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PAGE SIX
Desert Gold
A NEW GALE
SYNOPSIS.—Seeking -gold in the
desert, "Cameron,” solitary pros
pector, forms a partnership with
an unknown man whom he later
learns is Jonas Warren, father of
a girl whom Cameron wronged,
but later married, back in Illinois.
Cameron’s explanations appease
Warren, and the two proceed to
gether. Taking refuge from a
sandstorm tn a cave, Cameron dis
covers gold, but too late; both men
are dying. Cameron leaves evi
dence, in the cave, of their dis
covery of gold, and personal docu
ments. Richard Gale, adventurer,
in Casita, Mexican border town,
meets George Thorne, lieutenant in
the Ninth cavalry, old college
friend. Thorne tells Gale he is
there to save Mercedes Castaneda,
Spanish girl, his affianced wife,
from Rojas, Mexican bandit. Gale
"rougbhouses” Rojas and his gang,
with tbs .help of two American
cowboys, and he, Mercedes and
Thorne escape. A bugle call from
the fort orders Thorne to his regi
ment. He leaves ' Mercedes under
Gale’s protection. The pair, aided
by the cowboys, Charlie Ladd and
Jim Lash, arrive in safety at a
ranch known 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. Gale, with
and Lash, take service with
Biding as rangers, Gale telling
Belding the cause of his being a
wanderer, a misunderstanding with
his father concerning the son’s
business abilities.
CHAPTER V
—6—
A Desert Rose.
When Dick lay down that night he
was dully conscious of pain and head
ache —that lie did uot feel well. De
spite this, and a mind thronging witli
memories and anticipations, he suc
cumbed to weariness and soon fell
asleep.
It was light when he awoke, but
2 strange brightness seen through
what seemed blurred eyes. A mo
ment passed before his mind worked
clearly, and then he had to make an
effort to think. He was dizzy. When
he essayed to lift his right arm, an
excruciating pain made him desist.
Then he discovered that his arm was
badly swollen, and the hand had
burst Its bandages. The injured mem
ber was red, angry, inflamed, and
twice its normal size. He felt hot all
over, and a raging headache con
sumed him.
Belding came stamping Into the
room.
“Hello, Dick. Do you know it’s
lute? How’s the busted fist this
morning?”
Dick tried to sit up, but his effort
was e failure got about half up.
the*i felt himself weuafy sliding back.
-I guess—l’m pretty sick,” he said.
He saw Belding lean over him, feel
fils face, and speak, and then every
thing seemed to drift, not into dark
ness, but into some region where he
had dim perceptions of gray moving
things, and of voices that were re
mote. Then there came an interval
when all was blank. When he again
unclosed his eyes the room was sunny,
and cool with a fragrant breeze that
blew through the open door. Dick
felt better; but he had no particular
desire to move or talk or eat.
On the next day'he was very much
Improved.
“We’ve been afraid of blood poi
soning,” said Belding. “But my wife
thinks the danger’s past. You’ll have
to rest that arm for a while.”
Ladd and Jim came peeping in at
the door.
“Come in, boys. He can have com
pany—the more the better—ls It’ll
keep him content. He mustn’t move,
that’s all.”
The cowboys entered, slow, easy,
cool, kind-voiced.
“Shore It’s tough,” said Ladd, after
he had greeted Dick. “You look used
up.”
Jim Lash wagged his half-bald,
sunburned head. “Musta been more’n
tough for Rojas.”
“Gale, Laddy tells me one of our
neighbors, fellow named Carter, Is
going to Casita,” put in Belding.
“Here’s a chance to get word to your
friend the soldier.”
“Oh, that will be fine!” exclaimed
Dick. “I declare I’d forgotten
Thorne. . . . How is Miss Casta
neda? I hope—”
“She’s all right, Gale. Been up and
around the patio for two days. She
and Nell made friends at once. I’ll
call them In.”
Both girls came In, Mercedes lead
ing. Like Nell, she wore white, and
she had o red rose in her hand. She
was swift, impulsive In her move
ments to reach Dick’s side.
“Senor, I am so sorry you were
U1 —so happy you are better.”
Dick greeted her, offering his left
jand, gravely apologizing for the fact
that, owing to a late infirmity, he
could not offer the right. Her smile
exquisitely combined sympathy, grati
tude. admiration. Then Dick spoke
to Neil, likewise- offering his hand,
tvhlch she took shyly. Her reply was
a murmured, unintelligible one; but
her eyes were glad, and the tint In
her cheeks threatened to rival the
hue of the rose she carried.
Presently Dick remembered to
speak of the matter of getting news
to Thorne.
“Senor. may I write to him? Will
someone take n letter? ... I
■hall bear from him!” she said; and
wr whit* hands emphasized her
•ords
I
ZANE GREY
Author of
Riders of the Purple Sage,
Wildfire, Etc.
Copyright by Harper & Brothers.
"Assuredly. I guess poor Thorne
is almost crazy. I’ll write to him. . . .
No, I can’t with this crippled hand.”
* That’ll be all right, Gale,” said
Belding. “Nell will write for you.
She writes all my letters. ’
So Belding arranged it; and Merce
des flew away to her room to write,
while Nell fetched pen and paper and
seated herself beside Gale’s bed to
lake his dictation.
What with watching Nell and try
ing to catch her glance, and listening
to Belding’s talk with tlie cowboys,
Dick was hard put to it to dictate
any kind of a creditable letter. Nell
met his gaze once, then no more.
Belding was talking over the risks in
volved In a trip to Casita.
"I’ll tell you, boys, I’ll ride In my
self with Carter. There’s business
I can see to, and I’m curious to
know what the rebels are doing.
Gale, I’m going to Casita myself.
Ought to get back tomorrow some
time. I’ll be ready to start in an hour.
Have your letter ready. And say—if
you want to write home it’s a chance.
Sometimes we don’t go to the P. O.
in a month.”
He tramped out, followed by the
tall cowboys, and then Dick was en
abled to bring his letter to a close.
Mercedes came back, and her eyes
were shining. Dick, remembering
Belding’s suggestion, decided to profit
by it.
“May I trouble you to write another
for me?” asked Dick, as he received
the letter from Nell.
“It’s no trouble, I’m sure—l’d be
pleased,” she replied.
That was altogether a wonderful
speech of hers, Dick thought, because
the words were the first coherent
ones she had spoken to him.
He settled back and began.
Presently Gale paused, partly be
cause of genuine emotion, and stole
a look from under his hand at Nell.
If she had in the very least been drawn
to him— But that was absurd —Im-
possible!
When Dick finished dictating, his
eyes were upon Mercedes, who sat
smilingly curious and sympathetic.
How responsive she was! He looked
at Nell. Presently she rose, holding
out his letter. He was just in time
to see a wave of red recede from her
face. She gave him one swift gaze,
unconscious, searching, then averted
it and turned away. Shtf left the
room with Mercedes before he could
express his thanks.
But that strange, speaking flash of
eyes remained to haunt and torment
Gale. It was indescribably sweet,
and provocative of thoughts that he
believed were wild without warrant.
fi bi’lh ' tp i • &'/■'ft hi* gu |fl u lAijfl f j
“Hollo, Dlckl Good News and Bad I”
It dawned upon him that for the brief
Instant when Nell had met hls gaze
she had lost her shyness. It was a
woman’s questioning eyes that had
pierced through him.
Next day Dick believed he was well
enough to leave hls room; but Mrs.
Bekllng would not permit him to do
so. She was kind, soft-handed, moth
erly, and she was always coming in
to minister to hls comfort; yet Gale
felt that the friendliness so manifest
in the others o£ the household did not
extend to her. He was conscious of
something that a little thought per
suaded him was antagonism. It sur
prised and hurt him. He reflected
that there might come a time when
It would be desirable, far beyond any
ground of every-day friendly kindli
ness, to have Mrs. Belding be well
disposed toward him. So he thought
about her, and pondered how to make
her like him. It did not take very
long for Dick to discover that he
liked her. Her face, except when she
smiled, was thoughtful and sad. But
it seemed too strong, too intense, too
nobly lined. It was a face to make
one serious. Like a haunting shadow,
like a phantom of happier years, the
sweetness of Nell’s face was there,
and infinitely more of beauty than
had been transmitted to the daugh
ter. Dick believed Mrs. Belding’s
friendship and motherly love were
worth much striving to win, entirely
aside from any more selfish motive.
He decided both would be hard to
get.
Toward evening Gale heard the
tramp of horses and Belding’s hearty
voice. Presently the rancher strode
in upon Gale, shaking the gray dust
from his broad shoulders and waving
a letter.
“Hello, Dick I Good news and
bad!” he said, putting the letter in
Dick’s hand. “Had no trouble finding
your friend Thome. Looked like he’d
been drunk for a week! Say, he
nearly threw a fit. I never saw a fel
low so wild with joy. He made sure
you and Mercedes were lost in the
desert. He wrote two letters, which
I brought. Casita is one h—l of a
place these days. I tried to get your
baggage, and think I made a mistake.
We’re going to see travel toward
Forlorn River. The federal garrison
got re-enforcements from somewhere,
and Is holding out.”
“Do you think we’ll have trouble
here?” asked Dick, excitedly.
“Sure. Some kind of trouble
sooner or Inter,” replied Belding,
gloomily. “Anyway, my boy, as soon
as you can hold a bridle and a gun
you’ll be on the job, don’t mistake
me.”
“With Laddy and Jim?” asked
Dick, trying to be cool.
“Sure. With them and me, and by
yourself.”
Dick drew a deep breath, nnd even
after Belding had departed he forgot
for a moment about the letter In his
hand. Then he unfolded the paper
nnd read:
“Dear Dick—You’ve more than saved
my life. To the end of my days you’ll
be the one man to whom I owe every
thing. Words fail to express my feelings.
“This must be a brief note. Belding Is
waiting, and I used up most of the time
writing to Mercedes.
“I’m leaving Mercedes in your charge,
subect, of course, to advice from Belding.
Take care of her, Dick, for my life is
wrapped up in her. By all means keep
her from being seen by Mexicans. We
are sitting tight here—nothing doing.
“If things quiet down before ihy com
mission expires,. I’ll get leave of absence,
run out to Forlorn River, marry my
beautiful Spanish princess, and take her
to a civilized country, where, I opine,
every son of a gun who sees her will lose
his head, and drive me mad. Dick, harken
to these glad words: Rojas is In the hos
pital. I was interested to inquire. He
had a smashed finger, a dislocated collar
bone, three broken ribs, and a fearful
gash on his face. He’ll be in the hospital
for a month. Dick, when I meet that pig
headed dad of yours I’m going to give
him the surprise of his life.
“Send me a line whenever any on*
comes in from F. R., and Inclose Mer
cedes’ letter in yours. Take care of her,
Dick, and may the future hold in store
for you some of the sweetness I know
now! Faithfully yours,
“THORNE.”
While Dick was eating his supper,
with appetite rapidly returning to nor
mal, Ladd and Jim £ame In, Their
friendly advances were singularly
welcome to Gale, but he was still
backward. allowed himself to
show that lie tV'as glad" to" see" tTihfiL
and he listened. It fooE fio keen Judge
of human nature to see that horses
constituted Ladd’s ruling passion.
“Shore It’s a cinch Bel din’ is agoln’
to lose some of them animals of his,”
he said. “You can search me If I don’t
think there’ll be more doin’ on the bor
der here than along the Rio Grande.’’
“Look-a-here, Laddy; you caln’t be
lieve all you hear,” replied Jim, seri
ously. “I reckon we mightn’t have
any trouble."
“Back up, Jim. Shore you’re stand
in’ on your bridle. There’s more doin’
than the raidin’ of a few bosses. An’
Forlorn River Is goln’ hers!”
Another dawn found -43 ale so much
recovered that he arose and looked
after himself; not, however, without
considerable difficulty and rather dis
heartening twinges of pain.
Some time during the morning he
heard the girls In the patio and called
to ask If he might join them. He re
ceived one response, a mellow, “Si,
senor.” It was not as much as he
wanted, but considering that It was
enough, he went out In the shade of
a beautiful tree, he found the girls,
Mercedes sitting In a hammock, Nell
upon a blanket.
“What a beautiful tree!” he ex
claimed. “I never saw one like that
What is it?”
“Palo verde,” replied Nell.
“Senor, palo r O rde means ’green
tree,’ ” added Mercedes.
Little by little Dick learned details
of Nell’s varied life. She had lived
In many places. As a child she re
membered Lawrence, Kansas, where
she studied for several years. Then
she moved to Stillwater, Oklahoma,
from there to Austin, Texas, and on to
Waco, where her mother met and mar
ried Belding. They lived In New
Mexico awhile, in Tucson, Arizona, in
Douglas, and finally had come to lone
ly Forlorn River.
“Mother could never live In one
place any length of time,” said Nell.
“And since we’ve been In the South
west she has never ceased trying to
find some trace of her father. He
was last heard of In Nogales fourteen
years ago. She thinks grandfather
was lost In the Sonora desert.
And every place we go Is worse. Oh.
I love the desert. But I’d like to go
back to Lawrence—or to see Chicago
or New York—some of the places Mr.
Gale speaks of . . , l remember
the college at Lawrence, though I was
only twelve. 1 saw races—and once
real football . . . Mr. Gale, of
course, you’ve seen games?”
“Yes, a few,” replied Dick; and he
laughed a little. It was on his lips
then to tell her about some of the
famous games In which he had par
ticipated. But he refrained from ex
plotting himself. There was I’ttle.
however, of the color and sound and
cheer, of the violent action and rush
and battle incidental to a big college
football game that he did not succeed
In making Mercedes feel jufct
as if they had been there. They hung
breathless and wide-eyed upon hls
words.
Some one else was present at the
latter part of Dick’s narrative. The
moment he became aware of Mfr.
Belding’s presence he remembered
fancying he had heard her call, and
now he was certain she had done so.
Mercedes and Nell, however, had been
and still were oblivious to everything
except Dick’s recital. He saw Mrs.
Belding cast a strange, Intent glance
upon Nell, then turn and go silently
through the patio.
Dick was haunted by the strange ex
pression he had caught on Mrs. Beld
ing’s face, especially the look In her
eyes. It had been one of repressed
pain liberated In a flash of certainty.
The mother had seen how far he had
gone on the road of love. Perhaps she
had seen more—even more than he
dared hope.
CHAPTER VI
The Yaqul.
Toward evening of a lowering De
cember day, some fifty miles west of
Forlorn River, a horseman rode along
an old, dimly defined trail.
This lonely horseman bestrode a
steed of magnificent build, perfectly
white except for a dark bar of color
running down the noble head from
ears to nose. Sweat-caked dust
stained the long flanks. The horse
had been running. He was loan,
gaunt, worn, a huge machine of muscle
and bone, beautiful only in head and
mane, a weight-carrier, a horse strong
and fierce like the desert that had
bred him.
The rider fitted the horse as he fit
ted the saddle. -He was a young man
of exceedingly powerful physique,
wide-shouldered, long-armed, blg
legged. His lean face, where It was
not red. blistered and peeling, was the
hue of bronze. He had a dark eye. a
falcon gaze, roving and keen. Ills
jaw was prominent nnd set, mastlff
llke; hls lips were stern. It was youth
with Its softness not yet quite burned
and hardened away that kept the
whole cast of hls face from being
ruthless.
This young man was Dick Gale, hut
not the listless traveler, nor the loung
ing wanderer who, two months before,
had by chance dropped Into Casita.
The desert had claimed Gale, nnd had
drawn him Into its crucible. The
desert had multiplied weeks Into
rears. Heat, thirst, hunger, loneli
ness, toll, fear, ferocity, pain—he
knew them all. He had felt them all—
the white sun, with Its glazed, coales
cing, lurid fire i the caked split lips
and rasping, dry-puffed tongue; the
sickening ache In the pit of hls atom*
ache; the Insupportable alienee, the
empty space z the utter desolation, the
find «nlt.
the tireatl of ambush, the swift fllghf;
the fierce pursuit of men wild as
Bedouins and as fleet, the willingness
to deal Hiidilen death, the pain of
poison’ thorn, tlie stinging tear of lead
through flesh; and that strange para
dox of the burning desert, the cold at
night, the piercing Icy wind, the dew
that penetrated to the marrow, the
numbing desert cold of the dnwn.
Ladd's prophecy of trouble on the
border had been mild compared to
what had become the actuality. With
rebel occupancy of the garrison nt
Casita, outlaws, bandits, rnlders In
rioting bands had spread westward.
Many a dark-skinned raider bestrode
one of Belding’s fast horses; and. In
deed, all except Ills selected white
thoroughbreds had been stolen. So
the Job of the rangers had become
more than a patrolling of the bound
ary line to keep Japanese and Chinese
from being smuggled Into the United
States.
On this December afternoon the
three rangers, as often, were separ
ated. Lash was far to the westward
of Sonoyta, somewhere along Camino
del Diablo, that terrible Devil's road,
where many desert wayfarers had per
ished. Ladd had long been overdue
In a prearranged meeting with Gale.
The fact that Ladd had not shown up
miles west of the Papago well was
significant.
Gale dismounted to lead hls horse,
to go forward more slowly. He had
ridden sixty miles since morning, and
he was tired, and a not entirely healed
wound In hie hip made one leg drag a
little. A mile up the arroyo, near Its
head, lay the Papago well. The need
of water for hls horse entailed a risk
that otherwise he could have avoided.
The well was on Mexican soil. Gale
distinguished a faint light flickering
through the thin, sharp foliage. Camp
ers were at the well, and. whoever
they wore, no doubt they had prevent
ed I,add from meeting Gale. Ladd
had gone back to the next waterhole,
or maybe he was hiding In an arroyo
to the eastward, awaiting develop
ments.
Gnle turned hls horse, not without
urge of Iron arm and persuasive
speech, for the desert steed scented
water, and plodded back to the edge
of the arroyo, where In a secluded
circle of mesquite he halted. The
horse snorted hls relief at the removal
of the heavy, burdened saddle and ac
coutrements. Gale ponred the con
tents of hls larger canteen Into hls
hat and, held It to the horse's nose.
“Drink. Hol" he said.
It was but a drop for a thirst;
horse. However. Blanco Sol rubbed •
wet muzzle against Gale’s hand In ap
predation. Gale loved the horse, ant
was loved in return. They had saves
each other’s Ilves, and had spent lon|
days nnd nights of desert solitude to
gctlier.
The spot of secluded ground vrai
covered with bunches of gnlleta great
upon which Sol began to graze. Galt
made a long halter of hls lariat t<
keep the horse from wandering tr
'search of water. Next Gale kicked
off thi cumbersome chapparejos, wltl
tlielr flapping, tripping folds of lentbei
over his feet, nnd drawing a long rlfft
from hls saddle sheath, he sllppef
away Into the shadows. In the sofl
sand hls steps made no sound. Th«
twinkling light vanished occasionally
like a Jack-o'-lantern, and when It dli
show It seemed still a long way off
Gale was not seeking trouble or In
viting danger. Water was the tiling
that drove him. He must see wlir
these campers were, and then decide
how to give Blanco Sol a drink.
Stooping low, with bushy mesqultet
between him and the Are. Gule ad
vanced. The coyotes were In full
cry. Gale heard the tramping, stamp
s|SmKb
•*• •*S**-»/-^ Z 0
Gale Dismounted to Lead Hls Horse,
to Go Forward More Slowly.
Ing thumps of ninny hoofa. The sound
worried him. Foot by foot he ad
vanced, and finally began to crawl.
The nearer he approached the head
of the arroyo, where the well was lo
cated, the thicker grew the desert veg
etation. He secured a favorable posi
tion. nnd then rose to peep from be
hind hls covert.
He saw a bright fire, not a cooking
fire, for that would have been low nnd
red, but a crackling blaze of mes
quite. Three men were in sight, all
close to the burning sticks. They were
Mexicans nnd of the coarse type of
raiders, rebels, bandits that Gale had
expected to see. A glint of steel
caught ids eye. Three short. sb<*jy
tarblues lennetj Jghinsr h rock.' A*lit
tle to the left, within the circle of
light stood a square house made of
adobe bricks, This house was a
Papngon Indian habitation, and a
month before had been occupied by a
family that had been murdered or
driven off by n roving band of out
laws. A rude corral showed dimly In
the edge of firelight, nnd from a black
mass within came the snort and stamp
nnd whinny of horses.
Gale took In the scene In one quick
glance, then snnk down nt the foot
of the mesquite. He had naturally
expected to see more men. But the
situation was by no means new. This
was one. or part of one, of the raider
bands harrying the border. They
were stealing horses, or driving a herd
already stolen. Gale revolved ques.
lions In mind. Hud this trio of out
laws run across Ladd? It was not
likely, for In that event they might
not have been so comfortable and care
free In camp. Were they waiting for
more members of their gang? That
was very probable. With Gale, how
ever, the most Important considera
tion was how to get hls horse to wa
ter. Sol must have a drink If It cost
a fight. There was stern reason for
Gale to hurry eastward along the trail.
He thought It best to go back to
where lie had left hls horse and not
make any decisive move until day
light.
With the same noiseless care he
had exercised In the advance, Gale re
treated until It was safe for him to
rise and walk on down the arroyo.
He found Blanco Sot contentedly
grazing. Gale carried hls saddle,
blankets nnd bags Into the lee of a
little greasewood-covered mound, from
around which the wind had cut the
soil; and here. In a wash, he risked
building a fire. By this time the wind
was piercingly cold. Gale's hands were
numb, and he moved them to nnd fro
In the little blaze. Then he made
coffee In a cup. cooked some slices of
bacon on the end of n stick, and took
a conple of hard biscuits from a sad
dlebag. Os these hls meal consisted.
After that he removed the halter from
Blanco Sol, Inlending to leave him
free to graze for a while.
‘■‘A crippled Vaqull Why the
h—l did you saddle youratif with
him?’ roared Belding."
<TO I<B CONTINUED.)
Follow the river and you will go t<
■ea.
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1922,
(Copy for Thto Department Supplied by
the American Leeton Newe Service.)
OR. BLOOD WON ARMY HONORS
National Vice Commander of Legion,
Only New Hampshire Physician
Who Was Decorated.
Advancing with the first wave of
'nfantry nnd establlshlne hls first-aid
dressing station
only a few steps
from the fallen
doughboys at
C h ate a u-Thlerry,
Dr. Robert O. Blood
I of Concord. N. H.,
national vice com
mander of the
American Legion,
was awarded the
D. S. C., Croix de
Guerre and a di
visional citation for
bravery. Dr.
Blood Is the only
New Hampshire
Dr. R. O. Blood.
doughboys at
physicinn w’ho was decorated. He
rose from first lieutenant to major
during hls World war service.
Placed on active service August 7,
1918, Dr. Blood sailed for France In
September with the One Hundred
Fourth Field hospital attached to the
Twenty-sixth division. He was trans
ferred to the One Hundred Third Ma
chine Gun battalion nnd inter to the
One Hundred Third infantry, serving
on the Chemih des Dames with the lat
ter organization early In 1918. As bat
talion medical officer. Dr. Blood wns
with the One Hundred Third infantry
when It drove the Germans from Bel
leau Woods to Trugny.
Later Dr. Blood was sent to Base
Hospital No. 9 nt Chatereaux, to the
American Red Cross Military hospital
at Paris, nnd then returned to the
Twenty-sixth division near Verdun, act
ing ns divisional orthopedic surgeon.
Dr. Blood organized the Concord
Legion post nnd commanded It for tvo
years nnd one-half, with such success
that It became the largest post In New
Hampshire. He has served on the
state executive committee and has
been department commander and na
tional executive committeeman since
January 1, 1922.
ELECT LEGION MAN GOVERNOR
James G. Scrugham, Leader in Fight
for Adjusted Compensation, Vic
torious in Nevada.
James G. Scrugham, a lender in the
American Legion’s fight for adjusted
compensation and
a former national
vice Mmmnnder
has beefi elected
governor of Ne
vada.
Born In Lexing
ton, Ky., in 1880,
Mr. Scrugham
was graduated
from Kentucky
State university
in 1900, and re
ceived a degree in
mechanical engi
neering in 1900.
He was a
Jas. G. Scrugham
nor of mechanical engineering until
1914, when he was made dean of the
Engineering college of the University
of Nevada. He was named state en
gineer of Nevada in 1917.
Commlsloned a major of artillery
In December, 1917, Mr. Scrugham wns
assigned as production engineer in the
ordnance department at Washington.
He served on various special assign
ments connected with artillery produc
tion until after the signing of the arm
istice.
Mr. Scrugham Is a member of Dar
rell Dunkle Poet No. 1 of the Legion
at Reno, Nev., and served as state
commander from May until August,
1920. He was a member of the na
tional executive committee and was
chairman of a special committee that
drew up the Legion’s plan for adjust
ed compensation which waa later em
bodied in the Fordney bill.
LEGION SHOWS RAISE FUNDS
Carnivale and Other Entertainments
Preduee Revenue te Aid Sick and
Wounded Mon.
From one end of the country to the
other summer means the open season
on field days, carnivals and tent shows.
All of these attractions have their
booths and probably th© most univer
sal of all the booths In all the shows
hnvo been those conducted by posts
of the American Legion and the Legion
Auxiliary. With 11,000 Legion posts,
m<mt of which have auxiliary units.
In nearly every community In the
country It couldn’t well be otherwise.
A booth conducted by the Auxiliary
to Brownshllde poet of Buffalo, N. Y„
at a recent community field day In that
place, cloned within a few hours after
being opened—sold out to the last
drop of pink lemonade nnd ounce of
candy. The proceeds from the sale
of the drinks and eatables went Into
the Auxiliary's fund for helping sick
and wounded ex-service men, the place
where moat of the auxiliary funds go.