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Show EMEKY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE DALE. UTAH - . J Bt Robert J. GSteaJ Bt liCowrmc DAVE AND EDITH. Elden, 8ynopi.-Dav- id on of drunken. Iilftlew ranrhman. almost a maverlrk qt the foothill, la breaking bottlea with hie pistol from hia running payuae when the ftret automobile he haa ever aeen artivea and ttpa over, breaking the leg of Doctor Hardy but not Injuring hia beautiful daughter Irene. Dave rencuei the Injured man and brings a doctor from 40 milea away, Irene takea charge of the housekeeping. Dave and Irene take many rldea together and during her father'a enforced atay they get well acquainted. They part with a ktsa and an Implied promise. Dave's father dire and Dave goes to town to aeek hia fortune. A man named Con ward teaches him hia flrat In city ways Dave haa a narrow escape, la disgusted and turns over a new leaf. Kate brings him Into contact with Melvln Duncan, who sees the Inherent good In the boy and welcomes htm to his home, where he meets Edith, his host's lee-so- pretty daughter. CHAPTER V Continued. Dave's energy and enthusiasm In the" warehouse soon brought him promotion from truck hand to shipping clerk, with nn advance In wages to sixty-fivdollars a month. He was prepared to renin In In this position for some time, as he knew that promotion depends on many things besides abilMr. Duncan had warned him ity. against the delusion that man Is entirely master of Ms destiny. ISut Dave was not to continue In the grocery trade. A few evenings tu er li was engaged In rending In the public library. Mr. Duncan had directed him Into the realm of Action and poetry, and he was now feeling Ms way through "Ilnmlet." On the evening In question an elderly man engaged him In conversation. "You are a Shakespearean student, e seef "Not exactly. 1 rend a little In the evenings." "I have seen you here different times. Are you well acquainted with the town?" ""Pretty well," said Dave, scenting that...... there might be purpose in the .. ! I tjlH'KlMIIHIIK. "Working now?" Dave told him where he was employed, "1 am the editor of the Call." said tho elderly man. "We need another man on the street; a reporter, you know. We pay twenty-fiv- e dollars a week for such a position. If you are Interested you might call at the office tomorrow." Dave hurried with his problem to Mr. Duncan. "I think I'd like the work," he said, "but I am not sure whether I can do it. My writing Is rather wonderful." Mr. Duncan turned the matter over In his mind. "Yes," he said at length, "but I notice you are beginning to use the typewriter. When you learn that God gave you ten fingers, not two, you And there is may make a typist. nothing more worth while than being able to express yourself In English, They'll teach you that on a newspaper. I think I'd take It. "Not on account of the money," he continued, after a little. "You would probably soon be earning more In the wholesale business. Newspaper men are about the worst paid of all professions. Hut It's the best tralulng in the world, not for Itself but as a step to something else. The training is worth while, and it's the training you want. Take It." Dave explained his disadvantages to the .editor of the Call. "1 didn't want you to think," he said, with great frankness, "that because I was reading Shakespeare I was a master of And I guess if I were to Knglish. write up stuff In Hamlet's language I'd get canned for It." "We'd probably have a deputation from the Moral Reform league," said the editor with a dry smile. "Just the same, If you know Shakespeare you know English, and we'll soon break Jou into the newspaper style." So almost before he knew It Dnve was on the staff ct the Call. His beat comprised the poll"e court, fire department, hotels and general pick-upDave almost Immediately found the eed of acquaintanceships. The Isolation of his boyhood had bred in him qualities of aloofness which had now to be overcome. He was not naturally a good "mixer;" he preferred his own company, but Ws own company would not bring him much news. So he set about deliberately to cultivate acquaintance with the members of the police force and the fire brigade and the clerks in the hotels. And he had In his character a quality of sincerity which gave him almost Instant admission Into their friendships. He had Bot suspected the charm of his own personality, and its discovery, feeding upon his new born enthusiasm for friendships, still' further enriched the rharm. As his. acquaintance with the work f'tbe police force increased Dave found Ids attitoae toward moral principles in need trf frequent readjust-tneL- t By no means a Puritan, he had iwertheless two sterling qualities which so tar had- - save3 blin from V3g s. Robert J. C Stead n Other Poems" IRWIN MYERS 115s "Welir Queried the Girl, and There Her Voice Sounded Strange to Him. In That evident Edith was just as and the part of he was honor in his friend's house was to recStill, ognize the status quo. . . , Mr. Allan Forsyth was unnecessarily He might have made It less evident that he was within the enchanted clrcH while Dave remained His complacence Irritated outside. But the Dave almost Into rivalry. of Edith herself bon camaraderie checked any adventure of that kind. She was of about the same figure ns Reenle Hardy a little slighter perhaps; and about He same age; and she had the same quick, frank eyes. He had And she sang wonderfully. never heard Reenle sing, but in some strange way he had formed a deep conviction that she would sing much as Edith sang. In love, as in religion, man is forever setting up Idols to represent his Ideals and forever finding feet of clay. Dave was not long in discovering that his engagement as coachman was a device, born of Mr. Duncan's kindness, to enable him to accept instruction without feeling under obligation for It. When he made this discovery he smiled quietly to himself and pretended not to have made it. To have acted otherwise would have seemed ungrateful to Mr. Duncan. And presently the drives began to have a strange attraction of themselves. When they drove In the buggy on Sunday afternoons the party usually comprised Mrs. Duncan and Edith, young Forsyth and Dave. Mr. Duncan was Interested In certain meetings. It was Mrs. Duncan's custom to sit in the rear seat for its better riding qualities, and It had a knack of falling about that Edith would ride in the front seat with the driver. She caused Forsyth to ride with her mother, ostensibly as a courtesy to that young gentleman a courtesy which, It may be conjecAt tured, was not fully appreciated. first he accepted ,t with the good nature of one who teels his position secure, but gradually that good nature gave way to a certain testiness of spirit which he could not entirely conceal. The crisis was precipitated one fine Sunday in September. In the first year of Dave'r newspaper experience." Dave self-assure- two-seate- d ... Illustration! by IRWIN MYERS Wmstratkmt by ... Wai a Note i Author ol Kitchener and Other Poems " 'fcCowPfflcter Author of He practiced very serious misstep. absolute honesty In all his relationships. Ills father, drunken although he was In bis later years, had never quite lost his sense of commercial uprightness, and Dave had Inherited the quality In full degree. And Reenle Hardy had come Into his life Just when he needed a girl like Reenle Hardy He to come Into his life. often thought of Reenle Hardy, and of her compact with him, and wondered what the end would be. He was glad he had met Reenle Hardy. She was an anchor about his soul. . . . And Edith Duncan. While the gradually deepening current of Dave'a life flowed through the channels of coal heaver, freight handler, shipping clerk and reporter Its waters were sweetened by the Intimate relationship which developed between him and the members of the Duncan household. He continued his studies under Mr. Duncan's directions; two, three, and even four nights In the week found him at work In the comfortable den, or, during the warm weather, on the screened porch that overlooked the family garden. Mrs. Duncan, motherly, and yet not too motherly she might almost have been an older sister appealed to the young man as an Ideal of womanhood. Her voice seemed to soft, him to express the perfect harmony of the perfect home, and underneath its even tones he caught glimpses or a reserve of power and Judgment not easily unbalanced. And as Dave's eyes would follow her the tragedy of his own orphaned life bore down upon him and he rebelled that he had been denied the start which such a n.yther could have given htm. "I am twenty years behind myself," he would reflect, with a grim smile. "Never mind. I will do three men's work for the next ten, and then we will be even." And there was Edith Edith who had burst so unexpectedly upon his life that first evening in her father's home. He had not allowed himself any foolishness about Edith. It was w np 1 called early and found Edith In a riding habit. "Mother Is Indisposed,' as they say In the society page." she explained. "In other words, she doesn't wish to be bothered. So 1 thought we would ride today." "But there are only two horses," said Dave. "Well?" queried the girl, and there was a note in her voice that sounded strange to him. "There are only two of us." "But Mr. Forsyth?" "He Is not here. He may not come. Will you saddle the horses and let us get away?" It was evident to Dave that for some reason Edith wished to evade Forsyth this afternoon. A lovers' quarrel, no doubt. That she had a preference for him and was revealing it with the utmost frankness never occurred to his sturdy, honest mind. One of the delights of his companionship with Edith had been that It was a real companionship. None of the limitations occasioned by any sex consciousness had narrowed the sphere of the frank friendship he felt for her. She was to him almost as another man, yet Save for a In no sense masculine. certain tender delicacy which her womanhood Inspired, he came and went with her as he might have done with a man chum of his own age. And when she preferred to ride without Forsyth It did not occur to Elden that she preferred to ride with him. They were soon in the country, and Edith, leading, swung from the road to a bridle trail that followed the winding of the river. As her graceful figure drifted on ahead It seemed more of Reenle than ever reminiscent Hardy. What rides they had had on What dippings those foothill trails Into the great canyons! What adventures Into the spruce forests! And how long ago It all seemed ! This girl, riding ahead, suggestive In every curve and pose of Reenle Hardy. . . . His eyes were burning with loneliness. Me knew he was dull that day, and Edith was particularly charming and vivacious. She coaxed him into conversation a dozen times, but he anAt length swered hbsent-mlndedlshe leaped from her horse and seated herself, facing the river, on a fallen Without looking back she Inlog. dicated with her hand the space beside her, and Dave followed and sat down. "You aren't talking today," she said. "You don't quite do yourself justice. What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing I" he answered, with a laugh, pulling himself together. "This September weather always gets me. I guess I have a streak of Indian; It comes of being brought up on the ranges. And In September, after the flrst frosts have touched the foliage " He paused, as though it was not necessary to say more. "Yes, I know," she said quietly. Then, with a queer little note of confidence, "Don't apologize for it, Dave." "Apologize?" and his form straightened. "Certainly not. . . . One doesn't apologize for nature, does he? . . . But it comes back in September." He smiled, and she thought the subconscious In him was calling up the smell of fire In dry grass, or perhaps even the rumble of buffalo over the hills. And he knew he smiled because he had so completely misled her. . . . It was dusk when they started homeward. Forsyth was waiting for her. Dave scented stormy weather and excused himself early. "What does this mean?'' demanded Forsyth angrily as soon as Dave had gone. "Do you think I will take second place to that that coal heaver?" "That is not to his discredit." she said. "Straight from the corrals Into good society." Forsyth sneered. Then she ruade no pretense of composure. "If you have nothing more to urge against Mr. Elden perhaps you will go." Forsyth took his hat. At the door he paused and turned, but she was already ostensibly Interested in a magazine. He went out Into the night. The week was a busy one with Dave and he had no opportunity to visit the Duncans. Friday Edith called him on the telephone. She asked an inconsequential question about something which had appeared in the paper, and from that the talk drifted on until it turned on the point of their expedition of the previous Sunday. Dave never could account quite clearly how it happened, but when be hung up the receiver he knew he had asked her to ride with him again on Sunday, and she had accepted. He had ridden with her before, of course, but he had never asked her before. He felt that a subtle change had come over their 1 The way of a maid with a man. TO BE CONTINUED.) Nature meant necessity. Bailey. Irene became guests at the Elden J ii-peranch. But before tne ena i Should he tell her all? Why not? She had opened her life to him. So he told her of that last evening with Irene, and the compact under the trees and the moon. Her hand had fallen into his as they talked, but here he felt it slowly withdrawn. But he was fired with the flame of love which had sprung up in the breath of his reminisAnd Edith was his friend cence. and his chum. "And you have been true?" she said, but her voice was distant and strained. "Yes." "And you are waiting for her?" It must be "Yes", I am waiting. d. DAVE STAR BECOMES RE- PORTER. Elden. son of a aldrunken, shiftless ranchman, most a maverick of the foothills, is breaking bottles with his pistol from hia running cayuse when the first automobile he has ever seen arrives and tips over, breaking the leg of Doctor Hardy but not injuring his beautiful daughtermanIrene. and Dave rescues the Injured brings a doctor from 40 miles away. Irene takes charge of the housekeeping. Dave and Irene take many rides together and during her father'! enforced stay they get well acquainted. They part with a kiss and an implied promise. Dave's father dies and Dave goes to town to seek hli fortune. A man named Conward teaches him his first lesion In city ways. Dave has a narrow escape. Is disgusted and turns over a new leaf. Fate brings him Into contact with Melvln Duncan, who sees the inherent good In the boy and welcomes him to his home, where he meets Edith, his host's' pretty daughter. Dave becomes a newspaper reporter. Synopsis.-Dav- id CHAPTER V 9 Continued. He was at the Duncan house earlier than usual Sunday afternoon, but not too early for Edith. She was dressed for the occasion; she seemed more fetching than he had ever seen her. She led the way over the path followed the Sunday before untii again they sat by the rushing water. Dave had again been filled with a sense of Reenle Hardy, and his conversation was disjointed and uninteresting. She tried unsuccessfully to draw him out with questions about himself; then took the more astute tack of speaking of her own past life. It had begun in an enstern city, ever so ninny years ago Chivalry could not allow that to pass. "Oh, not so very many!" said Dnve. "How many?" she teased. "Nineteen," he hazarded. "Oh, more than that." "Guess." "Twenty-one?- " "Oh, less tlHin that." And their first confidence was established. "Twenty," thought Dave to himself. "Reenle must be about twenty now." "And I was five when when Jack died," she went on. "Jack was my brother, you know. He was seven. . . . Well, we were playing, and I stood on the cor tracks, signaling the motor-man- , to make him ring his bell. On came the car, with the bell clanging, and the man In blue looking very cross. Jack must have thought I was waiting too long, for he suddenly rushed on the truofc to pull me off." She stopped, and sat looking at the rushing water. "I heard him cry, Oh, daddy, daddy !' above the screech of the brakes." "Sorrow Is a strange thing," she went on, after a pause. "I don't pretend to understand, but It seems to have Its place In life. I guess it's a natural law. Well" She paused again, and when she spoke it was in a lower, more confidential note. "I shouldn't have told you this, Dave. I shouldn't know it myself. But before that things hadn't been well, just as good as they might in our home. . . . They've been different since." The shock of her words brought him upright. To him it seemed that Mr. and Mrs. Duncan were the Ideal father and mother. It was impossible to associate them with a home where things "hadn't been just as good as they might." But her left no room for remark. "Mother told me," she went on, after a long silence, and without looking at him. "A few years ago, 'If some one had only told me, when I was your age,' she said." "Why do you tell me this?" he suddenly demanded. ... ... so." "It Is cold," she said. "Let us go home." CHAPTER VI. Whatever the effect of this conversation had been upon Edith, she concealed it carefully, and Dave counted It one of the fortunate events of his life. He had been working under the spur of his passion for Irene, but now this was to be supplemented by the friendship of Edith. That it was more than friendship on her part did not occur to him at all, but he knew she was interested in him and he was doubly determined that he would justify her interest and confidence. But just at this time another Incident occurred which was to turn the flood of his life into strange channels. Dave had been promoted to the distinction of a private office a little "box stall." as the sport editor described it but, nevertheless, a distinction shared only with the managing editor and Bert Morrison, compiler of the woman's page. Her name was Roberta, but she w as masculine to the tips and everybody called her Bert. Into Dave's sanctuary one afternoon in October came Conward. His habitual cigarette hung from its accustomed short tooth, and his round, florid face seemed puffier than usual. His aversion to any exercise more vigorous than offered by a billiard cue was beginning to reflect itself in a premature rotundity of figure. "'1.0, Dave!" he said. "Alone?" "Almost," said Dave, without lookThen, ing up from his typewriter. turning, he kicked the door shut with his heel and said, "Shoot !" "This strenuous life Is spoiling your good milliners, Dave, my boy," said Conward, lazily exhaling a thin cloud of smoke. "If work made a man rich you'd die a millionaire. But it isn't work that makes men rich. Ever think of that?" "If a man does not become rich by work he has no right to become rich at all," Dave retorted. "What do you mean by that word 'right,' Dave? Define it." "Haven't time. We go to press at four." "That's the trouble with fellows like Conward you," continued. "You haven't time. You stick too close to your jobs. You never see the better chances lying all around. Now suppose you let them go to press without you today and you listen to me for a while." Dave was about to throw him out when a gust of yearning for the open spaces swept over him again. It was true enough. He was giving his whole life to his paper. Promotion was slow, and there was no prospect of a really big position at any time. He remembered Mr. Duncan's remark about newspaper training being the best preparation for something else. With sudden decision he closed his dusk. "Shoot!" tie said again, but this time with less impatience. "That's better," said Conward. "Have you ever thought of the future of this town?" "Well. I can't say that I have. I've been busy with its present." "That's what I supposed. You've been too busy with the details of little job to give attention to your bigger things. Now let me pass you a few of information things you pieces must know, but you have never put them together before. What are the natural elements which make a country or city a desirable place to live? I'll tell you. Climate, transportation good water, variety of landscape, opportunity of independence. Given these conditions, everything else can be added. Then there's transportation. This is one of the few centers m America which has a h trade equal to its trade. We're on the crossroads. settler who goes Into the North Every and t is a mighty North-me- ans more I tell trade. you Oave. the movement Is on now, and before long it'll hit us like a tidal East-and-We- North-and-Sout- h "D'd you rer feel that you just had o teli some one?" It ws his tnrn to pause. "Yes," he confessed, at length. Then tell me." So he led ber down through the tragedy of his youth and the ione'v, rudderless course of his boyhood. She followed sympathetically to the day when iwtnr Hardy and bis daughter "Hish! That's a had word way from It. Say 'industrial',, opment.' "Let me elaborate. We'll ,,, Ah. Lake Is a railway station where lot,.! a at hundred begging dollars each d drops a straa?er-- i,J ten lots at a hundred and fifty enct-and the are chuckling sticking film. But in drops 8noll stranger and buys a block of ot8 two hundred each. Then the 0I4 timers begin to wonder if they diJn't sell too soon. By the time the fount or fifth stranger has n , are dead sure of it, and they are o ing to buy their lots buck. All nortj of rumors get started, nobody know, how. New railways are coniing, big factories are to be started, mineral, have been located, there's a secret war on between great moneyed interests, The town council meets and change, well-dresse- old-time- x North-and-Sout- "Did You Ever Feel That You Just Had to Tell Some Oner town of late? That's the sdM. guard " "Advance guard of a real estiti boom?" my life, but this i8 the pot ever was. and I'm goinf to su in. How about ac you?" "I'd like to think it over. Protno-m- n doesn't come very fast on this Job. that s sure. "Yes and while you are thinking it think it over-- put it over. I te you Have. ther. Bre ,)ig They nre npg1nn,ng to mnve Have yrm .,,,.,, , Q "If a Man Does Not Become Rich by Work He Has No Right to Becom, Rich at All," Dave Rttortcd. the name, to Silver City having regard, no doubt, to the alkali in tin awl all slough water. The that great, innocent public which forever Imping to get something fr nothing, nre now glad to buy ilie lis l at five hundred to ten thousand rfcillar each, and by the time they've bousht moves on. It's the It up the.-"gan- g smoothest game in the world, mid every community will fail fur It t least twice. . . . Well, they're here. "Of course. It's a little different in this case, because there really is In the way of natural advantages to support it. It's not all hot air. "Now, Dave, I've been dipping in a little already, and It struck nie ' deal. might work together on this Your paper has considerable weight, and if that weight falls the right way you won't find me stingy. For instance, an item that this property" he produced a slip with some legal descriptions "has been sold for ten thousand T dollars to eastern Investors conservative Investors from the East, don't forget that might help to turn another deal that's Just hanging. Sorry to keep you so long, but perhaps yon can catch the press yet." And with one of his friendly mannerisms Cosunn-thi- nward departed. Dave sat for some minutes In He was discouraged w quandary. ol his salary, or, rather, with the lack his in prospect of any increase unsewords had been very direIn opposite ttling. They pulled ections. They fired him with a new Intnthusiasm for his city, and they imated that a gang of professional was soon to perpetraN an enormous theft, leaving the pnW must M holding the sack. Still, there a middle course somewhere. At any rate, he could use Conward w story about the land sale. That n news legitimate news. Of course, for might be a faked sale fakednot pain are news value but reporters for being detectives. The Evening l sale. . rvinu-nrd'- .j r col a and on that statement was hung ProsPer umn story on the growing o of the city and Its assured future, an climate to its exceptional ing natural resources, combined witn transfer commanding position on west o tion routes, both east and north and south. Read what happens Dave in to the next installment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Open Heart$ Keep Young. The mind acts upon the body. keeps it young. Those who gru" at everything, who nurse eson,l"'" ta and who let their troubles sour old J look, and actually grow, i than the contented and kindly, a very beautiful thing to see l who have met many atorms trou bnt who have turned their n Into sympathy, and kept an open for all about them. And even whoUtl hair turns grey, and the first boo passes, they possess that mill those whO lliemwtrua touch the! yocng mind- |