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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1922.
DESERT GOLD
Author of RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE, WILDFIRE, ETC.
Copyright by Harper & Brothers.
NELL BURTON
SYNOPSIS.—Seeking gold In tho
desert, •'Cameron,” solitary pros
pector, forms a partnership with
an unknown man whom he later
learns is Jon«is Warren, father of
a girl whom Cwniron wronged,
but later married, back in Illinois.
Cameron's sxplanations appease
Warren, and the two proceed to
gether. Taking refuge from a
sandstorm 11 a cave, Cameron dis
covers gol<\ but too late; both men
are dying. Cameron leaves evi
dence, in the cave, of their dis
covery of gold, anti personal docu
ments. Richard Gale, adventurer,
in Caaita, Mexican border town,
meets Geo.ge Thorne, lieutenant in
the Ninth cavalry, old college
friend. Thome tells Gale he is
there to save Mercedes Castaneda,
Spanish 4irl, his affianced wife,
from Rojas, Mexican bandit Gale
"rough houses” Rojas and his gang,
with the help of two American
cowboys, and lie, Mercedes and
Thorne escape. A bugle call from
the fort orders Thome to his regi
ment He leaves Mercedes under
Gale's protection. The pa r, aided
by the cowboys, Charlie I .add and
Jim Lash, arrive in safety at a
ranch knoa n as Forlorn River,
across the border. The fugitives
are at Tom Belding's home. Beld
ing is Immigration inspector. Living
with him are his wife and step
daughter, Nell Burton.
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
“What Is he? Who Is he? Where
did he come from? Surely you must
“Laddy swears he’s all right,” inter
rupted the husband. “That’s enough
reference for me. Isn’t It enough for
you ?”
“Humph I Laddy knows a lot about
young men, now doesn’t he, especially
strangers from the East? . . . Tom,
you must be careful! He’ll fall in
love with Nell1” protested Mrs. Bel
ding.
“Well, wouldn’t that be regular?
Doesn’t every man who comes along
fall in love with Nell? Hasn’t It al
ways happened?’’
“But, Tom, Nell might fall In love
with this young man 1” exclaimed the
wife. In distress.
“Laddy, Jim, didn’t I tell you?”
cried Belding. “I knew she’d say
that. . . . My dear wife, I would
be simply overcome with joy If Nell
did fall in love nnce. Real good and
hard! She’s wilder than any antelope
out there on the desert. Nell’s nearly
twenty iraw, and so far as we know
she’s never cared a rap for any fellow.
And she’s as good and lovable Us she
is pretty, but I’m afraid she’ll never
grow into a woman while we live out
in this lonely land. And you've al
ways hated towns where there was a
chance for the girl—just because you
were afraid she’d fall in love. You’ve
always been strange, even silly, about
that I’ve done my best for Nell—
laved her as if she were my own
PM
N*' ** -
“What la He? Who la He? Where
Did He Como From? Surely You
Muat Be—”
daughter. I’ve changed many busi
ness plans to suit your whims. There
are rough times abend, maybe. I need
men. I’ll hire this chap Gale if he’ll
stay. Let Nell take her chance with
him. She’ll be all the better for it.”
“I hope Laddy’s not mistaken in his
opinion of this newcomer,” replied
Mrs. Belding, with a sigh of resigna
tion. “Well, supper Is to be got That
young man and the girl will bo
starved. I’ll go In now. If Nel) hap
pens around don’t—don’t flatter her
Laddy, like you did at dinner. Don’t
make her think of her looks.”
Dick heard Mrs. Belding walk
■way.
“Shore she’s powerful particular
■bout that girl.” observed Laddy.
“Say, Tom, Nell knows she’s pretty,
doesn’t she.”
“She’s Hable to find It out unless
you shut up, Laddy. When you vis
ited us out here some weeks ago, you
kept *owbuy compliments to
hr"
“An' it’s your idea that cowboy
compliments are plumb bad for girls?”
“Downright bad, Laddy, so my wife
says.”
“I’ll be darned If I believe any girl
can be hurt by a little sweet talk.
It pleases ’em. . . .”
“Chop It,” Interrupted Belding.
“Here comes Nell now.”
Dick’s tingling ears took In the pat
tering of light footsteps, the rush of
someone running.
“Here you are,” cried a sweet, hap
py voice. “Dad, the senorita Is per
rectly lovely. I’ve been peeping at
her. She sleeps like —like death.
She’s so white. Oh, I hope she won’t
be 111. How strange and sad, that
about her! Tell me more, Laddy.
You promised. I’m dying to know.
Didn’t you say the senorita bad a
sweetheart ?”
“Shore I did.”
“Is he the young man who came
with you?”
“Nope. That fellow’s the one who
saved the girl from Rojas.”
“Ah! Where is he, Laddy?”
“He’s In there asleep.”
“Is he —nice, Laddy?”
“Shore.”
“What Is he like?”
“Well, I’m not long acquainted,
never saw him by day, but I was some
tolerable took •with him. An’ Jim
here, Jim says the young man can
have Ids gun an’ his hoss.”
“Wonderful! Laddy, what on
earth did this stranger do to win you
cowboys In just one night?”
“I’ll shore have to tell you. Me an’
Jim was watchin’ a game of cards in
the Del Sol saloon in Caslta. That’s
across the line. We had acquaint
ances—four fellows from the Cross
Bar outfit, where we worked a while
back. This Del Sol Is a billiard hall,
saloon, restaurant, an’ the like. An’
It was full of Greasers. Some of
Campo’s rebels were there drinkin’ an’
playin’ games. Then pretty soon in
come Rojas with some of his outfit.
They were packin’ guns an’ kept to
themselves off to one side.
“A little while afterward I seen a
fellow standin’ In the restaurant
door. He was a young American
dressed In corduroys an’ boots, like a
prospector. He looked round the sa
loon, an’ wJien he spotted Rojas ne
sorta jerked up. Then he pulled his
slouch hat lopsided an* began to stag
ger down, down the Steps. First off I
made shore he was drunk. But I re
membered he didn’t seem drunk be
fore. It wae some queer. So 1
watched that young man.
“He reeled around the room like a
fellow who was drunker’n a lord.
Nobody but me seemed to notice him.
Then he began to stumble over pool
players an’ get his feet tangled up In
chairs an’ bump against tables. He
got some pretty hard looks. He came
round our way. an’ all of a sudden he
seen us cowboys. He gave another
start. like the one when he first seen
Rojas, then he made for us. I tipped
Jhn off that somethin’ was doin’.
Then this queer young man shot some
cool, polite words at me an* Jim.
“He was only bluffin’ at bein’ drunk
—he meant to rush Rojas, to start a
rough house. The bandit was after a
girl. This girl was in the hotel, an’
she was the sweetheart of a soldier,
the young fellow’s friend. The hotel
was watched hy Rojas’ guards, an’ the
plan was to make a fuss an* get the
girl away in the excitement. Well.
Jim an’ me got a hint of our bein’
Americans —that cowboys generally
had a name for loyalty to women.
Then this amazin' chap—you can’t
Imagine how scornful —said for me
an’ Jim to watch him.
“Before I could catch my breath an*
flgger out what he meant by ‘rush’ an’
‘rough house’ he had knocked over a
table an’ crowded some Greaser half
off the map. Then, qulcker’n I can
tell you the young man dove at Ro
jas. Like a mad steer on the ram
page he charged Rojas an’ his men.
The whole outfit went down —smash !
I flggered then what ‘rush’ meant.
The young fellow came up out of the
pile with Rojas, an’ just like I’d sling
an empty sack along the floor he sent
the bandit. Rut swift as that went
he was on top of Rojas before the
chairs an’ tables had stopped rollin’.
“I woke up then, an’ made for the
center of the room, Jim with me. I
began to shoot out the lamps. Jim
thro wed his guns on the crazy rebels,
an’ I was afraid there’d be blood
spilled before I could get the room
dark. Bein’ shore busy, I lost sight
of the young fellow for a second or
so, an’ when I got an eye free for him
I seen a Greaser about to knife him.
Think I was considerate of the
Greaser by only Rhootln’ his arm off.
Then I cracked the last lamp, an* In
the hullabaloo me an’ Jim vamoosed.
“We made tracks for our bosses an’
packs, an* was hittin* the San Felipe
road when we run right plumb into
the young man. Well, he said his
name was Gale —Dick Gale. The girl
was with him safe an’ well; but her
sweetheart, the soldier, bein’ away
without leave, had to go back sudden.
There shore was some trouble, for
Jim an’ me heard shootin’. Gale
said he had no money, no friends, was
a stranger In a desert country; an’
he was distracted to know how to
help the girl. So me an’ Jim started
off with them for San Felipe, got
switched, an’ then we headed for the
Rio Forlorn.”
“Oh, I think he was perfectly splen
did 1” exclaimed the girl. “But, Laddy.
you haven’t told me what he looks
like.”
At this juncture Dick Gale felt it
absolutely impossible to play the
eavesdropper any longer. Quietly he
rolled out of bed. Belding’s kindly
Interest, Laddy’s blunt and sincere
cowboy eulogy, the girl’s sweet eager
ness and praise—these warmed Gale’s
heart. He had fallen among simple
people, into whose lives the advent
of an unknown man was welcome.
He was wild to be one of Belding's
rangers. The idea of riding a horse
in the open desert, with a dangerous
duty to perform, seemed to strike him
with an appealing force. Something
within him went out to the cowboys,
to this blunt and kind Belding. He
was afraid to meet the girl. If every
man who came along fell In love with
this sweet-voiced Nell, then what
hope had he to escape—now, when his
whole Inner awakening betokened a
change of spirit, hope, a finding of
real worth, real good, real power in
himself?
Gale Imagined he matje noise
enough as he clumsily pulled on his
boots; yet the voices, split by a merry
laugh, kept on murmuring outside the
fUg
WiSfß
Suddenly, Sweetly, She Blushed.
door. It was awkward for him, hr.v-
Ing only one hand available to lace
up hts boots. He looked out of the
window. He heard bees, birds, chick
ens, saw the red of roses and green
of grass. Then he saw, close to the
wall, a tub full of water, and a bench
upon which lay basin, soap, towel,
comb and brush. The window was
also a door, for under It there was a
step.
Gale hesitated a moment, then
went out. He stepped naturally, hop*
Ing and expecting that the cowboys
would hear him. But nobody came.
Awkwardly, with left hand, he washed
his face. Upon a nail In the wall
hung a little mirror, by the aid of
which Dick combed and brushed his
hair. He imagined he looked a most
haggard wretch. With that he faced
forward, meaning to go round the cor
ner of the house to greet the cowboys
and these new found fri<«?ds.
Dick had taken but one step when
he was halted by laughter and the
patter of light feet. He saw a little
foot sweep Into view, a white dress,
then the s\?lftly moving form of a
girl. She was looking backward.
“Dad, I shall fall in love with your
new ranger. I will —I have —”
Then she plumped squarely Into
Dick’s arms.
Dick saw a fair face and dark
blue, audaciously flashing eyes. Swift
as lightning their expression changed
to surprise, fear, wonder. For an In
stant they were level with Dick’s
grave questioning. Suddenly, sweet
ly, she blushed.
“Oh-h I” she faltered.
Then the blush turned to a scarlet
Are. She whirled past him, and like
a white gleam was gone.
Dick became conscious of the quick
ened beating of his heart. He expe
rienced a singular exhilaration. That
moment had been the one for which
he had been ripe, the event upon
which strange circumstances had
been rushing him.
With a couple of strides he turned
the corner. Laddy and Lash were
there talking to a man of burly form.
“Hello, there’s the young fellow,”
spoke up the burly man. “Mr. Gale,
I’m glad to meet you. My name’s
Belding.”
His greeting was as warm as his
handclasp was long and hard. Gale
saw a heavy man of medium height.
His head was large and covered with
grizzled locks. He wore a short
cropped mustache and chin beard. His
skin wm brown, and his dark eyes
beamed with a genial light.
“Yuung man, did you run Into any-
thing as j’oii came out?” asked Bel
ding, with twinkling eyes.
“Why, yes; I met something white
and swift flying by,” replied Dick.
“That was Nell Burton, my girl—
Stepdaughter, I should say,” said Bel
ding. “She’s sure some whirlwind, as
Laddy calls her. Come, let’s go in
and meet the wife.”
In Mrs. Belding, Gale found a wom
an of noble proportions and striking
appearance. Her hair was white. She
had a strong, serious, well-lined face
that bore haunting evidences of past
beauty. The gaze she gent upon him
was almost piercing In Its Intensity.
Her greeting, which seemed to Dick
rather slow in coming, was kind
though not cordial. Gale’s first
thought, after he had thanked these
good people for their hospitality, was
to inquire about Mercedes. Mrs. Bel
ding said the girl had suffered no
great hardship, other than mental, and
would very soon be rested and well.
“Now. Gale,” said Belding, when his
wife had excused herself to get sup
per, “the boys, Jim and Laddy, tola
me about you and the mix-up at Ca
sita. I’ll be glad to take care of the
girl till it’s safe for your soldier
friend to get her out of the country.
That won’t be very soon, don’t mis
take me. ... I don’t want to seem
over-curious about you—Laddy has
Interested me in you—and straight
out I’d like to know what you propose
to do now.”
“I haven’t any plans,” replied Dick;
and, taking the moment as propitious,
he decided to speak frankly concern
ing himself. “I just drifted down
here. My home Is in Chicago. When
I left school tome years ago—l’m
twenty-five now—l went to work for
my father. He’s—he has business ln>
terests there. I tried all kinds of in
side jobs. I couldn’t please my fa
ther. To tell you frankly, Mr. Bel
ding, I suppose I didn’t much care."
“What do you want to do?”
“I want a man's job. I want to do
things with my hands. 1 want action.
I want to be outdoors."
Belding nodded his head ns If he
understood that, and he began to
speak again, cut something short, then
went on, hesitatingly:
“Gale—you could go home again—
to the old man —it’d be all right?”
“Mr. Belding, there’s nothing shady
in my past. The governor would be
glad to have me home. That’s the
only consolation I’ve got. But I’m
not going. I’m broke. I won’t be a
tramp. And It’s up to me to do
something.”
“How’d you like to be a border
ranger?” asked Belding, laying a hand
on Dick’s knee. “Pan of my job
here is United States inspector of im
migration. I’ve gut that boundary
line to patrot—to keep out Chinks
and Japs. You’ll not be hired by the
U. S. You’ll simply be my ranger,
same as Laddy and Jim, who have
promised to work for me. I’ll pay
you well, give you a room here, fur
nish everything down to guns, and the
finest horse you ever saw in your life.
Your job won’t be safe and healthy,
sometimes, but It’ll be a man’s job—
don’t mistake me! You can gamble
on having things to do outdoors. Now,
what do you say?"
“I accept, and I thank you—l can’t
say how much,” replied Gale, ear
nestly.
“Good! That’s settled. Let’s go
out and tell Laddy and Jim.”
Both boys expressed satisfaction
at the turn of affairs, and then with
Belding they set out to take Gale
around the ranch. The wide grounds
were covered with luxuriant gruss
and flowers and different kinds of
trees.
Belding explained that the luxuri
ance of this desert place was owing
to a few springs and the dammed-up
waters of the Rio Forlorn.
“I’ve got one never-falling spring
on my place," said Belding. “Fine,
sweet water! You know what that
means In the desert. I like this oasis.
The longer I live here the better I
like It. It’s beautiful and healthy.
Forlorn and lonely, yes, especially for
women like my wife and Nell; but
I like It. . . . And between you
and me, boys, I’ve got something up
my sleeve. There’s gold dust In the
arroyos, and there’s mineral up In the
mountains. If we only had water!
There are possibilities, and I want
you boys to stay with me and get In
on the ground floor. I wish this rebel
war was over. . . . Well, here are
the corrals and the fields. Gale, take
a look at that bunch of horses!”
Belding’s last remark was made ns
he led his companions out of shady
gardens Into the open. Gale saw an
adobe shed and a huge pen formed
by strangely twisted and contorted
branches or trunks of mesquite, and.
beyond these, wide, flat fields, green—
a dark, rich green—and dotted with
beautiful horses. There were whites
and blacks, and bays and grays. In
his admiration Gale searched his
memory to see if he could remember
the like of these magnificent animals,
and had to admit that the only ones
he could compare with them were the
Arabian steeds.
“Shore I reckon I savvy why you
don’t sleep nights,” drawled Laddy.
“I see a Greaser out there —no; It’s
an Indian.”
“That’s my Papago herdsman. 1
keep watch over the horses now day
and night. Lord, bow I’d hate tn
have Rojas or Salazar —any of those
bandit rebels—find my horses! .
Gale, can you ride?”
Dick modestly replied tt at he could,
according to the eastern idea of
horsemanship.
The ringing of a bell, which Bel
ding said was a call to supper, turned
the men back toward the house. It
was not until they reached It and
were about to go In that Belding
chanced to discover Gale’s cripple**
hand.
“What an awful hand!" he ex
claimed. “Where the devil did you
get that?”
“I stove in my knuckles on Rojas/’
replied Dick.
“You did that in one punch? Say,
I’m glad it wasn’t me you hit! Why
didn’t you tell me? That’s a bad
hand. Those cuts are full of dirt
and sand. Inflammation’s setting In.
It’s got to be dressed. Nell 1" he
called.
Dick saw a glimpse of golden hair
and a white dress In the door. But
they were not visible longer than a
second.
“Dad, what’s the matter?” asked
a voice that was still as sweet as
formerly, but now rather small and
constrained.
“Bring the antiseptics, cotton, ban
dages—and tilings out here. Hurry,
now.”
Belding fetched « pall of water
and a basin from the kitchen. His
wife followed him out and, upon see
ing Dick’s hand, was all solicitude.
Then Dick heard light, quick foot
steps, but he did not look up.
“Nell, this is Mr. Gale —Dick Gale,
who came with the boys last night.”
said Belding. “He’s got an awful
hand. Got it punching that Greaser
Rojas. I want you to dress It. . . .
Gale, this is my stepdaughter, Nell
Burton, of whom I spoke. She’s
some good when there’s somebody
sick or hurt. Shove out your my
boy, and let her get at it. Supper’s
nearly’ ready.”
Dick felt that same strange, quick
ening heart throb, yet he had never
been cooler in his life. More than
anything else in the world he wanted
to look at Nell Burton; however, di
vining that the situation might be
embarrassing to her, he refrained
from looking tsp. She began to bathe
his Injured knuckles. He noted the
softness, the deftness of her touch,
and then it seemed her fingers were
not quite as steady as they might
have been. Still, In a moment they
appeared to become surer tn their
work. When she sat down beside him
and rested his Injured hand in her
lap as she cut bandages, she was so
thrllllngly near that he yielded to an
irrepressible desire to look up. She
had a sweet, fair face warmly tinted
with that same healthy golden-brown
sunburn. Her hair was light gold
and abundant, a waving mass. Her
eyes were shaded by long, downcast
lashes, yet through them he caught a
gleam of blue.
Despite the stir within him. Gale,
seeing she was now absorbed in her
task, critically studied her with a sec
ond closer gaze. She was a sweet,
*7holesome, joyous, pretty girl.
“Shore it musta hurt?” Inquired
Laddy, who sat an interested specta
tor.
“Yes, I confess it did,” replied
Dick slowly, with his eyes on Nell’s
face. “But I didn’t mind.”
The girl’s lashes swept up swiftly
in surprise. She had taken his words
literally. But the dark-blue eyes met
his for only a fleeting second. Then
the warm tint in her cheeks turned
as red as her lips. Hurriedly she
finished tying the bandage and rose
to her feet.
“I thank you,” said Gale, also ris
ing. With that Belding appeared In
the doorway, and, finding the opera
tion concluded, called them in to sup
per. After the meal. I aving a favor
able opportunity when for a moment
no one was at hand, Dick went out
through the yard, past the gardens
and fields, and climbed the first knoll.
Westward the setting Sun glided a
spiked, frost colored, limitless ex
panse of desert. It awed Gale. What
a strange, gray, somber place! There
was a lighter strip of gray winding
down* between darker hues. This he
realized presently was the river bed,
and he saw now the pools of water
narrowed and diminished In size till
they lost themselves In gray sand.
This was the rainy season, near Its
end, and here a little river struggled
hopelessly, for’crnly to live in the
desert. Ho received a potent impres
sion of the nature of that blasted age
worn waste which he had divined
was to give him strength and work
and love.
“It was indescribably sweet
and provocative of thoughts—"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Domestic Animals Necessary.
Man couldn’t get along without do
mesticated animals. The world now
has one sheep and one head of cattle
for each five people, and one head of
swine for each 12 people. America,
with only a sixteenth of the world's
population, has a sixth of the world’s
cattle, a tenth of the sheep and three
sevenths of the swine. We are the
greatest meat eaters on earth. Yet
we are the most peaceful people. Mili
tant Japan’s diet Is based on rice. It
Is an uncomfortable contrast for the
theorists who preach that meat-eating
makes people ferocious or savagely
emotional.
Ancient City of Carthage.
Carthage was founded by tne Phoe
nicians about 850 B. C,
PAGE SEVEN
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Eric R. Johlke, former Cuntaln in the
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At a meeting in Green River of rep
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pigs. The child had wandered into the
pig pen and was mortally injured be
fore his mother, attracted by the unu
sual commotion and mdse, could take
the child away from the infuriated an
imals. The little victim died without
regaining consciousness.
Wade 11. Barnes is in the county
Jail under bonds of $3,000 for shooting
Robert Jenkins nt the Saul ranch on
the Lußonte, near Douglas. Barnes
took four shots at Jenkins, only one of
which took effect, the wound being in
the fleshy part of the hip. The quar
rel that resulted in the shooting was
caused by a disagreement concerning
the ownership of a hog.
Survey of the Casper freight rate
situation has resulted in the discovery
of many of mal adjustments, some of
which have beer, corrected and others
remain to be taken up, according to W.
E. McGarry, vice president and gener
al manager of the General Freight
Service Association of St. Louis, which
has been retained by the Casper Cham
ber of Commerce to secure equitable
adjustments.
The case of cattle stealing against
Ed Lake, charged with stealing and
butchering a yearling steer belonging
to James At Inson. near Laramie, has
been dismissed by County Attorney
Patterson, who received a note from
Mr. Atkinson, stating that he ami Ed
Lake “have come to un agreement.”
Bishop Thomas confirmed the report
that Archdeason E. Dray had resigned
his position at Laramie, after about
ten years of service in Wyoming, and
had returned to England to reside per
manently. The Idshop has not yet
filled the position.