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THE HOLBROOK NEWS. HOLBROOK, ARIZONA. APRIL 8, 1021.
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Making sure of that very im portant fact, he thrust the revolver into the holster pocket at his hip, grasped the sheriff by the collar and hurried up the passage. By the same subtle instinct that had served him the night before, he knew when he reached the point at which the passage widened . into the cave. . There he loosed the sheriff's collar and struck a match. The sheriff caught his breath and stared. The horse, the candle in the cranny, the saddle and spurs, the feed nil just as it had been described to him. "I never knew there was anything like this under Fallen Rock." "You're probably the third man thai ever did know it. Pick your steps across those slivers of shale there and get into that pocket behind the hay. Hurry ! We mustn'i show much light. He's due any minute." The one match served. So urgently did the Pearlhunter consider the need of haste that before it was gone they were crowded well back in the pocket behind the hay. "The instant you're convinced I'm not the Red Mask, nudge me, and I'll give your revolver back. And I needn't tell you that when the time comes to act, we've got to act quick." The two men had stood in the pock et for what niu.it have been half an liour, and the throb of the Pearlhunt er's wound was becoming almost un bearable, when the horse grew sud denly quiet The Pearlhunter sank low in the cover and pulled the sheriff down, beside him. A match scraped; a sputtering flame hunted the candle la the cranny; the cave, the t horse, the Jaunty form of the man they'await ed sprang out of the dark. He came straight to the horse; the one friend absolutely true to him in all his dangerous world ; the one friend who still regarded him as a gentleman. The horse reached out his nose to meet him ; rubbed his shoulder with his head. . A moment the man gave to the caress, then hurried to the corn sack, livid three ears upon thé rock, and turned to the hay. Now was the critical Instant. If they escaped his glance now ! But he was totally unsuspecting. Without raising his eyes as far as the pocket f he grabbed up a handful or two of, the brightest straws and turned back to the horse. "Short rations tonight. Rocket; and I'll make your toilet while you eat." He took down from near where the ;' saddle hung a curry comb and brush from' another of the numerous cran nies of the cave and proceeded, with surprising skill and quickness, to groom the horse. The task completed, he laid back the brush and curry comb, and, lifting the feet of the horse, examined .them one by one, nail by nail, afterward running his hands down the horse's limbs and lingering over each joint finally summing up the Inspection by listening with no little core to the animal's breathing. It was the work of a master. The In spection over, he took the saddle down from the wall, threw it on the horse, drew the girths, hung the bridle on the tioro. unstrapped his spuirs from the back of the saddle and buckled them to his heels.' "I wish I knew," he muttered, half to himself, apparently half to his dumb companion, as he waited for the animal to finish his supper, "whether that Pearlhunter has left It looks like he had. And yet, that's not like bis.' Breed to cut out. Still, there's always a chance." He seemed to meditate; flung up his head with a bitter grimace and a toss of his hand. "Chance!" be growled. "Whdt's life without its chance ! Life ! Huh ! A game of chance with the cards slacked, and the devil's deal ! Rocket you'll carry double tonight Yellow curls, eyes like bluebells and ankles !. But high headed she came dev ilish nigh shootin' me this afternoon ! But . the harder to tame, the better worth tamln'." The Pearlhunter was writhing back In the pocket, his face like the rock he crouched against; but the sheriff hadn't nr.dged him. The Red Mask looked down at the fast disappearing provender before the horse, walked back and forth across the cave a time or two, turned and stood for a moment or two fum bling , hehind the oak root where it had been tied. "That sheriff." He straightened, threw up his head and laughed boister ously. "He couldn't find a lost ele phant, let alone a wonderful, wee lit tle drop of distilled witchery like this." From the dry clay and shale back of the oak root he had drawn forth a small plush box. With the word "this" he blew the dust off, and pushed in the 'jctch. The lid flipped up. On the tiny cushion lay the Blue Moon twinkling In the candle-light cot un like the princess that waked up in the cave of the dragon. v At last came the sheriff's nudge. The Pearlhunter quietly passed his re volver over. There couldn't have-been a sound In the act louder than the drawing of a breath, but somehow it must have reached the man by the horse. There came a change over his Tace a change so slight as to be as good as imperceptible; to be felt "By DAVIT) rather than seen. Had he so much as glanced toward the pocket back of the hay, the Pearlhunter would have acted on the instant But he didn't glance that way. Very leisurely he closed the bor, put it in his vest pocket and looked down to see if the horse had finished his supper. The Pearlhunter was In the act of pressing against the knee of the sheriff in sign that the time had come, when, totally without a warning sound, with out the slightest preliminary motion, there came a shot from behind the horse that dashed the candle out. The shot was followed by a scuffle of feet, The Pearlhunter leaped the hay and charged throuch the dense dark straight at the horse. It wasn't there. From the passage came the clatter of hoofs. v Followed by the stumbling sheriff, he groped his way to the mouth of the passage. He was barely In time to hear a splash, and the click of steel upon the rocks' of the pool. CHAPTER XIV. Man to Man and an Even Draw. The candle lingered long that night In the cabin of the three gables. The old man was more than rusually rest less. The girl hovered about his chair constantly. She succeeded at last in coaxing him down in his chair, where he sat groaning; mumbling in his beard ; and whetting the knife on the palm of his hand. She hail smoothed the cushions behind his head and stood stroking his face with her hand. when, without the least warning, the door flew open, and, sharply outlined against the dark background of the nignr, a man wun a rea masK over ms face stalked across the threshold. He was, of course quite unaware that the girl already knew his Identity, That probably explained why he had nut on the mask. It would be impos sible to describe the startling trans formation it wrought on his sinister face. From out of all Its many ter rors the night could not have selected a more appalling one to fling into the cabin. The girl screamed and clung about the old man in the chair. Her scream séemed to rouse him. He glanced up. rubbed his wide, pitiful eyes, and. with a wild cry more that of beast than man sprang from the chair with a strength that sent the girl reeling. The Merciless Arm S.ruck Again and Again. His sleeping senses seemed to wake, to recognize the object for which his ghostly eyes had searched the wood for weary years a bit of red cloth with a certain face behind it His giant frame seemed to swell with a strength tremendous. He raised the knife and leaped toward the intruder. A giant's strength, but with the dis ordered unwieldiness of a stricken mind. The knife barely grazed where It was meant to kill. Before the gray giant could recover his ponderous strength to strike again, the Red Mask had him by the wrist, and, seemingly unwilling to risk the sound of a shot was raining blows upon his head with the butt of his heavy revolver. It was a horrible thing to see. The girl stood with laced fingers, helpless with hor ror. The first blow brought the blood streaming out over the white hair and disabled the old man so frightfully that he ceased the -struggle and stood quivering. But the merciless arm struck again and again until the vast frame drooped, shrank together, the knife fell from h(s fingers, his knees gave way and he sank groaning to the floor writhed, straightened and lay still. The ' revolver was foul with blood and gray hair. The murderer noticed it hastily wiped it away on a corner of the fallen man's coat, thrust it back into his pocket and raced the girl. The spell was broken. She started as if from a nightmare and sprang back of the chair. Like a man pressed for time, he dashed after her. With the chair between them, she managed for a bare moment to keep beyond his hands. He kicked the chair out of the way. She darted toward the kitchen door, probably with the hope of escaping to the woods, but he was too close to her. She whirled toward the door of the bedroom. The turn was fatal. His hands reached her and drove her back Into the corner of -the room at the head of the couch. She fought as only a woman fights for a stake Infinitely higher than life Itself. Since time began the earth has staged that struggle. Her dress I 1 ' i f I A.JYDE'RSOJsr was torn, her body braised, her hands gradually driven together behind her back ; a hot wild face near her own, A step creaked the plank at the door. Her assailant whirled at? tha sound and she sank panting against the wall. Just Inside the door, his body crouched forward, his lips tight drawn, stood the tall form of the Pearlhunt er. - Things happened so fast in 4he next instant that words are too slow to keep ap with them. It was man to man, and' an even draw. The two shots came so close together that the hills out through the open door caught but onejecho. But the shot from the door struck first a scant little mite of an instant first and jarred the aim of the other a trifle high. The shot from the corner merely clipped a bandage at the top of he Pearlhunter's shoul der, drew a little welt on the skin and whistled harmlessly away into the night The bullet from the door evl dently found the core of the target The Red Mask bent backward. The revolver dropped to his side. He tried to raise it again ; seemed surprised that he couldn't. He laughed oddly, and swore; stared round toward the girl ; gasped and choked. The revolver slipped from his fingers. He groped with his hands, as if searching the air for it; staggered, caught himself, tottered, pitched heavily to the floor. The girl edged out of the corner past his body and threw herself upon the form of the- old man. The Pearl hunter eased down the hammer qf his revolver, thrust it back into his pock et, and stooped beside her. At the touch-of his hand, she raised her head and knelt stroking the still face and crying softly. The Pearlhunter opened the old man's coat and felt over his heart "He's alive !" She laid her face down close and spoke his name the only name she knew. There was no response. Help me lift him to the couch,' the man said. They had the old man on the couch, and the girl had run for water, when the sheriff, who had been far out stripped by the younger man, dashed Into the cabin. All three worked over him. . The Pearlhunter chafed one .wrist the sheriff the other, while the girl bathed his face, washed the blood out of his hair, and strove to staunch its flow by binding up his head in cold cloths. Suddenly, without any warning signs of returning consciousness, the old man plucked his hand away from the Pearlhunter and rubbed it over his face. His eyes came bpen, but they were not the same eyes. And his face was free from twitching. The girl stared down upon him In wonder. The Pearlhunter stooped low and marveled at the startling transfftrmation. Nei ther knew, nor even suspected, until the doctor explained it days later, that the blows of the revolver butt had loosened the tiny bit of skull that had so long shackled his brain loosened It at the expense of a far worse hurt but undoubtedly loosened It They only knew that the eyes were free from the vacant stare; that his face was calm with the light of reason. He felt again over bis face, seemed astonished at the beard. His .eyes calmly gazed up at the girl and stud ied her a long time. "You couldn't be Dotty?" His voice was queer, hollow, quaver- inc. like some sound from another world so long had it gone unused. "Oh. Daddy!" She threw her arms around him and dropped her head on his breast He sat stroking her hair, finally raised her, looked hard at her, rubbed his eyes and looked again. ' "You must be Dotty. But you've changed so since morning." ; The girl seemed unable to tell him. She strove for words, but none came. The Pearlhunter drew nearer. , "You've been sick a long time, sir," he said. "Seven years. And you're Just getting well again." The puzzled eyes, suddenly wakened Into a world new and strange, turned toward him. "I haven't the pleasure of your ac quaintance," he said with the stately politeness of a day long gone. "May I ask?" "I'm I'm " He hesitated, flushed. The girl. calm again, came to the rescue. He's he Pearlhunter, Daddy. 'He's been good to me since you've been sick." The old man reached out his hand. It seemed heavy for him. The Pearl hunter grasped it He was startled to find it cold. He glanced hastily into the old man's face. A pallor was spreading over It that was unmistak able the momentary return to con sciousness was but the gleam that at the end of a gray day, sometimes flares out between sundown and dark. He said nothing of it to the girl, who was happily busy again with the water and bandages. The sheriff had left the couch and was squatted over the body of the fallen bandit. The Pearlhunter hap pened to glance that way. The sheriff beckoned to him. "This feller ain't dead yet he said. when the Pearlhunter had joined him. The young' man stooped over the sprawled robber. He was still breath ing. He don't deserve It" the sheriff went 'on, "but it s only common de cency to get him up." He put his arm under the man and raised him, while the Pearlhunter brought a damp cloth from the basin by the couch, and wiped hi face. The touch of the cold cloth rallied him. "WMerl" he mumbled, husky and strained. The girl had turned and was looking on. She ran to the kitchen and brought Copyright by the Bobb-Mem"U Company ' a cupful. The Pearlhunter held It to the man's lips. He couldn't swallow, but the touch of the water seemed to revive him. He opened his eyes and stared, like a man trying to make out objects in a very dim light. His eyes caught the glitter of the o.ieriff s star, frowned, raised, found the Pearlhunter and strained hard at him. "And it was a cussed Warbritton that got me at last !" "Who speaks the name of Warbrit ton?" came a hoarse voice from Mie couch. The dying bandit started, rolled Mis eyes toward the sound. "What was that ! That voice !" The Pearlhunter caught the foot of the couch and moved It around so the two fast sinking men could see eacli other. No sooner had the gray giant on the couch caught a glimpse of the man on the floor than, with a great cry, he tried to rise. His utmost strength only served to bring him par ly up on an elbow, and that only with the Pearlhunter's aid. "Martin Redmond !" he cried and almonst instantly: "Where is she? The woman you distalned? And the boy? Tell me! Tve still the strength to tear it out of your cursed throat ! The dying robber fixed his falling eyes on the couch. Only God know: who giveth his grace to the just and to the unjust how he found strength for further words. , "Warbritton !" He muttered the name huskily, the bloody froth upon his lips. "She was not distalned. was all a mistake, I let you think it because I hated you becawse I loved her because she loved you and nol me. Twenty years she's roved these rivers, pure as the dew at dawn. She sleeps tonight In a grave four days old at Fallen Rock." He picked up his hand .Crom where it sagged down upon the floor, carried it at great labor to his bo.tfm, fumbled under the fancy vest, drew forth picture and laid it against his lipa Tht1 Pearlhunter snatched it away. The action brought the picture near the old man. He seized it held it an instanl before his eyes, and with a deep groan laid it against his bosom. t "And the boy?" he cried to the man on the floor. "The boy?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) NOW KNOWN TO BE CLOUDS Up to Year 1900 the Projections on Mars Had Been Thought to Be Mountains. The first obstjrver of projections on Mars had attributed them to the same cause that produces projections on the moon that is, mountains. Such they were said to be in France and at Lick. This view, however, was-In 1892 dis puted by W. H. Pickering, who consid ered them to be not mountains, but clouds. This view was supported by A. E. Douglass, who observed them in 1S92 at Flagstaff, Ariz. The mountain theory of their generation was shown to be untenable and their ascription to clouds proved to be the correct theory In December, 1900. Only a sin gle projection was visible in 1900, 1903 and 1905. As a mountain does not change its place, and as nothing was seen where something had been vis ible, the phenomenon was proved to not be a mountain peak. Now the only other thing capable of catching the light before it reached the surface would be something suspended in the air that is, a cloud. Deductions, therefore, from the rarity of the phe nomenon alone showed that the pro jections must be clouds. Furthermore, the projection was smaller after the lapse of 24 hours. The something that caused It was not only not attached to the soil, but was moving and dissipat ing as It moved along. Clouds are the only bodies known to us which ac count for these metamorphoses. Clouds, then, and not mountains, are the explanation of the projections ol Mars. "Mars and Its Canals," by Per cival LowelL ' ? ' "Good Angel" Unappreciated. Many times ohr best angels are nol appreciated. The very fact that w are so accustomed to their ministry makes them commonplace.' Bill was handy man at a certain college. He didn't get rich on what he did but he knew- more about things than any one there. He Just naturally took the re sponsibility for everything. But nc one appreciated him. In fact he be came something of a Joke and every body took occasion' to; shove off re sponsibility on him knowing that he could be counted on putting anything through that he undertook. So they worked the willing horse until he was picked up by a more appreciative con cern and the college lost a good angel. Incidentally I might add, two men and a typist are doing the same work. Grit. Wasn't Open. A rather green countryman had Just returned from his first visit to New York. "Welt SI," said the postmaster. "what did you think of the metropo lis?" "Wat say?" gawked the other, stumped by so big a word. I asked how did you like the me tropolis!" "Oh, that 'twan't open," said St" Boston Transcript Jud Tunkins. Jud Tunkins says he doesn't believe there is any lion or tiger or other wild animal as dangerous to human life as a young woman who is showing off to a rich uncle how fast she can run her new automobile. In traveling along the path of life it's a good plan to keep to the right "It Is springtime," said the little prairie dogs to the ones who were still asleep. "Get up, lazy bones. get up! "Springtime Is here 1 We want to dig and look at . the world above our mounds. Get up, every prairie dog. Get up! The springtime Is here. The time that the animals love the best. We have had a fine w I n te r ' s sleep. We are well rest ed. We have had "Above Our Mounds." naps aplenty and sweet dreams. "We are the last to go to bed In the fall, it is true, just as late as are the chipmunks, but still we must get up now. We would even peep forth if a warm day should come before the springtime. The warm weather is so nice. "We got good and fat last fall. Now we must work and play and.be busy. Yes, we must be up and about, for the springtime has come. The Animals' Springtime. Perhaps the springtime doesn't just come for the animals who so enjoy it after their winter sleep, but it almost seems that way. It al most does ! "It almost seems as though, the springtime were just for us." We have had a longer sleep than any of the others," said the Richard son Ground-Squirrels. "Especially we older members of the family. The younger ones didn't come to bed as soon as we did. We went to bed last summer during the latter part of the summer, and we're only just getting up now. But we like the springtime, the. lovely springtime. So, all of the Richardson Ground-Squirrela, hear the call of the spring and awaken! For we do not stay awake long and we want to be awake at the best time of the year, which the Richardson Ground-Squirrels think is the spring." 'Jump up, Jump up," said Mrs." Jumping Mouse. There were still a number of Jumping Mice who had not arisen. Jump up, jump up, for the spring time has come." - And the Jumping Mice who were already up sang this song to the ones who were getting up : "Hurry, hurry ur. luma Jumo. Jump! uon t stay asleep like a lump, lump. lump! "Be frisky and Bray, be frisky and gay. 'For this is a wonderful springtime day. "You've slept enough: it is- time to awakem ' ''And if you don't get up. you'll have to oe shaken. So the Jumping Mice who were not already up, got up with a jump and began frisking about, too. All over the country the animals who had been asleep fori the winter were getting up.- They were In their own colonies and others were scat tered here and there. "Get np, get up," said the bears to each other. "We've slept long enough. We want to go hunting for1 ber ries and vege tables. Get up, lazy bears!" So the bears all ;ot up. Get up, get ap, cried Jürs. Woodchuck to her family. "Get up and let's . see if the farmers have begun to plant their vegetables." For Mrs. Wood- chuck knew that that would make ill of her family et up. "Come Out" 'Come out of your holes and see the world, and see the sunshine and the springtime I The fine springtime when everything is coming up out of the ground, the woodchucks, too!" So all over the country animals were awakening from their winter's sleep and were brushing their spring suits and looking their very best as they started forth for adventure and to do their marketing. And all of , the animals sang and chirped and talked In groups, and this Is what most of them said: The snrmetime. the springtime. Is the It's waking up time, and that is the nflnnv nnnnv season. Tnnin reason. "We wouldn't be happy if we hadn't slept well, ' But we slept most soundly, we re de lighted to tell. We're ready for adventures and plenty of fun; 'We're out In the air again, right below Mr. 8un. And we think the world Is very fine, but the springtime pest oi an; So think so many animals, little ones and tail. And Miss Springtime Btnlled and said to Mr. Sun: "They are very flattering to me, but is most pleasant most pleasant Mr. Sun." Lesson in Punctuation. "Dad, how would you punctuate .this aen fence: A live-dollar Dill Diew around the corner.' " "Put a period at the end of the sen tence, "v "I wouldn't ; I'd make a dash after the five-dollar bill." Plenty of Cheenul Occupation. It is not only children -who have to be provided with occupation. In order to be kept out of mischief. Older girls ho do not have enough to do, grow blue and despondent and think they are of no use in the world. Keep yourself out of this sort of mischief by providing yourself with plenty oi cheerfut stimulating occupation. Girls' Companion. Eyes Net Eyes. When are eyes not eyes? When th wind makes them water. is ? H - THE spring and summer of life, as interpreted in suits for young and older women, meet in the picture above. Here two conceptions are shown, one of them youthful and nov el with a picturesque hint of Spain In Its short jacket and handsome sash, the other dignified and conservative, exquisitely tailored, disdaining decora tions and faultless In lines; fulfilling the exacting requirement of mature women. Women who have reached middle life and acquired poise, are not amenable to all the whims of fash ion that lure their younger sisters. Youth may disport Itself in any of the styles and carry them off but many of these are not suited to older women. They are wise when ihey choose what looks best on them and, by this means, arrive at a distinction in dress thnt belongs to their years. The handsome suit at the left Is made of beige-colored polret twilL AH that may be said of it is told by the, camera which has not failed to pre sent every detail In its makeup. The If- W o Xt- For Her Dress-Up Occasion vt- . v jr 'f í I J - I ' ' fT'HIS season presents for the con- X sideration of busy but fastidious mothers many ready-made frocks for little girls that will come up to their standards of good taste In choice of materials, in design and in workman ship. To start off with, there are everyday dresses In light-colored, plain chambrays and very small-checked ginghams, tlia't have white Jawn col lars and cuffs. A thin white rick-rack Is used to finish edges of beijs or decorative bands on them, or the col lars and cuffs are embroidered with tiny silk or yarn flowers. Besides these pretty cotton frocks there are bloomer wuits made of black taffeta silk ' with yarn stitching in bright . colors for embellishment on collars, sleeves and sometimes as a finish to hems. Thy are very simply cut, much like the dress of colored organdy shown at the left of the two pictured above. Tills little frock may be taken as a first class example of models In colorc-d and white organdy which this spriDg offers to meet dress up occasions lu the little girls' sum mer. With It a pretty frock of dot ted swiss adds Its testimony to the ' vogue for the simplest de signs In little girls' clothes, 'inei hat to match Is another style- Tucks Are in Evidence. Tucks play an important part In the tailored sport blouse. Some novel adaptations of these are seen in Mouses of crene de chine and Jap anese silks, with inset bosoms elabor ately tucked. Way to Use Tucks. An Interestlne way to use tucks Is to make them run diagonally Instead of straight and alternating rows or tucks with rows of folds, the loias Mine wliler than the tucks. a plain, senli-fitted coat introduces a short, rippling peplum. In three sec tions, and falling within Jiree Inches of its hem. This Is a new feature and the regulation narrow belt of the material, finishes its brief story rrlth a large and handsome ornament at the front, unexpected and unusuat Except for groups of three very small buttons set on the sleeves and be tween the sections of the peplutn, there are no other decorative details. The bat of soft mllan braid, with wreath of fruit and flowers. Is exactly what It should be to bear this suit company. Navy blue tricotlne makes the Fult for younger women, with side-plalted skirt and short jacket The jacket is lined with gray silk and opens over a vest of silk like the lining. Em broidery In self color gives the jacket a rich finish, which the skirt lives un to by means of' a sash of heavy, blue satin ribbon, having its ends finished with the handsomest of silk fringes. featiire ' worth considering. It has rivals in the most adorable and friv olous of little sunbonnets, made of colored organdy and trimmed with organdy flowers. They go a long way so far as being Ornamental Is con cerned but, as . a protection against the sun, may need to call In a diminu tive parasol to help them out In ginghams, cross bars and checks in small patterns appear to be favored with collars, cuffs, pockets and belts in plain chambray or collars and cuffs of white lawn. The two little misses pictured are correctly dressed with dainty white petticoats under their sheer dresses and footwear that Is above criticism. CemnoKT it voTPw Mnrvtra want Hand-Painted Leather Beits. There, are hand-painted leather belts as a finish to some of the new cloth frocks. ' ' To Finish Collars and Cuffs. Narrow plaltlngs are used to finish collars and cuffs. Two-Toned Taffeta Ribbons. Two-toned taffeta ribbons are nsed. as are also heavy brocades for sashing the afternoon and evening dress. Often two colors are used and picoted to gether at the edge, or, better yet joined only at the ends with the ubiq uitous fringe. One can turn out either side, according to one's whim and ingenuity. Newest French Lingeries. The newest French lingerie is fash ioned of fine pink and yellow ribbon.