New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 5, 1923, Page 5

e e st BEGIN lll'.l. TODAY JOHN HANNON, wealthy raneh owner, his blind wife BELLE, and their beautiful daughter, VAL, live happily together in Hannon's wen- | derful ranch home, Paradise, Red. r I8 the king of the Red Brood of horses owned by the master of' the ranch, In a game at HUNNE. WELL'S store, VELANTRIE from the Horder wins LOLA HANCHEZ, who offers herself as stake for LRIDEMAN, man of mystery, Ve lantrie sends Lola home to her father, At the Fourth of July celebration danee Lolu challenges Velantrie to dance with her, A young suitor of Lola's, In a fit of jealousy, shoots at Velantrie, Val drops & hand on the boy's shoulder in time o cause the bullet to go astray, Velantrie asks Val to shake hands with lllT. GO ON WITH THE STORY “Dad, said the girl straightly “what's up?" “A lot," he answered grimly, “this damn country’ll say no more that John Hannon's agle works—that he don't Jose no stock.” Val's hands on the pommel denly gripped hard, “What?"' she sald, ‘What's happened ?" “Rustlers,” he sald, Redstar's gone."” Slowly she slid out of her saddle. Slowly the color drained from her dusky cheeks, leaving them ashen, fhe stood for a moment leaning wsgainst Redcloud, as if her knees had run to water, Then she went drunkenly toward the broad stone step and dropped upon it. She covered her face with her hands and sat still as the dead. She did not sob and no tears crept through her shaking fingers, She felt as if aknife had been driven deep into her heart—she could not breathe. and her throat ached. John Hannon stood and watched her, his face working. “Buck up,” he said at last sharply, “are you my daughter?” “Yes, sir,”” she answered “'yes—sir."” “Then be a man.” The girl rose unsteadily and turned her gray face toward the house—but every nerve in her was crying with her loss. sud- . “come on, “at last, Th' thickly; CHAPTER IX. The Light of Dawning Fires. Paradise hummed like a hive bees. Perly and Siff were all saddling up' and tilting out, twin Galahads, on Redstar's trail, but Briston put a stop to that in his sane and quiet way. ‘You ain’t noways sure that you could get him, once yuh found him, fer whoever took him knows all about him, you can bet on that, an’ ain't a-takin’ no chances on losin’ him. An’ furthermore, he didn't leave no trail.” Which last was very true. Neither Redstar nor those who took him had left the faintest trace of their flight, though the theft had been committed from the very heart of Paradise itself, from the smali corral behind the big one in which the king was always locked at night. “Wrapped his feet,” said the boss briefly and grimly, ‘an’ tied his nose, mebby, so's he wouldwt make no noise.” “But for th’ love of said Perly, miserably, ‘“where was them worthless vaqueros, Jose ‘an’ Arlas an’ Miguel? An’ where were you?" The boss looked hard at his rider, but the boy's eyes were only earnest and concerned. “Th’ boys was all here—asleep I suppose, though Jose was supposed t' be on guard, That’s what a man gets by trustin’ his help too damned much.” Jose, meek and _quiet, his dark eyes downcast, passed at that moment and heard thé biting words, but his gentle brown face did not change. “An’ as for me,” went on John Hannon, “I slept like a log an' never heard a hoof.” There were many days thereafter when Val drooped about the deep rooms like a wilted flower, sick with the first grief of her life. And Belle Hannon became the comforter, the martial staff of courage. The sweet and gentle woman was aflame with anger. All her pride in Hannon su- premacy, all her love for the master of Paradise, were outraged and aroused. “Val,” she said to the girl, “T know you are suffering with the loss, that you loved: Rédstatr—but think of your father. “It you are sick over this what do’ you think he feels? He who is so proud, who has been set apart like, who has been invincible! While others lost on every side he has been of fog Pete, John,” e NEW BRITAIN DA !“' invielate, None dared to strike at Paradise hefo Now the invineibil- ity is broken, He has been in» sulted like any ecommeon rancher, the thing he prized above all his pos- sessions stolen from his very door! We must bo brave for his sake, so don't let him see you fret like this' And Val knew she must conquer the feeling sooner or later, and’ she began to long for the romlnrlln.| HE HELD THE GIRL'S HANlh AND LOOKED AT THE MAN AND HIS GENTLE EYES WERE I)EEI" WITH TROUBLE. v peace of Refugio and Father Hillaire, | 8o at last, on a golden day when the little winds were still and soft white clouds floated lazily in the high | blue vault, she saddled the gelding and went away. | And then she rode to the gate of Refugio where Father Hillaire stood, | though with so strange a trouble on his face that she forgot her own. She swung from her saddle to take his hand, searching his features. | without volition their )undl clasped lask yoy who she was—for she saved then, ever his shabby shoulder, .h looked once more Inte the face lof $he black-haired stranger, for Ve isntrie stood beside the table in the padre's garden, Hut Pather iillaire moved between | them and drew her eyes to his own, “My daughter,” he whispered. net mention loss or trouble here,” Wonderingly Val nodded and fol. lowed him in along the wall whilet | Bonifaclo took her ‘rein and led her | {horse away, Many times in His long life hudk Pather Hillaire sood between twa ! fires, and searched his good heart for the better thing te do He stood there now as he led Val Hannon to face the man at the tahle, What vital things might happen from this hour—what staring truths| slip out to unieash tragedy! He held the girl's hand and looked at the man, and his gentle eyes were deep with trouble, “My son," he said at last, “this h Val Hannon, the sweetest, truest thing in woman flesh 1 ever known, except her mother," The girl flushed and turned her dark eyes up to him, “And this, Val," he said, taking| the stranger's hand to place her own therein, “is Don Velantrie, stranger to the rangeland, sometime of the Border,” The two young creatures did not smile, for gravity emed to walt upon their meetings, Instead they | luoked into each other's eyes with a breathless seoming of intensity, and cageely. Father Hillaire, wise in the reading of signs, saw that look of dawning wonder, and his heart contracted, “We've met before, padre,” sald Velantrie, quietly, *I am glad to say, for if we hadn't I should not be here this hour,” And he smiled then, straight down at Val, while his two blue eyes studied hers, first one and then the other, The girl drew her hand away and with a word of excuse passed on into the house to find Josephina. “ Velantrie turned and looked after her. When she was gone from sight he looked at Fhather Hillaire, “Padre,” he said gravely, “that's why I came to Refugerio today—to my life at the dance at Santa Le. andra."” And he proceeded to tell him of that wild hour and its culmination. “It was splendid action,” he fin- ished admiringly, “swift and keen and timed to the second. If she were a man she’d be a good rider, a good She Perfect Shor.te_nin You SAY ONE ‘MAID TO OFFER TODAY L AND SHE WON’'T TAKE A PLACE WHERE THEY M CHILDREN- ALLRIGHT VkL sl CALL DP AGAIN ~ GUESY MILLYS GETTING LONESOME FOR Me. JUST BOUGHT TWO The A-B-C Paper with the A-B-C Want Ads Y NOW -1 [N SHOW TONIGHT=1LL CALL HER UP WAO_MILLY - HOW ABOUT TAUNG INA SHOW TONIGHT? OH, I S0 50RAY SN\, |fower of the rangeland, glad, t, | sweet heart, tears from eyes," 3 . ' CASTORIA For Infants and Children hUulorMSOYm ‘ hnni leser and a good shot,” “She is all three," said the priest, and with a sigh he gazed out across the spreading plains toward the south, Presently he seemed to come back from the Infinitude of that far gasze and smiled at Velantrie, a sad erink- ling of his features. “My son, he sald, “she Is the whole- some, high souled, born to peace and the ewen way of honor and of hap- piness, 1'd iay down this old hody of mine to keep sorrow from her her pretty Velantrie stirred, fddled with s hat brim on the table and reached into the pocket of his flannel shirt for a clgarette, “Her face has haunted me since 1| first looked up and saw her with her land on the boy's shoulder and her eyes blazing-—haunted me with an cdd familiarity, as If somewhere, | sometime, I had seen those clean-cut ! features, those narrowed, lighted eyes, I have puzzled over it ever since, padre, Where have T seen this girl 2" “You have not seen her,” said| Father Hillaire quickly, “for I have known her from birth and she has never been beyond Santa Leandra to| the north and west, a day's ride south, And you are new to this| country, You have never seen her, | my son. | Fond as' Father Hillalre was of the | man before him'there was in his| voice a subtle note of warning, and | Velantrie caught it instantly, His| dark facs flushed and he rose grace- fully and held out his hand. “I know, padre,” he said straightly, “I know, It is not for Velantrie— ‘someone of the Border'—forsworn to 8uU MASH FEED Don't take chances..if you want heavier tory hatches and strong, vigorous, healthy is made in New WIRTHMORE. 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