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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.
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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
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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.