New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 16, 1923, Page 14

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“ 23 ir Last Issue) Velantrie (Continued From O Val" murm suid no more “Velantrie COopsCions o Donald! Then her father's 1 was on her shoulder, lifting bodily; a doze other hands pulled the man away from her ,and in the flurry that fo lowed she found herself swung help lcasily into her the peins put in her fingers “Ride,” said John Hannen beside | her, and she rode-~but the earth and the heavens tumbled about her and twice in the silent journey, when he did not deign to look back whepe danger certainly lurked in that bunch of men who followed Velantrie, the Boss of Paradise had to steady his daughter in her saddle Not one word did he ask her, then or after the whole affair, but put her In her own bed with his own hands and bade the women leave her alone saying that she had had a turn and would be better soon CHAPTER XIX The Black Rustier Rides But the boss was mistaken Val was not better soon For three days she lay in her bed in the deep south room and scarcely knew day from darkness, Belle was terribly dis- tressed and begged both her and John for explanation, but from the one she got only moans and silence, from the other the brisk assurance that some- thing » t have happened to one of the girl's friends in Leandra to upset her, Through Val's poor brain there would a tumbling train of thoughts, any one of which was cause for de- spalr, But she was young and magnificent- ly healthy—and she had the courage of her father's blood. Therefore she rose and came forth to confront the houschold with haggard eyes and ured and sereamed the girl, u the staring erowd, “Ob T saddle cheeks that had thinned overnight, it|ark with many stars seemed—to find the riders tense and silent, her mother sad with the old loneliness, for the boss was gone again. Once more had the far coun- try called him and he had answered— answered on the hour, with his eagle eye salight, his nostrils flaring. And then Val came to Briston where he smoked alone in the patio under the stars, and put a hand upon his shoulder. He _dropped his cigarette and reached up to take the hand in his, to hold it between his two big palms in the comforting si- lence of perfect understanding. And Val, heavy-eyed with tears, sank down on the bench beside him and put her forehead where the hand had been . More than one soft head had rested on Briston's shoulder in * the many years of his roving, but none that so pulled at his heart as this drooping black one. Therefore he sat still and waited as the perfect friend waits. Present- ly, with a sigh, the girl said, “Tom.” ‘Yes, Val.” “Will you—can Velantrie—" - “Don’t need to find out. in town a day or two hack-—: #aid at Hunnewell's that his men pi¢ked him up an’' took him off, swung across that horse of his with a man to help him rid an' that he was comin’ roun then. OId Doc Packert happened to be there that day an’ he looked him over bhefore they left an’ said he was not serious- hurt. “Dios gracias!” whispered Val against his shoulder and Briston felt the whole tightening of her body, the seeming of new line and stpength that tingled in her at his blessed words. She straightened up and pressed his hand and a great brcath fluttered on her lips ,a sigh of such relief as only words of life can bring. Thus love served it sown in Briston’s heart and made him glad at her joy. So the rangeland drowsed. Indian Summer passed and the t treath of frost came down upon the land turning its sparse green to brown The fall roundup- loomed on the horizon—and the boss was still away. Val was her old self, busy, efficient, save for a new gravity, a strong re- pression that was with her always. She %ent often to Refugio, hoping against hope for word of Velantrie, but Father Hillaire was heipless to give it her. The oblivion of the Border had swallowed him at last, and deep In his wise old heart the you—find out—if Perly was ' they % he If Ruptured TryThis Free Apply it to Any Ruptare, Old or Recent, Targe or Small and You are on the Road That Has Convinced Thousands., Sent Free to Prove This hild, 4668 1 of Anyone ruptured, man, Wwo! hould write at once to W. R Main St., Adams, N. 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Try and write at once, using the coupon below. an or c Free for Rupture | You may send me § Bample Treatment of your stimulating application of Rupture priest hoped that Dea was d poor called saplings a FOR ME!" nothing new stirred country, and Briston was wishing fervently for { tonight!" the boss. chuck-wagon, looking to ropes. alr, ks U i Y r as the boy was to arer And in the Redsttar va the twilights, i ate the unheard ery Blind him \. t would keep him e gir tore at out his heart s his beloved an by Hills his endless eirele. the Jwhile and 1 with promise of Moo ey late a great 1t was one of the few nights left i whieh the fast, dnd Val | from the fringed hammeock | i ih A aw with 1k iston smoeked on bis aecus Siff and Rosy lounged the hard dry earth, thelr shim ung figures relased, while Dirk and [swered from the southwest and ¥ shared another ha near: | west or 10 Bluewater | Tom Wriston stood tense, Out by the bunk-house one of the |thelr messages, vaqueros strummed on old guitar and | sRaia.» : sung & Spanish love-seng in & veloe m,,'.;l:f_-- 80 one Are said, ike a harp. At a window of the Nhrkened kitehens Vanita listened,| 11° Wned and looked weat, |1nside the adobe house Helle Han- "'“v cirgle south," three red fares sald, |nen, to whom all night was f#ay, all | dave night, played softly her plaintive | Southeast two signals placed far tunes. Never in her life could Val |8part told the rangelaid, “We ride Lear 10 hear sueh musie in the dark, |POrth," and beside the tall fire at the . She taiked in oroken sente with |Seuth two small ones close together itriston, looking up at the stars, A {bore Clendenning’s faithful promise, thousand things meiled through her “We'll close in gn the Blind Trail mind and she gave them voice, seoure | FASS from the south,” {in the loving friendship that encom-| Thus was a net formed, a trap laid, |pa... d her and anything driving within its eircle “Tow,” she said, *1 asked dad ohee |had best ride fast for the pass—for what constituted a good man—and he [{he horses of the plains would soon sald ‘a brave one, quick on the trig. |be out, And they were hard to beat, ger,! What would you say? |those horses that had run at Banta The foreman smoked silently a leandra, Dollar, the gallant gray while, Then he knocked the ash | With the dapples on his hip—8ilkskin, | from his cigarette, SWift as waters flowing, Dblack and “A good man, Val,” he said, “is the | wild—and all of Hannon's Red Brood [man who deals squarely by his fel. |that stamped In the home corrals— lows an' has such honest love of hu.|for the ranchers were pledged to this | manity his hieart that he can help |and-all must go, ‘nr helpless ,even at risk of his neck—| With one accord the cowboys fol- |such lowe for one woman that he can |lowed Perly, shouting, snatching spur und bridle as they ran I I fw " | wanmt i talk tomed b ni ok the readi “at th this aight—den't—den't let—them- the Crag Oak—" ' Sihe wet her lips that were stiff and cold-—reached out & groping hand and touched the gun that always hung at the foreman's belt ‘Shoot—him, T Iy, “stralght—al breath— “in-— m she said thiek- it was a sighing the— forehead— !' ' T will," said Briston and was gone, CHAPTER XX SGreater LOVE HATH NO MAN" Tragedy breathed upon the range- land, Wather Hillaire felt it, pacing in his dry garden, Relle Hannon felt It and ceased her plaintive playing . She eame, sure of foot in the darkness, to the east door that opened into the patio, “Val!" she called, (Continued in Our Next Issue) across the dining room floor, The crabs are routed by a Hindu servant, at the most pretentious hotel here’ Mred for that express purpose, He jump on chairs and soream when at |Attacks them with a walking stick and almost every meal glant crabs seuttle (sends thel hurtling like golf balls, CRARNS DISTURB DINERS Buva, Fiji Islands—Female diners A Wise Purchase lsifleflst!wm "SALADA" T Xl A is the wisest purchase you can make, Pure, Fresh and s0 Delicious—Just try it, JAP SHEET PERKS UP Tokio, Japan~An airplane serviee has boen established by the Asahi, Tokio daily paper, to carry coples regularly to Osaka, 3156 miles away, FINAL DISPOSAL OF ALL WINTER UNDERWEAR - HOSIERY Iserve her all his lite, either rewarded or unrewarded—a man who ‘can sac- | rifice,” 9 | What gentle intent was in the |speaker's mind only he knew, and he Isald no more, But Val had instant food for thought—as perhaps he had | intended, | And then ,sudden as a shot in the {nlh-nc». came the volce of Perly from | |the other hammock, ( sharply, “look | “Tom,” it cried there! An'there —an' yonder With a spring the boy wason“his feet, a siim shape, straight in the dusk, “Good God!" he crled again, “th' signal-fires! Boys—th' Rustler rides {00T HIM-—TOM, STRAIGHT IN~—IN THE — FOREHEAD —— in the cattle It was hard on driving time Without another word he flung himself from the patio and they heard the sound of his running feet as he went toward the corrals, True enough. From down at the south line there rose on the still dark a tall pil- lar of flame that was already an- overhauling the dles and as in the The boys were The feeling of fall and carly soft the And then came a night, in "Here’s a Regular Breakfast! HECKERS’ CREAM FARINA Granules from the heart of the wheat. The health and strenpth-building breakfas. cereal. Nutritious — easily diested and delicious. Children love it—grown-ups prefer it. Piping hot—ready to serve after cooking just a few minutes. And not only for breakfast, butgfor luncheon and dinner as well. Makes many tasty dishes and dainty desserts. Special recipe folder free upon request. THE HECKER CEREAL COMPANY, NEW YORK 4 ' the guitar out At the bunk-house ceased it strum- ming, stopped by a flattening hand on Ita strings—the vaqueros ran to the horses, too Only Briston was left for a moment standing in the patio, A gasp caught Lis ear——a deep, short breath that semed to come from drowning lungs— and Val Hannon stood beside him, swaying on her feet like a drunkard, “Tom,"” she gasped, still as if she could not breathe, “Tom — my friend—" » i Briston caught her tightly in the bend of his arm and looked into her face that shone white in the dark like a moon in fog. ’ Va! darling,’ *he sald, 1 Again that awfy gasping breath, The gir! gripped her hands, steadied r swaying body with the old sweet gth. 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