New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 13, 1923, Page 10

NEW BRITAIN DALY HERA™D, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1928, then | “Why should you?™ she answered recog- | 1 need no explanation Your face s I nough for me" she cried. He| Aly Ged!™ roaned He is my | What have | done to LPather Hillaire was “and |Bhave gone long baek!" his| He passed a hand across his eyes wnd addressed Lolo gently | Laio fashed & glance at Val & VENOmOuUs spurt. Arlist niged artist leald hand gripped st his vitals | “Well™ ke mid | Nothing,” said Lolo like 3 eohild Verlly de things rise from the past “But net like mine! like evil ghests, thought the wman. Fambled for and won me That cheap and tawdry kiss, given in Bisster!™ | ihe gaiety of a reckiess moment, came | “Perhaps,” said Val, sharply | back to damn him new in the one | he will know what te do with | woman's exes a8 & worthiess trifier, | possessions.” | What could she think, what could “Lale, little ene,” “Lolo” he asid, “go home—and as Ishe feel but & nauseous revuision, | “tell it al." {1 told you that day, den't try these jeven as he himself felt it! | “What all is there, save that you shameless tricks, | iie looked al Lelo and the sparkle | wen me fair-and-square from Bride- A red flame mounted to the girl's was hard as fintstone in his eyes, |man? [very hair, burning, het, furious | The little visen meant to do the triek | Another long breath lifted Velan. | A wenderful understanding!" she | she had dene, to step beteween and [trie's bhreast, Lole and her kind were (Fied, “great faith and turn Val from him monstrous to him now—hut she was Petween Miss Val Hannen of But to his astonishment Val spoke, & woman and he nad never spoken dise—and-—the Black Rustier! | "Well?" she said, “Velantrie is|harshly te a woman in his life He | beautiful-—mi_Dies: good to all He has given gold to |[turned and looked at Val—and his| And with a swing of many, and a kiss is sign-manual of a|heart leaped at the steady faith which [guirt en the pinto's flanks she A gentle heart.” burned in her eyes, t-- hirled and was gone around the |1€rnOgn sun seemed to rise and dance saddle, did net ‘:“fl' it | The man drew a long breath, held ‘I can explain—" he said, but she |Lroken fringes of Mesa Grande, | gvotesquely, She put out a hand to : it, let it out shoeok her head, | Tir Black Rustier! Hefore \'M'urnudv herself and grasped the empty Rheumatic twinges-ended! The basic cause of most rheumatic pain 15 congesuon Apply Sloans. It Feiaus lates circula, con, Velantrie. worthy! should e A1 said Velantrie © Dol Mead & Compuny i A4 P iy MRS TR R GRS S — confidence - | Para- ‘ Very her braided Ilegrets, remorse, sorrow, they | took hald on him and wrung him | ike tween them | And his head was whirling like a drunkard’'s with the exguis'te memeory of that honest hiss No matter what appened he would aiways have that, s|# priceiess possession And then they reached the bottem | the trail, set deep bhetween huge | GRS shafts of rotting stone, and-—came | ace to face with Lole Sanchez on a| nte peny Dusky as sunset, full.| 2 flower, very heautiful in a | fashion, she sat and leoked or at the man, rather, did not seem to see. (Continued From Issu Sow 1 ‘these stars of ours » the world som “Rut & Mere matis neeks as w our desti twilight as in a fold of drepped bushed the 1 thing and eleq ) d 16 i WS UnAWAres y . | Llown pared . They we , SN Mexicans, a The two handlers to obey the guns Rentucky g tather of mine born And it » masked men racers “So he gun heside a v shot him as he in his trac ear think 1 went mad that Jleaped at the bandit the his horse 1 went cat, 1 carried a knife a kill him with it, but he with his gun butt As 1 fel my face battered to a pulp by the flailing butt, 1 raked him with my clutching fingers—and tore away his mask. | saw his face, just one swift second be- fore the darkness fulling sight blotted it out, und it was a handsome face, middie-aged and cagle-keen, and the long dark eyes that lighted it were hard as steel and terrible, \When I came back to carth we were two dead men and two living ones, tor one of the handlers had been Killed also. The other was a brave chap and he brought me round, helped to gather up the scat- tered horses, and the next day we buried our dead at the foot of the eyes the levels shimmering in the af- Velantrie, quivering In his Ris happine (Continued in Our Next Tssue) mp | 1 from a re m The | she tema refused a ock hen you pack their lunch - in the morning hing for the g min half 11 tried to beut me off REEENN “MISR HANNON" HE EAID “DO YOU KNOW THE SENORITA SAN- CHEZ?" bud of her scarlet mouth broke over bill. There at that unmarked grave I made my oath, and started out to keep it "oy four years [ have searched the earth for a big gray with long dark eyes that glittered with a mad excitement—and some day I shall find him. There was but cne bit of good left me from that bit- terday—The Comet, who loved me hest of all who touched him, would have none of the strangers. “The trainer said he went mad as a lunatic when they tried to take him. Wild, screaming, furious, he charged them full, broke his rope and literal- ly drove them into the sanctuary of the pass—but they took his ;;vntlc‘rl double, the starry-eyed Meteor. Out of the chasms and defiles The Comet | came next day at my ceaseless calling, | came rampant and blowing, and we've | Leen together ever since.” Velantrie ceased, rolled his Pat aimlessly between his fingers and set it back upon his head. He pulled it well down above his eyes and| turned to the girl with his old gentie smile. | “Come, Miss Hannon,” he said, “let} me take you down. The tale is told | —the story finished. Now you know “Velantrie, sometime of the Border, gave and except the fashion of my living. That can be told in a breath. | I hate oppressio In Mexico it thrives appallingly. I have had to travel cease 2 1 have put my hand against every man who Wrongs a helpless one, d I have enjoyed the price. I've made them pay wherever and whenever I could. T have stolen right and left. 1 have kept nothing for myself cept the bread T ate. And always I have searched " searched for The Meteor and the man | who rides him—for I mean to have them both.” He reached for her hand with a firm grip and drew her with him out from the shelter of the council-house to where the horses stood at the steep trail's head. As they paused to mount, Val again put her hand on his shoulder faced “him gravely. “Some da she said soft wide | The muscies in twitched but he held them sternly at his sides The knuckles on his elutched hands shone pearly white with the effort. “No,” he said thickly, the man.” But Val Hannon, her dark eyes dim with honest tears, leaned forward and Kissed him square upon his tight-shut lips. “Some day,” she said with strange conviction, “vou will , come back—to the Church door—and-—to me."” Then they mounted in silence, and | in silence went down the trail to the | levels below. CHAPTER The Viven's “When love, rejected, All ill betide the man. ! Velantrie's soul was chaos. As he| followed Val Hannon down the face | of Mesa Grande a flood of hitter waters rose and drowned his inner| “T am-—not XVI. Heart. | ns to hate, Kipling m::&nkm-:lm-"“. water to pores Imrll’kifl nl[ou'-wnn.enh-ppuimi of Cuticura Ointment to soothe and | Beal. Cuticura Talcum is ideal for Pl.eandra—poor in this world's goods, Fer small blue-white teeth in a smile that had ravished more hearts than one and she held out one slim hand. “Master!” she said in Spanish. Velantrie, roused from his tense reverie, pulled himself together and shook the hand politely. “How do vou do, Lolo?" he said. “Como esta V.?" she returned, still in the Spanish, as if by its use she narrowed the interest to themselves, Velantrie turned to Val. “*Miss Hannon," h d, *“do kno he Senorita Sanchez?" “No, id Cal and smiled. But Lolo did not smiie. Instead the look she threw at the other girl was slow, appraising, insolent. The Itose of Santa Leandra had never for- given the loosening of this man’s arm, ihe slipping of herself out of his consciousness when he glanced up that night at Hunnewell's to face John Hannon's daughter, Therefore she hated the woman, “What matters?” she said, “I—I am only Lolo of ILeandra, too lowly for the Pride of Paradise to see.” With consummate art she dropped her wonderful eyes, and she was on the second the lowly, as she said, the meek, the far beneath., Only Lolo of you little sister of the more fortunate, And Velantrie was the friend of such,! Val, understanding perfectly, stiff- | ened in her saddle and a slow flush grew in her cheeks. The girl looked up. and all her flower face melted in beauty of ten-| derness as she smiled at him, “None but you, my master,” she said softly, “is so kind to me. Wo- | wen hate me—all of them. . . . I| have stiil the gold you gave me—and | the as well.,"” | Velantric's nostrils deew in a sharp white line. “Lolo,” he said, “speak Lnglish." o need,” said Val quickly, cerstand.” | He did not look at her, though a! un- | L LAURETTE TAYLOR In a Scene From PEG O’ MY HEART OX'S—Next Mon.. Tnes. and Wed DOINGS OF THE DUFFS HOW HAVE You BEEN MRS DUFF ? | WAS JusST DOWN TOWN TRYING TO GET SOME MONEY OUT ( OF MY HUSBAND AND {'you, come THOULGHT I'D STOP IN ouT? DID NE\RA:"'NWE YoU TAKE MiM_ I'M GLAD You DID MRS TINI How DID This bread slices perfectly—it spreads quickly— it is rich and wholesome as you would make it —and it stays soft A firm and solid loaf with a crisp and tender crust like home - made. Close- grained, so that it slices without crumb- ling and spreads quickly and easily. The Master Loaf of the Six Bakers is made with the same recipe and the same * rich materials tiiat you use yourself for your best bread. 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REALWELL SO FAR- PVE ONLY HAD HER ABOUT A WEEK - HOW LONG DO You GENERALLY KEEP AMAID, MRS. TINEY