The Mulhall State Journal (Mulhall, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 36, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 6, 1923 Page: 3 of 4
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THE MULHALL STATE JOURNAL
Rimrock Trail
CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
—14—
ftfi* ta!«l good-by to Molly, who had
swiftly changed out of her riding
clotlie* Into m gown that locked
simple enough to Sandy, though hr
sensed there were touches about It
that differentiated it from anything
turned out locally. With the dress
she looked more womanly, older, than
In the boyish breeches. Miss Nichol-
son had made some changes also, but
she had a chameleon like faculty of
blending with the background that
preserved her alike from being criti-
cized or conspicuous. As she shook
hands with Miranda the two present-
ed marked contrasts. Miranda was
twentieth-eentury-western, of equal
rights and equal enterprise; Miss
Nicholson nild-VIctorlan, with no more
use for a vote than for one of Sandy’s
guns. Yet likable.
Tm going to Daddy’s grave,” said
Molly, when Miranda had fllvvered
off. "I wish the three of you would
come there to me in about ten min-
utes. Miss Nicholson, everybody’s at
home here. 1 Mease do anything you
want to, nothing you don't want to.”
At the end of the ten minutes the
three men walked together toward
the cottonwoods. Grit was lying on
the grave, and they saw Molly kneel-
ing by the little railing. They ad-
vanced silently over the turf and
stood In a group about her with their
hats off and their heads bowed. Grit
made no move and Molly did not look
up for two or three minutes. Then
she greeted them with » smile. There
were no tear-signs on her face though
her eyes were moist.
“I wanted to thank you all," she
eald, “and to tell you how glad I am
to be back. I have met lots of people,
of all sorts and kinds, but not one of
them who could hold n candle to any of
you three kind, true-hearted friends.
I wanted to do It here where Daddy
Is in tliw place you gave him and
made for him under the trees, close
to the running water. I was only n
girl—a kiddle—when I went away. 1
think I am a great deal older now,
perhaps, than other girls of my ago.
And I realize all you have done for
me. The only thing Is, I don’t know’
how to begin to thank you.”
She went to Mormon and took hold
of both his hands, her head raised,
lips curved to kiss him. Mormon
ptooped and turned his weathered
cheek, but Molly kissed him full on
the lips. So with Sam, despite the
enormous mustache. Then she came
to Sandy, taller than the others, his
face grave, under control, the eager-
ness smothered In his eyes, desire
checked by reverence for the pure nf-
fectlon of the offered salute. He fan
cied that her lips trembled for a mo-
ment ns they rested softly warm, upon
his own. But the tremor might have
heen his own. He knew his heart was
pounding against the slight touch of
her slendemms that was manifest
with womanhood. His arms ached
with the restraint he set upon them,
In the presence of Mormon and Sam.
“I’ve brought sonu things for you,”
said Molly. “Just presents that I
bought
By J. ALLAN DUNN
Author of “4 Man to Hn Mate." etc.
CupyUcbt. vsri. by J A1.au Puna
He Fancied That Her Lips Trembled
for a Moment as They Rested Softly
Warm Upon His Own.
thank you out here where Daddy lies.”
She sought their glances, searching to
see if they understood, satisfied.
“We’re sure glad to git bnck the
Mascot of the Three Star," said Mor-
mon.
“An’ the sooner you git through
bein’ eddlcated an’ come back fo
keeps, the better,” amended Sam.
Sandy said nothing but smiled at
her and Molly smiled back again.
“I think you have been my mascot
rather than me yours. I’ve still got
my luck piece,” and she pulled out
rf her neck, suspended by a tine chain
of gold, the gold piece with which
Sandy had won the stake that had
started her east. “Now show me all
the improvements. We’ll get Kate
Nicholson. She’s a first-class scout if
you ever get her out of the shell she
crawled Into a long time ago when
her folks suddenly lost everything
they had. If we hud a piano. Sam,
she’s play the soul out of your body.
Walt until she gets at the harmonium
tonight. You and she will have to
play duet* Sam, jou on the three-
deckcd Harmonica l got for you.**
“Aw, shucks!" protested Sum. “I'm
no musician."
“You are,” she said gaylv. “You
are my Three Wise Men of the West
You are all magicians. You took me
out of the desert, you have made life
beautiful for me. Don’t dDpel the
Illusion, Soda-Water Sum I’d rather
hear you play *K1 (’apitan than
listen to the Philharmonic orchestra."
“Whatever that is,” answered Sum.
CHAPTER XVII
Westlake Brings News.
In the week that followed, the part
ners of the Three Star managed to
find many hours for holiday-making.
The ranch ran well on its own rou-
tine. and Molly was a princess to he
entertained. Kate Nicholson emerged
from her chrysalis and became ulinost
a butterfly rather than the pale gray
moth they had fancied her. Even
Miranda revised her opinion. The
Nicholsons, it came out, had been a
family of some consequence and n
fair degree of riches in South Caro-
lina before an unfortunate specula
tion had taken everything.
Kate Nicholson, left alone soon
afterward, hod assumed the role of
governess or companion with more or
less success and drifted on, sub
merged In the families who had used
her services, until Keith had secured
her for the post with Molly when
things had seemed particularly black.
Now, riding with Molly, with Sam and
Sandy for escorts, over the open range
or up Into the canyons, on picnics, the
years slid off from her. She laughed
understandlngly and talked spontane-
ously. Evenings, when they would
return to the disconsolate Mormon,
who bewailed openly bis lack of
saddle ease, they found, two nights
out of three, Miranda Bailey, self-
charioted in her flivver with offerings
of cake and doughnuts to supplement
Pedro’s still uncertain effor’s.
Molly chuckled once to Sandy.
"Miranda’s a dear," she said. “I
wish she'd marry Mormon. But Kate
Nicholson is a far better cook than
she Is. Only she won’t do anything
for fear of hurting Mi anda’s feel-
ings."
Yet the governess did cook on occa-
sion, trout that they caught in the
mountain streams, and camp biscuits
and fragrant coffee when they made
excursions, so deft a presiding genius
of the camp-fire that Sam declared
she belonged to Sageland.
“I love It," she answered, sleeves
tucked to the elbow, stooping over the
fire, her face full of color, tucking a
vagrant wisp of hair into place.
Sam had stopped playing, Kate
Nicholson was weaving chords in mu-
sic unknown to those who listened,
save that It seemed to speak some
common language that had been for-
gotten since childhood. The lire shift-
ed, there was silence In the big room.
Mormon sat shading his face, Miranda
Bailey beside him, her knitting idle.
Sam lounged in a shady corner near
the harmonium. Grit lay asleep. It
was infinitely peaceful.
There was the sound of a motor
outside, the honk of a horn. The door
opened and a man came in, gazing un-
certainly about him in the half-light—
Westlake.
“This is the Three Star, Isn’t It?”
he asked, evidently puzzled at the
group.
Sandy lit the big lamp as they nil
rose, Grit nosing the engineer, accept-
ing him.
“Sure Is," he said. “You know Miss
Bailey, Westlake? Miss Keith an’
Miss Nicholson, Mr. Westlake. They
both know something about you.
Come to stay, I hope.”
Ills voice was cordial ns he gripped
Westlake’s hand, though the remem-
brance of what Sum had said at the
mining camp leaped up within him.
Westlake and Molly! Here was n
m;in who might mate with her. might
suit her wonderfully well. Upstand-
ing’ educated, no lightweight pleasure
seeker, as he estimated Ronald Keith.
Here was a complication in his
dreams of happiness that he had lost
sight of.
“If you can put up with me. for a
bit," said Westlake. "I’ve come partly
on business, Bourke. I’ve left Casey
Town. I came over with a machine
from the garage at Hereford. I’ll
get my things and send him back.”
Sandy went outside with him and
helped him with hid grips. The ma-
chine started.
“Quit Keith ?“• asked Sandy.
“Yes; we had a misunderstanding.
About my staying here. Bourke. It
may he a hit awkward. Young Don-
ald Keith Intends condng over. I am
sure he doesn’t know* a thing about
his father’s business affairs. But I
have n strong hunch that Keith him-
self will he along later to offset any
talk he thinks I may have with you.
He’ll figure I’ve come here. He doesn’t
know all that I have found out, at
that. If it’s likely to embarrass you
or your guests In the least I’ll go on
to Denver tomorrow. I’m headed that
way. I’ve got a South American
proposition In view. Wired them yes-
terday and may hear at any minute.”
“Shucks!” said Sandy. “Y’o’re my
friend. Young Keith don’t Interest
me, save as Molly wants to entertain
him. Pm under no obligations to
Keith blmse’f. Yo’re my guest an’
we’ll keep you’s long we can bold
you In the corral.”
“I had no Idea Miss Casey would be
like- what she Is," said Westlake, us
Miranda Bailey. Mormon In attend-
ance came out of the house.
“Time fo’ me to he trailin’ hack.”
said the spinster. "Moon’s risin’.
Good night. Mr. Westlake. See you
ag’ln before you go, I hope."
She climbed Into the machine,
which Mormon cranked It moved off,
Mormon watching it. Then Sam came
out and Joined them.
“Gels gone to bed.” he announced.
“What’s Keith doin’ up to Casey
Town, Westlake?”
“It won’t lake long to tell yon ”
The four walked over to the corral
and the three partners * limbed on the
top rail, ram h t asltion. JVostlake
stood before them.
“Practically all the gold found In
Casey Town comes from the main
gulch where the creek runs. The
gulch was once non-existent. It Is
likely there was a hill there. Its nub
was a porphyry < up; the rest of It
was composed of layers of porphyry
and valueless rock dipping downward,
nested like saucers in the synclinal
layers. Ice and water wore off the
nub and leveled the hill, then gouged
Out the gulch. They gro nd away. In
m.v belief, all the porphyry that held
gold except the portions now lying
either side of the gulch. i
“It was the top layers that held I
the richest ore. Of those that are
left only one carries It and that Is
the reef that outcrops here and there
both sides of the gulch. This isn’t
theory. All strikes have been made
in this top layer. Where they have
sunk through to a lower porphyry 1
stratum they have found only indica-
tions where they found anything at
all. But the strikes were rich be-
muse sylvnnite Is one of the richest
of all gold ores Some of the strikes !
have been on the Keith Group prop-
erties They have boosted the stock
of all of them.
"I have heen developing these
group projects. The value of group
promotion, to the promoter. Is. that ;
as long as one claim shows promise,
the shares keep selling. The public
loves to gam id e. Keith came hack
this trip and proposed to purchase a
lot of < I.urns that are nothing hut plain
rock surface dirt and sage brush. He
can buy them for almost nothing. But
he does not propose to sell them for
la stocks. We’re ahead. If the mine's
gone bu’at she's done nicely by us.
• it."
Back of Sandy’s talk thoughts 1
formed In his brain that held a good
deal at comfort. Molly was no longer
un heiress. If Westlake’s new« was 1
true. Molly would not have to go
back east. Her relations with the
Keiths would be broken.
“I flgger you’re right about Keith
trail in over here to see if yo**’ve
showed," Sandy went on. “That’s the |
way I’d play him. As you say. he’s i
got to git rid of his shares quietly
an’ hi* can’t do It in a rush. 1 don’t
want to tell Molly she’s bu sted until i
were plumb certain An* Keith's got j
money of hers. If lie don't show in
side of u couple of days i’ll take n
pa scar over to Casey Town an have
a li'l chat with him.
“Young Keith sabe his father’s
play?” asked Sandy.
“No.” Westlake spoke decidedly, j
“lie’s not Interest* d In mining. He’s j
<m the trip because his father holds j
the purse strings. He's a good deal
of a cub, at present. I mean he don’t !
show much inclination to use Ids
brains. He’s a likable kid in many
ways, but lie’s just a kid.”
“’Tw’uldn't be fair to hold anythin’ !
ag’ln him, 'count of Ids breedln’,” said !
Sandy, "but colts that ain’t bred right 1
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“They Have Taken All the Sylvanite
Out of Your Mine and Keith Is Try-
ing to Cover Up the Fact.”
that. He was going to start another
group. He ordered me to make tin* *M’;n "fdihln. . <>\\ i* •
preliminary surveys. I American berth of
“Ho knew one would have ns much ^"I!1 s’
.. Wcatluke rather marveled nt the
chance digging In a New Wk hack W|se w|th wll|rh sandy nmj his chums
yard. 1 told dm so He has his own (1|8ml8Sed a Imllter that meant a mu
expert, and, If he didn t tell him so teriul l0M ()f mnm*y to them, but he
had seen the light in Sandy’s eye and
Keith said tie understood his busl- jle gu,,u his capacity for action when
ness and suggested 1 should attend the moment arri\ed. The. four sat up
strictly to mine. 1 was hot. 1 sug late, tulking of mining in various
gested that wildcat development was wuys and piace8>
not my business. He called me a “'i bis Westlake hombre’ll go a long
quixotic >oung tool, among other ways,” summed up Sam to Sandy after
things, and I may have called Him u Westlake had turned in and Mormon
robber. 1 m not sure. Anyway, 1 hud yawned himself off to bed. “He
sure knows a heap, he don’t brag, lie’s
I m comparatively a kid. But I ,,n the square, un’ be ain’t afraid of
know what Is going on generally In work.”
Oasev Town. There have been no ; rn,at Westlake won approval from
more strikes, for one thing; the dis i ^olly, nn(j ajg0 from Kate Nicholson,
cover!es have all been in the one was patent before breakfast was over
layer and they are gradually working Hie next morning. A buyer came out
out. Keith would rather develop a j froiu Hereford demanding Sandy’s at-
g°od property than a bad one. He | tentlon and he stayed at the ranch
carries his investing clients from one I while the three and Sam went off
proposition to another. He never has | saddleback. Westlake had expressed
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lots of It. Now,
start wildcattlng?
stung somewhere.
money und he has
has made money—
then, why does he
1 believe he’s heen
I know lie’s heen
fooling with oil stocks. His mail’s
full of it. And I believe lie's been
bitten by the other fellow’s game
instead of sticking to his own.”
‘ It’s heen done befo’.”
“But that isn’t all.” Westlake
brought down his right fist into the
palm of Ids left hand • for emphasis.
“Yesterday they closed up the stupes
in the Molly. Boarded ’em over. This
was done without consulting me. 1
heard of it after 1 had walked out of
Keith’s office, resigned, or tired.
“Now, then there’s no gold left
hack of the boarding in those stopes—
practically none! The Molly Is played
out, picked like n walnut of its meat!
If they do develop down to the sec-
ond porphyry level they won’t find
anything to pay for the work. They
have taken all the sylvanite out of
your mine and Keith is trying to
cover up the fact.”
Westlake stopped and eyed them.
Sandy’s eyes closed slightly.
“Keith can't help the mine peterin’
out,” he Raid. “Jest why is he hidin’
itV So’s he can unload?”
“Plain enough. Now the Molly
mine stock isn’t or. the market. It Is
all owned, as I understand, by Miss
Casey and you three holding the con-
trolling in crest Keith the rest. It’s
heen paying dividends from the start.
Keith will try to unload. He may try
to sell it to you.”
“Not likely. He doesn’t expect us
to have the money. We haven’t. I
take It he can’t dump ’em In a hurry.
That’s why lie’s hoardin' the stopes.
If he don't trail over here In a day
cr so I’ll shack over to Casey Town
fo’ a li’l chat. Much obliged to you,
Westlake."
Westlake nodded. He understood
that quiet drawl of Sandy's. If the
li’l chat came off, Keith would not
enjoy himself, he fancied.
“The question is what mere to
make an* when to make It. ff Molly
Is one thing she Is game. We’ve got
a good deal out of the mine an’ It’s
all come so far from the .sale of gold
to the mint, 1 take It. We don't dabblo
u desire to see the ranch and Molly
had volunteered to display her own
renewed knowledge of it. The buyer
looked at the Three Star stock with
export eyes and made bids that were
highly satisfactory.
“Better beef, better prices, that’s
the modern slogan,” he said- at the
noon meal with Sandy and Mormon.
“I see you believe in it. 1 heard some
talk In Hereford this morning of
trouble iit one ranch not far from here.
A horse ranch run by a man named
IMImsnll. Waterline ranch, 1 think
they call it. I have a coimnlssloi
from a man In Chicago to look u|
some horses for him and I had heart’
of IMImsoll before, not over favorably.
I understand he lr not fussy over
brands.”
“He’s got a big herd," said Sandy
noncoimnitally. “Claims to round up
slick-ears— wild havvsses. What was
the trouble?"
“General row among the crowd, fnr
as l could make o*ut. IMImsoll shot
at one of his men named Wyatt, I
believe, and started to run him off
the ranch. There were sides taken
and shots fired.”
“News to me," said Sandy. Tie was
not especially Interested in Waterline
happenings so long as IMImsoll re-
mained set. The buyer left and the
rest of the day went slowly.
When the quartet returned, Molly
and Westlake were obviously more
than mere acquaintances. Sandy felt
out of the running, though Molly held
him Id the conversation.
Miranda Bailey, driving over, cre-
ated n welcome diversion.
"I’ve brought n telegram out for
you, Mr. Westlake,” she said.
The engineer read It and passed It
to Molly. Sandy saw her face glow.
"That’s fine!" she exclaimed. “But
It means you’ve got to go. I'm sorry
for that."
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