The Supply Republican (Supply, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 17, 1924 Page: 3 of 8
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THE REPUBLICAN, SUPPLY, OKLAHOMA
GIFT OF THE DESERT
CHAPTER XII—Continued.
—12—
"It must have been: the old Mexi-
can camp wns south there In that can-
yon where I tohl you the cavalrymen
were waiting tonight. I am beginning
to understand what Is up—or. at least,
suspect what all this nay mean.
Someone has accidentally stumbled
onto this old mine. I don’t believe the
discoverer could he either Bob or Gar-
rlty. But In some way they got wind
of It and have taken "msaeaslon. This
munition train, supposed to be headed
for Mexico, stops here. Casehee
don't know what's up, and don’t cure.
He gets tils money Just the same, with
less traveling and danger. Maybe he
asks no questions; maybe he knows
what’s up and Is In on the deal. Any-
way. under orders, he dumps the stuff
—imwder. dynamite, whatever It Is—
and hustles It out of sight Into that
cabin. Before dnylight comes his
mule train la hnck again cn the des-
ert empty, traveling north."
“And there Is nothing you can do.
Is there?” she asked. "It la no crime
to discover and work n mine?”
“No—only, perhaps, that dead man
you tell me about; murder la still a
crime, even on this border. There Is
something ahout this nltulr which Isn't
straight; otherwise Garrlty ami Bob
Meager wouldn't be In It. Those guys
are pluylng dirt somehow—It Is up
to nte to find out how.”
Kelleen stood up, advancing to the
very edge of the Hut rock, where he
could look straight dowu Into the deep
depression below.
"There Is no movement down there.
Cnseheer’s outfit Is uot onto the
scheme; after they go that stuff will
all he carried Into the tunnel. Meager
will never dare leave It out yonder.”
“WTint’s the place called where the
soldiers are?”
"Box canyon—why?”
"I was wondering—"
A sharp spit of fire lenp"d out of
the night beyond the horRes, accom-
panied by a dull report. The startled
animals whirled and disappeared In
the dnrkness, but Deborah saw only
Kelleen, poised there on the edge of
the chasm—saw him fling up both
hands, clutching vainly at the air, and
then topple over, down Into those
yawning depths below. She could not
even scream, but some Irresistible In-
stinct caused her Instantly to roll
back from off the stone Into the slight
depression at Its base. In the black
darkness of this shallow hole she lay
motionless, scarcely venturing to
breathe. In het fright and dnr.e she
yet comprehended all that had oc-
curred ; the ahot had come not front
beneath, but out of the desert. Kel-
leeti had been killed, the ItorseB stam-
peded; she was unhurt, but alone.
It was all over so quickly the situa-
tion bn.ely flashed through her brain,
before a voice spoke, a voice futuiliur
and hated.
"By G—d, that got him! Did you
see how l|e toppled plumb over the
cliff? That settles bis spying on us,
I reckon."
"Si. senor; but I would swesf there
was two of them there,
“ "ou saw two?”
"No; only the one standing against
the light, the Sene" 'Kid.' I know
him; nut T thought he spoke, nnd
sure, senor, there were two horses.
"Of course, he stole mine. I had
a shot nt him then; but there Is no
one else here. D—n you, look for
your-Mf, Sanchez.! This rock Is clean
as a billiard table, and there's no
place to hide. Where the h—I do you
suppose those broncs went?"
•‘We And ’em when the day comes;
they not fo far In the desert, senor.
Where the ‘Kid’ full—here?"
Dehorah realized that the Mexican
had clambered onto the flat top of the
rock, and was oeerlng down over the
edge, while Meager remained on the
sand. Impatiently moving about.
“Well, what do you see?" be barked
finally.
"Not me d—n thing, senor- black
like h—I down there—he no live after
that."
Meager laughed chuckllngly.
"I’ll say he couldn't; not even If he
was a cat. There ain't no use our
hanging round here. That guy Is out
of the way. and we’ll pick him up nn'
plant Mm. after these others clear out.
Cnseheer's outfit must he through by
this time. Co on down and start back.
You paid him?"
“SI. senor; he never unloan till I
do; he what sou call ‘hnrd-boll.’"
"He’s hard-boiled, nil right, but by
G—d. lie’s got to hold his d—n tongue
over this dealt I'll go on down with
you nnd have a final word with him.
I'll tell that guy something he’ll not
forget. Come on; there's nothing
more for us to do up here."
The frightened girl, crushed Into
the shallow hole, half beneath the
shadowing rock, dare not stir for some
time. The men might deride to re-
turn; some dim suspicion might enter
their minds, causing them to retrace
their steps. She could see nothing,
her fuce pressed hard against the
sand, und the sound of the two died
away quickly, At last, unable to re-
By Randall Parrish
Ccmi|hi by A C McOuig £ Ce
main in that posture longer, she cau-
tiously lifted her head and guzed
ahout Into the darkness. There was
nothing to be seen or heard, and she
finally struggled to her feel, clinging
to the rook edge for support. It was
all pluin enough, yet she could not
seem to think clearly, and her Itmha
were so weak they would scarcely sup-
port her body. Kelleen hud been
killed, murdered. Meager had crept
up-In the dark, and shot the man down
In cold blood as he stood silhouetted
against that gleam of fire. The victim
had toppled over the cliff, and. If not
already deud from the bullet, must
have been crushed Into pulp oo the
rocks below.
These facta came home more nnd
more visibly to the girl's mind. She
had escaped discovery us by a miracle,
and yet to vvliat end? She was alone,
lost, without either horse or weapon
to aid her In escape. Both animals
had disappeared In the desert night,
her .evolver had gone down with Kel-
leen. But one slender bit of fortune
remained—her presence there was
still unsuspected. The man whose
discovery she had most reason to
dread let believed her back at the
ranch, hiding from him behind locked
doors, but helpless to escape his re-
turn. How she had over evaded his
recognition was a mystery, yet. thunk
God! she had; nnd this fact alone
gnve her a slender rhnnee.
Assured nt last that the men had
really departed, a measure of strength
returning a. she moved her limbs and
faced the realities. Deborah crept
hack upon the flat surface of the rock,
nnd gnzed frightened into those dizzy
depths below. It was like a night-
mnre. the horrid memory whlqh haunt-
ed her of Kelleen’s body whirling
down through that glare of red light.
But by then the light hud faded, the
dlstnnt fire having died down to red
nsh. and her eyes were unable to
penetrnte the gloom beneath. She
stared Into a black void, seeing no
movement, hearing no sound. The
nwful silence and lonellnesB crushed
her spirit.
What could she do? Where could
she go? Not to those men there In
the valley surely; not to Boh Meager,
asking for mercy and release. He
was Impossible; her hitter hatred of
him more Intense than ever. To all
the wrong done her In the pnst wns
added now this brutal murder of Dan-
iel Kelleen—nnd suddenly, unexpect-
edly the glr' realized what this last
meant to her. She refused to nc-
Knowledge the truth, fought It hack
there alone In the darkness, yet It
would not be altogether Ignored. Dan-
iel Kelleen was dead—gone from out
her life forever—and there came Into
her heart a desire for revenge, a mad
impulse to fitly punish the murderer.
She longed to become the Instrument
to prove her loyulty to him by action.
Yet how? What was It possible for
her to do?
She stured helplessly ahout Into the
dense blackness of the desert, and up
at the desert stars overhead her mind
obsessed with these questions. It was
no longer herself so much ns the
aroused memory of him. She would
carry on hlr work; she must nt what-
ever cost. But how? The cavalry-
men stationed nt Box canyon! They
were wnltlng for the approach of
Cnseheer's ^utfit. or else some word
of command from Kelleen. They
could not lie far away over there—to
the south lie said, nnd he had pointed
In thnt direction. The stars would
help her to keep the points of the
compass until dnylight came, and then
surely she could discern something
else to steer her course hy. She must
go on foot, straight out Into the des-
ert ; there might not he one chtlnce In
a hundred of her going right—yet the
one chance wns better than remaining
there for Boh Meager to find her. She
would rather die miserably in the sand
waste thnn feel that wretch touch her
again; God. yes. the kiss of Death
would he sweet, compared to the touch
of his Ups. She shuddered at the
thought. Ills wife! the subject of Ids
foul caresses; helpless to repel his
lust, his hrutnl bestiality. She would
make the trail; she would go south.
This was hII that her mind grasped
clearly—the soldiers were ramped nt
Box canyon, nnd Box canyon was
somewhere out there to the south-
ward. To reach them wns her only
hope.
She stood up and studied the sky.
She knew so little of those stars they
frightened and confused her In their
desert brilliancy, und yet she remem-
bered eno: gh to meet her Immediate
needs. The Big Dipper was easily
found, and then the North Star. She
must he right, for Kelleen had pointed
over there, nnd the direction he had
designated coincided exactly with
what the stars told. She could not go
far wrong If she kepi that North
Star at her back—she would he going
south. A moment she paused, hesi-
tating to lake the plunge, h prayer
on her lips. How lo«ely. desolate,
black the night was; the vpry silence
seemed to <tetu her in, Isolute her from
all the world. Then, with flrm-«et
lips, the girl went forward, plunging
her way through the sand. Instantly
swallowed up In the Mark desert.
She plunged on recklessly, desper-
ately, hope dying within her ns she
advanced. Nothing could guide her
now, or save her, but God's mercy.
The soundless void through which she
moved, the impenetrable black curtain
enveloping her almost drove her mad.
She could not fight the depression or
keep her mind clear. The sand shifted
under her feet and twice she fell
heavily, tripped hy some protruding
rock, and left bruised and breathless.
Her advance wns blind, uncertain, and
she scarcely dared turn her face for-
ward for fear of losing the guidance
of thut one stnr by which she endeav-
ored to steer. She was lost utterly,
hut for that, and, w hen for a moment
her eyes struyed everything been my
confuted, her every sense of direction
gone. How long she toiled on. how
fast her rate of progress, the girl
never knew—the way • w-as uneven,
with unexpected depressions here and
there, und ridges of rock projecting
through the snnd, and occasionally
mounds she hud to go around. Once
she encountered a slmllo ravine,
stepping off into It unconsciously, nnd
then crawling painfully up the oppo-
site side, cut hy sharp splinters of
stone, before attaining the level again.
For the moment she lost her stnr. hut
finally located It once more, and
plunged desperntely on.
Then she saw something Just ahead
of her—a dim. Indefinable shadow,
which seemed to move. It wns so
hideous, so grotesque i.nd shapeless,
her very heart stood still with terror.
The glr! sank to her knees, trembling,
with no eyes for anything except that
mysterious moving object. Misshapen,
huge, looming oddly through the
gloom. It was advancing steadily
toward her—a formless something
which resembled neither man nor beast.
wan nnd spectral at first, widening
her vista on * gray circle as the stars
slowly faded from out n multicolored
sky. Tj the left n -Tightening whits
light she: up In long streamers, touch-
ing with more gaudy tinges the edges
of fleecy clouds, while la the other di-
rection a purple haze blended with the
deeper shadows along the horizon. It
was the coining of the sun. rising ma-
jestically shove the far-off rliu of the
desert, and she was still moving
southward; through the * long night
hours she had kept die faith.
Yet there was little of hope, of en-
couragement. In the picture unrolled
before lief. Her view gradually spread
out iii wider and wider circle, tiut
wltu no relief to Its dr ar sameness
or monotony. Sand, leagues u|x>n
leagues of snnd, stretched wherever
her wearied eyes turned, leveled hy
the wind, or cast upward In rounded
hillocks, but ever gray, depressing, a
sen of desolation, dead, immovable, ex-
tending to the fur circle of the over-
shadowing arch of sky. It was all
lifeless, not even a sagebrush or Span-
ish bayonet visible. Doubts assailed
her. Had she takei the right coursef
Did Kelleen Imply that Bo- canyon
lay directly south und had she been
led astray and thus wandered blindly
out Into the very heart of the desert?
Could she. could the horse live
through such a day of torture us thnt
rising sun promised? Helpless, hope-
less. the girl drooped down wearily In
the saddle, closing her eyes to the
desolation They plodded on drearily,
her mind n chaos, haunted by every
memory of horror arising from thus#
swift-occurring even's which hnd led
to this tnuedy. Her forcible mar-
rlnge to Bob Meager, the hitter hntred
Ills touch had aroused, h'. drunken,
CHAPTER XII!
FROM PERSONAL
EXPERIENCE
Mrs. Bradford Recommends Lydia
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During tne Change
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If you are suffering from nervous
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Why does the baby who talks so
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The Border Patrol.
Deborah rose timidly to her feet,
her henrt beginning to bent once more,
hut not with fear. Forth from the
darkness came the low wlilnney of a
horse In sudden recognition, while n«
Instantly that horrid shadow took
both shnpe nnd form. It was a horse,
snddled, bridled, the rein trailing
nlong the sand, one cf the two animals
stampeded hy the shot which had
killed Kelleen. He tad sensed her
coming In the desert night, nnd was
even then dumbly welcoming her. The
girl went forward slowly, doubtfully,
fearful of ngutn startling the animal
Into flight, hut he remained quiet
sniffing nt her ns she drew near, and
she finally put hiinij on the dangling
rein. It was the horse Kelleen had
ridden, nnd Deborah hid her face In
Ills mane and cried softly, while he
turned nnd ruhhed Ills muzzle nguinst
her shoulder In silent greeting,
seemed too good to he true; as though
God had led her every step of the
way. The sudden reaction left her
weak ns a child. »
Yet she must go on; there was more
cause now thnn ever before to go on—
more hope of success. She made the
effort twice before she succeeded In
dragging herself up Into the saddle,
hut the horse stood pntlentl.v, making
no attempt to break away. Once there
the girl's strength came hack, and
with It her determination, j^i was
still, deathly still ; not a breath of air
touched her cheek; the dense night
shut them In. Carefully she located
the only stnr she knew; to her mind
it seemed utterly wrong In Its posi-
tion. yet she was faithful to It. Half
afraid, yet not during lo venture other,
wise, she drew the horse ahout and
rode south.
The night seemed endless, the hlnck
desert eternal. There were times
when the girl lost consciousness of ev-
erything, except that shining North
Star ever at her buck. It was her one
guide and hope; through It she re-
tained sanity and faith. In that way
lay Box canyon and those waiting
troopers. She dare not ride fast,
knowing not what oltfalls were ahead,
the course l~regular. up nnd down.
The horse picked Ills way Intelligently,
the reins lying loose, except ns she
occasionally held him Inexorably to
the southward. She swayed wearily
In the saddle, clinging to the high
pommel for support, unable to see,
yet aware that they crossed shallow
ravines, and found passage occasion-
ally along ridges of outcropping rock,
and then advanced more easily for
long spaces over wide expanses of
snnd, noiselessly as n specter. It was
hard to keep awuke. to concentrate,
to remember—she had to struggle to
realize this wns not nil a dream.
Then. after seemingly endless
hours, the daw-n came. Would she
ever again forget It? She hardly
knew at first what It was. Biding
drearily with lowered hern!, she be-
came dimly aware of a change n
♦lightening of the gloom ahout, a dull
gruynesa I Ingel ng faintly the black
wull of the surrounding night Almost
us she wondered the duyli^ht caiue.
with murder In her henrt, the fleeing
like a hunted criminal, desperately
seeking escape. Then the coming ol
Kelleen Into her life, strangely, mys-
teriously weaving about her a weh
of fascination, even as they rode to-
gether through the darkness. 8h«
had lever entirely thrown that off. th*
odd spell of his presence. Ills cool, con-
fident words—she felt she never
would. Even when she questioned him
the most, she still secretly believed;
nnd now thnt he was actually dead,
not so much us 'he flicker of a doubt
remained.
Sl e saw ngnln that dend man In tha
enve; experienced the grip o1 those
savage arms, and once more. In bee's-
less terror. llrVd down the black tun-
nel, and t lien struggled upward
through that awful hole Into the light
of day. Titer, all that followed, fol-
lowed so swiftly, was hut n Jumhls
of events, yet each distinct, unforget-
table, burned on her soul. True! It
could not he true! It must he deli-
rium. a wild fiction oi romance raging
In the brali of a half-mail dreamer.
Yet this was the desert—the desert)
She lifted her eyes to look, gazing out
blindly over the dull gray expanse.
What vns It over yonder? a tree? •
ridge of uplifted rack? Not much,
surely, nnd yet everything In midst
of thut solitude. H°r henrt heat sud-
denly with hope. Perltnps thnt
marked the end; pe*haprf that win
where the trail ran—the t all to Box
canyon. !f so, God "a- good!
The tlreJ horse .Ifted hla head, nnd
whinnied, breaking Into a slow trot,
the sHiid crunching under Ills hoofa,
Deborah wns wide awake now, alert
nno ready. Yet It actnally was a tree,
and the tops of others begun to show
beyond; the.r presence promised wa-
ter, ^russ. life; that horrid desert left
behind. * Yet It was a long, dreary
ride of an inur before they reached
there, coining to u shallow valley
through which trickled a mere rill,
rock s,rewn and almost ns desolatd
as had been the desert Itself, hut with
here and th *re a »>b‘ ’h o' grass vis-
ible, and n few scattered, wind racked
trees. It "us a scene scarcely less
dreary thnn the upper plain, yet to
Deborah end her horse wi>~ most wel-
come.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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