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Show n?nAV, 'NOVEMBER 21, 1925 AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1925 1 o MNGIEE.ROE CoreRiorr by thc mccau. oompty J V L3U WNU BrrtL'. SYNOPSIS . l-r-nt-Kat. Cathrew, "Cattle t! to McKane s .tore at Cor- lJL i..rint8d br the slaM P1",'', m & valley below, 'frill, bullet near th hor.e. .-ro II Nance Allison, the Kate Cathrew had vented Twub htr widowed mother t,lt:' Rud farmlnit land r-Pt' V Jath-r. killed a ahort. .'P'iV, mytertou. accidents L SI victim of. o deliberate at-hwlm at-hwlm w "kill him. Kate Cath-LS"the Cath-LS"the farm for pasture land. Ffrfieg to frighten the Allisons CHAPTER HI TM Iron Hand of Sky Line. futhrew Cattle Kate Cathrew L me an eagle, on the' crest of Uld looklug down. She looked iilflflf the steep slopes or ;uys-: ;uys-: ridge, dark with the everlasting i of conifers' speckled with the Er green of glade and brush patch. leered red of outcropping stone down to the silver thread of Viai river flowing between Its Mid banks, the fair spread of iiller with Its priceless feeding buildings of Sky Line ranch lay v it thA foot of Rainbow cliff. Let solid, like a fortress, reached bj cattle trulls, for there was. no d rosd. There couia nave neen thMP forbidding steers. The bp themselves were built of fbat ill that was within them Jobs Into the lonesome country on mules, even to the big steel range t kitchen. The house Itself was an pag place, packed with all neces- beauuiul with luxuries, its contort con-tort a fortune. It had many i ind a broad veranda circled It. tries stood In ranks about It. and ttlte sheer face of Rainbow cliff back a six-inch stream of crys- Iiter shot forth "lri a graceful arc to height of a man's shoulder. f Into a natural basin In the solid bj its own ceaseless action. (stretching out like widespread either aide this majestic cliff pwatag the ridge for seven miles. India escarpment, straight up- 'W, averaging two hundred feet Iti bus in the slanting earth to f arp line of Its rim-rock. tbow ellff, 'grim runrdlun of the jr Country ami the Deep Heart JWMelves. sum.osed to he Im- le la all Its length, dark in the day but gleaming afar with all tim of the spectrum wlien the Nped over toward the west at -V) man was ever known to have I the cliff save and exeent John k found dead at Its foot two ci for the giant spine was "both side. Men from the Up- -'wrj nad penetrated the Deep 1 its northern base, but there tod Stopped, to circle tfa rtla. Bda nM ... . , , Ulv oi-vrfiB mey naa f t wrest from it. Mte Cathrew lived nmlor If. a p balf-sybarltlc woman, running on the slopes of Mystery, w mem like any man. stand-"fwnd-tip. branding, beef-gatb- r keen ft VAN Ttl 1 oa n tw nnth In rv r high-handed. Her riders r mt lightest word, though, they rTM a type that few men 1 at to hnmlla j (:., ' t "HlU-lQUIUlCUi f. sharp-eyed, hard riders r unniters, as ull the world of Hearts knew. Cathrew US? work out of them- d J 10 none of them. hat ther were hot hearts wt0t and tlnnla l . v" uiui ioi wet Uiemsetves hungrily Passed H.o. i w - --tj iu urr euyrvuiv J Charley carrfed a bnllet-scar "Ot lhl.nl, I... ... . . M ttUU aiS uasrora r tlu a siiifht .v. f,U DO Othor nunc nuuiuu at would have none. Mh Stalwart vnnn Ti v.i. I lid , . . " tvmu uau- W aT brown Pirch- f? Wder her supervision, and J? the d!lJ afte,. Kat..f L -w urdova, she sat In Uw fOOm at k. t i.. i.-ut ttithT IW-T,nii her now. broad hat, the peari-but- rrlnel riding aklrt -won- - nioo I kv n,. taooth backward sweep b'M flered silk, Cflvantagt, which needed 8nk "tacking, Knoothod auklcs, una'soft kid sTTpISrirvuuIty of cut and make and sparkling buckle, clothed her feet In beauty. She was either a fool or very brave, for she was the living spirit of seduction. seduc-tion. But the somber eyes she turned up from her work to scan the rider who came to her, his hat In his hands, were all business, impersonal. -. "Well?" she said Impatiently. The man was young, scarce more than a boy, of a devil-may-care type, aad be looked at her fearlessly. "ITere's something for you, I'.oss.'" he said grlnnin-, us lie handed her. u Boiled bit of paper. It was thin, yellowed with ate, and It seemed to have been roughly handled. han-dled. The mistress of Sky Line spread it out before her on the top of the dark wood desk. "The Lord Is the strength of my life," she read, "of whom shall 1 be afraid? Though an host shall encamp against me, my heart shall nut fear." It was unsigned ami the characters, while hurriedly scrawled, were made by bold strokes, as It a strong heart had, Indeed, inspired tliem, a strong hand penned them. With a full-mouthed oath Kate Cath-rew Cath-rew crumpled the bit of paper In her hand and flung It in the waste-basket against the wall. "How did you get that?" she demanded. de-manded. "On the point of the knife you sent th' girl," he answered soberly, "an' right near the middle of my stomach." For a considerable space of time the woman sat regarding him. "I sent you to help In the breaking of morale," she said coldly, "not to bring me back defiance. de-fiance. Next time I'll send a more trustworthy man." She nodded dismissal, and the youth went quickly, his face burning. At the far end of the veranda be almost al-most ran Into Big Basfonl, whose huge, gorllla-like shape was made more sinister und repellant by the perceptible percept-ible limp. Basford was always somewhere some-where near, if possible, when men talked with Kate Cathrew. His great strength and stature, his small eyes, black and rimmed with red, his unkempt head and flaring black beard, everything about him suggested a savagery and power with which few men cared to trifle. He scanned the boy's flushed face with swift appraising. - "I take It," he was grinning, "that the host wasn't pleased with you?" "Take It or leave It," said the other with foolhiydy daring, "Is it any of your business?" With a smothered roar Big Basford leaped for him, surprisingly nimble on his lamed foot, surprisingly light. He caught him by the throat and bore him backward across the veranda's veran-da's edge, so that both bodies fell heavily on the hoards of the floor. "You'll find what's my business, Cuid Kwepl oVn ultl huIU ulIngrroTu its two pegs the heavy quirt that always al-ways hung there. With the first Jab of the hoy's head back on the floor, she was running down the veranda, her arm raised high. With the second she was between Big Basford and the light like a threat of doom. . . As he . surged forward once more above the blackening face In his throttling throt-tling lingers, she flung her body back In a stiff arc to get more impetus and drove the braided lash forward and down like a fury. It clrcjed Big Ilasford's head from the back, the hitter end snapping across bis face with indescribable force. , It .curled him away from his victim, tumbling back on his heels with his murderous hands covering his cheeks. For a moment , hehung on the veranda's edge. haluiMMl. then dipped off. lurching on his lame foot. He held his hands over his face for a tense moment, mo-ment, then he looked up through hla fingers, w here the blood was beginning to. ooze, straight nt the woman. The rod rimmed eye wen- savage with raue and lmrt. but behind both was a flaming passion which seemed to swell and burgeon with a perverted admiration. ad-miration. "I've told you before. Basford," said Kute Catlirew. "that l will deal with my men myself. I don't need your overly zealous aid. (let out of my sight and stay out till you can heed what I say. Minnie, take this fool away pump some wind into htTrrtltvr him some whisky." She Touched the boy contemptuously with the tov of her buckled slipper. Jle was. weakly trying to get up and the I id girl unceremoniously finished the effort, lilting him almost bodily in her arms arid supporting him through the door into the kitchen. The look she turned over her shoulder at Big Basford wus venomous. Tho owner of Sky Line walked down the veranda to her living-room door. At Its" lintel she stopped and stood, drawing the heavy quirt throuuh her tingers. looking hack at Big Basford. He had watched her progress and now the hard, bright, sparkling gaze of her dark eyes seemed to force him ,toJ movement, so that he picked up his hat, set It on his head and turned away towards the corrals nt Bainbow's foot, swinging with a rolling gait that further mude one think of jungle folk. But the lips In the flaring beard were twitching. Kate Cathrew went In and hung the quirt on Its smooth pegs, then sat down and took up her Interrupted work Just where she had left It. ry nef labor ToFa whne lo resnfferi known head somewhere In the Peep Knit i.m.i w u i 1 . . ... . - ........ body and refresh her soul. "I've Just got to ride the hills. Mammy." she said smiling, "got to fish the holes In Blue Stone canyon, to climb the slot for a little while. It will he my only chance, yon know there's the bay. to cut soon and the corn to cultivate, and the cattle to look after later. I cun't work all the year, Mammy, without a little play." At which the mother's tragic eyes filled with tears this for her daughter's daugh-ter's only play the riding In the lonesome lone-some hilis the. fishing for trout iu u shadowed canyon when her young feet should have been tripping to the Hit of tiddies when she should have had ribbons and muslin flounces, und a sweetheart the things of youth ere her youth should pass! Pass, tolling at the handles Of a plow! It wa a poignant pala Indeed, that brought those insistent teafs, that withheld the fear-urged protest. . - So, in the golden mornings, Nalice began to saddle Buckskin and ride a way, a snack of bread and bacon tied behind the cantle, to come ambling home at dusk happy, sweet, filled' with. The Joy of life, sometimes n string. of speckled beauties 'danKlIng at her knee, sometimes empty-handed. Sometimes Bud went with her, but it 'wus not, fair to Iuu and Molly, the 1 heavy team, to cheat them of their share of rest, since Bud must ride one or the ether of them, and so Nance rode for the most part nlone. She "lifted up her eyes to the hills" in all truth and drew from them a "You'll Find What's My Business, D n You," Qrlttsd Bla Basford. -You r d n you," gritted Big Buslord; "you 1" Be got to his knees and straddling the lad's body came down on hla throat with all his weight In his terrible grip. At the sound of the fall Minnie Vine leaped, to window. - - "That black deyli to kUIIng the Blue Eye" she sold In patois Spanish, to Josefa, "Give m that knife " But therw was no need of Minnies Interference. ' ' Kate Cathrew had beard that heavy thunder oX tailing bodies on boaThiand she was .Quicker than her for the was up nd sway from the desk before BU Basford bad risen on bin. kneajv tafl- - aeroi-tV left CHAPTER IV The Mystery of Blue Stone Canyon. On the rich flats of Nameless, Nance Allison .tilled her soil und iier blue eyes caressed the land. The homestead home-stead was a fetish with her. It had been her poppy's dream of empire. It was hers. He had stuck by and tolled, hud secured his patent, made the good start. .She asked nothing better thnn to carry on, to see It prosper and endure. But strange' disasters had befallen her, one after the other first and bitterest, bit-terest, the hidden rope stretched In a cattle trail two years back, just after John Allison's mysterious deaih, which sent young Bud's pony tumbling to the gulch below and left the boy to walk lopsided ever after. At that the girl hud almost weakened weak-ened In her stubborn purpose. Shi' hHd held the young bend In her arms many a weary hour when' the naln was worst, and tried to build a plan of a future away from Nameless valley, but Bud would not listen. The bare thought made him fret and toss, sent the red blood burning In his cheeks. "We'll never let 'era beat us out. Nance," he would pant with his hot breath, "the land Is ours, safe and legal, le-gal, and no bunch o' cut-throats Is goin' to get It from us. Not while we can stand not while we can ride or 'plow or use a gun !" But Nance would stop him always there. "Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort com-fort me,"" she would say gently, "we have no need of guns, Bud." However, as the seasons passed, each with Its promise and Its Inevitable Inevi-table blight, her face had become graver, less smiling. There had been the hay fire then the fire in the night where no fire was or had been. There had been the six fat steers that disappeared disap-peared from the range and were never heard of.' though Bud rode Buckskin to a lnther In a fruitless search for them. There hail been the good harness cut to pieces one night when Bud had forgotten for-gotten to lock It up. All these had been disasters In a real sense to these people living so meagerly with their scant possessions. And this year they were more than poor, they were In debt to McKane for the new harness that had to be bought to replace The- other. But Nance looked at her fjeld of corn coming In long rows of tender green on the brown floor of the well-worked land and hoped. She was prone to hope. It was part of her equipment for the battle bat-tle of life, her shield before the lance of her courage, her buckler of energy. "It looks like a heavy crop, McKane,". Mc-Kane,". she told the trader honestly, "snd I'll have far and away more than enough for yo-I think I'll have enough left for my winter stake." --"Hope yotl K ' McKane. for though he was none too scnipolonr where his own Interests were concerned, con-cerned, be felt a vague admiration for the game girl working her lonely homestead In her dead father's place. So, wtH the crop spreading It four delicate Wades to the coaling sun and tt. bay knedeep In the big fenced jlat across the river. Niafj Uliojllajd very present strength. The dark, blue- j green slopes of the tumbling ridges, j covered with a tapestry of finely j picked out points of plue und lir trees, tilled her with the Joy of tits nature lover, the awed humility of the humble heart which considers the handiwork of CJod. She lay for hours on some log high In a sunny glade, her hands under her, fair head, her lips smiling unconsciously, unconscious-ly, her long blue eyes dreaming Into the eloud-tlecked heavens, nnd sometimes some-times she wondered what the future held f'T.her after the fashion of maids since the world began. She recalled .the. .restless wanderings. of the family in her early years, remembered vaguely vague-ly the home and the school In old Missouri, Mis-souri, her father's caseless urge for travel. And then had come their Journey's Jour-ney's end, here In the austere loneliness loneli-ness of Nameless valley, where hf. nomad heart had settled down and had been st home. She thought of these familiar things, snd of others not familiar, such as picturing the house she and Bud would one day build on the big meadow, with running water piped from the rushing stream Itself, with carpets Mrs. Allison wss already sewing Interminable balls of "rags" for the fabric and with such simple comforts as seemed to her nothing noth-ing short of luxuries. She knew of a woman In Bement who wove carpets, a Mrs. Torter, at the reasonable price of thirty cents a yard, warp Included The warp should be brown-and-whlte, she decided at least she had so de cided long back after many conferences confer-ences with her mother. Brown and white running softly through the dim colors of the rngs--nothlng new enough to Ye bright went into the balls, though there would be n soft golden glow all through the hit and-mlss fabric from the "hunks" dyed with copperas brown and white, Nance thought, would make It seem like the floor of the woods in fall weathered und beautiful. She could scarcely wait the time of the fulfillment of this dream, when the cabin floors should be soft under foot. Longing for the refinements was strong In her, though limited painfully to such simple scope as Cordova supplied, sup-plied, or as she remembered dimly from the days of her childhood In Mis souri. But the glory of the land was too compelling for Idle dreams of the future. fu-ture. Here at hand were carpets of brown pine needles, shot through with scarlet bleeding hearts. Here were mosses soft and wonderful wonder-ful when one bent close enough to study their minute and Intricate patterns. pat-terns. Here were vast distances and dropping slopes, veiled In pale blue haze so delicate as to seem a haHo-clnation. haHo-clnation. Here also, were the mysterious fastnesses fast-nesses of Blue Stone canyon, Its perpendicular per-pendicular walls of eroded rock cut by seam and fissure. Its hollow aisles resonant always of the murmurous stream that tumbled through them. Nance loved the canyon. She liked to climb among its boulders, to whip Its frequent pools for the trout that hung lu their moving smoothness, to listen to the thousand voices that seemed always whlsi wring and talking. They were made of fairy stuff and madness, these voices. If one sat still and listened long enough he could swear that they were real, that strange conoourses discussed the secrets of the spheres. On the hottest days of summer sum-mer the canyon wus cool, for a wind drew always through It from Its un- liearts -themselves far to the north and east. Buckskin felt the mysterious mysteri-ous Influence of the soundful silences pricking his ears, listening, holding his breath to let It out lrr snorts, and Nance laughed at his uneasiness. . "Buckskin," she said one day. ns she lay Mretcjied at length on n flat rock bev- ' i boiling riffle, "you're a bundle ef . es, n nuturl-btrn finder of fivnv There Isn't n thing bigger or uu'lier than yourself In Mil the canyon -.-unless It's a panther sVulklng up. In the branches, ami Tie wouldn't come t ear for a fortune though what could be fortune to a cougar, I wonder?" Klie went on to herself,' smiling nt 'the strip of sky that topped the frowning rim-rock, rim-rock, "only a full belly, I gneSs the murderer." She lay a long time basking In the sun that shone straight down, for It was noon, reveling In the relaxation of her young body, long worked to tin' limit and frankly tired. She took her bread and bacon from pocket and ate with the relish which only" healthy youth can muster, clearing clear-ing up the last crumb, drank from the '-(- stream. Tier face to the surface, and finally rose with a long breath of satisfaction. sat-isfaction. "You can stay here, you old "frit Id-cut," Id-cut," she said to the pony, dropping his rein over his head, "It's hard on your fort, anyway. Me I'm going on up n ways." Buckskin looked anlously after her, but stayed w here he was bid, as u well-trained well-trained horse should do, und the girl went on up the canyon, her fair head bare, her hands on her hips. She drank,. In the somber beauty of the dull blue wulls, hung to their tow erlng rims with corruscatlon und prominence carved fantastically rhy erosion of uncounted years listened, Hps apart the4 better to hear, to the deep blended monotone of the talking voices. She skirted great boulders fallen from above, waded a rlllle here, leaped a narrow there, and always the great cut became rougher, wilder, more forbidding for-bidding and mysterious. She stood for a long time beside s pool that lay, still-seeming and dark, behind a huge rock, but in whose shadowed shad-owed depths she could see the swirling swirl-ing of white sand that marked Its turmoil. LEGAL ADVERTISING IN THE DISTRICT COURT OF UTAH COUNTY, 8TATE OF UTAH, In the Matter of the estate of Alice Al. Whlteley. deceased, and the estate of Joseph B. Whltely, some times known as J. K. ' NVaitelej, deceased. de-ceased. No. tl2fl Brobate. NOTICK TO CREDITOR ' Creditors', will present claims with vouchers to the undersigned at tho olllce of Martin M. Larson, attorney-" at law. Knight Build ins:, Provo, Utah, on or 'before the 21st day of January, 1920, or bo forever barred. MY BON WH'ITKLEV, Executor of the estate of Alice M. ' Whiteley deceased, and administrator adminis-trator of the estate of Joseph E. Whiteley, deceased. MARTIN. M. LARSON. ttorney for executor and administrator. First l-ubllcatlon November 21, 192.1. ljst Publication December 12. 1925. (To be continued) Long and Cottly Work More thun 3m00 miles of spirit-level spirit-level lines have been run In the United States to discover the exact elevation of ground above sea level. o Holet in Cheeit The bureau of dairying does not believe that there Is any cheese In which the holes are made by worms. Most cheese In which holes. are found Is made In such a way as to develop gas which produces a specific organism organ-ism which causes holes. o Sahara Once Fertile? Arabian tradition Is that water was still abundant when theArabs first entered en-tered the Sahara In the Seventh century, cen-tury, nnd that the drylng-up process was not completed until the Thirteenth century. Hit Instruction The broker was very sick, and at times delirious. In one of his lucid moments he asked the nurse what the last readings had shown his tempera ture to be. "One-hundred and one," she said. "Good," said the patient "When It gets to lOi'i. self 1 - o . Cranberry Cultivation Out of a total of acres of cranberries In the United States, 14,000 are In Massachusetts and 13,000 in New Jersey. Cranberries are little grown outside of the United States. About 100 acres are being cultivated In Nova Scotia and they have been tried with little success In Norway, the Nether lands and Denmark. Magnetic Blanket For Sale. Inquire Mrs. Walter Slack, American Pork. 11-21-lt Wanted To . trade Ford sedan for milk cows. J. W. Grant American Fork. ixst vream colored Jersey cow. A circle brand on the left hip. Re turn to Carl Anderson, American Fork. Reward. 11-21 -lp Over. All LEVI: n ri a xouins x w men am A new pair FItEE if They Rip Look for the Two Horses Sheriff's Sale IN THE FOURTH JUDICIAL DIS TRICT COURT OF. THE; STATE OF JTAII, IN AND FOR UTAH 'OUNTY. Tho State of Utah, Plaintiff, vs. William II. -Kershaw and Anna M. iCershaw, his wife; Byron S. Kershaw nnd Clarice Kershaw, his wifev Chris A. Chrlstouhersun and Ardoll A. 'hristopherson, his wife; Francis W. Klrkhnm. and Khnds R. Ktrkham, his wife; Charles A. Bobbins and Jane Doe Robblns. his wife; and R. U. Bobbins, and Jane Doe Robblns, his wife, IMendants. Notice of Sheriff's Sale of Reul Property. To be sold at Sheriff's Sale on Tuesday the 1st. day of December at eleven o'clock A. M. of said day at the front door of the County Court House of Utah County, situated In Provo City, Utah County, State of Utah, all the right, title claim and Interest of the above named defendants, of, In and to the following described real property, to-wlt: Commencing at a "point 9-100 (.09) chains North and Six and 10-100 (6.10) chains West from the South east corner of the Southwest quarter of Section Thirty (30) Township Five (5) South, Range Two (2) East, Salt Lake Meridian, and running thence North Twenty-Two and 42-100 (22.42) chains; thence West Twenty (20) chains; thence South Fourteen and 84-100 (14.84) chains; thence East Twenty Hundredths (.20) chains; thence South Seven end 58-100 (7.58) chains; thenc Bast Nineteen and, 80-100 (19.80) chains, to the place of beginning, area 44.74 acres. Also, 20 shares of water right in the American Fork Canyon per Court Decree, De-cree, also free and unrestricted use of two separate Irrigation streams of spring or slough water, one known as the Ovard Slough and the other tho Rourus Slouglu'together with any and all water right used on or in connection con-nection with the above described land. Together with all and singular the tenements, heredltltnents, and appurtenances ap-purtenances thereunto belonging or in any wise appertaining. Purchase price payable In Lawful Money ot the United States. Dated at Provo City, Utah County, State of Utah, this 28th of October, 1925. . J. D. BOYD, Sheriff of Utah County, State of Utah. By EUAS A GEJ, Deputy Sheriff. Booth and Brockbank attorneys for plaintiff, Knight Block, Provo, Utah. First Publication October 31, 1925. ' Last Publication November 21, 1925. Assessment Notice No. 63 Pacific Gold Mining and Milling Company, principal place ot business, American Fork, Utah. Notice is hereby given, that at a meeting ot the Directors of the above named company, held on the 27th day of October, 1925, assessment No. 63, of 120.00 per 1000 shares (two cents per share) was levied on the capital stock of the corporation, payable Immediately to II. C. Johnson, Secretary, Secre-tary, at his office, American Fork, Utah. Any stock on which this assessment remains unpaid, on November 28, 1925, will be delinquent and advertised for sale at public auction and unless payment is made before, will be - sold on Monday, December 21st, 1925, at 4' o'clock p. m. at the office of the Secretary, at American Fork, to pay the delinquent assessment, together with the cost of advertising and expense of sale. H. C. JOHNSON, Secretary. First" Publication October 31, 1925. ; Her Recognition , ... Small . Elisabeth and .her. mothse were wauinj aown the street wne they saw an urchin approaching them Elizabeth stuck but her tongue. When they had gone on, her mother Inquired "Why did you stick ont your tongue at that little boy wt just passed." There was a . pause while Elizabeth considered. "WhyT ''he replied, at j length. "Why, mother, to show hla I recofTiuea nun r |