Harmon County Tribune (Hollis, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 46, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 3, 1919 Page: 2 of 8
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THE HARMON COUNTY TRIBU'NE
THe RIVER
When the Colorado Burst Its Banks and Flooded the Imperial Valley of California
By
EDNAH
AIKEN
Copyright, Bobba-Merrill Company
CHAPTER XXIII—Continued.
—11—
The veil of fear wu torn from her
eyes. The trembling woman was gone,
a vengeful wildcat In her place. "Left
me, Maldonado? Left his home,
where he trapa the Indian with one
coin In his pockets? No. senor. He'
brought her to our home, there; Lupe,
the wife of Felipe, the Degulno. I
told him BOt to fool with Felipe; the
Indian wan dangerous; he had hot
blood. Ifaldonado at ruck me—he
kicked me—he aald I was Jealous—
and hit me again.
"Maldonado told me to get a big
meal. I told hip that It was for Fe-
lipe. When I aald I would not eook
for that treachery he curaed me. he
kicked me again." She threw off the
reboso, dragging her dreaa loose.
"Don't," frowned Rlckard. He had
seen a welt across her shoulder—a
screaming line of pain.
1 She wound the reboso around the
dishonored shoulder. "I cooked his
dlnuerl There wis a lot of liquor-
Felipe was drunk; the tequila made
him mad, quite mad. He seemed to
know aomethlng waa wrong; he fought
as Ifaldonado dragged him to the cell,
the senor remembers the cell? The
next day Maldonado sent for two ru-
rales. They started the next day for
Bnsenada, taking Felipe; that day
Maldonado brought Lupe home. I
said she could not atay and he
laughed In my face, senor. He put
me outside the walla. I beat that
gate until my fingers bled. I remem
bered the kind face of the senor, and
then I came here. You will help me,
senor r
Rlckard ahook his head. "I shall
have to look Into this thing. If this
la true it's prison for your haaband.
Ton won't have to fear Lupe."
"When he gets out he will kill me,
•enor."
The terror waa selling her again.
Before she could begin her pleading
he called to MacLean.
"Ask Ling to find a tent for Benora
Maldonado. Tell him to give her a
good meal."
He must trap the rogue. That In*
fernal place must be closed. The
woman had come In the nick of time.
Those tribes were to be guarded as
restless children.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Rlekard Makes a New Enemy and a
New Friend.
The coming of the Indians gave the
impetus the work had lacked. Under
Jenks of the railroad company a largf
force was put on the river; these, the
weavers of the brush mattresses that
were to line the river bed. On the
banks were the brush cutters; tons of
willows were to be cut to weave Into
"You Will Help Me, eenorf
the forty miles of woven wire cable
waiting for the cross strands. Day
by day the piles of willow branches
grew higher, the brush cutters work-
ing ahead of the mattress workers In
the stream. In the dense undergrowth
the stolid Indians, Plmas and Marlco
pas and Papagoes, struggled with the
fierce thorn of the mesqult and the
overpowering smell of the arrow
weed. As tough m the hickory handles
they wielded, they fought a clearing
through dense thickets In the Intense
tropic heat.
Down stream the Brobdlngnaglan
arm of the dredge fell Into the mud of
the by-pass, dropping its slimy burden
on the far bank. Down the long
stretch of levee the "aklnnera" drove
their mules and scrapers; two pile
drivers were setting in the treacher-
ous stream the plies which were to
anchor the steel-cabled mattresses to
the river bed. It waa a well-organised,
active scene. Rlckard. in his office,
dictating letters and telegrams to Mac-
lean. Jr., felt his first satisfaction.
Things were beginning to show the re-
sult of months of planning. Care were
rushing in from north and east; ei
quarry between Los* Angeles nnd Tuc-
son requisitioned for their undertak-
ing.
A shadow fell on the pine desk.
Ling, In blue ticking shirt and white
butcher apron, waited for the "boss"
to look up. He stood wiping the per-
spiration from his head, hairless ex-
cept for the long sllk-tapered queue.
"Well, Ling?"
"I go tamale." His voice waa soft
as silk. "I no atay."
It was a thunderclap. There was
i one to replace Ling, who waa
drawing down the salary of a private
secretary. Loae Ling? It would be
more demoralizing to the camp than
to lose an engineer.
Money all lite. Bossee all lite. No
Ukee woman. Woman ahe stay, Ling
go."
"Mrs. Hardin I" Rlckard woke up.
"She all time makee trouble. She
clasy. She think woman vellee fine
cook. She ahow Ling cookee plunes.
Teachee Ling cookee plunes 1 I no
stay that woman." Unutterable final-
ity In the leathern face. Rlckard and
MacLean, Jr., exchanged glances
which deepened from concern Into
perplexity. They could not afford to
lose Ling. And offend Mrs. Hardin,
the camp already Hardlnesque?
Rlckard grew placating. He spent
a half hour wheedling. They met at
the starting place. 'Xing go tamale."
"Oh, Lord," groaned the manager,
capitulating. "All right. Ling."
With the dignity of an oriental
prince, Ling pattered out of the tent,
Rlckard was puckering his Hps at his
secretary. "I'd rather take castor
oil."
A half hour later, MacLean saw his
chief leave hla tent. He was In fresh
linens.
'I wouldn't swap places with him
thla minute 1 8he'U be as mad aa a
wet hen I
Mrs. Hardin, frUn her bed by her
screen window, saw him coming. She
slipped Into a semlnegllgee of alter-
nate rows of lace and swlss construct-
ed for such possible emergencies. She
did not make the mistake of smooth-
ing her hair; her instinct told her
that the fluffy disorder bore out the
use of the negligee. She waa sew-
ing In her ramada when Rlckard's
knock Bounded on the ecreen door.
Despite his protests she started wa-
ter boiling in her chafing dish. He
had not time for tea, he declared, but
Bhe Insisted on making this call of a
social nature. She opened a box of
BUgar wafers, her seal that of a child
with a toy kitchen; ahe was playing
doll'a house.
Rlckard made several openings for
his errand, but her wits sped like
gopher from his labored digging.
She met his ipood with womanly dig-
nity ; ahe tutored her coquetries, with-
held her archness.
He found he would have to discard
diplomacy, blurt out his message; use
bludgeons for this scampering agility.
"My mission is a little awkward,
Mrs. Hardin. I hope you will take It
all right, that you will not be of-
fended.'
"Offended r Her face showed
alr 'ti.
i's about Ling. He's a queer fel-
low ; they all are. you know." He
waa blundering like a schoolboy un-
der the growing shadow in Gerty'i
blue eyes. "They reaent authority—
that is, from women. He Is a tyrant.
Ling Is."
"Yes?" Ah. she would not help him.
Let him flounder 1
"He wants to be let alone; he
doesn't appreciate your kind help,
Mrs. Hardin."
"Oh!" Her eyes were hot with
tears—angry tears. She could not
speak or would not She sat In her
spoiled doll's house, all her plensure
In her toy dishes, her pretty finery,
ruined. He could not care If he could
humiliate her so. It waa the most
vivid moment of her life. Not even
when Rlckard had left her, with his
kisses still warm on heT lips, had she
felt so outraged. He was treating her
as though she were a servant—dls
charging her—because she was the
wife of Hardin. Her eyes grew black
with anger; she hated them both; be-
tween them, their Jealousy, their ri
valry, what had they made of her life?
She remembered the woman she had
seen In his rumada; ahe had heard
thnt the Mexican was In camp, em-
ployed by Rlckard. Her thoughts were
like swarming hornets.
"He's an ungrateful beast. Mrs.
Ilardln. I told him I would not let
you waste your kindness one Instant
longer—"
Oh. Bhe understood! A bitter pleas-
ure to see him so confused. Rlckard.
before whose superior appraisement
she had ao often wilted! She would
not help him out never! She roee
when he paused. He thanked her for
meeting him hslf way. and her smile
was Inscrutable.
"So rrn discharged r
"Tou can't be discharged If you've
never been employed, can you? Thank
you oncp again, and for your tea. It
was delicious. I wish Ling would give
ns tea like that"
Boorish, all of It and blundering!
Why wouldn't he go? When he had
Her hand met his, but not her eyes.
If he did not go quickly something
would happen; he would see her cry-
ing. The sngelB that guard blunderers
got Rlckard out of the tent without
a suspicion of threatening tears. She
threw off her negligee and the pale
blue slip; the- tears must wait for
that Then she flung herself on her
bed and shook It with the grief of
wounded vanity.
That evening the chief had a visi-
tor. The wife of Maldonado, some of
the fesr pressed out of her eyes,
brought .In his (sundered khakis,
socks, darned and matched; all the
missing buttons replaced.
'I haven't worn a matched sock,"
he told her, "for months. Chat's great
senora."
He wanted to get to bed, but she lin-
gered. She wanted to talk to him
about her troubles; he had cautioned
her against tslklng about them In
camp, so she overflowed to him
whenever she found s chnnce—about
Maldonado, the children, Lupe. It
was getting wearying, but he could
not shove the poor thing out
Senora Maldonado gave a sharp In-
take of breath, an aborted scream.
Rlckard, too, saw a man's figure out-
side the screen door. The Mexican
woman pressed a frightened hand to
her heart. Of course It was the venge-
ful Maldonado—he would kill her—
"If I am Intruding," It was tha
voice of Hardin.
"Come right In," welcomed Rlckard.
"Get along, senora." The Maldonado
slipped out Into the night, her hand
still against her heart
Hardin, a roll of maps under his
arm, entered with a rough sneer on
his face. A dramatic scene, that he
had Interrupted! And Rlckard, who
did not like to have women In camp.
White women!
Rlckard, still sleepy, asked him to
sit down.
HI wanted to speak to yon about
thoae concrete aprons. They tell me
you've given an order not to have
them."
Rlckard resigned himself to a long
argument It was three o'clock when
Hardin let him turn In.
When he was getting ready for bed
he remembered the melodramatic
scene Hardin had entered upon. He
stared comprehendlngly at the screen
door—seeing with understanding Har-
din's coarse sneer—the Maldonado,
breathing fast, her hand over her
heart. "Of course he'll think—good
lord, these people will make me Into
an old woman! I don't care what the
whole caboodle of them think!'
Five minutes after blowing out his
candle he was deeply sleeping.
CHAPTER XXV.
Smudge.
From her tent, where she was writ-
ing a letter that lagged somehow, In-
nes Hardin had teen Rlckard go to
her sister's tent She did not need to
analyze the sickness at sight that
watched the dancing atep acknowl-
edge Its Intention. It meant wretch-
edness, for Tom. At a time when he
most needed gentleness and sympathy
rasped as he was by his humiliations
and disappointments—bow could any
woman be bo cruel? As for Rlckard,
he was beneath contempt—If It were
true, Gerty's story, told In shrugs and
dashes. She had Jilted him for Tom;
and this his revenge? She had not
known that she had such feeling as
the thought roused In her. It proved
what the blood tie Is, this tigerish
passion sweeping through her, as her
eyes watched that closed tent—It was
for love for Tom, pity for Tom. Sex
honor—why, Gerty did not know the
meaning of the words!
How long would It be before Tom
would see what every one else was
seeing? What would he do when he
knew? Hating Rlckard already, bitter
as he was—
She was not so biased as he. She
could see why Marshall had had to re-
woman "who could wash." The two
women were on their way to their
tents from the mess breakfast Senora
Maldonado waa leaving MacLean's
tent with a large bundle of used
clothes nnder her arm.
"She washes for the men. ~ I'm go-
ing to aak her to do my khakis for me.
Perhaps this womsn would be willing
to do all our laundry?"
Gerty had been wondering what she
would say to Innes. The speech which
Angry Eyes Watched Rlckard.
needed only an Introduction was
stirred Into the open.
"You muBt not," her voice trembled
with anger, "you must not ask that
woman. She Is not to be spoken to."
The girl asked her bluntly what she
meant
"You must not give her your wash-
ing—must not speak to her. I've not
mentioned it before. I—I hoped It
would not be necessary. Tom told me
not to speak of it"
"Tom told you not to speak of it?
Not to speak of what?"
"You must have observed—Mr. Rick
ard?"
The girl's ear did not catch the
short pause. "Observed Mr. Rlckard?"
"The coolness between ns. I scarce-
ly speak to him. I don't wish to speak
to him.'
When had all this happened, Innet
demanded of herself? Had Bhe been
asleep, throwing pity from outdated
dreams?
"I won't countenance a common af-
fair like that." Her eyes, sparkling
with anger, suggested Jealous wrath
to Innes, who had her first hint of the
story. She had learned never to take
the face value of her sister's verbal
coin; it was only s symbol of value;
It stood for something else.
The yellow eyes were on the dredge
bucket bb It swung across the channel,
but they did not register. She was
angry, outraged; she did not know
with whom. With Gerty for telling her,
with Rlckard, with life that lets such
things be* She Jumped up. "Oh, stop
It!" She rushed out of the tent fol-
lowed by a strange bitter smile that
brought age to the face of Gerty Har-
din.
In her own tent, Innes found excuse
for her lack of self-centrol. She did
not like the color of scandal; she
hated smudge. Gerty had said the
whole camp knew It; knew why the
Mexican woman was In camp! She
did not trust Gerty In anything else;
why should she trust her In that? She
would forget Gerty's gossip.
But she remembered It vividly that
week as she washed her own khakis;
as she bent over the Ironing board in
Gerty's sweltering "kitchenette." She
thought of It as she returned Rlck-
ard's bow In the mess tent the next
organize. Estrada had shown her; morning; each time they met she
nnd MacLean. Her sense of Justice j thought of It And It was in her mind
had done the rest Rlckard had proved
his efficiency; the levee, the camp, the
military discipline all showed the gen-
eral. Whether he were anything of
an engineer, time would tell that. It
was a long call he was making! Sup-
pose Tom were to come back? She
must watch for him—make some ex-
cuse to pull him In If he should come
back before that other went— Hate-
ful. such eavesdropping! A prisoner
to that man's gallivanting!
For an Instant she did not recognize
the figure outside Gerty's tent. Her
fears saw Tom. She reached the
screen door In time to see Rlckard lift
his hat to a disappearing flurry of ruf-
fles. Angry eyes watched Rlckard's
step swing him sway.
From the levee thst day. she had a
glimpse of the Mexican womaa on her
knees by the river, rubbing clothes
against a smooth stone A pile of
tight-wrung socks lay on the bank. In-
nes stood and watched her.
"I must remember to spesk of her
to Gerty." she determined. "She prob-
ably does not know that there la a
washerwoman la camp.'
hurt her sol had hurt her sol
when she met Senora Maldonado by
the river one day, and made a sudden
wide curve to avoid having to speak
to her.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Time the Umpire.
The river was low; Its yellow wa-
ters bore the look of oriental duplicity.
Each day was now showing Its prog-
ress. The two ends of the trestle were
creeping serosa the stream from their
brush aprons. A few weeks of work,
at the present rate, and the gap would
be closed. Hardin's big gate In It; the
by-pass ready; the trap set for the
Colorado. The tensity of a last spurt
v^ss In the air.
It waa inspiring sctlvlty, this pitting
of man's cumulstlve skill sgnlnst an
elementsl force. No Csucaslan mind
which did not tingle, feel the privi-
leged thrill of It To the stolid native
this day of well-paid toll was his mil-
lennium. the fulfillment of the
prophecy. Hla gods had so spoken.
Food for his stomach. liquor for his
stupefaction; the white man's money
It was a week later before she re- j laid la a brown hand each Sunday
mem bered to speak of the Mexlcam 1 morning was what the great fods
spoke. The completion of the work,
the white man's victory, would be an
end of the fat time. Hasten? Why
should they, and shorten their day of
opportunity?
Between the two camps oscillated
Coronet, silently squatting near the
whites, Jabbering his primitive Es-
peranto to the tribes. His friendship
with the white chiefs, his age and nat-
ural leadership gave him a unique po-
sition In both camps. Assiduously,
Rlckard cultivated the old Indian who
crouched days through by the bank of
the river.
The engineers felt the whip of ex-
citement.. Never a man left the camp
in the morning who did not look to-
ward that spun crawling across the
treacherous stream, measure that
widened by-pass. Would the gate
stand? The Hardin men halloed for
the gate, but looked each morning to
see If It were still there. The Reclama-
tion Service men and the engineers of
the railroad were openly skeptical;
Sisyphus outdone at his own game!
Estrada and Rlckard looked furtively
at the gate, with doubt at each other.
Hardin, himself, was repressed, an
eager live wire. His days he spent on
the river; his nights, long hours of
them, open-eyed, on his back, watching
the slow-ybeellng, star-pricked dome
of desert sky. His was the suspense
of the man on trial; this waa his
trial; Gerty, Rlckard, the valley, his
Judge and Jury. The gate grew to be
a symbol with him of restored honor,
an obsession of desire. It must be all
right!
Rlcksrd was all over the place.
"Watching every piece of rock that's
dumped In the river," complslned
Wooster. "Believe he marks them at
night I"
They were preparing for the final
rush. In a week or two, the work
wculd be continuous, night shifts to
begin when the rock-pouring com-
menced. Large lamps were being sus-
pended across the channel, acetylene
whose candelpower was that of an arc
light Soon there would be no night
at the break. When the time for the
quick coup would come, the dam must
be closed without break or slip. One
mat was down, dropped on the floor
that had already swallowed two Buch
gigantic mouthfuls; covered with
rock; pinned down to the slippery bot-
tom with piles. Another mat was
ready to drop; rock was waiting to be
poured over It; the deepest place In
the channel was reduced from fifteen
to seven feet Each day the overpour,
anxiously measured, Increased. A third
steam shovel had been added; the rail-
road sent in several work trains fully
equipped for service; attracted by the
excitement, the hoboes were commenc-
ing to come in.
It was a battle of big numbers, a
duel of great force where time was
the umpire. Any minute hot weather
might fall on those snowy peaks up
yonder, and the released waters, rush
ing down, would tear out the defenses
as a wave breaks over a child's fort
made of sand. This was a race, and
all knew It. A regular train dispatch
system was In force that the Inrushlng
cars might drop their burden of epek
and gravel and be off after more. The
Dragon was being fed rude meals, Its
appetite whetted by the glut of pour-
ing rock.
Tod Marshall came down from Tuc-
son In his car. The coming of the
Palmyra and Claudia rippled the so-
cial waters at the front for days
ahead. Gerty Hardin, too proud to
tell her astonished family that she
wanted to desert the mess tent, shook
herself from her Injury, and "did up'
all her lingerie gowns. Mrs. Marshall
was not going to patronize her, even
If her husband had snubbed Tom. It
was hot Ironing In her tent the doors
closed. Everything carried a sting
those indoor hours. She was aflame
with hot vanity. Twice, she had
openly encouraged Rlckard; twice, he
had flouted her. That was his kind!
Men who prefer Mexicans— 1 She
would never forgive him, never!
She followed devious channels to In-
volve Tom's responsibility. There was
a cabal against the wife of Hardin.
Working like a servant! she called It
necessity. Everything, every one pun-
ished her for that one act of folly.
Life had caught her. She saw no way,
as she Ironed her mull ruffles, no way
out of her cage. Her spirit beat wild
wings against her bars. If she could
see a way out! Nothing to do but to
stay with Tom!
Maddening, too, that at the mesa
table, she caught Rlckard's eyes turning
toward, resting on, Innes Hardin. The
girl herself did not Beem to notice—
artful, subterranean, such stalking!
That wa8 why she had come running
tyick to the Heading! That the reason
of her anger when she had hinted of
the Maldonado. She learned to hate
Innes. Bitterly she hated Rlckard.
"Tom," she said one day. He
turned with a swift thrill of expecta-
tion, for her voice sounded kind; like
the Gerty of old. "I have always
heard that Mr. Marshall has terribly
strict ideas. I think he ought to hear
of that Mexican woman. It la demor-
alizing In a camp like thla"
"I tell Marshall anything against his
pet clerk r* The Hardin lip shot out
"He'd throw me out of the company,
The pretty scene was spoiled. To
his dismay, she buret Into a storm of
teare. tears of self-pity. Her life lay
In Utters m her feet the pretty fsbric
rent, torn between the rude handling
of those two men. She could not have
reasoned out her Injury, made It cob
vtndng, built out of dreams aa It was,
heartless, scheming dream*. Because
she could not tell It her sobbing was
the more violent her complaints inco-
herent Tom gathered enough frag-
menta to piece the old story.
"Ashamed ef hla. Be tad drafted
Hie
her down Into his humiliation."
sweet moment had passed.
He spent a few futile momenta try-
ing to comfort her.
"Don't come near me." It burst
from her; a cry of revulsion. He-
stared at her, the woman meeting his-
eyes In flushed defiance. The hatred,
which he saw, her bitterness, corroded
his pride, scorched his self-love. Noth-
ing would kill his love for her; he-
knew that in that blackest of mo-
ments. He would never forget that
look of dread, of hate. He left her
tent
That night the cot under the stars-
had no tenant. Hardin had it out
with himself down the levee.
That valley might fulfill Estrada's
vision and his labor; might yield the-
harvest of happy homes; but his waa
not there. He had been the sacrifice.
CHAPTER XXVII.
-4U-
The Walk Home.
Claudia Marshall sat at the head of'
her stately table in the Palmyra, mute-
a statue but for the burning eyea
which followed her Tod. To Innes.
her guest It was a tragic presence, of
brooding solicitude.
Late houra, excitement might
abridge the life she so passionately
policed; but she would not demand
the aacrlflce of his cigar.
Marshall^ cigar followed the coffee.
Tony, the white-capped Italian cook of
the Palmyra, was removing the cups.
Innes was carrying her double inter-
est. listening to Tod Marshall's broad!
sweep, getting a pew viewpoint as he
minimized the local scheme—feeling:
that silent presence at the head of the
table.
Then something drove Claudia from
her mind. What Mr. Marshall had said
swept a disturbing calcium on Tom.
What If, truly, the river fiasco could
be traced to that overzealous hand? To
Tom, this undertaking blotted out the
rest of related big endeavor; but that
was not the way her host was looking
at It. He was too courteous to give
her discomfort; he had not said it di-
rectly. But always it met her, rose up
to smite her, wherever she was. Waa
It not egotism, personal pride, that waa
making her cover her eyes, like any
simple ostrich? Her brother—assume-
him anybody else's brother 1 The
dredge fiasco—the wild night at the
levee—no Isolated accidents those.
Hardin's luck I
A flush of miserable shame came to
her. How they bad all been trying to
spare her—Eduardo, these kindly Mar-
shalls—MacLean! She was turning.
Impulsively, to ask Tod Marshall if he
thought, could he think it probable
that they would fall, when a step that
sent the blood to her face took the
car's stairs at two leaps. Now, In-
deed, the dinner was spoiled.
"That's Rlckard. I forgot to tell you
that I asked him to dinner. He couldn't
get away. He said he'd run In for cof-
fee. Hello, Rlckard. Thought you'd
forgotten us!"
She hadn't thought of that contin-
gency ! She found herself shaking
hands with him. Could be not hear her
mind, ticking away at the Maldonado>
episode?
Of course he would InBlst on seeing
her to her tent. Punctilious, always.
Well, she Just wouldn't Perhaps she
could slip out some way. She would
watch her chance.
"Can I talk shop for a while?" asked
Rlckard.
They withdrew to a cushioned win-
dow seat. Innes had found her chance.
She asked to be shown over the car.
Innes confided her plan. She wanted
ri
I
"Thought You'd Forgotten lie."
to slip out. "She would not Interrupt
their evening; Mr. Marshall had busi-
ness to discuss—"
Mrs. Marshall would not hear of It-
She said that Mr. Marshall would
never forgive her If 8he let Miss Har-
din go home alone. Her opposition
was softly implacable.
Innes went back to the sitting room
of the car angrily coerced. Rickan*
was still closeted, conversationally,
with his superior.
At last desperately; she rose to go.
Of course, he must Insist upon going,
with her. Of course 1
"I was going back early, anyway-
I'm to be up at dawn tomorrow."
The good-bys were said. She found
herself walking rebelllously by his;
side. "No, thank yon!" to the offer of
his arm.
(to be continued.)
According to the statistician of m
New York trust company, there are 19,-
millionaires la the United State*.
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