The evening world. Newspaper, June 22, 1922, Page 17

i TENTH INSTALMENT. WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY. MARK KING, who has made a name for himself in Klondike, and now in Sierras is on the trail of a gold mine supposed to be somewhere near the tone cabin where Gus Ingle was inurdered on Lookout Ridge. The partneg in his venture is an old friend, BEN GAYNOR, who admits he is in financial straits, although his wife nd daughter entertain themselves in San Francisco's fastest social set. \ GLORIA GAYNOR is like a dream to Mark King, coming out of the ness, and of course he falls in love with her. He goes to ter birthday party with a young cub as a gift, but realizes that Gloria considers him only a Brent and realy, is interested in ~ MR. GRATTON, a suave person, of whom King is distrustful. LOONY HONEYCUTT, old hermit of Coloma, who knows the secret of scape Ridge but who is too enfeebled to make the search, King has offered three thousand dollars cash for the information, but has been refused. fatton received a telegram and begs Gloria to motor with him on a sud- @en business trip to the country. They drive all night and arrive at dawn in Goloma, Glori. regrets her “lark’ and seeks rest in a small hotel. Later she fearns that Gratton has registere:i as “Gratton, and wife.” Gloria’s father has been seriously hurt and lies ill in the same hotel. Gloria eer isioned to take a package to ine lodge and meet Mark King. Gratton im. with her anc begs her to beri Gloria permits the Justice ot the Peace to arrange for the ceremony, but she chunges her mind. She gives King the packet, King declares Mark King arrives an 1. ! which is ar. old Bible containing the secret of Gus Ingle’s cave. his love ana asks Gloria to marry him. ‘ ciel FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE! HIS time Gloria did not keep the Judge waiting. She came down the staircase to Mark King standing at the bottom. Tm her pink dress, like a thistledown, floating down to him. He was think- {ng—she, too, remembered—how for the first time they had met thus. She smiled at him; she put out her hands to him as she had done that Other time. And right there they were married—on Gus Ingie's old Bible. I love you?" 4qt's done!" whispered Mark, bend- me—the coffee: fng over her. “You are mine now: | “t's boiling over mine for all timg, Gloria. And girl mine,”’ he added reverently. “may |] @nally, when he had set her down, eal with me as his knees and kiss them; her hat wa of which the most adorable of golden- Gloria's eyes! clear of the floor. he told he toa. “It's sweet of you, “It's done!’’ In an awed little voice came Gloria's response, like an €Ch0.| see me off.” quicksands. Jim and the ‘Judge’ had gone. They two were alone in the still house. Gloria was nervous; King could sce that and thought that he understood, So he went for wood, de a cheery blaze in the fireplace. “I—I am going up-stairs, Mark,” called Gloria after him. “All right, Queen of the World,” fhe answered her. “I'm just to phone in a message. It won't take me five minutes to get it done; just to say: “Tell Ben that I start at dawn and that he’s got my word for it that nothing’s going to stop me! And— that I've just married Gloria But he was at the telephone longer than he thought to be. Gloria was up-stairs. King sat in front of the fire, staring into the flames, listening to the wind in the you do them honor upon this their wed- ding morning. King looked at Gloria and marveled. his approval of her. care of you?’ he asked. this morning!" afraid—strangely silent. time passed and she did not come, |further they stopped to make camp he went softly up-stairs and to her door. It was closed and he knocked lightly, then dropped his hand to the Knob, awaiting her voice. His knuckles had hardly brushed the door, this door which he ap- bot eves in reverence; Gloria had mortal ever had." ot even heard him. He called soft- his voice little above a whisper. “Gloria!” He heard her move; for a moment whe did not answer. He could not Know how she stood, scarcely breath- ing, her hands at her breas how, now that the great step wi through green juicy branches. seemed long! He drew her closer Mark. It's all so new, so| together. strange. . . . I intended to “Oh!"’ cried Gloria. 0 tired, Mark. And|I want to be abone | hurt me. She buried ‘a littlo: to think. I haven't had time] her face in her hands do you, Mark?" sob: “Oh, I was a fool''— He answered promptly and heartily, refusing to allow himself to harbor a shadow of disappointment “No. No, of course not. You will go right to bed? T know you must be half-dead for sleep."” Yes. . . . Goodnight, Mark.” ‘Aren't you going to kiss me good- night?” he asked, hesitating a little between the words. His new privilege, @ lover's, a husband's, was not an hour old; he felt strangely shy as he|until now plumbed. spoke softly to her. 1 was half mad last night,"" she “Please, Mark! 1 am terribly tired|panted. ‘There was no way to turn out, and—and I'm afraid I've mislaid| That beast of a man drove me to des the key, and''— That hurt him; his eyes darkened ‘with the quick pain that came to him] Incredulous, amazed, near stupe from her words. He had hoped that|fed, he stood rooted to the ground, Gloria. had known him better than] “T don't understand," he said shadow-filled. “Gloria,"’ he said, bewlldered, But now her that she was stirred to depths neve; —oh, I wish that I were dead!" your door against me, my dear, gently, “I don’t want you to be afraid/preathing. He strove to be very gen toch the hem of your dress if you didn't want me to." IN THE MORNING. King was astir long before dawn He got the fire going in the kitchen and started breaktast, secking to be very silent and succeeding in making | the usual clatter of a male among pots and pans, While water heated nd bacon sizzled, he rummaged through the storeroom at the rear of the house, gathering what he meant to put into his pack for the four or five days’ trip, As he returned from the last journey to the storeroom, his arms full of camp accessories, includ ing canvas and camp blankets, he confronted Gloria, fully dressed, He dropped his arm-load and filled his eyes with her. Any shadow left overnight in his heart was sent scur- rying before his new joyousness. Gloria had come down to him while he deemed her fast asleep! “Gloria!” he cried. A more radiantly, lovely Glorin he had never looked upon, She had slept nd rested; she had bathed and groomed and set herself in order, She was drewed after a fashion to be it Monday, June 26 glider a'mere man. He felt insanely Dyssses ase you tell me, dear?’* Don't call me dear ; Uk ihat,"* though T were your . + prop “FALSE FACES” By HUGH KAHLER LN Very Different Kind of Detective Story. i With a Thrill anda Genuine {4 Surprise in Every Chapter. i " i i ' Begins in \ THE EVENING WORLD, THURSDAY, JU ~ |_— : ackson G fan , regony. Oy SVEN BRODic. a brute mountain outlaw, is trying to get Gus Ing.e's t out of inclined to pick up her little boots, one after the other, and go down on @ flopsy turban, from under the brim brown curls half escaped to throw kiss-shadows on her rosy cheeks. And This time there was no door be- tween them, nor even the memory of a door. He gathered her up into his arms so that her boot-heels swung “Do you know . . do You guess . have you the faintest suspicion He laughed joyously at that, and “MUST I TELL YOU TWICE THAT I deal with) Goria, bright and flushed, laughed 1 AM THROUGH WITH You?” softly, ‘to get up and come down and “when you refused to marry Gratton roundness of het She shuddered that I was driven to it, name, to stop hideous gossip.”” ‘So that was it?" But still his tone Mark King had seen her across the “Oh,"’ said Gloria, I am going with The magnificent wilderness into which rode Mark and Gloria King seemed to prostrate its august self to she answered. dered why he asked. “There was a I saw your reflection in It.” “You might You but chose me as the lesser of save that of incredulity. you didn’t love me, Gloria?” “When did you ever ask me if I you I don't know! know that I was hideously compro- I would never have show my face again in San Fran- cisco—anywhere—it killed me"—— “I'm going to make your Gloria,” he said evenly. fire, which I'll keep going. on the outside, Her cheeks were roses, her eyes were Gloria's own, wonderful and big and deep beyond fathoming, From his own saddle on the buckskin he nodded 5 He ran his hand across his brow as though to brush away an obsession. you married me just to save yourself from possible scandal?” What girl wouldn't?” “Driven as I was?” | (AST; 1374 BROADWAY Z 2 DOORS ABOVE 5785St. “Not loving me ‘You are not afraid I cannot take Gloria laughed gaily, answering, “My dear Mr. Man, I am not the least bit afraid of anything in the world so you need But at night the ‘‘Adventure Trail’” became heavier. Gloria was tired, chimney, waiting for Gloria. When] When it was too dark to ride| “And now," he sald, taking up his short-handled axe, ‘I am going to} make for my lady-love the finest | S) OPEN couch for tranquil, restful sleep that Daily until 6 p.m. Saturday, 9 p.m. As he strode away toward a grove of firs he was lost to her eyes before | he had gone a hundred paces. The| night came so swiftly it seemed to her feverish fancies that in the dark the big tree trunks were huddling closer together. In a moment she heard the sound of his axe, striking softly Bracelet Watches The Certain Way to Ownership A credit system that absolutely gives cash lue or better! He had been away from her fifteen taken, she was again half-frightened,| minutes while he cut an armful of half-regretful, altogether bewildered] firboughs, and thereafter filled and and uncertain, Of herself, of him, of |lighted his pipe—and the time had their faces, ruddy with fire-glow, each tense with its own emotion, were close She wrenched come right back downstairs, but I'm vi “You—you | he saw her to think of anything! You don’t mind, shoulders lift and droop; he heard her His arms had dropped to his sides and he stood for a moment speech- less, staring at her as across a chasm hands, too, were at her sides, clenched and nervous; her white face was lifted and she broke out passionately into hot words. le saw her breast heaving and sensed peration. Then you came, and—and dully, after a long silence broken , only by a tumble and frolic of the he told herlwater and Gloria's quick, hard of me. Why, God bless you, I wouldn't tie with her. ‘Just what Is it? Can she cried, sharply. ‘Just as \, * sake ee] MOTHER! “CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP” Ii HARMLESS LAXATIVE FOR BABY Never Fails to Correct Little Bowels and Sweeten Sour, Colic Stomach—Babies Love its Taste Hurry, Mother! A half-teaspoonful of genuine California Fig Syrup will |oated tongue, sour stomach, feverish | make your cross, fretful baby eom- | correct diarrhoea, colic, biliousne breath, and constipation. cramps or overacts. Contains no nai NE 22, 1922, not be afraid of any prowling animal ‘Then in the morning we will talk." She watched him go back for his scattered fr-boughs. And even Gloria noted how heavy was his walk, But she could not guess how when he was alone with his trees and the darkness dropped curtainwise be- tween him and her he went down on both knees and buried his face in one oP those me fallen sprays from the r. A TERRIBLE DAY, At 4 o'clock that chill, wind-blown morning King began the day. He saw that Gloria was awake and sitting up, looking straight ahead of her. He gave no sign of having noted her, but busied himself in a swift, silent sort of way with fire.building and breakfast preparation. Gloria, _ In turn, saw him; she experienced aloof wonder at the look on his face, He was haggard; his mouth was set and hard. They breakfasted in silence, the fire between then, Neither did much more than drink the strong coffee “Thero's a day's work to be done,” he said at last. His voice, meant to be impersonal, was only stern, “That means an early start. And't—— “Ia it very much further to the caves?” she asked, He had paused; she had to any ething “Tt will take a long day getting there. You see, we didn't come very far yesterday.”* This, she supposed, was a fling at her, and she stiffened under it “It begins to be rather obvious that T should not have come. 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