Evening Star Newspaper, September 25, 1923, Page 19

e e e e AERETIE O RGNS (Copyright, 1922, by Times-Mizzor v (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) ! “Quick, Hawkins!" he ordered | savagoly, “food and blankets, or I go | as I am! | Hawkins saw the desperate earnest- | ness of the frantte Pete, and made | haste to get what he could together | for the trip. . Scarcely thirty minutes from the| reading of the letter, Pete found him- self once more ready for the trail. In his rush he paused on the door sill long enough only to shout final in- “structions and-a hurried good-bye, | ay here until you see my signal | lights. Hold out with guns against | all ‘hell till 1 Signal.” he cried as he | quickly hurled his light pack to- his | Dack .grasped a pair of snowshoesi under his arm—things he had never | used—and then, with a fling of his - &ht hand high in the air, made oft | ¥\lirectly away from the gentle slopes | © that meant twenty miles o and plunged over the, ¢'for the jagged steep peril | him from the Dead nly eight miles away. CHAPTER XVII The sun was already dipping into a bed of amber fleeced Pete bggan his mad rush down the mountainside. He had hardly passed over the ridge beyond the view of | 2nxious eyes from the trapper's cabin that had served so well as a refuge | for Hawkins and Tam when he was | intently. By E. MANCHESTER BODDY Press. Drinted by arrangement Newspaper Service) . sl |bottom of the gulch below. clouds when |t . THE EVENING The Yellow Trail g! g —_—— | ¥ however, he finally dipped over the miniature summit, and started once more down the precipitous side of the main mountain. For an hour he traveled thus, com- ing always closer and closer to the | The alr seemed heavier as he de- scended, and when at length he brought up sharp against & protrud- ing bowlder, he deliberately sed | for the first time, and lay. motionless, as though suddenly afraid to rush on. | Something like the feeling he had | experienced when approaching cahsms | encountered on hikes in his native mountains of California now, and even through the inky blackness of night he could feel the Presence of a yawning space before { m. - Instinct of the guiding hand of | fate—something, rate—took from Pete that instant the spirit of reckless abandon that had impelled | im to undertake the mad plunge, and caused him to arise guardedly 0 his feet and secure himself behind | the spear of granite aga t had fallen. Then strai to see into the darkness, he cautious- 1y clambered to the side of his pro- fon, and tried to follow the shadow now. It ended abruptl tell whither there his hands p! ! surface of the roci nd he tore off a small loose fragment his _he itched out before him and listened But he heard not a sound. seized him he stood r the rough vented his mad plunge down, he knew not where. : An Instant morc and Pete flung the flaming mass far out hefor® him, and watched it descend down-—down —until it looked like a m#teor in the digtance. H:lplessly he’ leaned against the bowlder, and watcred the ball of fire pass from his view £ ‘Suddenly there came. from the re: gions below a dull boom, and he knew a cartidge in the burning ball had exploded, as crash after crash followed, all echoes from the lone explosion, making their noisy way out of the gulch. During his many quiet days at the |- Dead Horse mine Pete had studied the country about with an interest inspired not by its grandeur alon but essentially because of a premon tion that it would be his battleground in times to come. As he listened to the reverberations he tried to fix his location in his mind; to recall the gulch, and determine’ if possible its location in relation to thé mine. He hesitated long between staying where he was and skirting the edge of the slippery cliff for a place to descend; his better judgment advised the former, counseled him to spread his blankefs and rest until daylight showed him hte way. thought of those behind in the trap- per's cabin, and of the scheming ras: cals who had snatched victory from his very hands and were already, per- hap: dividing the spoils between them. His thoughts jumped for a moment to San Francisco. What 8 mess would greet Judge Stivers there If the judge had written the letter to Tam, he certainly had not signed it The cunningness and tricker; thing, if the letter was indeed a forg: ery, but emphasized the éfficiency of Houston and his henchmen on the coast, he reasoned, and new anget welled within him as the possibilities of defeat at the hands of this same gang loomed. he shouted aloud, Hours, even min- utes ate precious!” He knew he could not wait for daylight, and, the very thought of looking from 'his perc high on the mountain side, looking in all probability down upon hi mies traveling through the gulch be- low, with a deed to the mine, as well 8s gold from its rich veins, sickened him, and he knew it was now—this night—or never. e cut more from his Woolen shirt, winding the cloth about the remain- der of the plastic candle wax, until he had a taper-like . torch nearly a foot in length. Lighting this, he grasped it near the flame, to prevent its’ burning faster than needed, and started hacking holes in the frozen 1 of the | ¢ cexaon sk N . snow along the edge of the cliff. Progress was slow and tedious, as he carefully dug each hol, putting his foot testingly into it to' make certain that & foundation had ‘been reached that would bear his weigtat, before he trusted himself to proceeg. The waxed wool burnec'all too rap- and its fast disappdaring light ened Pete's activity beyond the point of safety.” Yet he rushed on, never faltering, and alwaves mutte; ing to himself meaninglesst’ words as though to keep the goddess of fate between him and the cliff. Once the absurdity of tthe muttering .occurred to him; but he had started it with the first hole, and dared not discoutinue it untll the end. As he worked his way from hole to hole he felt the com- pelling pull of the'abyss by his side, much, he recalled, as he had felt the silent tug and pull of the tide, when swimming at night in the bay at home. As he swam against the tide then, 50 he shaped his tracks ageinst the pull now, and felt, with increas- ing hope, its diminishing force as he made his way. At length it seemed to leave him altogether. and he made more boldly for the cliff. With his It In the Subject Tuesday Evening The Second of This Great 5 Series of 12 FREE LECTURES. Practical I;-ychology b Harriet Luella SEPTEMBER 25, 1923, last two inches of burning wool and candle grease he crawled to the very rdge and looked for the cguse of the relaxing of the pull he had felt so fong. His muttering increased almost to,a jabber of, delight at what he saw a ‘gradual incline, a place where thc cliff jutted off at right angles to it- self, it seemed, lay there before him. He ‘could scarcely see more than a dozen feet, yst he took to the slight hope that even this twelve feet might on-the first few feet of the escent, in order to allow his eyes once mors lead him to still slope, and started once more to de- scend. It was again all black lflld uncer- its fading, another giracdual it became necessary for him, to waste precious minutes there ness abouti him. craw! it of bis aright. IKE their surroundings, the apartments in Klingle Man- sions impress you with their airiness. Large, well ventilated, sunny rooms with ample closet space, harmoniously finished throughout. A real kitchen—not a kitchenette —~where you can cook a meal, and there’s generous cupboard space You will find in these apartments beauty, comfort and fire-safety, con- forming to the highest standard of living. Housekeeping apartments of two and threcirooms, renting from $50 to $9), are available for occupancy. to become accustomed to the black- Foot by foot hs letting himself slip from one niche to another, trusting to in- stinet and chance to guide his course (Continued th Tomorrow's Star.) First Conpeg-l.fional Church brought to a sharp realization of the | Perhaps it had fallen in soft snow. desperateness of his undertaking. Almost with his first steps his feet slipped out from under him, and only ; Y jabbing the pointed ends of his snowshoes into the frozen crust over which he slid, was he able to check * the kpeed of his descent. Never en- % tirely regaining a standing position he half ran, half rolled to the first row strip of el ground, far down the ste®p in- cline from his starting point The force of h 1. S deep into the drift, a 3 rendering his snowshoes finally able to -emerge and again. As he descended lower and lower into he valley the darkness increased in in ty, and not even the shadow ilight came to aid him in ad- himself to the inténse black- Time after time he bu ted full info projecting mes falling over nd plunging through air, not know ng if he would 11 on splinters of ; rocks far below, or alight again on oft snow close beneath him Hazardous the rapid des- 2 cent, he at least felt himself moving | ? toward encountered bulges of s * against him he found bitterly slow. Time and ag vould come upon these seem to reach the summit his grip and roll bottom. Or if hi slopes was steady he would be seized with a panic he had reversed his course in darkness and was making back over ‘he steep incline of the mountain hich he had descended. Each time. his 1. It was the adverse slopes « ridges that ros when he tha start | er he reasoned. . after |the same result | Impatient ut the baflling somehting that held him powerless to move, he |again called desperatel He couldn’t have heard He tried another-—with | in the past. tought of a e e | | He remembered the crammed into his poc s before. just pre ing his entrance linto the tunnel of the Dead Horse mine. Hope, always so ready to join with ' desir hand ¥ to the pockets of his fur co: difficulty he unbuttoned the 1 flap: and ran his fi ers over the { collection of art that remained. The candl were there—but hope- 1y broken and molded iinto a pastelike mass agains | le: of his coat lining. Undis- he drew the m: forth and t on the shelf in the rock made by the removal of the first frag- | ments he had thrown into the dark- | ness. Next he unbuttoned his coat, |and did as he had seen the halfbreed | {do & week before, cut the tails from [his woolen shirt. | Taking fully a third of the matted { | candles, he made up a small bundle | ‘nf wax and cing nearly al dozen leaded from his belt | into the center of it A moment | more and he had it tied securely by means of a portion of lace taken from Touching a match to the he held it long in his, until the entire ball of dull red flame. | first flare of the ligh he looked with horror upon the brin of a sheer cliff before him, and real ized that only miraculous fate in the shape of projecting granite had pre- ket. days the This photo of Prasident Harding was taken just before e became ill. His face shows the sirain that was breaking bim dowr. Shall We Kill All Our Presidents? “The wasteful, sad “sacrifice of the 29th President renders it necessary in the name of humanity, that the American people smite this vicious system and destroy it forever.” So says Will H. 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