Newspaper Page Text
Wednesday, July 16,1914.
A NOVEL A WEEK —Nest Week— HI I X ANCHOR INN" By Kdwta Bnteaiaa Morris. H1.4.1V HKKK TODAY Overlnad Ked, poet tramp, sad his pal < 'ollie. fli.d a prospector oa the desert aear a railroad. Tbe prospector dies of thirst, sad Had ts am-uted of amrdcr by sirs who liava failed ia their schema to lo cale tlie dead nsaa's ndae. Antic ipating this. Ked aad Collie bar led a bag of gold aad papers, which tbe mam carried, la the b—ad aear a tt* which they ■tasted. Inter tbey are discovered tres passing on the Moonstone K_u.li by l.ouiHs- laiharas, niece ot Walter Stone, the owner. I i fin ii.ill > Collie bt given a Job on the ranch, of whb-h Brand \\ illiaaia is tlie foreman. Ked goes to Ijob Angeles with the Idea of securing money for an outfit to try to find the mine worked by tbe dead prospector. Hilly Wlnthrop, a rich easterner, west for lung trouble, stakes him aud mccl« Red at the railroad town neareNt the mine Here the sheriff In one Houaders, who for merly tried to locate th* gold claim. He has Just received word that a *11 ii mi reward In offered for Overland. Hilly get* lilm drunk, meets Overland and the two HtHrt on their journey to ward the mountains where the mine is supposed to he located. They camp that night at a water bole. NOW tHi ON WITH THE HTOKY (Continued From Yesterday.) The moon rolled down to the rliu of the world. The little fire died down. Overland, cross-legged on his blanket, smoked moodily. Wlnthrop stirred restlessly. Overland looked across at the muffled form. He rose quietly and gathered the few camp uten sils together and groped stealth ily toward the burro. He roped the park. Wlnthrop slept heav ily. "Gues* I'll go back and get that gun," muttered Overland. "I might need two; anyway, he might wake up and plug his old friend the constable before he knowed It. I ain't glvtn' a whoop for the constable, but I don't want to see th* kid get in wrong." Then Overland led tha burro round tne camp in a wide circle, from which ha branched toward the hills to tha north. Fur hours lis journeyed across the starlit emptiness. It was light when the tramp got back to the water hole. He crept behind a sharp dip In the hummock*. The crest of hla hid ing place was covered with brush. With the Bun came the faint thud of hoofs a* two riders came warily up to the water hole. One dismounted and stooped over Winthrop. "Say, where* /our pal, that there Overland Red guy?" asked tha constable, shaking Wlnthrop awake aud glaring at him with a bleared and baleful eye. The Easterner sat up, coughed and blinked In the dawn. "Where I* what? Why, good-morning' You're up early." And his eye swept the empty camp. 80 Over land Red had deserted him, after all. "I haven't any 'pal," aa you can see. I'm out here studying in sect life, as I told you I would be, yesterday." "See here," shouted the con stable, "you oough up where Overland Red If or there'll be somethln' doin". You doped that boo/.e yesterday." "I did what? Please talk slow ly." "You doped that booze you—-" Much to the constable's sur prise he found himself sitting on Winthrop's blankets. Wlnthrop. smiling serenely, nodded. "Sorry to have to do it. I know I don't look like that kind, and I'm not, but I happen to know how." The constable got to his feet. The horseman admired Win throp's attitude. He rode between them "Cut it out. Hick*," ho said. "You're *ctln' locoed. I'll talk. We're losing time. See here, stranger ..." Overland, watching and listen ing from his hiding place, grinned as the constable sullenly mounted his horse. Hi_jwj»j»3333w«s„ami3i-*im'at»aK p g <I He Has Never Seen His Wife!— JL *mf <fl She Refused to Unveil Her Face, I v<e All he knew about her was that the night he married her she wore peculiar ear- — W WM f£ rings. ~r ~T And -—-sy parted without his even knowing whether she was a bdond or brunet. g l »-^ "BLUE ANCHOR INN" «t_-a I By Edwin Bate man Morris iX *j[ Ii Ac story in which the hero faces a predicament like this. A rear passes. Then he meets a woman bearing the same name as his own She wears peculiar earrings. * I What Happened? £Ifi&^»-«8B& Was She His Wife? § "OVERLAND RED" Winthrop politely but final- de lined to arkuot ledge he had had i companion. The horsemen rode sway, fol lowing the circle of burro tracks :<»—ard tbe hills. Winthrop watched theas He could hardly believe tbe tramp hsd deserted him, yet the svldence wss pretty plain. Even Ills revolver wia gone, and hla belt and cartridges Winthrop was hungry. There waa no food But there was water. He walked Inward the water hoi*. Stand still and listen," said a vole*. Tbe voice seemed to come from ihe water hole at his feat. "Over h*r* — thin way," the voire said. Winthrop smiled. If it were a disembodied spirit talking, it waa no other than the apirit of Over land Red. The accent was unmis takable. The Easterner glain-ed round and observed a peculiar something behind the brush edg ing the rise beyond the water hole. "It's me," said Overland, still concealed. "Thought I quit you, er? Are them fellas out of sight yet?" ' Nn. They're still in sight. Where's the burro." "He's hid —right la plain sight, up a little arroyo." "Won't they find lilm, and con fiscate him and the things?" "Not on your life! *T ain't ex actly healthy, even for constables. to go round confiscating' outfits they don't know who's connected with. They can't say for sure that burro and stuff is mine They'll look It over and leave it right there." "But why did you come all the way back here?" asked Wln throp "Seeln' they's lots of time, I'll explain. If I had kep' on goin', they would 'a' trained me. They are two to one, and they could get me at night. No*' they'll either give It up. or spot my back tracks and find me here." "What shall I do when they come back?" "You jest go to studyin' bugs, or rattlesnakes or soniethin'. I( they ask you anytfiing, answer 'em nice snd polite, and *o I can hear." "They've stopped. One of them is down on the ground looking at something. Now he's up again They're riding back," said Wln throp. "They cut my back trail," said Overland, snuggling down behind the brush. "You go and set down by the water hole and find a bug to study." "Are you going to fight?" "Not if it can be helped. Other wise—till me wires are down and me lamps are out. She's desert law out here." Wlnthrop watched the ap proaching horsemen. Presently he got up and sauntered to the water hole. He wanted to shout, to do anything rather than sit stupidly silent by the water hole. The two riders loped up. The constable dismounted. "Nothin' doin," he said, stooping to drink. About then the man on the pony began to ride out from the water hole In a wide circle. The constable came from the spring. The heavy, space-blunted report of the circling horseman's gun — and Overland calmly spat mil the sand that flitted across his lips. The rider had ventured a shot and had ridden behind a ridge in stantly. The rider had appeared from behind the ridge. Slowly Over land raised his right hand. Then the old fighting soul of .lark Sum mers, sheriff nf Abilene, rebelled. Nn 1 Dam' If I'll ambush any white man." And he leaped to hla feet "Overland Limited'" he shouted, and with his battleery came the quick tattoo of shots. The horseman wavered, doubled up. and pitched forward to the sand. Overland Red dropped and rolled to one side as the con stable's gun boomed ineffectually. The tramp lay still. A clatter of empty stirrups, the swish of a horse galloping past and silence. "OVERLAND LIMITED'" HTC RHOI'TBII. VM> WITH HIS BATH-SCRY CAME A yi It X TATTOO OF BHOTS. Slowly the constable ap proacbed Overland's prostrate figure. "Time's up for you'" he said, covering the tramp with his gun. "Water!" groaned Overland. "Water, eh? Well, crawl to It, you rat' " Winthrop, his heart thumping wildly, followed the constable. So this was desert law? "You seem to kind of recognix* your friend now," sneered th* constable. Thl* was too much for Wln throp's overstrung nerves His pulses roared in his ears. With a leap he seized the constable's gun and twisted at it with both hands. There was an explosion, and Wln throp grinned savagely. Wttli in sane strength he tore the gun from the other's grasp. "You're the only coward in this affair," he gasped, as he levelled the gun at the constable. That of fh et th raw up his bands. "Good." exclaimed Overland, sitting up suddenly. You keep his gun, Billy. I got to see how bad the other gent's hit." An hour later the constable led his pony toward tlie railroad. On the son) was his companion, with both arms bandaged. He leaned forward brokenly. "I'll gat him, if It takes—a thousand years," he muttered. "I reckon It'll take all of that." growled the constable. "You can have all you want of his game. Sounders—l'm through." (TIAPTKR IX. "Fool's Luck." They had come a long day's journey from the water-hole on the other side of the range. They weresafe from ordinary pursuit. That evening beside the fire. Overland Red told again the story of the dead prospector, the gold. and tha burled papers In his troubled slumbers the easterner dreamed of pacing along the track counting the tie*, and eventually digging In the sand. Wlnthrop now knew the tramp well enough to appreciate that the other had not risked his own life and nearly killed one of his pursu ers through sheer bravado, or fear, or personal hatred. Some thing more potent was beneath the tramp's motives —some Incen tive that was almost a religion. So far, Wlnthrop w»» correct. He erred, however. In supposing Overland to be obsessed with a mania for gold for its own sake. The erstwhile sheriff of Abilene had dreamed a dream about an TH* TACOMA' TIMEa It* Harry Herbert Kaibbs. Copyright. I*ll. Houghton-Mifflin Oe. adopted waif and a beautiful young girl. Three days they rested In the wild seclusion of the canyon. The third morning Wlnthrop had awakened feeling so completely refreshed he begged Overland to allow, him to make sn attempt to find the hidden papers and tlie little bag of gold. Overland de murred. Wlnthrop argued he ran no risk of capture, while Overland did. It would mean a journey of a day aud a night. Finally Overland agreed to Wln throps plan to make the attempt the follow Ing day At the foot of the range Over land gave his companion a can teen snd a piece of gunnysack wrapped round some hardtack and jerked beef "Don't I need my gun this lime"' querned Wlnthrop. "Nop*. Billy. 'Cause why? Not bavin' a gun will be your best recommend, generally speakln', stick to the bugs. Hilly; stick to the bugs.*' They shook hands, the broad cheated sunburned adventurer. genial with robust health, and the slender, almost delicately fash ioned easterner, who bait forgot ten thai there were such things as lungs, or doctor* —for the lime being Overland found hi* slow way bark to tlie hidden canyon. He felt a little lonely as he thought of Collie. Then he buckled on his. gun, snd Mailed upstream. Tbe stream disappeared In the sand to find some subterranean channel and reappear below again. For an hour he toiled over the rocks on up the diminishing stream. At last the cliffs met at the bottom In a sharp-edged "V," not over a foot apart in the stream-bed, but widening above. Overland scrambled through. On the oth er side of the opening he straight ened up breathing hard. His hand crept to his hip. On a sandy level a few yards ahead of him stood a lagged canvas tent. Ia front of the tent vii the rain washed charcoal of an old fire. A rusted pan, a pick, and th* worn stub of a shovel lay near the stream. A box marked' "Dynamite" waa half-filled with odds and end* ot empty tins, cooking utensils, and among th* things was a glass fruit Jar half rilled with matches. SlowH Overland* hand dropped to his sid*. H* *t*pp*d forward, •looped, and peered Into th* tent. I Save for a pair of old quilts and an old corduroy coat, th* place was ersnty. "Fools luck." muttered Orer land. • They a another trail Into thla canyon that tha prospector ■nosed I got te Mad It. Billy'll be some interested " CHAPTER X. The Krtsrs Overlaad Red lay concealed la aa arroyo at tbe fool of the ran*. He rould overlook tbe deseii without being seen. It was the afternoon of the day fol lowing Wlnthrop'* departure. '■'»i Ib the south a apeck moved, almost imperceptibly De siring to assure himself tbat no horseman followed Wlnthrop. Overlsnd Red made no sign. The rim of Wlnthrop s hat became distinguishable, then the white lacing of hla boots. Ma riders appeared on the horl ■on Overlsnd stepped out from Behind the rock Well, how did yon make it?" be called. v\ inthrop came forward wear ily No luck at all." "Couldn't find It. eh?" I counted every tie between the tank and that little ditch un der the track The entire stretch ha« been n laid with new tie*." Overland whistled. Then he grinned and told or hla find. The news put enough life Into Winthrop to make It possible to follow Red up the trail. Ou up the slope they toiled. At the summit they paused again to reel. and Overland remarked abruptly: "You ain't coughed ao much lately, Billy." I had s pretty bsd time yes terday morning." replied Win throp. "Well, you'll get cured and stnv cured, up here." said Over land, hugely optimistic. \\ iiil h i <ip followed Overland silently serosa the range and down Into the cool depths of the hidden canyon, where the tramp. e\it watchful of the younger man's health, slipped from his coat and made Wlnthrop put It on. despite the lattei•'* protest th.it he was hot and sweating CH \--TKR XI The Hose 1.111. ' Vim never done much fancy pick handle exercise, did you?" asked Overland, the next morn ing, as he snd Billy were burn ing the dead prospector's things. The tramp explained It wa* bet ter to have no trace of a funnel locator about. He shrewdly con cluded the claim had never been filed on. and that he and Billy had a perfect right to stake it out as their own. Winthrop was busy poking the flte. and smiling over his coin imii ion's joy in the claim which Overlaad predicted would yield §>•* a day if they both worked. Win) drop not answering. Over land repeated his question about exercise "No, but I'm going to." said the easterner. "This beats sign ing checks all to pieces." "Never got cramps that way If," grunted Overland. "Hut I have from swlngln' a pick Three of us could do a heap bet ter than two. I wish Collie wss ou the job." I in willing," said Wlnthrop (niiise you are, but you get your half of this as agreed. Col lie s share come* out of my half." \\ inthrop glanced quickly at Overland's inscrutable face. "Sup pose I should tell you that my In come, each week, is about equal to what we expect to get from thl* i laitn •* " Makes no difference," growled Overland. "It wasn't your money that stood off the constable—and later out in the desert. It was you. They's some places left on this old map yet where a man Is what hi* two fist* and hi* head la worth. Thl* here Mojave Is one of 'em. Are you squeak to that?" They worked steadily until owning They staked out their respective and adjoining claim*. dropped the rusted tool* In * bot tomless crevice, and removed the last shred and vestige of a pre vious occupancy I This here's been too easy." said Overland, a* he diced bacon for the evening meal. "When things <ome* aa easy a* this, you waat to watch cut for ■ change la th* weather. W* aluT through »ith tbe booth yet." The easterner. making the eveniag fire, nodded. How are we to get provision*?" he saked "First. 1 wss thliikin of park la' 'em In from Oopbertowu, over yonder. She's about thirty miles from here, across tbe alkali But If we got te comln In regular tbe> d smell gold quicker than beea findla' orange blossoms I reckon we got to hit the breece out of here right soon. Here, Is' me take that fry-paa a minute. It's this way. Me and you » lo cated thla claim Now we go and file Hut first we got to get some dough. I got a scheme. I'm thinkin' or gett*a a dude outfit long-tailed coat snd checker pants and s elevated lid with ■ shine to It Then you and me to the state house and file on this here claim. You stsy right in them kii kle cloth** snd thst puncher hat We file. »ee'.' The gent* supportln the bar* snd mini* corners sill be so interest ed In seeln' me do you for your pile that they'll forget to remem ber who I am. They'll sis* me for a phoney promoter exravatin your pm kel book lis a chance - but we got to take It." "That's all very weird and wonderful." aaid Wlnthrop. "and not so very flattering to me. but I am game. I'll furnish tlie ex pense money After the evening meal they drew nearer the fire and smoked in the chill silence. The flames threw strsuge dancing shadows on the opposite cliff Wlnthrop. mindful of Over land's advice, slipped on his coat a* the night deepened. They eat for a long time without speaking. V\ inthrop 'a bead lifted sudden I*. "What shall we call the mine""' be asked Overland Red started. "Wis* I was thinkin' of callln' it Ihe Rose tllrl.' after a girl Collie and me knows up Moonstone Canyon way." "It's rather a good name," said Winthrop. "1b the girl pretty?" "Pretty? Oosh. That's ain't the word. Her real name Is Louise Lacharme, and, believe me. Hilly, she's all that her name sounds ilke. and then some." CHAPTF.R XII Milent Maunders. One after another, in the cour»e of the two years following Col- He's arrlrval, the old riders of the Monstone Ranch drifted away. There remained but Brand Wil liams the foreman. Collie, and Miguel, a young Spanish vaquero who was devoted to but two things In life, his splendid pinto pony, and the Moonstone Ranch. The others had been lured to the new ail-Hald* up north—to the excitement of (ioldfleld or to Mexico City, where e\en more ex citement promised. In their stead came new men Bud Light. Parses Lang, Billy Dime, and one Silent Saunders. Louise became acquainted with the new men while riding with her uncle. One by one the new arrivals became devoted to her Her Interest in the ranch work pleased them. Walter Stone wa» also pleased with his niece* In terest in the detail of the ranch work She was as a daughter to him Some day the property would be hers. Collie bad gained in height and breadth of shoulder. He no longer needed Instruction In managing broncho stock. He loved the life He became that rare quantity among cowmen, • rider who handled and mastered unbroken horse* without brutal ity This counted heavily for him both with Louise and Wslter Stone Men new to th* r*ng* laughed at his method of "gen tling" horses. I-ter their laugh ter stilled to envlou* d**ire. And Colli* looked upon hi* work a* a gam*-a **"•<-' that had to b* played hard and well, but a game, nevertheless. Inci dentally h* thought often of Overland R*d H« h*»d »««rched th* paper* diligently for a year, before he received the first letter I from Overlsnd Th* news It eaa tslned set Collie to thinking seri ously of leaving tbe Moonstone Ran. ho snd joining hla old com panion in thla n*w venture of gold-digging, which, as Overland tool, pains to explain, was "pay STATE OFFICIAL'S WIFE TAKES THE LEAD ♦♦# ♦»♦ ♦♦♦ ♦♦♦ ♦♦♦ ♦♦♦ IN TEACHING SEX HYGIENE IN SCHOOLS MADISON, Wis., July 15.— Mra. L. H. Nagler, wife of the assistant secretary of state of Wisconsin, Is lesding a new meth od of instruction on the subject of sex hygiene to school children. She does not believe in the usual methods thst are employed in schools where the subject la discussed with pupils. She has evolved s method of teaching science whereby pupils of any age or status ran be led to see the value of moral think- FIND HUNTED MAN, SUICIDE XL CKNTRO, Cal.. July 15 — After hundreds of men had searched the desert all night for William Weaver, tha negro who murdered Mrs. J. A. Marrbus. hla body was found today near See ley. He had committed sulcido Newsboy's Make Money during vaca tion by selling the Times ____________________________ _______ Come to the Times office, 9th and Commerce at 11 o'clock tomorrow and we will give you a corner. I Circulation Department PAGE SEVEN A NOVEL A WEEK —•est W*afc-=~ 111 I I- ANCHOR INN" Hy Mais RatraiM Morris. lag big " Rut there waa Loataa, • • • They war* great friend*. They had even ridden to town Pm gather and attended tha llttl* white rhurch *_ the eucalypta* grov*. tOusMlaued ia Oar Nrti lasne.) <ng and acting, and the true rea sons underlying the human coda of ethics. she Ignores the ususl precept* and sloiies with a moral" at tached, and she Introduces tbe pupil directly to the objects of nature as a means of conveying the subject. There ts a definite order of procedure and presentation, aad each object is studied first a* an individual entity. In all It* psrts I and relations, and then as part af i the entire living universe. by thrusting ■ revolver Into his mouth, sending a bullet through the top of hi* head. Weaver entered the March** ranch house st midnight aad fired, the bullet passing through Marrbus' hand and killing bis wife as she* slept The husband telephoned the news to El t'en trO and took the negro's trail sfter exchanging shota with htm Fire bella at El Centra were rung and within an hour 3011 armed men were ou th* desert.