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CHAPTER Xl—Continued
Campo Ragland »hlrlf*l. "I'll oev
«*r what?” be demanded In * strange j
taut voice. like Ibf ring of o»er
drawn Meet.
"Voo—you'll never drllvrr up
Krtiturk; JonM?
voice rose to a thunder.
•*An-1 why »ii! 1 Mir
"Because —ahM you do—lll 101 l
llifm all tho —I!>*• truth!”
11,-r father’s faro wont empty as j
hr stared at daughter. aa If j
faced hy an enormity too great for ;
lun to comprehend. For a moment j
ho W arrrrd aa If bla nil ml refused
•-•mprehentlon. like a homo remain*
a Jump. "What truth?" he managed
»*. c , f • at In-' * \V!».it are you
Jean’* tolre brt-ke. all hot byster
|ral. rot him down. “You —jroo know
what troth’ If I tell what I know.
I* * you that'll he booked for the
murder of Mason!"
\\ atchlng Campo. Kentucky «aw ;
ttie bo*s of the Bar Hook fold up I
All the strength and aggression j
went nut of hla wrlde lean ahoulderw
nnd a ragged palay came Into hla
hand*. ‘•Why. Jean—" be faltered;
“wby —Jean—Jean —**
Ilia daughter atond rigid, ahoul
«l**r* up. and arma atltT at her aide*,
her eyea wide with the glased brll
I.afire of frozen waterholea aa *he
«itchnl her father. Then her breath
• aught tn her throat, and ahe began
to a**b brokenly; and her face
streamed with the teara that had
l<een hekl hark for ao long.
•Child. child." aald Kentucky soft
ly. "y«u didn't need to do that !*
Jean cried out. Tk»n't talk to n»e'
1 hint—“
The telephone rlpfwd the quiet
atwrt with a whirring clamor.
Kentucky stepped to the phone
ami took the receiver doan. "Well?*
“Who's that?" rame the arnall
voice over the wire.
-Kentucky J one*, at the Itar
Honk "
"Thle ta Floyd Hopper Kentucky,
you aure got me up In the air. There
aia t any question about It—Handera
waa killed with the gun that *»»
found in hla hand i"
"It a your move. Kentucky. Hy
«•—d. It aure la time thia thlnr wna
• cured tip! What g*»es on here, man?
But a name |o It!"
Jean aald In a strangled aort of
voice, "la that the sheriff?**
-lost a minute. Hopper." Ken
tuekv anld. and turned to Jean.
•’What—what are you going to
What can I do? Y*<»ur father ha*
• ■ami<eded ua all. If I d had another
»*.k I could hat? gerttled thl*
thing, hut n*»w the whole worka hMP
Mown up under ua All we can do la
try to ride It through to a finish
now ’ ’ lie turned hark to the phone
"Are you there. Ilopperr
"Yea. I'm here"
"Co get Ted Baylor. Arreat him
If you have to. but get hltu. Hive
"I’ll Never What?"
a deputy the Job of keeping bold of
him, and don't let him out of your
eight until tide thing Is cleared tip!"
"I've already got Ted Baylor.”
earn*' the sheriff** voice from Water
man. ”1 had that from Campo before
you called. What's the matter with
you fellers out there?"
For a moment Kentucky Jones fal
tered. and his face went blank, hut
he spoke to the phone again. "All
right. Then go out to the 88 and get
Hill McCord. When you've got both
Ted llaylor and Hill McCord, bring
them out here."
"What If Bob Elliot wants to come
along with Bill McCord?" the sher
iff asked. "McCord is Elliot's fore
man. El Hot’ll probably want to
com# along and stand by.”
~-■1- —.— . -
"If KJIIot wants to come, let him.
I don't care what Elliot doe*. Y'ou
bring Baylor and McCord When
you've done that. I'll give you the
man that killed Mason."
"Which of ’em is It?" the sheriff
"Hold the rope a minute." Ken
tucky turned to where Campn Bag
land sat. “Gampo," he demanded. !
"why did you send for Ted Baylor?" j
( am|*o itagiand, returning slowly
from the distance*, stared at Ken
| tucky a moment.almost ns if without
reci»gnltlon. Then he got up and
| walked toward the door, slowly and
unsteadily, like an aged man. Ills
| voice was hardly more than a whis
per. "To h—l with you." be said;
•To h—l with you all."
Kentucky turned hark to the
phone. "I said." came Sheriff Hop-
Iter's voice, "which one of "etu Is
"Neither one." said Kentucky. He
hung up the receiver.
THE long dusk of the winter rim
had riven way to night, star
bright and frostily clear, before a
car was heard upon the Waterman
road. Kentucky Jo ties walked out
alone In ahirt sleevea.
"Where's Caropo?" Sheriff Hop
per demanded, climbing out Irom
behind the wheel.
"lie's h**re. Come In"
Into the light of the kitchen Sher
Iff Floyd Hopper now herded the
four other men who were with him. ,
They were Ted Baylor, whose eyes
were alert and watchful, and i«rr
haps slightly putiled In a poker
face: BUI McCord, grltuly e\pre*.
liooteas: Bob Elliot, looking Air
dottle and self sufficient ; and a
blond Norwegian faced young dep ;
uty named Willie Helmar.
“Y’tHi’all Just have a cup of coffee’
and make j ourselves at home." Ken
tucky said. "Slierlff. Campo and I
would like to talk to you a minute,
here In Ihe other room."
“All tight." l!op|«er said.
"Y'ott fellers stir* are a secretive
hunch." Boh Elliot rruroh.’d. warm
| Ing Ids hands mer the stove.
■'Come on In, If you want to Rob."
Kentucky said. “You might Just as
well sit In on this."
Elliot accepted, following a« Ken
wav ■ t’.-
tnnin living room to a little room
at one side
campo sat in a comer. Hi#
heavy desk was pulled diagonally
across In front of him. as If to* were
at hay there, futllely barricaded.
From beneath the sweeping dome
of his forehead his eves regarded
them a# redly as the ev**# of a dog
in firelight. Suddenly Kentucky
wondered If Catnpo's evident sense
| of standing stubbornly at hay had
l>ee«i caused more hy himself and
Sheriff Hopper than hy the now
far-off woman who had m-de him*
fear a a)tow dow n Mason's
ileaih —ao fear it that he was held
In a paralysis of Indecision while
Jim Humphreys was klllevL and
ler Bishop, anti the 88 herd*
poured over his range.
In the shailows of a rece«aed win
d*»w -segf Jean Itagiand Ait.
Sheriff Hopi>er aald. “Howdy.
Campo; howdy. Misa Itagiand."
Csitipi flicke,| him a glance, then
dropped aurly ml eyes to bis thick
freckle-blotched hand*. ,
Kentucky Jones began the mak
ing of a cigarette. “Seems like we
been a little hit disorganized nut .
here. Hopper." he said "The faet
Is Campo and I haven't ween eye to
eye on this In all thing*."
Sheriff Floyd Hopper waived;
and Bob Elliot crossed hia legs and
laced hla finger* together
"It aeems." said Kentucky, “that
Campo tscame convinced that I
did away with Old Ironsides my
There was a sharp silence here
during which Kentucky Jones fin
ivbed and lighted his cigarette. Hop
per turned a questioning glance on
Campo. "Y'es?"
Itagiand glanced at Kentucky
Jones, hut did not apeak.
"Everybody'* known all along.” t
Kentucky said, “that 1 was out here
at the Bar Hook Just before snow
flew? on the day Mason was killed;
and I’ve admitted It. Assuming for
a minute that 1 could easily have
got hold of the weu|»on that killed
Mason, the next thing needed
against me was my reason for this
act of unseemly violence. Cnni|»o
found out where I did have a good
reason—and naturally figured that
he'll come to the end of the trail."
"Y’ou admit yon had a reason for
killing Mason?”* Hopper said:
"I'm not denying that ! had.” said
Kentucky. “Come to find out. that
was one of the reasons that Campo
Kagland wanted Ted Baylor
brought out here. Ted Is one of i
' the very few that know that Ma
son turned me down on a renewal
j that l‘d counted on—and like to
: broke me."
"You sure are free handed about
i making n rase against yourself;" j
"Campo was overlooking a couple
of things." said Kentucky. “It's;
trite that you can showr I was broke
hy Mason But what about ail those
! other cowmen that Mason had to ,
' close down on? To those men Yla
aon's decisions meant salvation or
j ruin—exactly as to me. He could ;
' not carry us nil. In digging up a
! reason for me to kill Mason. Campo j
j only vlug up a nnotlve that forty or !
* fifty rimrock cowmen would own
j to."
"I see what you're driving at."
| said Hopper. "Mayl»e Mason did
j have such an enemy, or six of j
them, or fifty; the fifty of them
weren't having no hart>ecue at -the
Bar Hook the day Mason was
"So I gathered." Kentucky admit
fed. "But t>ear In mind this—if any
one of the fifty had been there, he
might have gun whipped Mason.
There's been an awful lot of wear
Ing of gun* In the rlmnw-k the past
fen. twelve month*, what with
rider# hoping for a chance to #hv>ot
a coyote, or a rabbit —with a ,4*«
slug' Cowmen's minds ran work
I that way only about so long before
something bolls over and busts"
“Y'es." Hopper admitted. "I was
I looking for It all right; but when
it come to killing Mason —"
"lie was a right ambitious vic
tim." Kentucky agreed ; "but there j
were big reason# for kltlinr him.
too. When you build up pressure ■
like that you can figure on an ex '
plosion. But It was the gun smoke
! in the history, and the pressure of
the l*ad times, that wiped out John *
Mn»<*n—and Incidentally Zack Sand ’
ers "
"And Jim Humphreys and Lee
Bishop." tlie sheriff put In.
"That’s partly true." Kentucky a!
low ed; “the kitting of Humphreys
and Bishop sure do make up an
angle of this thing. It took two
thing* to kill off Humphrey* ami
(tl*hop—the smoky feeling between
the brand# liefore Mason's death,
and Mason's death Itself. Humph-
I rev» and Bishop were killed In the
weirdest d—n one-sided range strue j
gie that ha# ever been seen on this
! or any other range."
The sheriff aald slowly. "Ylason's
death comes first. But don’t you ;
ever think Elliot, that I've forgot j
ten the funny look of thla so j
catted range war that's rubbed out
Humphrey* and Bishop. Everybody
know* you've •wnmped Campos
‘range; and Cnmjm's hardly raised
hi* hand against It. 11l tell you
plain. KHI«t. If It furn* out that
Bishop and Humphreys wore killed
In the kind of shenanigan It took*
. like. I 11-"
! Bob Elliot reddened. “1 didn’t j
come here to talk almut range
i right* ’ he *ald. “but If you want
a sbowdow n on that. I’m ready any j
time. Aa l»»ng a* there’s tw-en cat
tie on the rim. or on the Bake Ban j
either. m» brand has ever leaned
any harder against another brand
than the Bar (took ha# borne down
on the vs If (‘ampo’s pulied In hi#
horns, maybe It's because he know*
that the right* of the ss are going
to lie hacked tip for a change."
Campo Itagiand *t«»ke for the fir**
time "Rights!" he aald bitterly
Sheriff Floyd Hopper *a!d angrily.
“You're • funny one. Elliot, to bring
In talk about right*’"
"Y'ou sold yourself." Elliot an
swered. “the Bar Hook has folded
up "
They all turned their eye* to
i Campo Itagiand; hut tbe boss of the
Bar Hook was rolling a cigarette
with slow meticulous rare, nnd lie
did mu contribute any nhserva
j Horn*.
Sheriff Fh»yd Hopper swung res
I lively In hi# seal "I can’t umler
stand It." he <«ld. T can t under
i stand It."
"Y'ou'll understand It now." said
Kentucky J*ne# "I can tell you ex
actly why El I hit has thought he
could shove his beef all over Bar
Hook range In full | tea re and cum
i fort."
Boh Elliot said "If the Idea Is
to sit here half the—”
"Let him alone. Bob.” Hopper
Kentucky June* looked Elliot over
with a cool unfriendly eye. “I’ll tell
you another little thing that hap
t>ened sh • day Mason was killed'
he said. “Bob Elliot and Campo
Itagiand were riding the Bake Ban
range; ami II happened that they
met f«n that ride."
“Where did you get this?” Hop
per put In.
'Tartly." Kentucky said, “from El
lint himself."
Elliot said. "I’ll he d—d If—"
“Will you be still?" said Sheriff
Hopper. “Whnt then. Jones?"
“Elliot was armed; Campo Itag
iand was not. It weems to be a kind
of custom with the RS to take ad
vantage of a situation like that—
as l.ee Bishop anti 1 found out one
day in a little conversation we had
with Bill McCord. Naturally. I
wasn't there when Ragland nnd El- ;
Hot met; hut 1 can tell yon that
what happened was this—Elliot
gave Ragland such a cussing out ns
you couldn't expect any man tn
stand for. or put up with."
“!* that right. Campo?” the .sheriff
Ca mpo Ragland gave n grunt
which might have been an affirma
tive; It did not appear to be a de
i “Campo Ragland,” said Kentucky
Jour*, "told Itfih Elliot that he
would kill him before the day was
"He’s guessing nov»,“ said Roh
i Elliot.
“Y'es. guessing." conceded Ken
; tucky Jones.
Cum [*o Ragland said unexpected
ly. "Yes. by <; — d —but he's guessing
, right!"
Kentucky Jones nodded "Sure
I’m goesfdng right! Cp here in the
Frying Ban counter there's an old
| lion hunter called Old Man Coffee;
j and he sav* —"
’To h—l with Old Man Coffee."
'■ «ald the sheriff. "What happrned
| then?*’
"Just at the moment.” said Ken
tucky Jones "! can't tell you ex
actly whnt happened then; hut I
ran tell you something different,
of a very curious Interest. On the
wall of this house used to he a
chrome—an enlarged snapshot—of
a man sitting on a horse. Y'ou’d
look across I lie room at that lit
tle picture, and you'd aay to your
self. ‘Why. Campo ha* hung up a
lens study of Bob Elliot.' Then may
; be you’d look closer; and you'd #e«>
that It wasn't Bob Elliot at all—hut
a representation of John Mason."
Sheriff Hopper said, "Y'ou mean
| —you're saying—"
"Bob Elliot knew that sometimes,
sitting hi* horse in a certain wav
and at a certain distance, he and
#’ it
Th«r* Waa a Ringing Crack.
John Mason looked strangely alike,
and Cam|>o had promised to kill
Elliot that day. Elliot knew that
Campo did not dare to take a
ch luce o« what a Jury might make
out of that."
"You're suggesting that Campo
Itagiand killed Mason by mistake
taking hln for Elliot?"
"Cm suggesting that It could be
I made to h*nk that way; and that
Elliot was aide to hold that over
j < ampo—and that w*s whv Elliot
dared swamp Bar llook range,"
"You mean that he ran a Muff
that lie could bring Ragland to trial
for the mu if ire of Mason?”
"You can call It a bluff." said
Kentucky Jones, looking at Boh El
Hot. "or you could rail It a kind of
silent hlnckninß. If you want."
Boli Elliot Jerked forward In his
’ chair as if he would come to his
feel. “Why. d—n your eyes." lie
«;ild. “If you think l m going to ml
here and take —"
"Y'ou'll sit there." Kentucky Jonea
<nld cfsdly, “and you’ll take It, amt
i you’ll like It. You'll take it because
you're yellow, clear down lo the
mots. Anti you haven't forgotten
the night I knocked you kicking and
*f|iiail!ng. In the sheriff's office at
Bob Elliot's face went white, and
his eye* took on a squinting siant.
Hla lower ||p dro|>i>ed h*n*e away
from hia teeth “Why. you— ’’
‘•Yellow-." Kentucky repeated,
’clear down to the roots."
An Inarticulate blasphemy strau
gled In Elliot s throat. Sheriff
Floyd llo|»per made m clutch at El
Hot s belt, hut missed his hold, as
Elliot sprang at Kentucky Jones
like a ipiirted horse.
Kentucky hunched low, then
straightened out the whole length
of his body tiehlnd his left hand.
There was a ringing crack, ns If a
bone had broken, nnd an Instant s
| confused tangle. Then Boh Elliot
was lying or his hack, breathing
hoarsely, staring at the celling with
blank eyes; and Kentucky Jones
stood over him. nursing his left
hand In his right.
Hopper said In a low exasperated
voice. “You baited him Into that.
“I was counting on his temper,”
Kentucky said. “Ixird, I thought It
; would never break !”
Hopper’s voice rose angrily. “If
you got me out here to make foolg
i of us all—”
"Shut up.” Kentucky snapped at
him. “we've got work to do. I —“
"You've talked all around and
about, nnd over the bush.” Hopper
said bitterly. “And you end up with
nothing more to the point than a
cheap brawl. You’ve wasted enough
; words to —’’
“Not one single word," Kentucky
contradicted him. ‘‘l had to go all
over that so that you would under
stand what Is going to happen—
what 1 hope i» going to happen
I notv. Campo! Hold this range hog
here when he comes to—put a gun
on him if you need to."
"All right."
Jones caught Hopper's arm and
dragged the sheriff after him to th*
h Fascinating *
\ Talcs of (mwi.wumi
; lost Mines J
1849 —what a date for hUtory It
»««' K•serially for the West.
'49 west of the Mississippi «us ■
year that marked the real login
ning of thing*. People coming anti
going. High hope* ebbing and
flowing. Fortunes made and lost.
Gold wasted, thrown away, and
stolen. Murder, robbery. That was
what '49 meant to the West.
There are stories enough to fill
a library about the gold of MJI
alone. People went mad over It. The
golden phantom was at Its most
alluring, and men followed It
crazily. unswervingly, determined
to gain Its promised riches If they
had to kill those who got In their
way. The West was overrun with
bandits who hungered and thirsted
for gold.
That year in Sacramento, Calif.,
there was u hand of eight men who
planned to enrich themselves nt
the cost of others. They went
atsMit In rather haphazard fashion,
however, (.old dust may he packed
In sacks, gold bars are heavy hut
precious, hut gold money clinks,
and slides, and takes up extra
sjmce -and it was gold money that
the thieving octette stole. One
hundred thousand In gold coin came
Into their greedy hands. Divided
by eight, this would leave each with
a smull fortune, as computed In
those days. And then, there was
always the possibility that some- j
thing might happen to remove one
or more of the number.
The guilty eight headed east with
their s|h»ll. Acroa% the Rockies,
out toward the plains, they hurried.
Six of them fell along the way. j
killed by soldiers who had trucked
them The surviving pair hurried
ahead, anxious. desjorate. *
Hut they could n«t escape with
their burden of gold. It roust be
hidden somewhere In safety, marked
so that they would not lose the lo
cation. and left. It would wait for
them t«> come hack to it.
So the two, huatily Inscribing a
false date on three stones, hurled
the gold In a gulch, marked the *|»ot
by the date stones, and vanished
Into the Hast.
More than thirty years later, a
i man stopf>ed at a sheep carup near
the present town of Clifford, In
eastern Colorado. Me w as, he told
the herder, seeking for the treas
ure which lie had hurled In '49 For
weeks he Stayed In the nelghlior
hiHoi. searching for that fortune In
coin* —searching In vain. At last
he went hack Fast, defeated, but
iiefore to* left he told the tftieep
man of the three dated rocks, with
their false Inscriptions “1M7.”
Somewhere these three rocks still
lay, and within their triangle a
faint golden phantom hovered,
guarding the stolen hoard hidden
so long ago.
James Will, the owner of the
sheep, would have been more than
human If he had not succumlied to
the lure of that phantom. Others.]
to whom he confided the story. |
hunted also. Hut no such dated
rocks could he found.
At last, only a few years ago. a
man named Klklns discovered one
of the stones. His find caused scores
•if |a*rsons to thick to the place, dig
ging where It seemed likely the
treasure hud loen hidden. But noth
ing came to light except roots and
risks disinterred eagerly, thrown
down angrily, by disappointed treas j
ure hunters.
Then late In November, 11KM, a
second stone was found. T. C. Hat- I
lop of Clifford discovered It—a Hat
rock hearing the Inscription “D. !
Grover and Joseph Fox I.awe —
Aug. 8. 1848." And the hunt was
on again.
It may he presumed that Grover
and latwe were the fugitives who
hurled the gold, although why they
should thus perpetuate their guilty
names is not clear.
So far. “no one has succeeded In
finding the treasure. Will the third
stone l>e discovered some day In
the future, and will another gen- j
eratlon of eager gold-seekers dig
over the ground?
Perhaps—and yet It may have
happened, also, that the man who
came back In the 80s to search for !
the cache found It —and did not
tell. He may have moved It, come
hack later, and taken It away—
■>r even (and this Is possible) found
1 *hut his surviving partner In crime
had already been on the scene.
It is possible, too. that the
«tranger might have been “spoof
-1 lug" the sheepherder. He might
have been looking for something
1 entirely different from hidden,
1 stolen gold, and he could easily
1 have inscribed that particular date
on the rocks at that rime. Why?
Well, why do men enjoy playing
1 practical jokes?
Still, no one could convince the
people of Clifford that his story
1 i was other than the purest truth.
: The golden phantom is one ghost
-1 ly figure that is delightfully easy to
relieve in.
i And maybe it is all true —may
>e some one will dig up that pleas
int sum of one hundred thousand
Inllars in gold coin some day—
vho knows?
The Ideal Life in Halawa.
TKAYKI.KU, novelist, natural
ist, jxM*t and philosopher
have dreamed consistently
of a “lost land."
They haven't wanted to find It
beciiu-e It would then no longer he
"lost." They merely wanted proof
of Its existence. There would he
the setting for flights of fiction nnd
fancy. There would be the locale
of romance supreme and undiluted
by fact. It would he peopled by the
fabled "lost tribe."
It may be the valley of Halawa,
on the Island of Molokai, right
within the boundaries of the United
Few have ever seen it but It Is
known to he there, a walled Par
adise, almost as virgin in primi
tive |»eace and plenty as If It were
the Garden of Eden rediscovered.
What Is known as civilization hns
not yet dawned there. Steps have
beeti taken to prevent It from
Even the birds have not learned
the almost universal lesson of ani
mate life —that the struggle for ex
istence leads to natural enmity, pit
ting one species and one tribe In
a conflict against another.
An Isolated Eden.
The people are In the same bliss
ful mate of Isolation. They want
nothing from outside and no one
: yet has shown a desire to get what
they have. Impassable walls of rock
shut them out from the land. A
rift gives them an outlook upon the
calm Pacific. Ships pass hut do
not stop. Occasionally an airplane
blots the blue sky hut never .lands.
ituffalo nnd deer are the only
strangers that have ever Invaded
this quiet valley since Its known
history first began. The people,
so far ns they can tell, came with
Nuu, the Hawaiian Noah. Nut!
I brought very few animals except
song birds. The huffnlo and deer
hate been Introduced since Cap
tain Cook discovered the Islands.
The hunter has not followed them
Into Halawa. It has been too dlffi-
Speanng Fish.
cult and deer have been so abun
dant In the ojon parts of Molokai
that there has been no Inducement.
Halawa wears the purple robes
of a royal domain. Sheer walls,
rich In varied tones, that extend
from blue to orange, rise abruptly
front the floor, festooned richly
with loops of swinging vine and
plumed with arboreal virdure. Over
a vertical precipice at the head of
the vailed two streams pour their
crystal waters, the treble melody
of the singing birds supported by
the diapason harmony of thunder
ing falls.
Purchased for Preservation.
The few families of Polynesians
dwelling here have maintained the
simple customs and habits of their
ancestors. They are as uncon
cerned with the world outside as
are the birds and animals. They
are practically unaware that they
have been “discovered.”
The pineapple and sugar planter
passed them by in the general in
vasion of the Islands. Their own
little Eden supplies all their wants.
All that is necessary to their hap
piness is that they be left alone.
Civilization, however, like nature,
abhors a vacuum and even a lost
land had to have protection from
being found. Some weak spot in
the Halawa walls might have de
veloped but for their recent rein
Mr. and Mrs. Paul I. Fagan, of
California and Hawaii, decided that
the valley of Halawa must be left,
if possible, as a legacy to the fu
fnre. They have purchased the 9,000
teres for the purpose of maintain
ing It In Its primitive state with-
out exploitation. In the tablelandi
above the territory has erected an
other bnrrier against Invasion by
creating a forest reserve of thou
sands of acres.
No Money U«ed There.
One of the remarkable customs
that Is being preserved by the
tribe In the Halawa valley Is to live
without money. There was no cur
rency among the native Hawaiian!
before they were discovered. The
cynic If not the economist may see
In this fact nlone a sufficient rea
son for preserving even a small
part of the strnnge domain In Its
original state.
Pence, plenty and contentment
are the unique characteristics of
Halnwn. almost mythical In Its con
trast to even the remotest parts of
the known world. There are no pic
nic grounds In these Elysian fields.
It Is a place to be spoken of with
awe and wonder, not to he visited.
The title may change hands but
possession has so far remained
with the little hand of aborigines
who still vaguely believe that the
heavens and the waters- nnd the
earth were created for the sus
tenance of mankind, without bene
fit of deed or abstract of title.
Italian City Designed
for Aviation “Center”
Italy is building a new city—Gul
donla. Itecently, Llttorla, Suhnudi.
Pontinla and Mussolinla, new towns
which were built as rural centers,
appeared In the news headlines.
Now Guldonla, named In honor of
Alessandro Guldoni, one of Italy's
most famous pilots, who was killed
in an airplane disaster In 1928,
basks In the spotlight of Italy's
cit.v-bulhling program.
Guldonla is only 10 miles from
Rome, says a bulletin from the
Washington headquarters of the
National Geographic society. Avi
ation caused Its construction, and
according to plan, aviation will
dominate Its Industries. It will, In
fact, be a giant aviation laboratory
manned by scientists and laymen
, whose first Interest Is research and
experimentation in aviation.
No airplanes or airplane motors
will he built there, hut in its
laboratories will he found the most
modern equipment for making all
sorts of experiments on model air
planes. One part of the “labora
tory" will be devoted entirely to
research on flying In the struto-
I sphere.
When the city Is completed, offi
cials and employees will live In
comfortable homes and work In a
carefully planned building. There
will he churches, a city hall,
schools, and construction and other
shops. Most Interesting, perhaps,
of the completed buildings are the
mysterious looking towers In which
model airplanes already are being
In the Radio pavilion, scientists
now experiment with the use of
radio In aviation. In the three-story
building of the Superior Board of
Studies and Experiments, intensive
study Is being made of air photog
raphy and of the many Instrument*
used In airplanes. In other build
ing tests are made on motors,
and the speed of hydroplanes.
The Aerodynamical galleries are
equipped * with ventilators worked
by 4.10 horsepower motors that
cause winds of strong velocity to
test the strength of model air
Smugglers at Heart
Most of us are potential smug
glers at heart. Smuggling is our
blood Inheritance. Our own ances
tors condoned it when resisting the
right of the British parliament to
tax the American colonies. Wom
en. they say, invariably have the
smuggling instinct. There are prob
ably few returning tourists, male
or female, who do not at least feel
the impulse to put something over
on the customs. This widespread
spirit, often shared even by judges
on the bench, adds to the difficul
ties of the customs bureau In secur
ing convictions and stiff penalties.
—Forrest Wilson In Cosmopolitan.
Do your work—not Just your
work and no more, hut a little more
for the lavishing’* sake! that little
| more which is worth all the rest.
And If you suffer as you must, and
if you doubt as you must, do your
I work. Put your heart into It and
the sky will clear. Then out of
j your very doubt and suffering will
be horn the supreme joy of life.—
t Dean Briggs.

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