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GIFT OF THE DESERT
■ ■ ' ■ ■ - THE STORY THUS FAR SYNOPSIS.—On the isolated meaner ranch, on the southern border, Deborah Meredith, trained nurse, is in attendance on Mrs. Meager, whose husband has re cently been killed. Immediately after the death. Bob Meager, Mrs. Meager's stepson, arrives and takes possession. He insults Deborah and, she resolves to leave, but there seem? no possi bility of her getting «way. Mea ger gloats over Deborah's plight, lie tells her he has sent for a justice of the peace, who will marry them tomorrow. Horri fied, the girl secures a revolver. The justice, Cornelius Garrity. scoundrel and bosom friend of Meager, arrives with a party, among- them the “Krisco Kid,*’ notorious desperado. Despite Pehorah’s protests, the justice performs the marriage ceremony. She escapes and reaches her room. There she stuns Meager with the revolver and rushes to the stables, hoping to secure a horse and escape. There she meets the “Frisco Kid.” Some how he inspires her with confi dence and she explains the situa tion, The “Kid” tell 3 her his name is Daniel Ivelleen. that he is no friend of Meager. They ride off together into the desert. Pres ently she realizes that Kelleen is the “Frisco Kid,” but doesn’t fear him. Deborah hears the story of the “Frisco Kid.” CHAPTER IX—Continued. Her eyes traced the rugged bluff hopelessly; to attempt sealing that would only bring her Into full view, yet thei'e was a fringe of thick bushes below into which she might plunge. This seemed the only hiding place available, and she crept through the thick fringe of brush into the shadow. The two horsemen came slowly, cautiously, up the slight slope, staring about them suspiciously, yet finding nothing at. the summit hut a bit of trampled grass to tell that the spot, had been occupied previously. Deborah, secure in a cleft of the rock behind a five-foot screen of chaparral, crouched motionless, with ears strained to detect the slightest sound. She was- unable to see, hut coyid hear plainly, and there was no difficulty In recognizing the voice of Sanchez. “Whatever do you suppose has be come of them, Jose?” he asked com plainingly. “They were to have come yesterday, you tell us, and yet they are not here.” "But someone is, senor—see, there has been camp made.” “That was the guard ; the ranch brand is on the pony grazing yonder; I took note as we rode by. I wonder where in h —l the fellow has gone? Put he has naught to do with Case beer’s outfit. The gulch is empty, ex cept for the lad we met below.” “And what does lie do in here, senor? Who was it you call him?” Sanchez laughed mirthlessly. “Hiding out, Jose; there is no rea son to fear that guy. He’s the ‘Kid.’ ” “The ‘Frisco Kid?’” Sure, I hear of him. They say lie held up the Los •Colos stage.” Sanchez laughed. “ ’Tis not all they say. lie is the devil’s own, if half the tales be true — a smooth-spoken hoy enough, but not the sort to make sport of. Meager knows him—aye!”-and lie slapped his knee roughly at the happy thought, “and that is why the lad is here, no doubt. I have it now; Boh could not come himself, Jose, so lie sent this fellow. But why the h—l didn’t lie tell me, I wonder?” “Who tell you—the ‘Kid?’” “Either one of ’em; I like to know what I’m bein’ stacked up agninst on a job like this. Casebeer’s lucky, but his outfit Hi is trip would he a mighty rich haul if lie should happen to lull down.” “Guns?” “Ammunition, and booze for Villa; some combination that. It is to go over the border tonight, and a nice wad of money comes back. That will he the ‘Kid's’ job. perhaps, if Meager doesn’t show up by dark; we haven’t any orders beyond here.” “You think Senor Bob maybe would send him to bring back the money?” “Sure; it’s fifty-fifty with Casebeer, and ‘Frisco’ is all right. He’s square as they make ’em, I’ve always heard, liaises h—l, of course, now an’ then, but he never double-crossed anybody. Ain’t that him roundin’ that bluff yonder? Sure it is—ridin’ tills way. I’m goin' to ask him straight when lie gets here.” Deborah, frightened by what she heard, lifted herself slightly so as to see better up the narrow valley. The approaching horseman was in plain view, and. even at that distance, the girl had no doubt as to iiis identity. Her very heart seemed to cease heat ing as she knelt, anxiously watching his approach, the horse loping stead ily, The man swaying gently to the movement of the animal. Who, in deed. was he—this Daniel Kelleen? ••this “Frisco Kid”? Was he a real man in whom she could trust and he llteve? in whose honor she could con tfide? 'Or was he what these ruffians so confidently proclaimed—an outlaw, a desperado of the frontier, an escaped felon, hiding from justice, and even now r engaged in the committal of crimp? These fellows took it for granted that he was present on the tame criminal mission ns themselves; he had deliberately left her, and rode away seeking traces of Casebeer’s gang in the valley—seemingly there was no escape from the one conclu sion that he was Dart of the con- By Eandall Parrish Copyright by A. C. McClurg & Co. spiracy. He had lied to her, deceived her, told her a fairy tale, laughing at her credulity, while coldly going for ward with his own plans. Deborah grasped all tllls almost in stantly, unable to perceive nny possi bility of escape from the net. ller limbs trembled, yet siie could only kneel there in silence, watching the approach of the rider. A wild hope thrilled into her heart, that perhaps this man was not all had; that what ever his real life might he. lie may have meant to he square with her, and would yet protect her. Surely he never had revealed her presence to these others; perhaps that was why lie had not returned with them, hoping she might see the strangers, and hide. Ill’s first words sent a thrill through her heart —he was playing a part for her protection. He reined in his mount sharply, glancing keenly about, hut with face expressionless as his eyes finally en countered the two awaiting him. “Whose horse is that?” lie asked inquiringly, indicating the grazing animal. “I know not that, senor; ’tis Mea ger’s brand.” “I can see that for myself, hut it was not here when I came by. Was anyone besides you two sent in here on this business?” “No, senor,” there was a touch of deference in Sanchez’ voice most un usual, Deborah was quick to note and appreciate. “Only the two of us. Yet it might be, for we knew not even that you were to come also.” “That was an after-thought, and why I rode so hard and straight. I knew about you, didn’t I?” “Si, senor; no doubt.” Kelleen swung one leg carelessly over the pommel of his saddle, and deliberately rolled and lit a cigarette. His face expressed no emotion, no particular interest, jet Deborah Was certain the keen, searching eyes had swept swiftly over her covert, and up the steep front of the overtowering cliff. He suspected where she was hidden, and was endeavoring to pro tect her from discovery; but who was he really playing fair with? was he trying to deceive both? or merely playing a desperate game in which a single slip would mean disaster? Was he outlaw or honest man? Nothing in the situation, or in the conversation thus far overheard, gave her certainty. She dare not move, scarcely venture to breathe, as she watched the three men below. “When Is this Casebeer gang ex pected?” Kelleen questioned. “Tonight, senor; it was to he ear lier, but they not come. Now not until tonight; they never cross the desert by day.” “No, I reckon not; it would he too risky. Any trouble here lately?” “Non, non, senor; not of late trou ble. It was all fixed. . The Senor Meager lie know who best to see. They come—yes; last week a man \ -ft w. » /;•(> >uj —W I .. - _ The Approaching Horseman Was in Plain View. come, an’ question, but he ride away, an’ know nothing. A troop come, sol diers from the fort, an’ stay two, three day. I talk with officer; he drink with Bob; then they go back to Nogales. It he all right sure then see? We know they not he back soon as this week. So we send word for Casebeer.” “Yes, I see; hut it is not so sure after all. Perhaps thej T do come hack.” The Mexican shook his head posi tively. “No, senor, we know. We have watch always. Senor Meager very slick bird when not drunk. You at the ranch last night?” "Certainly; you saw me there. Why?” “You not there alone, senor. The Judge came also from Nogales. He brought the word. ’Twns for that he rgme, not to mnrry Meager. That all came later, hr ” hst *ou call luck.” “Where does this northern gang come from?” “Out of Calabasig, senor, byway of the river.” “Then they will enter down below, through the gorge. This is no place for us. Suppose they were delayed Inst night, and took a chance to come on this morning by daylight—and why not? They’d he under rock cover all the last part of the way. It’s beyond here that they’d have the open desert to cross. Let’s ride down there and wait. Saddle up, both of you; there is just as good camping ground down below.” Within five minutes, the three were trotting soberly down the valley. Not one of them glanced hack, and Debo rah lifting her head higher and higher to peer after them through tlie brush screen, watched until they disappeared entirely about the sharp protuberance of rock, which marked the end of the vista. Kelleen had done this pur posely; his conversation with -these men had been largely carried on for tier benefit and guidance. He knew where she was; that she could easily overhear. Through these means lie endeavored to convey to her unsus pected the complete situation in which he was involved, and then, this accomplished, he had inveigled the two unsuspecting Mexicans away, thus giv ing her opportunity to escape unseen. Deborah was not j-et wholly con vinced of the man’s innocence. In spite of his evident intention of shield ing her from discovery, his intimate association with Bob Meager, the un derstanding between him and San chez, was. seemingly proof positive that he was an important link in this conspiracy. The man was endeavoring to make her think otherwise, but the doubt of him lingered in her mind. In the night she had begun to trust, to be lieve; the fellow’s very recklessness and good humor had been attractive; her vague suspicion seemed to vanish in his presence. But now this doubt re turned with redoubled vigor, and, for the moment, she actually feared him as much as the man she had tried to kill. More, perhaps, for Meager was only a rough, passionate brute, while, the very nature of Kelleen rendered him a far more dangerous adversary. If lie also was interested in lier—and tlie girl felt that lie was —she was in greater danger now than on tiie ranch from which she had fled. She shrank from the thought, yet it haunted her. and would not he driven away. Where could she go? What could she do to escape the man’s return? Suicidal, impossible as it appeared, she must find some moans of leaving that fatal valley before he came back again alone seeking her. Tiie girl drew back slowly, with eyes t searching the open volley, intent first of till on reaching the horse graz ing below. The only possible way was tiie one she had taken in climbing there, along a ledge of stone close in against the rock wall. The whole face of the cliff was a. mass of trailing vines, clinging in some mysterious way to imperceptible crevices in the rock, completely veiling its front far up above her reach. Deborah pressed these back to gain passage, and had advanced a dozen steps or more, when she stopped, paralyzed with fear, star ing into two terrifying eyes. She could not move a limb, or scream in that first instant of horror. Then a iiand readied out, swept the conceal ing vines aside, and gripped her. CHAPTER X Within the Tunnel. Deborah struggled to break away, emitting one startled cry for help, be fore tiie fingers of her assailant closed viselike on her throat. She was in the grasp of a giant, merciless in the ex ercise of his power, and felt herself dragged helplessly through the tangle of vines into blackness beyond. It was a man; she knew that, although she had no glimpse of the face, and made desperate effort at release, given un usual strength by terror; hut the grip on her throat tightened remorselessly, and her power of resistance waned, until she suddenly lost consciousness and all sense of her surroundings. Her body lay limp in tiie fellow’s arms, and, with a growl of satisfaction, he bore the motionless, seemingly lifeless body hack through the deepening shadows, and cast it down on the stone floor. Tiie man stood above the huddled fig ure of the girl, hardly defined, shape less in the gloom, and laughed silent ly. He bent down and touched her, only to straighten up once more, con vinced she was not dead. A rifle leaned against the back wall, and lie picked it up, tested its mechanism, and moved silently forward to the en trance, the weapon resting in the crook of his arm. Cautiously he parted the leaves and looked out. searching the full length of the deserted valley. Nothing of consequence met his gaze, for he rest ed hack on a convenient boulder, and continued his vigil, ns motionless as the stone on which lie sat. He must have remained in that position for an hour, occasionally shaking his head, and muttering incoherently to himself. Then, suddenly, and without warning, the fellow appeared to relax, his head sinking forward on the arm resting above the gun muzzle, and he sank into a deep sleep. Deborah stirred slightly In the black corner where the had been thrown, THE WINSLOW MAIL <t and slowly, painfully opened her eyes. Her body, weakened by struggle, seemed helplessly inert, while at first her mind failed to function. No flash of memory recurred to aid her. Full consciousness came slowly, reawaken ' ing first to the bruised body and the . throat lacerated by those cruel hands. She could scarcely swallow, or move her limbs without pain. Then, her ’ eyes accustoming themselves to the pervading gloom, the girl began dimly to perceive objects about her, and thus ' grasp something of the situation. ' kittle by little the details came back— the clutch on her throat; the wild, hopeless struggle, ending so quickly in ' darkness. She could scarcely restrain a scream of terror, yet the very sense of her situation held her silent, her 1 whole body trembling violently. Where Her Bruised Limbs Ached. was she? Where had her assailant gone? Was the thing man or beast? The questions were unanswerable ; she could he assured of hut one thing—she was still alive. Slowly, silently the girl succeeded in lifting herself partially from off the hard rock on which she lay, using the rough outcroppings of the wall a,s sup port to the effort. Her bruised limbs ached, and her head throbbed with agony as she changed her posture ever so slightly, yet the movement served to clear her mind and bring back a measure of courage. Her thought swept hack to Kelieen, and the mem ory of the. man was no longer wholly fear of his presence. In spite of her doubts, her distrust, the recollection of their night’s ride together recurred now as almost a pleasant remem brance. Criminal, outlaw he might be, but lie was no brute, no beast of the jungle; rather he had shown himself a man, even a gentleman. Yet what Help could she expect from him? If he was loyal and worthy, how could he be of any aid? Beyond all doubt the man would re turn in search of her. He had shrewdly guessed where she lay in concealment, and had led those others away for no other purpose hut to leave her there securely hidden. As soon as he could rid himself from their observation he would surely be back once more. But even if lie came had she left any trail he could follow? j Her passage hack from the edge of the j covert had been made over smooth j rock, on which her feet could have left no slightest trace. If she' had flown away into the air the final mys tery of her disappearance could not have been greater. Suppose he even approached the front of the precipice, or stumbled blindly into the mouth of the tunnel behind the canopy of vines —what then? She could conceive but one inevitable result —his death. She was surprised, shocked at how that new thought sickened and dis heartened her. In some way his per sonality had touched her strongly, and the tie refused to snap. Yet death cer tainly stood grimly between them now. If this guardian of the hidden tunnel J could treat her as lie had—actuated j by terror, or whatever cause had led ; to his action —he would surely prove J no more merciful to him. He would he on watch, would mark Kelleen’s approach, his every footstep. Skulk- 1 ing behind that screen of leaves, un suspected, he could kill safely, and in that wild land the report of the death shot would bring no danger. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Psalm In Reader. Several pupils of school No. 45 got into a fuss one noonday because of marking each others’ clothing with chalk, reports the Indianapolis News. An older pupil directed them to appear before the principal. One was a seven-year-old boy who had never been sent to the principal. He was extremely uneasy and wor ried so over it he could eat little lunch. That evening he explained that he had approached the principal with out fear because he had gone quietly to hla room at home and read the Twenty-third Fsalm out of an old read er before he returned to school. The principal had not scolded him, but after a little talk directed his promotion at once into a grade higher. IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL I Sunday School ’ Lesson’ (Bv REV. P. B. FITZ WATER, D. D.. Teacher of English Bible in the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) <©. 1923, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 11 SOME MISSIONARY TEACHINGS ’ OF THE PSALMS LESSON TEXT—Ps. 47, 67, 100. GOLDEN TEXT—“Let the people praise Thee, O God, let all the people praise Thee.” — Ps. 67:3. PRIMARY TOPIC —Everybody Prais ing God. JUNIOR TOPIC —Everybody Serving God. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP IC—AII Nations Called to Serve Jehovah. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Missionary Hymns of the Old Testa ment. The Jewish people were called to he missionaries to the other nations. The Psalter, their hymn book, is saturated with the spirit of God’s grace to the world. Its dominant note is the call to come back to God. I. A Call to Recognize God's Power (Ps. 47). Man’s first sin was to cast off God. Such abyssmal darkness followed that the race has gone on in ignorance of its Creator and Benefactor. The first and primary need of the missionary is to get the heathen to know God. They must come to know Him not only as a mighty King, but as a personal, tender-hearted being, looking out over the world with compassion, desiring to save and bless man, His only crea ture in His image and likeness. Oh, that the heathen knew God as their true and great King whose mighty power He desires to usa in salvation and blessing to all! Let us make this known to the ends of the earth! 11. A Call for the Nations to Return to God (Ps. 67). The central theme of this psalm is the universal diffusion of God’s grace. The order of thought in this psalm is that which shall be carried out by the Lord in the completion of His work of grace in the world. 1. God’s Blessing Upon Israel (vv. I, 2). This blessing is necessary in order that Israel may befitted to make known God’s way to the nations. This grace will be poured l out upon Israel in the full coming of Pentecost. When this grace is poured out there will be such missionary activity as has hith erto been unknown. When Israel, like her national representative Paul, shall go forth in such power of the Holy Spirit in witnessing for Christ, truly nations shall be born in a day. That which shall be manifested by Israel for their God-appointed task is needed by the church in her witnessing. She needs the Spirit of God to fit her to preach the gospel to the heathen. 2. The Conversion of the Heathen (vv. 3-5). Thanksgiving will be given for salvation offered and accepted. Not only this, but there will be re joicing in the experience of salvation. They will rejoice in the fact now that the great and righteous God rules the earth. The new-born soul rejoices in knowing that a dispensation of jus tice tempered with mercy has been ushered in. What gladness will be in the hearts of men in the day when Christ reigns! 3. Restoration of Blessings Upon the Earth (vv. 6,7). When man cast off God a curse was placed upon the earth which limited its fruitfulness. Imme- j diately upon man’s return to God this curse will pass away from the earth, j The supreme obstacle to prosperity is j | man’s rebellion against God. Let the i nations return to God and He will j send His blessing upon them. The only way to bring back peace and prosperity is by the preaching of the gospel. Man must he called back to . God. The supreme need of the world j is not a league of nations, but a re- j turn to God; because God will remain separate from the nations as long as j they are in rebellion against Him. 111. A Call to Recognize the Good ness of God (Ps. 100). Praise should go up to God because He Is God. Being God He created us, sustains us and saves us. For His unchanging mercy and goodness praise should be continually ascribed to Him. What Life Consists Os. “A man’s life eonsisteth not in the abundance of things which he pos sesseth.” In these words Jesus strikes at the popular error of all ages —the belief that life consists in things. For nothing are we under deeper obliga tion to Christianity than for this, that it corrects our easy views of life. Since the first man started heaven ! ward, there have been two conflict ing ideals of “life; one teaches that life's values are in the things we get and keep; the other holds that the chief end of man is to develop his highest powers, to live in fear of that which is beneath him, and in reverence for That which is above him.—Rev. C. C. Albertson. D. D. Neglected Children. It is often difficult to tell which are more neglected —the children of the very rich or the children of the very poor. —Kenneth D. Miller. Love for the Home. The first indication of domestic hap piness is the love of one's home. — Montlosier. Break* or Hardens the Heart. Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.—Cham fort. SPECIAL, RUSH SERVICE aecured if you mention this paper when writing firms below. ROIIM-ALLEN JEWELRY CO. MfR. and repairing:. All orders promptly attended to. 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Two factories in the Arkansas valley are idle, the construction of fac tories in that district having exceeded a reasonable expectation of beet acre age. Probably $10,000,000 or more will be paid to the 6,000 or 7,000 beet grow farmers in the state for their 1923 crop. This estimate is based on $8 a ton, but the price the farmers will receive will depend upon the sugar content of the crop and also upon the net price per bag realized by the fac tories. In this way the farmers share in the profits of the industry. No other crop grown in Colorado is marketed on such a fair basis. If the price of flour advances after a farmer lias sold bis grain to the mill be ob tains no share in the increased price. If the price of meat or mutton goes up after the steer or lamb lias been sold to the packer, the live stock grower re ceives no part of the increased price. But if at any time in a twelve-month period the price of sugar advances the benefit is shared on practically equal terms between the grower of beets and the factory which converted the raw crop into sugar. This is the so-called sliding scale form of beet contract. Formerly beets were paid for on a flat rate basis, a fixed sum per ton. In recent years su gar prices have fluctuated so greatly that no accurate estimate could be made in advance on the proceeds for the sugar made from a beet crop. Then the new plan of paying the farmer was devised in order to protect the two principal parties in the industry, the beet growers and the sugar factories. However, a minimum guarantee of at least $5.50 a ton lias been incorporated in the sliding scale contract so that on delivery of his crop the efficient grow er is assured of more than enough to cover his average cost of production. Later as sugar sales and prices war rant, additional payments are made. Marine Maps Presented to Japan Washington.—A complete set of marine maps and charts and other in formative data required by government advisers to the modern merchantmen was sent to the royal Japanese hydro graphic office on the transport Ar gonne, which sailed from Hampton Roads last week. The equipment, a gift from the United States navy, is in tended to replace that lost in the re cent earthquake. The Argonne will transfer the shipment at San Pedro to the Japanese steamship Undo, which has been instructed to deliver them at Tokio. Taylor Protests Decision Montrose. —“The theories are in Washington, but the facts are out here,” declared Congressman Edward Taylor of this district in a telegram to Hubert Work, secretary of the interior, vigorously protesting the decision of the secretary not to have the fact-find ing committee visit the reclamation projects to personally probe the needs and ability of the settlers to pay the construction costs on the projects. Di rectors of the Uncompahgre Valley W ater Users’ Association wired a sim ilar resolution to Secretary Work. Sentenced to Go to School Sterling.—Sentenced to go to school —lnstead of the usual fine and jail sentence, two aliens here were ordered by Judge Norris C. Bakke of the Coun ty Court to attend every session of Sterling’s new Americanization school. Those who received sentences were Tony Maristico, Italian, and Frank Weingardt, Russian. They pleaded guilty to charges of driving an auto while intoxicated and assault and bat tery. Both admitted living in Sterling for fifteen years without attempting naturalization.