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MIDLAND JOURNAL, RISING SUN, MD.
1 J— Flame of the Border ,Cv i SYNOPSIS Seeking death to escape dishonor at the hands ot a drunken desperado, Sonya Savarln allows herself to be res cued by her suddenly repentant at tacker. The girl Is a self-appointed physician to the Navajo Indians, living on an Arizona sheep ranch with her brother Serge, his wife. Lila, and their small daughter, Babs. She Is engaged to Rodney Blake, wealthy New Yorker, but her heart Is with the friendless Navajos and she evades a wedding. Sonya pulls little Moon, wife of Two Fingers, a Navajo, through the crisis of an illness. Two Fingers is deeply grateful. Sonya again meets the man whose advances she had repulsed on Lone Mesa. He tells her he bitterly regrets his action. Sonya Is affected but unforgiving. On Lone Mesa she again comes upon the strange young man. When he reiterates his sorrow over his misconduct, she Indicates for giveness and urges\ him to abandon his life of lawlessness. From conceal ment, Sonya witnesses the transfer ence of objects from an airship to her attacker. At a dance she demands that he tell her his name. He says he Is Starr Stone, but that he goes by a dif ferent name in this region. He leaves the dance with a tall, fierce Mexican, with whom he Is mysteriously asso ciated. Sonya realizes she Is falling In love with a man whom she can only class as a renegade and outlaw, and that she can never marry Blake. An Influenza epidemic among the In dians keeps Sonya busy. She and Stone declare their love for each oth er, all doubt in the mind of the girl being ended. The Mexican bandit, sur prising the pair at a meeting place, takes Stone away, and warns the girl hereafter to let his “lieutenant" alone. CHAPTER IX —l2 The Dark Threat Falls. Rodney Blake had brought a friend with him. A tall, quiet man by the name of Marston. Sonya, herself again to all outward appearances, met him at breakfast. His face arrested her. A keen face, but still as arctic Ice, its eyes penetrating everything they met. She felt uneasy under them, as If they could read the secret of her heart. Rod seemed to know him well. But she was soon so taken up with her own problem that she had no time to study this stranger who sat and smoked and asked odd questions of Serge: her problem of what and when to tell Rod Blake, how to break her sacred word, to ask him to release her. Rod, who had said that no man, no people, no country should ever take her from him. But Mr. Marston’s questions were very strange. Were there any people in the country whom he, Serge, did not know? Any stran gers about? Any airplanes flying off the regular lane above the new port at Williams? “No,” said Serge positively, “only the regular mail planes, and they’re so far off that we only hear their engines. Why ?” “Just wondered,” said John Mars ton. But Rodney Blake smiled and leaned forward, tapping his cigarette ash In his saucer. “I may as well tell you, folks, that you’re entertaining an angel unawares —or rather, to quote the gentry he’s always after, a fallen one. Mr. Mars ton is the government’s crack man of the secret service, whose rare talents are enlisted only as a last resort. He is here on a mission of his own. I merely accompanied him as an excuse to be here.” He smiled and looked at Sonya. Marston fingered his cigarette, look ing down gravely. “For months our department In New York has been puzzled by a certain matter, a serious matter to this coun try, which has been bafflingly mysteri ous. By our department I mean the federal narcotics bureau. A steady flow of ‘mud,’ or pure raw opium, has been coming through, which we could not trace. We have reason to believe It is coming in on the west coast of Mexico—at Mazatlan, to be exact — brought inland and across the Border by fast and private planes, and sent east by train, from somewhere about the middle of the line. I am here— about the middle —to see what I can see. I need ,not tell you that this knowledge is dangerous for anyone to possess, and that It must be held in the utmost confidence —chiefly be cause of that one across the Border- El Capitan Diablo, as he is known— who is Mexico’s king racketeer. Any one tampering with El Capitan tam pers with death. I should not have told you this If Rod had not spoken as he did. Let me Impress again the danger of any mention of this affair to anyone." Sonya Savarln wet her lips, which had suddenly gone dry, laid down the knife in her trembling hand. She had her answer at last I The answer to that night on the dance hall floor—to the little gray ship settling so swiftly on the sand at the canyon’s mouth—to Starr Stone’s renunciation of lore and all It meant The answer to Starr Stone himself. And that answer was—El Capitan Diablo. El Capitan Diablo who ter rorized the north of Mexico, who raid ed mines, who levied taxes on the poor, and who—crucified his double crossers 1 To know too much of El Capitan Diablo and ever leave his service was to die —and one’s friend also who might share that knowledge. One’s friend’s friends, maybe, his relatives. With dilated eyes the girl looked round the table, at Serge, at Lila, at little Babs. Lila’s face was pale, but Serge was talking eagerly. “By George I" he was saying, his fist on the table, “there have been stran gers here — and Fd stake my last dol lar. Sonya, you remember that chap By VINGIE E. ROE Copyright, Doubleday. Doran & Co., Inc. WNU Service you danced with at the Neldllngers’ and the funny thing that happened?” Sonya did not speak, and Serge went on excitedly. “There was a dance at a neighboring ranch, and my sister was dancing with a stranger when the biggest Mexican I ever saw appeared and dropped a hand on the stranger's shoulder. The man followed him out. I'd forgotten the incident." “What sort of looking Mexican?" “Don’t know, only that he was monstrously tall and broad.” Marston sat in silence for a little time. “El Capitan stands six feet three In his boots,” he said. “Then who was the man he took away?’ “If I should make a guess, which I never do," said the other, “I’d say It was Quince —Keenthal —Number Fif teen —the wildest white man In Mex ico, and El Diablo’s ablest lieutenant. I’ve heard of him. But his master owns him body and soul. They say on the Border that twice El Capitan’s ‘spread him up,’ after his amusing little custom of crucifying any and all who incur his anger, only to take him down again. He’s too valuable to kill. But some day the butcher will be too mad to think of that. I’d hate to be In Quince’s shoes.” Sick to her foundations, Sonya Savarln excused herself. And John Marston looked curiously after her. The rest of that day was like a nightmare to Sonya. She had to be about the house, to help Lila with the work, and Rod was everyhere she went, leaning fond ly on her shoulder, tipping her face to look Into her eyes, whispering of that future which she knew could never be. Misery was her portion through it all. She sorrowed for the blow she must deal him sooner or And Then Stark Drama Took the Silence and the Still Shadows. later, for herself in her fear and her loneliness, and for the disaster she might some day bring on this house. And fear rode her like a witch when ever she thought of Starr Stone rid ing to the Border with that prince of butchers, El Capitan Diablo. “What ails you, Sonya?” asked Rodney Blake. "You don’t hear half I’m saying.” “Nothing,” she lied. “Of course I do.” “You do not! You’re obsessed with something. Is It these d—d Indians?” “If you don’t stop that, Rod,” she flamed, “I’ll not forgive you. I told you once that one’s life Is his own. I Still think so.” “Not a woman’s —when she has given her promise,” he said calmly: ‘‘it then belongs to her man.” "I’m sorry you take that attitude," she said, “my life will never belong to any—” She did not finish, for the flashing thought that already her life was not her own, that for better or worse it was irrevocably connected with the precarious existence of Starr Stone — Quince of the Border! The time was ripe to tell Rod the truth, yet she did not speak. It seemed that something stronger than herself, some vital cau tion, held back the words. “Lila," Sonya told the other woman later, ‘Tve got to get away by myself a while or go crazy. You know —I want to think.” “I know,” said Lila. “Go ahead. I'll keep Rod here. But, oh, Sonya, do be careful 1 I have a strange feel ing in my heart today, a premonition of evil. When will you be back?” “Around evening, Don’t worry. I’ll only ride the desert for a while. May be go as far as town.” “Well," said Lila uneasily, “do be careful.” And she stood on tiptoe to kiss the taller woman. So Sonya rode away on Darkness, and Rodney Blake stood watching her with a strange expression In his eyes. It was far past noon when she tied Darkness to the bitching rail beyond the general store and climbed the worn steps to the porch. At the hol low sound of her booted feet on the floor. Parks, fat and oily and wide eyed, came swiftly from the open door of the back region of the store. He was hastily putting something In the pocket of his white linen vest as he came, and fumbled his damp hand free to greet her. Now, as he reached out his hand, the small object which he had so hastily hidden In the sagging pocket tumbled out. It struck the floor with a strange sound of weight and for some reason Sonya stooped and picked It up even before the man could catch It as It fell. “I’ll take It,” he said quickly, “give , it here." But again for some dim ' reason Sonya held the little thing and looked at It curiously. It was a flat, narrow can about the size of the little can In which Serge Savarln got his tobacco for his pipe, and it was shaped very much the same, having a rounded top and a flat bottom. But there the similarity ceased, for this container was made of solid brass and thickly and beautifully carved with Chinese characters, while at the lower edge the small, belligerent figure of a fighting cock stood boldly out in bas relief. And it was unbelievably heavy for Its size. This much she saw and felt before the proprietor of the store reached out and took it from her so quickly as to be rude. He fairly snatched it and dropped It once more In the sagging pocket. Then he laughed unctuously, rub bing his wet palms together. “A new tobacco. Miss Sonya,” he said, “for my personal use. Very select and, I may say, costly. Now, what can I do for you today?" Looking at him curiously Sonya named her small purchases, and he bustled about, getting them from shelf and bln. And turning Idly the girl looked directly Into two dark faces under Mexican hats which peered fur tively at her from around the door Jamb. She knew with a thrill of por tent that they were the same two men whom she had seen that day long back with Starr Stone, when he had brought her purchases out to the car in Parks’ place. Their black eyes stared steadily at her, and turning again she caught a flash between them and the store’s owner. Chilled and frightened, she gathered her things and went swiftly out, mounted Darkness and rode from the town at a long lope. She knew In stinctively that she had stumbled on something of Importance, and that Parks was, in some dim way, a part of it. Oh, what was it all about I Where was Starr Stone, and what would his master do to him? Starr Stone —and Parks —and planes —and contraband sent east from some where along the Border —about the middle—about here. She knew —deep In her heart she knew —what Mr. Marston would give a lot to know, what he had come here to find. What Rod Blake would help him And if he knew. Rod Blake —Rod Blake on Starr Stone’s trail. He would be as unrelenting as El Capitan if once he knew all the shining things, the sweet things, that Sonya knew, the dark things, the evil things which she knew, too. The whole terrible thing was too much for one girl’s loving heart to hold, and Sonya felt as if the bottom were falling from the universe, as If soon she and all her little world would be destroyed. Her hands, clenched tight on her reins, were ice cold, the heart In her breast as cold. And the shadows of twilight were beginning to fall across the great levels of the sage, the sun was down behind the Bad Lands. And then, from high up and far away, a sound fell on her ears, the thin small sound of engines In the blue coming rapidly nearer. She stopped and looked up anxiously, and presently she saw it—a tiny speck that grew and lowered until It was circling over her, seeking a place to land. It was the little gray ship she had seen before, the powerful blunt-nosed thing which could land and take off with such Incredible swiftness. It was down, Its bouncing tall stilled, Its en gine throttled down but running, and a man was climbing over the side, coming toward her across the sand. Was it, could It be, Starr Stone? She peered hard for a glint of bronze hair beneath his helmet, but could not see it, nor his eyes behind the dis figuring goggles. - And then he was here, close at Dark ness’ head, and his hand was on the bit. She saw then that he was dark, a Mexican —that another like him was coming from the ship—and then stark drama took the silence and the still shadows. For Sonya Savarln, fighting for her life, came out of her saddle, saw Darkness sailing away In a panic of fright, his empty stirrups flying—felt the sand giving under her stubborn feet, saw the ship loom large as her captors brought her, struggling, to It —felt her hands held behind her. She was lifted up and put over the side Into a gray leather seat, a strap was buckled tightly around her. The man who had first approached her climbed Into the pilot’s seat, the other squeezed In somewhere at her back and side, the engine roared for a moment, the plane quivered, surged ahead, surged faster, Its tail came up, and almost Immediately the vast spread of the desert began to drop away beneath. With a gasp stifled on her ashen Ups Sonya Savarln was away among the stars. to am CONTINUED. Dark Sheer Prints for Midseason By CHERIE NICHOLAS WITH the waning of the good old summertime when the clothes you linve on hand begin to take on that sort of a “has-been” look which happens In even the best of regulated wardrobes and when It is too early to don new autumn regalia, what then? Every woman who aspires to an up-to the-moment appearance knows the baffled feeling which comes when this nagging, dlsturblng-of-the-peace ques tion comes up. But why worry, for here’s encourag ing news in regard to this very prob lem. Briefly told, it’s the good look ing jacket suits of dark triple sheer print which are now showing in lead ing style shops and departments wher ever one may turn. You can rest as sured that an ensemble such as any one of the stunning models here pic tured, will pilot you victoriously through that dreaded stretch of time which spans from the burning, scorch ing days of summer to weather bear ing cool breezes which hint that au tumn is on its way hitherward. The beauty of these triple sheer costumes which are now playing so conspicuous a role on fashion's stage is that they are being given a styling so absolutely up to the instant In chic, the moment you don one you are apt to experience thrills as exultant as a mannikin at a style show ns she pirouettes back and fortli before the eager and admiring eyes of her audi ence. Then, too, these sheers are cool when you want them to be and with their Jackets they provide just the degree of comfort and protection nec essary for the erratic changes of a fickle thermometer. By the way had you noticed that scarcely a one-piece dress is to be seen this season, be It USE SAILOR COLLAR NOW EVEN ON SHOES And now they’re wearing sailor col lars on shoes. Already they’ve put sailor collars on everything from bath ing suits to nightgowns. So now you may literally be nautical from head to foot. Your gob hat and your middy shirt waist dress will find their reflection on the toe of your novel sports san dal, which may combine red patent leather and white linen, and untiouDt edly will sport a little sailor collar design on the toe. Shoes must match your costume nowadays not only in fabric and color, but in atmosphere. The dress trimmed with rows of stitching demands a stitched pump to set it off. The suit with pearl buttons has’ its matching pump, with a button Instead of a buckle. New Fabrics and Colors Shown in Summer Gloves Chanut has used both new fabrics and colors to make some of the smart est of summer gloves. Most of them are designed to match a jabot or crav at such as the old-time dandies used to wear, intended to be worn with the same frock. Necktie silk—navy dotted with white and brown splashed with green—fashions jaunty gauntlet gloves worn with ascot cravats. Black and white and red and white checked taf feta gloves have matching scarfs fin ished with a great bow worn on one side of the throat Cellophane Embroidery Black cellophane embroidery is a favorite trim for white organdie dresses of romantic design. Huge Red Dots Bed plstllles of enormous size, print ed on white chiffon, are replacing dot designs In importance. day or night, without a matching or related jacket? Everything with a jacket, Is the new slogan and Just because the idea Is so thoroughly practical the vogue Is moving on of Its own momentum. Turning to our illustration we know that you will agree that the Jacket dress on the standing figure Is of un erring style appeal. It Is fashioned of triple sheer of bemberg in the new Vionnet bowknot print. The crisp or gandie jabot is worked in the two colors of the print. The slim little jacket with Its voluminous and grace ful cape sleeves conveys a message of high-style distinction. Cool and comfortable for the young girl is the little jacket-frock to the left. The bright monotone print in triple sheer of bemberg employed for this winsome outfit carries an ani mated patterning of wee gay mono tone posies—a perfect complement to youth. Tlie link-button fastening at the waistline accents the modish slim ness of this young modern. The pleated frill which collars the jacket also bespeaks a youthful note. The • insistent call of the mode for white accents on dark prints is an swered in the swagger jacketed dress to the right. This model is a bit more grown-up than the one just described which should make it of special inter est to the matron. As a matter of fact it is a type which tunes to most any age from teens on. This distin guished ensemble like its companion models In the picture is also made of bemberg triple sheer. It again reminds that the polka dot vogue is still going strong. The huge wide collar and flar ing cuffs are of white taffeta. © by Western Newspaper Union. IT’S ORGANDIE By CHKRIE NICHOLAS According to the latest dictates of fashion sheer prints are smartest when they have dark backgrounds. Here is one of the prettiest organdie frocks brought out this season. It Is black and white, which gives it a Paris look, for smart-dressed French women con tinue steadfast In their favor for black-and-white. 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