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Show THE SALIXA SUN, S A LINA, UTAH and the savage environment that had 12 developed him, were powerful helps to Stewart led Majesty out Into the Madeline Hammond In her strange dedarkness past a line of mounted sire to understand his nature. A cracking of Iron-shohorses. hoofs behind Guess were ready, he said. Ill her broke the spell. ' Monty had make the count." He went back along reached the summit. the line, and on the return Madeline Gene, what It wont all be doin In heard hint say several times, Now, a mlnnut Moses hlsself couldnt tell," everybody ride close to the horse In observed Monty. Then Dorothy climbed to Ills side front, and keep quiet till duyllght." Then the snorting and pounding of the and looked. "Oh, Isnt It Just perfectly lovely! big black horse in front of tier told Madeline that Stewart bad mounted. she exclaimed. "Hut I wish It wouldnt All right, were off," be called. storm. We'll all get wet. Madeline lifted Majesty's bridle and Once more Ktevvngt faced the ascent, let the roan go. The trail led In a keeping to the slow heave of the ridge ns It rose southward toward the loomroundabout way through shallow gullies full of stone and brush washed ing spires of rock. Soon he was off At every turn now smooth ground, and Madeline, some down by floods. Madeline expected to come upon waroils behind HI in, looked back with . Hut concern nt her friends. Here the real ter and the waiting time parsed, and miles of climbing, toll, the real rliinb began, and a mounand no water or horses were met. Extain storm was about to burst In all Its pectation In Madeline gave place to fury. The skv grew blacker; the desire; she was hungry. Stewart kept on. It was eight o'clock clouds appeared to be sudby Madeline's watch when, upon turndenly agitated; they piled nnd rolled ing into a wide hollow, she saw horses and mushroomed and obscured the grazing on spare grass, a great pile of crags. The air moved heavily and canvas-coverebundles, and a lire seemed to be laden with sulphurous round which cowboys and two Mexi- smoke, and sharp lightning flashes becan women were busy. gan to play. A distant roar of wind Madeline sat her horse and reviewed could be heard between the peals of her followers as they rode up single thunder. file. Her guests were In merry mood, Stewart wnlfed for Madeline under and they idl talked at once. the lee of a shelving cliff, where the culled cowboys bad halted the puck-trnln- . and "I.roukfast rustle," out Stewart, without ceremony. Majesty was sensitive to the flashes of For that mattej;, Madeline observed lightning. Madeline patted his neck Helen did not show any marked con- and softly called to him. The weary trast to the others. The hurry order burros nodded ; the Mexican women did not Intel fere with the meal being covered their hends with their mantles. somewhat In the nature of a picnic. Stewart untied the slicker at the buck As soon as the pack-tinlwas in of Madelines saddle nnd helped her readiness Stewart started It off In the on with It. Then he put on Ids own. lead to break trail. A heavy growth The other cowboys followed suit. Presof shrub Interspersed with rock and ently Madeline saw Monty and Dorcactus covered the slopes; and now all othy rounding the cliff, and hoped the the trail appeared to be uphill. The others would come soon. pack-traiA forged ahead, and the trailknotted rope of lighting couples grew farther upttrt. At ning burned down out of the clouds, noon they got out of the foothills to and Instantly a thunder-clacrashed face the real aseerit of the mountains. seeming to shake the foundations of Stewart 'nlted for Madeline, and the earth. This moment of the breakas she cam up he said: "Were going ing of the storm, with the strange to have a Dorm. Shall I call a halt growing roar of wind, like a moaning and make flump?" g monster, was pregnant with a Here? t'h no! What do you think emotion for Madeline Hambest?" mond. Glorious It was to be free, Well, If we have a good heRlthy healthy, out In the open, under the thunderstorm It will be something new shadow of the mountain and cloud, In for your friends. I think wed be wise the teeth of the wind and rain and to keep on the go. There no place storm. to make a good camp. If It rains, let Suddenly, as the ground quaked unIt rain. The pack outfit Is well cov- der her horses feet, and all the sky ered. We will have to get wet." grew black and crisscrossed by flaming Surely, replied Madeline; and- she smiled at his Inference. She knew what a storm was In that country, and her guests had yet to experience one. If !t rains, let It rain." Stewart rode on, and Madeline folThe way led In a winding lowed. course through a matted, forest of stunted trees. Even up to this elevation the desert reached with Its gaunt hand. The clouds overspreading the sky, hiding the sun, made a vveltoine change. The pack-trai- n rested, and Stewart and Madeline waited for the party to come up. Here he briefly explained to her that Ion Carlos and his bandits had left the ranch some time In the night. The air grew oppressive; the horses pnnted. "Sure Itll be a hummer," said Stewart. "The first storm nlmost always la bad. I can feel ft In the air. The air, Indeed, seemed to be charged with a heavy force that was waiting to be liberated. One by one the couples mounted to the cedar forest, and the feminine contingent declaimed eloquently for rest. Hut there was to be no permanent rest until night and then that depended upon reaching the crags. The pack-traiwagged onward, and Stewart fell In behind. The storm-cente- r Immovable a Stone, He Sat Hie Dark-Eyegathered slowly around the peaks; Horse, Dark-Faceand, low rumble ami bowl of thunder InLike an Indian Unconscious of creased In frequence; slowly the light Thought. shaded as smoky clouds rolled up; the streaks, and between thunderous reair grew sultrier, and the exasperating breeze puffed a few times aud then ports there was a strange hollow roar sweeping down upon her, she realized failed. An hour later the party had climbed bow small was her knowledge nnd exhigh and was rounding the side of a perience of the mighty forces of nagreat bare rhlge that long had hidden ture. With blacker gloom and deafening the crags. The lust burro f the puck-traiplodded over the ridge out of roar came the torrent of rain. It was a cloud-burst- . It was like solid water She looked backMadelines sight. ward down the slope, amused to see tumbling down. For long Madeline her guets change wearily from side to sat her horse, head bent to the pelting side In their saddles. Far below lay rain. When Its force lessened nnd she the cellar flat nnd the foothills. Fnr heard Stewart call for all to follow, to the west the sky was still clear, she looked up to see that he was startwith shafts of sunlight shooting down ing once more. She turned her horse Into his trail. from behind the eiicronching clouds. Rain fell steadily. The fury of the Stewart reached the summit of the ridge and, though only a few rods storm, however, had passed, nnd the ahead, he waved to her, sweeping his roll of thunder diminished In volume. hand round to what he saw beyond. It The air had wonderfully cleared nnd was growing cool. Madeline began to was an Impressive gesture, and Madeline. never having climbed as high as feel uncomfortably cold and wet. Stewart was climbing fuster than formerly, this, anticipated much. Majesty surmounted the last few and she noted that Monty kept at her steps nnd, snorting, halted besble heels, pressing her on. Time had been was a long way Stewarts black. To Madeline the lost, and the camp-sit- e s scene was as if the world hnd changed. off. The began to lag and The ridge was a nmuntnin-top- . It get footsore. The sharp rocks of the dropped before her Into a black, stone-ridge- trail were cruel to their feet. Then, slirno-pateheas Madeline began to tire, she noticed gulf. Massed inky clouds were piling less and less around her. Her horse across the peaks, obscuring the high- climbed and climbed, and brush and A fork of white lightning est ones. sharp corners of stone everlastingly flashed, nnd, like the booming of an pulled and tore at her wet garments. A gray gloom settled down around her. avnlanche, thunder followed. Madeline glanced at Stewart. ne Night was approaching. had forgott-- n her presence. Immovt Stewarts horse was on a able as stone, he sat his horse, dnrk-faenow, and Madeline left the trail more dark-eyeand, like an Indian to Majesty than to her own choosing. unconscious of thought, he watched As black night began to envelop her and watched. To aee him thus, to surroundings, she marked that the flr divine the strange affinity between the trees had given place to pine forest. sent of man. become Dilmltive. Suddealw pin point light pierced CHAPTER XIV Continued. A Romance By Zane Grey Copyright by Harper and Brothers d pack-train- g n blue-wldt- p heart-disturbin- - storm-wrenche- d n n stag-hound- d. tmtny-cnnyonc- d Jog-tro- the ebony bluckness. It grew larger. Black crossed her line of vision. The light was a fire. She beard a cowboy song arid the wild chorus of a pack of coyotes. Stewarts tall figure, with sombrero slouched down, was now and then outlined against a growing circle of light. And by the aid of that light she saw him turn every moment or so to look back, probably to assure himself that she was close behind. With a prospect of fire and warmth, and food and rest, Madelines enthusiasm revived. What a climb! There was promise In this wild ride and lonely trail aud bidden craggy height, not only in the adventure her friends yearned for, but In some nameless joy and spirit for herself. tree-trunk- s CHAPTER XV The Crags. Glad Indeed was Madeline to be lifted off her horse beside a roaring fire to see steaming pots upon red-ho- t coals. Except about her shoulders, which bad been protected by the slicker, she was wringing wet. The Mexican women came quickly to help her change In a tent nearby; but Madeline preferred for the moment to warm her numb feet and l ands and to watch the spectacle of her arriving friends. Warm clothes hot drinks and grub warm blankets," rang out Stewarts sharp order. Then, with Florence helping the Mexican women, It was not long until Madeline nnd the feminine side of the party were comfortable, except for the weariness nnd aches that only rest and sleep could alleviate. Neither fatigue nor pains, however, nor the strangeness of being packed sardinelike under canvas, nor the howls of coyotes, kept Madelines guests from stretching out with long, grateful sighs, and one by one dropping Into deep slumber. Madeline whispered a little to Florence, and laughed with her once or twice, and then the light flickering on the canvas faded and her eyelids closed. Darkness and roar of camp life, low voices of men, thump of horses hoofs, coyote serenade, the sense of warmth and sweet rest all drifted away. When she awakened shadows of swaying branches moved on the sunlit canvas above her. Slow, regular breathing attested Ur me deep slumbers of her tent comrades. She observed presently that Florence was missing from the number. Madeline rose and peeped out between the flaps. An exquisitely beautiful scene surprised and enthralled her gaze. Eager to get out where she could enjoy an unrestricted view, she searched for her pack, found It In a corner, and then hurriedly and quietly dressed. Her favorite Russ and Tartar, were asleep before the door, where they had been chained. She awakened them and loosened them, thinking the while that It must have been Stewart who had chained them near her. Close at hand also was a cowboy's bed rolled up In a tarpaulin. The cool air, fragrant with pine and spruce and some subtle nameless tang,' sweet and tonic, made Madeline stand erect and breathe slowly and deeply. It was like drinking of a magic draught. She felt It In her blood, that It quickened Its flow. Turning to look In the other direction, beyond the tegt. she saw the remnants of last nights temporary camp, and farther on a grove of beautiful pines from which cnine the sharp ring of the ax. Wider gaze took In a wonderful park, not only surrounded by lofty crags, but full of crags of lesser height, many lifting their hends from dark green groves of trees. The morning sun, not yet above the eastern elevations, sent Its rosy and golden shafts In between the towering rocks to tip the pines. Madeline, with the hounds beside her, walked through the nearest grove. The ground was soft nnd springy and brown with Florence espied her under the trees nnd came running. She was like a young girl, with life and color and Joy. She wore a flannel blouse, corduroy skirt, and moccasins. And her hair wns fastened under a bnnd like an Instag-hound- pine-needle- dians. "Castleton's gone with a gun. for hours. It seems, said Florence. Gene Just went to hunt him up. The other gentlemen are still asleep. I Imagine they sure will sleep up heah In this air." Florence fell to Then, business-like- , questioning Madeline about details of camp arrangement which Stewart, and Florence herself, could hardly see to without suggestion. As the day advanced the charm of the place grew upon Madeline. Even at noon, with the sun beating down, there was comfortable warmth rather than heat. It was the kind of warmth that Madeline liked to feel In the spring. Presently a chorus of merry calls attracted her attention, and she turned to see Helen limping along with Dorothy, and Mrs. Beck and Edith supporting each other. They were all rested, but lame, and delighted with the place, and as hungry as bears awakened from a winter's sleep. Then they had dinner, sitting on the ground after the manner of Indians; and It was a dinner that lacked merri ment only because everybody was too busily appeasing appetite. . For a few days the prevailing features of camp life for Madelines guests were sleep and rest. The men were more visibly affected by the mountain air than the women. This languorous spell disappeared presently, and then the (Jays were full of life and action. Necessarily, of course, Madeline nnd Ler guests were now thrown much In company with the cowboys. And the party grew to be like one big family. Madeline found the situation one of keen and double interest for her. If before she bad cared to study her cowboys, particularly Stewart, now, with the contrast afforded by her guests, she felt by turns she was amused and mystified nnd perplexed and saddened, and then again subtly pleased. From the thought of Stewart, and the watchfulness growing out of it, she discovered more about him. He was not happy ; be often paced up and down the grove at night; he absented himself from camp sometimes during the afternoon when Nels and Nick and Monty were there; be was always watching the trails, as if he expected to see some one come riding up. He alone of the cowboys did not Indulge In the fun and talk around the campfire. lie remained preoccupied and sad, and was always looking away Into distance. Madeline had a strange sense of his guardianship over her; and, remembering Don Carlos, she Imagined be worried a good deal over his charge, and, indeed, over the safety of all the party. A favorite lounging spot of Madelines was a shaded niche under the lee of crags facing the east. Here in the shade of afternoon, she and Edith would often lounge under a tree. Seldom they talked much, for It was afternoon and dreamy with the strange spell of tills mountain fastness. There was smoky haze In the valleys, a fleecy clou I resting over the peaks, a sailing eagle in the blue sky, silence that was the unbroken silence of the wdld heights, and a soft wind laden with Incense of pine. One afternoon, however, Edith appeared prone to talk seriously. See here. Majesty Hammond, do you Intend to spend the rest of your life in this wilderness?" she asked, bluntly. Madeline was silent. Oh, It Is glorious! Dont misunderstand me, dear, went on Edith, earnestly, as she laid her hand on MadeThis trip has been a revelalines. tion to me. I did not tell you, Majesty, that I was 111 when I arrived. Now Im well. So well ! Look at Helen, too. Why, she was a ghost when we got here. Now she Is brown and strong and beautiful. If It were for nothing else than this wonderful gift of health I would love the West. But I have come to love It for other things even spiritual things. Majesty, I have been studying you. I see and feel what this life has made of jrou. When I came I wondered at your strength, your virility, your serenity, your happiness. And I wondered at the I was stunned. causes of your change. Now I know. You were sick of Idleness, sick of uselessness, if not of society sick of the horrible noises and smells and contacts one can no longer escape In the cities. I am sick of all that, too, and I could tell you many women of our kind who You have suffer in a like manner. done what many of us want to do, but have not the courage. You have left It. I am not blind to the splendid difference you have made in your life. I think I would have discovered, even If your brother had not told me, what good you have done to the Mexicans and cattlemen of your range. Then you have work to do. That Is much the secret of your happiness, Is It not? Tell me. Tell me something of what It means to you?" "Work, of course, has much to do with any ones happiness," replied No one can be happy who Madeline. has no work. As regards myself for the rest I can hardly tell you. I have never tried to put It In words. Frankly, I believe. If I had not had money that I could not have found such contentment here. That Is not In any sense a judgment against the West. But If I had been poor I could not have bought and maintained my ranch. Stillwell tells me there are many larger ranches than mine, but none just like It. Then I am nlmost paying my expenses out of my business. Think of that ! My Income, Instead of being wasted. Is mostly saved. I think I hope I am useful. Of course my ranch nnd range are real, my cowboys are typical. If I were to tell you how I feel about them It would simply be a story of how Madeline Hammond sees the West. They are true to the West. It Is I who nni strange, and what I feel for them may he strange, too. Edith, hold to your own Impressions. But, Majesty, my Impressions have changed. At first I did not like the wind, the dust, the sun, the endless open stretches. But now I do ltke them. Where once I saw only terrible wastes of barren ground now I see beauty and something noble. Then, at first, your cowboys struck me as dirty, rough, loud, crude, savage all that was primitive. But I was wrong. I have changed. The dirt was only dust, and this desert dust is clean. They are still rough, loud, crude, and savage in my eyes, but with a difference. They are natural men. They are little children. Monty Price is one of nature's Nothing Helped until She noblemen. The hard thing Is to disE. Pink-ham- s cover It. AH his hideous person, all Began Taking Lydia his actions and speech, are musks of Vegetable Compound his real nature. Nels Is a joy, a simple, sweet, kindly, quiet man whom "When my baby was born, 'says Mrs. some woman should have loved. What 106 High Street, Bay City, would love have meant to him! He Posluszny, Michigan, I got up told me that no woman ever loved him too soon. It madia me so sick that I was except his mother, and he lost her tired of living and when he was ten. Every man ought to the weakness run me he loved such a man as down something awNels. Somehow Lis gun record doe ful. I could not get not impress me. I never could believe out of bed mornup he killed a ntun. Then take your foreings on account of man. Stewart. He is a cowboy, his my back ; I thought it would break in two, work and life the same as the others. and if I started to do Hut he has education and most of the any work I would graces we are In the habit of saying have to lie down. I do Is make a gentleman, a Stewart wonum ever suffered notbeaeve strange fellow, just like this strange worse thantnaiany I did. I spent lots of money, I a Hes and man, Majesty, country. but nothing helped me until I began to admire him. So, you see, my impres- take Lydia E. Pinkhams Vegetable sions are developing with my stay out Compound. I felt a whole lot better here. I like the country, I like the men. after the first bottle, and I am still takOne reason I want to go home soon ing it for I am sure it is what has put me on my feet Is because I atn discontented enough If you are suffering from a displaceat home now, without falling In love with the West, for, of course, Majesty, ment, irregularities, backache, nervousfeI would. I could not live out here. ness, sideache or any other form of male weaknes you should write to The And that brings me to tny point. AdLydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co., Lynn, mitting all the beauty and charm and Massachusetts, for Lydia E. Pinkhams wholesorneness and good of this wonPrivate Text-Boo- k upon Ailments Pederful country, s till it Is no place for culiar to Women. It will lie sent you You have free upon request Thia book contains you, Madeline Ilammond. your position, your wealth, your name, valuable information. your family. You must marry. You must have children. You must not give up all that for a quixotic life In a wilderness." "I am convinced, Edith, that I shall live here all the rest of my life. "Oh, Majesty ! I hate to preach this way. But I promised your mother I would talk to you. And the truth Is I hate I hate what Im saying. I envy you your courage and wisdom. I know you have refused to marry Boyd Harvey. I could see that In his face. I believe you will refuse Castleton. Whom will you marry? What chance is there for a woman of your position to niary out here? What In the world will become of you? "Quien sabe? replied Madeline, with a smile that was almost sad. Not so many hours after this conversation with Edith Madeline sat with Boyd Harvey upon the grassy promontory overlooking the west, and she listened once again to his suave courtship. Suddenly she turned to him and said, Boyd, If I married you would you be willing glad to spend the rest of your life here In the West? he exclaimed. There Majesty was amaze In the voice usually so even and well modulated--amaz- e In the handsome face usually so Indifferent. Her question had startled him. She saw him look down the Iron-gra- y cliffs, over the barren slopes and cedared footridges, beyond the cactus-coverehills to the grim and ghastly desert. Just then, with Its red veils of sunlit Its Illimitable waste of ruined and upheaved earth, It was s sinister spectacle. he replied, with a tingle of No, shame in his cheek. Madeline said no more, nor did he speak. She was spared the pain of refusing him, and she Imagined he would never ask her again. There was both relief and regret In the conviction. It was Impossible not to like Boyd He was handsome, young, Harvey. rich, well born, pleasant, cultivated he was all that made a gentleman of his class. He was considered a very desirable and eligible young man. Madeline admitted all this. Then she thought of things that were perhaps exclusively her own strange Ideas. Boyd Harveys white skin did not tan even In this southwestern sun and wind. His hands were whiter than her own, and as soft They were a proof that he never worked. Ills frame was tall, graceful, elegant. It did not bear evidence of ruggedness. He had never Indulged in a sport more strenuous than yachting. He hated effort and activity. He rode horseback very little, disliked any but moderate motoring, spent much time in Newport and Europe, never walked when he could help It, and hnd no ambition unless it were to pass the days pleasantly. If he ever had any sons they would be like him, only a generation more toward the inevitable extinction of his race. Madeline returned to camp In just the mood to make a sharp, deciding contrast. It happened fatefully, perhaps that the first man she saw wns Stewart. Stewart wns a combination of fire, strength, and action. These attributes seemed to cling about him. There was something vital and compelling in his presence. 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