraa, "Uer-
wtud f .t
ii .iMliuAvlAn aijten Drafermil
BlMirtlj sfm.iln aiwfaJIJIHJal e' the tp
ataalt s aUdat V( y, H"' ' 1' topMiwi.
"A es u ialrWIW'-'j
JBta." ' "114 ly
Fpiat" sirs n , r,.
M iw1M the milr . .
! t know, mi'sm." till the VoVirad glri,
, fee clda tr My wntrntr ntt or ntap,
4, A LlrT" rtpmtod tonaer Vlee-Pnaaleiit
f ChtrlM W. ftlrbaakt ehea qua tinned
roactrnluf eos ot hi pollue&l oppOBMtJ.
'Why, he's u ilcrt 11 PrnrldeDe brideffexiia
I haard of tht ether day. Yeu know how bridt
g turtlui uff od tbair bonyaiiuo aaetlmei
II wrt til stiout tlicr brUct sad buy tk?ku fnr
only theniwlTftf Tat il elktt hsiMaeil to tha
Prorldtoee jtnias nta. And sktn lui elfa Mid
to him, 'Why, Tom, you boofbt eely one Uehet,'
h tnitl nithout iBotwnt't hesitation 'By
Jot., you're rlgM, Star. I'd
at until lajWMWW
ROltTK FITOI I, author of "At
Old .Slwash" and "My Demon
Motor Boat." has been elected
to the Illinois Legislature.
Although be it a humorist, he
It a H ill -Moo. n r
Fannie Merrltt Farmer, author of
lest-telllng cookbookH, helped as a girl
.n the care of a family of thirteen. She
ook to teaching cookery when her plans
for becoming an ordinary teacher were
Kllzabeth Barr, Kansas poetess, author
of "I'etala From u Hose Jar," once
stumped her State for the Suffragists,
bringing both rhyme and reason to the
Theodore Drelaer, author of "Sister
Carrie" and "Jennie Uerhardt," got his
first newspaper assignment In Chicago.
He was told off to distribute Chrlttmat
turkeys, coal and other thlngt to the
poor, and his Job ended with Chrlsttijttr
Gilbert Frankau, author of "One of
Ca," a tatlrlcal novel In verse, It a ton
of Mrs. Julia Frankau, better known to
her readers aa Frank Danby.
Mrs. J. K. Buckrose, author of "Down
Our Street" and "A Bachelor a ConitJy,"
wat born In Yorkshire and still Uvea in
a seaside village of the Holderneaa dis
trict, he began to writs poetry as a
girl, but never attempted to publish any
thing till after her marriage. She rarely
meets other writers and her Individu
ality is strongly dsveloped.
Mrs. Helen S. Woodruff pictures her
own old Southern home In her little
book, "Mlt' Beauty," Just published.
She Is a New Yorker now, having found
a husband In this city, to which, as a
girl, she was aent to school.
Sarah Comstock pitched hay In a Kan
sat Held herself to get the local touoh
for a scene with her young heroine In
Writing of the general proposition for
the novelltt that first ha must catch his
readers and then he mutt hold them. J.
Breckenrldfe Mile, author of "Fran,"
dropa this Into the llguratlve: "Mice do
not want purpose Novela. They aak for
About writing novela, Frederick Orln
Bartlett hat this to aay and he lenowa.
"When all Is said and done the man
who does his work grouohily Isn't worth
hit salt. For It isn't work. It's play
hard, Joyful play." Still, Mr Bartlett
bag I as hla "play" at 4 A. U and ktapa
44 tt alU 1 . if.
Memories of Flayers
Of Other Days
By Robert Crau
Same Old Feet.
shoes had been
anil still kt
loiiynsm. i.i j sy Tt I'nan Fubllthuig Oo. (The Ns Tort denies World.)
O Mary Anderson (Madame de century appearing at regular theatie
Navarro) Is often granted the prices.
The last time I saw Lntta IC was at
Booth's Theatrv, then the largest play
house In New York. It wus the only
time that I had Keen the vast auditorium
completely filled. It really aaa difficult
tu account for Lotta's amazing vogue,
for though a consummate artiste, the
plays and her supporting company were
hardly of a high order-turely, they
would not be regarded hi such to-day.
Lotta had the reputation of being the
flrat millionaire to reach that distinction
aa ti retult of earnings from stage Work.
Thlt wat more than thirty yeara ago;
and her Inveatmenta have always 'be n
accounted profitable. L ot i owns the
t'ark Theatre In Boaton, and haa large
Intereata in other theatrical property.
Lotta was the financial hacker of the
late Henry K. Abbey at tha outset of
hla brilliant managerial career. She al
wayt advlted him to reduoe hit grand
opera commitments, and more than
once ltta's money enabled the linp.-ei.
arlo tu extricate talmeelf from a t ., t
A few weeks ago I was walking brisk
ly alon- Fifth aventis. I had not teen
Lotta on or off the stage for to rty
years. Yet here ins was, looking not a
day older than In the hcyiny of ' F. re
fly", the aame little bundle of animation.
Truly, here It Indeed an Inst ir. e of
dlttlnctlon of being the only
celebrated actretia to retire
from the stage In her lenlth.
and to resltt offers of prodlglout sums
rather than relume her artlttlc career.
But another American actiesa left the
ttage when her irtumpht were greatett.
Lotta (Miss Crahtree) ended her stage
career without the least proclamation.
In fact, the Incentive for her retirement
has never been mtde public Lotta had
amaated great wealth, being the richest
artist of her acting daya (and he Is far
And what a career wat here!
Lotta'a tremendout popularity wat on
an even plane throughout the country.
Her pluyt were nearly all written by
Fred M. linden, who ma le a specialty of
fitting a group of ttart In "one part
playt." And he wat particularly happy
In creating the hoydenlah soubrette char
acters in the portrayal of whloh lntta
wat without a rival.
The Lotta repertoire waa extensive,
but htr greatett tucctaaes were "Fire
fly," "Bob," "Zip" and "Musette." Any
one of these oould be relied upon to crowd
Wsllack's Thtatra, (then at Thirteenth
ttreet and Broadway) to the doort. The
box office records of Lotta's toura were
eiual to thoae of F. twin Booth and wave
KVr.NTY NINE palra
.j aliown to tha stout
rttdtl ins Uia elf lilleta. tha eh aaelatant aald,
I "Now, here'a t pair trhlch 1 think till ault yea
' ti ifeollon."
The customer eyni them rbeiely, and then aald:
"No, 1 don't like them. Tha are too narrow
' and poltlsd In the lets,"
1 "Wot, lr," sail Hie assistant. In a lait Saa-
terate eflort, "ercrytiorir la wearing thewe loaf,
narrow, tainted toe. this aeaanet."
"May be, ' aald the atom anan. quietly, "but
I'm tlul wrannt my last eeeaon'e feel," I4SBM1
Repartee of the Owl Car.
VKKYHOliY wtm rtVi m th Brooklyn t-
. una fiwl car knerwa "Old HI," th rfm'tuotur,
and "Old Hi" kiMiwrt airrytaiHly CM tha lln
and i' wr fati to mt hla 1-4 . g .'f art Uw
nght rornar. II It MM! In airuti, h it Wttiy.
Laat Muntlay f ' irfttll ggttfplgg of yfriing rn
pta IMiig MM urar fhlrty-llrat attr( K-i tli
1 tar tAd haul" I a talking tu Iwml tonaa,
trji"g t "kid" attry ona on ttt ggf, Hnally
oiio of th you tha ,4d "Old SI" wtvw ahlrt
float Mn -t.oi' tha wotw f'w th day'a waar.
"Hay, Mr. (Joaductnr, wtiy didn't you put o a
ciaau afiirt tonight Ut Huuflayf" Ami Hla otn
"Hi'' tjgtff haaltattti g aarood, but oana bach
) "llcxauaa fou wr not at (...una and your
i moiKar had n- on U atnl my waaal&ag by,"
- aj m i Mlrooag, aj.d tii rtHUg lolfcj got
off at Trooat a-fnua and tra frrr 1 Kaoaag
ttippasied by no star of the nlneteontti stage career cut unnecettarlly short.
The Pocket Encyclopedia.
Oopyrlfbt, 11)12. by Tha rraaa Publlaiuns Oo. (Taa New York Cvtulnf Wuil I
408. When and how toss alcohol ,of the leavet thut helping to fertilise
','Ji. How doei "irniino preserve
What ti the dtfference be
tween brandy and whUkeyt
bM. What use do the body's bone
,500. What is fft. origin of the
name "Paris" t
IU..-K questioni will he answered
Wednesday. Here are replies o
aw. (What good tftest haa rain falllni
est tad laavat?) it taa teas tha
42. (Why la the aaaembllng of tea
guilt on the shore a algn of slonn'i
The lish go far below the surface o.'
the wa er in stormy weather, and the
guilt must teak food on land.
403. What la snow?) tinow it the con
dented vapor of the air froten and pre
clpltated to the earth.
431. (What ute do the t'det I SIT I D
But for the tldea all the im -stances cast
up on the tw thore would re naln there
to decay, rrnderlug the coaMa umnhiib -t4blr.
49B. fHow do dlteat germt cause
stofenaaa?) They produce poltona hjtOWB
aa toaln. which oauss atcknaaa by- poi
soning ths calls of ths body.
US-TOD atSSS) Julie KtSSff Hpaer el
the Hoothern is.-h of 0014 reiently
bad bafuc ble court s tyiSral )eisla
SktUlslstaf on a cbajse of UlK'lt dtstUUns, awe
ae Itiuadriplus Boord.
"Wlut'l y-i uaraal" dacnandel the Judge.
''Joahoa, Jtl.'- drawled the . oaoner.
MJOsbus, who rnala the aun aland till'" enillad
" Jutlsr, In tniuasaieut at the laoonle anawar.
"No, air. J i . ia wtoo mala the uajonahtna,"
answered tha quick wltu-d naintabiaer.
and it It needleaa tn aay tliat Judgt Spawr
niaile the - - e aa llfbt aa ha piealbly oould.
Just Faded Away.
O you'v brokao off yur ngagwtiiot with
Ml-st Hruartr-' aakrl th liniuaaUl't f-vrn-l
llu rktlm atsuoa hta ItaavJ.
"No," ba rvpJlftl; "I dMu t taTwak It off I"
"Oh. that, aha hmk tt offt"
"No," aoawrrol th g man, mjoylof bia
friwnd'-i gJgffJlag wwidr.
"Hut II U liukvu off. ltti't t" i.tu'..i tha
-'.. fm'." axplainad th r--ug roan gaatly.
"Hhe tn wta.t hr ilrvaamakrr'a yearly bill
waa. auii t told bat vbat my h. tu was, Tto
va fjM 1 tuid liar what icy gjggj
tha irffto. lrla a .r at
iwilna Tn Hus.t" 1 1 a iwil.
kTMM'lu Mm liwn avnal rti-Arnss him "Tm Si-.t
unafraid, iiaj to hla ft, ni tmg to b ahot.
How a Bad Man Left the
HE roae qulekly, plainly espeet
Ing to be shot down th mo
ment he reached his feet.
When he dlaxorered that Hoi
JJa evidently Intended to de
lay the fatal moment he attffened, lilt
line twitching queerly. "Ten Kpot," said
llollls quietly, "by apologltlng for wh it
you liave aald when you came In you
have ahown that there la a great deal
of the man left In you daspUe your bad
habits and associates. I am going to
ahow you that I think there It enough
of the man left in you to trust you with
your g-un." ,
He turned abruptly to th deak and
took up Ten Spot's w tan) on, holding It
by the mustl and pretemtlrvg It to the
latter. Ten Kpot looked from th weapon
to llolllt and back again to t e weapon,
blank amazement pictured on hit aoa.
Thou he reached out meuhanhwlly, tak
ing thn weapon and holding It In hla
Imndt, turning It ovr and over aa
though hair Inclined to bcUev that It
was not a revolver at all.
"Chuck rull of cattrldge too!" he ex
claimed in atmasaniant, a he examined
the chamber. "Why" He crouched
and deftly awung the elx-ahooter around,
the hint In his hand, his finger resting
on the trlgarer. In this position he
looked at llollls.
Th hitler had not moved, but hla own
weapon waa In his right hand, its min
us covering Ten lipot. and when th
latter swung hit weapon uo llolllt
smiled (HISS J) at him.
"Us1ii, It?" he quastlonaid.
For an instant It teemed that Tan
Hpot would. An esultent. deatgrtng ex
prnsaloti cam into his eyae, he grinned.
ills le. th showing tlgertthly. Them sud
denly ho mapped hlmieaf ereot and wlrh
a tingle, dxteroua movement hoiaterel
the weapon. Then this right hand came
suddenly out toll aid Ho. I v
".Shake!" he said. "Uy , you're
llolllt smiled aa he returned th hearty
' You're cert'nly plum grit." aaaured
Ten Spot as he ruleesed llollla's hsvtid
and St apt) id hack the better to look at
the latter. "But I rav-kon you're some
fool too. How did you know that I
wouldn't turn you Into a colander when
you give me tni-k my guilt"
"I didn't know." emlled II ills "I
Just took a chance. You see," tie added,
It wan this way. I nevnr int.-n to
ahoot you. That eort of tlklng isn't in
my line and I don't Intend to shoot any
one If there la any way out of it. But
I certainly wasn't going to allow you to
shoot me." He SfnllSd oddly. "80 I
walohed my chance and sluerired you.
Ttinn when 1 was certain that yout
weren't du-ngerous any more I hail to
face another problem. If I had turned
you loose after taking your gun what
would you have done?"
"I'd have gone out an' ruttktd another
gun an' coma back her an' salivated
"That's Just what you would hav
don," emlled llolllt. "I Intend to tlay
In tht country Ten flpot, and If I hid
turned you loote without an MisSI1
t India y" would htvs ehot me at the
111 st opportunity. As 1t standi now you
"An It stands now." Interrupted Ten
Hpot, a queer expression on hit face,
"I'm done shootln' aa far aa you rs con
cerned " He walked to the door,
hesitated on th threshold and looked
back. "Mister man," he said alowly.
"menbe you won't lick Bg Bill In thlt
here llttlt mlx-up, but J'm telling you
tliat you're goln' to give h!m a good
run for his money. So long."
Ho stepped down n1 disappeared.
For a moment H0IK1 looked after him,
ind then he tat down at th desk, hit
(Sot softening Into a satisfied smile. It
waa something to reoelv a tribute from
s man Ilk Ten Bpot.
The Lout Trail.
T wat after eeven o'clock a'neti
Holllt mounted hit pony 'n
th rar of the Kicker office
and rode out over the plslna
toward the Circle Bar.
He was properly elated by th out
cumt sf Jill affair wtlfe Taa Hpot The
latter had com to the Kicker ofnee
aa an enemy looking fnr an opportunity
to kill. He had left the offioe, perhaas
not a friend, but at least a neutral,
ympr.thetlc onlooker, for aocordlnsT to
Hoint'a interpretation of hla words at
parting he would take no further sart
In Dunlavey'a campaign at least as
would do no more thootlag.
llolllt una compelled to make a long
detour In order to strike the Circle Bar
trail, and when at leven-thlrt o'otoest
he rode down through a dry arroyo
tow 11. 1 a little basin which he must
. toss to reach a ridge that had bean
hit landmark during all hit trlpa back
and forth from Dry Bottom to drslo
Bar. duak had fi4tn and th hodowo
of the oncoming negSit ware iillkasi
somberly down over the plaint.
He rode alowly forward; there WM)
no reason for hasls, for ha had told
I'otter to tay nothing about tha reason
nf hla delay In leaving Dry Bottom, aad
I'otter would not expect htm before
o'clock, llollla hid warmed toward
Potter Ihli dey: there had been In ths
old printer'! manner that afternoon a
certain tollcltoui concern and
palhy that had at ruck
chord In hit heart.
He was not a tentimentallit. fetjt
many timet during hli acquaintance
with Potter he had fall a gaaulas pity
for tha mm. It had been this aenll
ment which had moved him to ash Pot
ter to remove temporarily to ths Or
el Bar, though one consideration had
been the fart at the Circle Bar ha
would moat of the time he beyond tha
evu in nuance of Dry Bottom's
That rotter appreciated thla tv
ahown by hla lucceaaful fight
temptation th night before when
ponement of th publication of tha
ivicser would nave been fraught with
Riding down through th little basin
at the end of the arroyo Holtla yielded
to a deep, stirring satisfaction over tha
excellent beginning he had made In hla
fight against Dunlavey and tha inter
nets resniim ram. Many tlrnoo tie 1
minaing or tn surmise hla old
In. th Raat must have felt over
peruiai or their ooplis of the
over the Information that he who
ueen nomeming of a flerur. in
mwipsperdom had tv.com th.
and editor of a newtpaper in a Ood-for-
txen town In Mew Mexico, sad thai
at the outlet he waa waging war
agalntt Intirists thai ridiculed a fudse
of th. trnlt.,1 Htates Court.
He milled grimly. Thy might ha
aurprlsed. but they mutt feel all who
knew him. that he would atay and
h'UBJ" ctory rewarded him or un-
L b,Uer f''" bn m fS
tlojb Ther. could be no cmprom.si
when he reached the ridge toward
which he had been riding for ths graat-
-. , ,,1 n nour night had ot
The day had been hot, but therT
a, w.isnt oreese. and In the Richer
office with the fr.nt and rear doora
nrueh ollce', ,he h" ry
Hut Jutt a. he reached the ridge
he hec-am, aware that the breesa had
d e,i ,inwn; that wave, f hot, mult
air were rltlng from the eun-bake
IT, hl time of the
nignt there were countless stars, and
now as he looked up Into the groat,
vast arc of sky he saw no atari at all
xept away down In the Wewt U a
bl rift between some mountains.
He pulled up hi pony and aat rat
tlonlaata In the aaddle. watching the
ky. A sudden awe for the grandow
of the scene filled him. H remem
bered to have aeen nothing quit like
It In the Flaat.
Ih;k toward Dry Bottom, and on the
north and south, rote great, hlaev
thtinderheada with white creau, e-m-tng
Ilk mountain with ennw-eapsoa
peak Between the thundrhsata
were other clonda. of gravlah white,
":'i wmn-wnippecl. Weird as
riotng on the wlngi of the
Other cloudi flanked the
nowiy sun majeatlcall v like great
shin on the sea In itrlktng contrast
to the flieev. unstable thnne between
the th inderhead. -.leh, though rush
ing always nnwnrd. wert riven and
nroken BV the IneMlatlide forco
them To Holds It stemcd there
two miehfy opnoalnr forces at
in the akr. marshalling, manoes
pr-nnrlne for coufilct
While he e.it motionless In thai
wnf 'hlng. a sudden rust of cold wtnaS
wlrl.d un around him. dshed sols
fine, nint-ltk wand un aralnst his faoa
and Into hit eyes, and then awapt war
He touched hi ponv lirhtlv on the
fimke with hit iptira and heads) It
ainn tne rmre convinced that a
waa comlne and iiirldenly 'ts'lslng'
ne wsi manv muea rrom aheiter.
He had traveled only a little dlstaasa
When clouds of tan I and dutt, wlad
drlven. invelnned him. blinding hhw
again, atlnglnx ha face and hands aavd
blotting out the land mtrki upon whluli
he depended to guide htm to rh Clrata
T!ie tky had grown blacker: evaa She
pitch of blue that he had seen tn ths
rift between the distant mountains was
now gun. There . nothing
him It teemed except Inky black ok
nothing below but chaoi and wind.
could nut aae a foot of the trial a
10 he gave ths pony the rein, trusUaa I
Ta Bs Osnttnuoa.