Evening Star Newspaper, January 11, 1931, Page 71

E U ’ 5 Features Magasine 24 PAGES. 1931. D. C; JANUARY 11, WASHINGTON, The Southwest’s Lost Fldorado In the Fastness of the Guadalupe Mountains Lies a Rich Vein of Gold—Old Ben Subletf Found It and It Made Him Famous—But His Secret Died With Him—Many Have Sought the Treasure—Another Party Is on Its Trail—But It Still Defies Discovery. e ks B8 L g Sundey Magasine by Stockvon Mulford bl Drawn for The Star's gold, old Ben Sublett was the most picturesq Frank Dob “Coronado s Of all the seekers for the Guadalu 1e, ] and By s Selection for Februari ild iterary Gu The L ”»” s Children, ” “A Vaquero of the Brush Country Author of 'HEY drank. Thaych.eud. They drani again. Then between drinks Old Ben wen§ out to his buckboard and brought in a small T He laughed at them and carried a gun only for ‘tains, returning only to work long enough to element in the memorials of the Southwestern meat. Trip after trip he made into the moun HE tradition of gold in the Guadalupe birthright, their tribal name an inseparable 4 %8 Drink all you can hold. I have at last found the richest gold mine in the world. !unblmdspdmotmm Hemnotgreedylorricha. The golden secret that he bore in his breast—Ilike the hide den light of the “Lantern Bearers”—and the notoriety that the secret brought meant more to him than any amount of taxable properties. He had a kind of hunger for fame. Humah cueunuyandhemadmmgtorm “drink all you want. TR R ELT 3 m m wu mmm : m wmwfim mm Wm m m WWN mmmm mmm mmeWm mmm T mwmmmm mmm w mmmmmmwmmx mw i gy 3 g, a2d llil’l. He moved them over to Odessa, where there were & few saloons, but no churches; where & little to the direct needs of his children. women were scarce and where the click of six- shooters synchronized with the click of spurs. canyons Up §ruiyl .mww mmw 8 mwmmmmmu mwmmw it mwmummmm mwmunmmm i1 mmuuu.wmwm tookhhSduewlt.hhlm. Inflmet,hq ‘There the bl.biel. £ i picturesque and has become most famous. Like prospect in the Rocky Mountains. But, unlike the much besung Joe Bowers, he went west from Missouri—“yes, all the way from Pike"—