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Show THE LEfll SUN. LEH1. UTAH 4. s I ..J I lr - vi E By WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE CopyrliM by WnUun U ecLeoa lUIne . TThe ditch was e lateral fc KWBS MB' by? kf? San' It "ticks JSfc Tbe sllt-'Sabottheold sllt-'Sabottheold of track herein i SJ bottom of the Lt abore. He Miss Julia dropped S i ff" k .heat It back later i the dltcb tun on blm." ipd Wb8 1116 J nearly an hour at remounted and rode Stark appeared at the .a toward evening. He into the house with the d(i master. 'ri tilffl and drew him Into m that aened as the spring place- mt a. walled, "isn't It t beard," be told her. "P cattle all day Fellow told me when 1 got Slesi 1 came right oot" seaorici flashed back to ganger brother had said, sigot he saw yon near the ottouwoods. Were you up ber face with a look j and sullen suspicion. ijse'L Nowhere near h (here Dad was billed. ( (hot Wlls McCann there U We thougnt mayoe mi thought wrong," he 'A harshly. "But I hope bat Wo did a good Job." like, but awf'iy badly nitnot through the lung iit. Doctor Sanders fie basat much chance." Where to be at?" to. Whacha mean?" .. he's here in the house, lit line," : ftocsbt him here?" BEGINNING THE STORY Wilson McCann, young Arlsona ranchman, flndt an old friend Jim Yerby, with a broken le. Julia Btark. daughter ofMat hew Stark. Inveterate enemy of tbo McCann., 1. rendering flrat aid. jasper Stark, Julia's brother, attempts to kill Wilson. Ann Glfford-with Glfford-with her young sister, Ethel. Is sheep ranching ana on that account unpopular with the cattlemen. "Night riders" shoot a McCann ranch hand. Peter McCann, Wilson's father, offers a reward for the disclosure dis-closure of their Identity. Wilson McCann horsewhips Jasper, he making practically no resistance. Matthew Stark posts notice he will kill Wilson on sight. Ann Gilford's tragedy Is the fate of her dead sister, Nora, betrayed and abandoned by her lover. Jasper Stark and Carl Qltner, known as a "killer," hold sinister secret con. ferences. A Stark rider, Tom McArdle, is believed by the Starks to have been killed by the McCanns, but rumor links his name with that of Nora Glfford. Matthew Stark Is shot and killed, from ambush. am-bush. Julia finds him dead, with Wilson McCann stooping over him. She and Pbll, her younger brother, accuse McCann of tha killing despite his vehement denial. Wilson Is shot from the chapparal while standing over Stark's body. Believing him dying, Julia and her brother have him taken to the Stark home. Dave Stone, Stark rider a Texan with a record as a "killer" doubta Wilson's guilt, and investigates. bully us. We don't want the McCanns Mc-Canns here any more n you do. We hate It especially " She bit her Up to keep back a sob. Both the men knew she was thinking of her father. "Well, then, why not throw 'em out?" Jasper wanted to know. "Because we're not savages," she replied. "I don't sabe this business, Jule," he told her, narrowed eyes full on hers. "What's back of It? What game are you playln'?" A flush swept the girl's cheeks and died away, leaving ber white and stilL She knew what he meant that this was a covert insinuation in-sinuation of a love affair between her and Wilson McCann. A wave of nausea engulfed her. "I think you're the most hateful man 1 ever knew," she flamed, and J in a roar of rage. J 'hi moment he ceased to filli mentioned more lnfor-Jilt lnfor-Jilt added fuel to bis fury, ptr's here looking after HcCannl" ; lid there's nn nap shnnt. f Dili's lying in the next Miaow.- sne spoRe quiet- i straight at Mm. aped up and down shak-itfcL shak-itfcL It was not till he i specific threat that she I Wat, Jag. TouH not P I told blm he might y. taj N Mm. Goddlemighty, jM to do with it? Claim here now, do you? HI ft about that." Fi come Into the room and m beside his sister. I n to cases. Just what ;Masr he asked, f Why, ain't I the oldest y ronnin' the Circle aL- m H mt b00tg JJJfhenow an' don't Tie eyes of the boy Jhf5 k h" 8lster b g bomb. "I reckon Ur' etcher boy Tom out here iD will Right fcalitbe. Cean'ltrled to 'it, T to 1 Wor&" turned a sick-I sick-I me out of it, did fteld publicly to fi - ,asP was no hi temper and lh?noDact mean I Dt, any- 'iS He had hiX"- His their father. Wit 5?- "ere ana Jasper's Face Had Turned a Sickly Yellow. "Cut Me Out of It, Did He?" went out of the room on a crescendo crescen-do of sobs. Phil missed the point but knew that his sister thought Jasper had Insulted her. He asked a question bluntly. "What you drivin' at, anyhow?" "Don't you get sore, . too, kid," the older brother answered. "I got eyes, an I use 'em. She's mighty high-heeled, Jule is. But she can't draw the wool over my eyes. It ain't all Christian kindness that's moving her. Not on yore sweet life. It's that Wils McCann. She's In love with him." "What I" "Sure as you're a foot high. There's somethln doln' between her an' that lobo wolf that killed Dad." Jasper nodded malevolently and triumphantly. His brother recoiled, hard hit "I don't believe It" "YouH see," Jasper promised, wisely. To those stricken by erlef It seems at first that death has dammed the river of life and that Its channel must be forever dry. But it Is of the fortunate essence of our being that life flows on in spite of us. The very detail of existence ex-istence so absorbs us that our sorrow sor-row Is pushed Into the background. Thus it was with Julia In the days after her father's body bad been laid to rest Her time was very fully occupied, for she had in herited the Joint management w large Interests. Jasper still called the ranch his home apparently. though he was of no use whatever In looking after It Julia did not understand him at alL It was not only that he considered himself Ill- used. There was something on ms mind that made him. savage and Irritable. Ir-ritable. In Mesa was a Mexican tendejon that had become a sink of Iniquity where the scum of humanity hu-manity gathered. It was known as Pedro's place. Here Jasper went every morning and remained most of the day. Wilson McCann and his father were still at the Stark ranch. Slowly. Inch by Inch, the young man was beating back the tide that had almost engulfed him. His strength began to renew itself. He was so nearly out of danger that the ques tion of moving him became Imminent Immi-nent Neither Phil nor Julia ever entered the sick room or exchanged a word with the McCanns. On an afternoon Julia made a suggestion to Phil that flushed his boyish face with pleasure. "Let's go see the Glfford girls. We ought to show we feel friendly. Don't you think so? Tou used to know them, didn't you?" "Yes. before before Nora went away, I knew 'em right well But now nobody's welcome there." "And Jasper knew them, too, Tve heard." "Yep. Quite a few of the boys went there, Tom McArdle did an' Gitner an' Tve seen Dave Stone there. They don't any of 'em go any more. Ann won't have 'em. Makes it mighty lonesome for EtheL She's a mighty nice gal, Jule. If you could make friends with her an' Ann" He left his sentence unfinished, but It was expressive enough as it stood. "I'll try," she promised. They rode up out of the valley toward TIncup pass. From the distance dis-tance came faint voices. The foreman fore-man of the Circle .Cross was making mak-ing a gather of beeves for the trail. The plaintive bleating of a calf Just reached them. Through the pass they moved down to the desert The girl thought of almost the last time she bad crossed It In the moonlight, beside ber the strong sun-browned man who had become anathema to her family. She bad talked with Dave Stone. In her heart she knew that Wilson McCann Mc-Cann bad not killed ber father. He had given ber his word that be would not wage any but a fair fight In spite of ber resentment against him she believed he would keep bis j word. The horses climbed the mesa where the sheep ranch had its headquarters. A shy-eyed girl came to the door to meet them. At eight of Phil her cheeks flew a flag of color. The boy swung from the saddle. "Miss Ethel, meet my sister. She'll be right glad to know you." Ethel Gifford's blue eyes filmed with tears when Julia came forward for-ward and impulsively kissed her. She was starved for affection. There was none of It In ber life except that which came from Ann. who Jealously protected her from any chance of It on the part of others. "My dear, we're going to be friends," Julia said. The other girl's Up trembled. "Won't you come in?" she invited dubiously. Ann was away from home, but the thought of her obtruded. ob-truded. She would not like her asking the Starks Into the bouse. The visitors followed her Into the low-ceilinged room. It was a home like place, Julia saw In the nrst swift glance. In the deep windows of the adobe walls were potted flowers, geraniums, begonias, and fuchsias. They were curtained with clean muslin. A piano filled An corner. On the mantel were photographs and a framed print of a Del Sarto maaonna. There was a moment of silence before Ethel explained that her sister sis-ter was out at one of the camps. "But I expect her back any time," she n tided. "1 think she must be a pretty good manager." Julia said. "I hear you are doing so weu. m "If we could only sell out and go away." Ethel wistfully replied. "Perhnps we can when folks find out we're making money here." -Ton don't like the desert?" the older girl asked. I hate it It's . . horrible. It . takes ns and . . . crushes oar lives." She flung out ber hands to a gesture of passionate despair. "Folks that are good and kind -they change -and awful things happen." "Yes," said Julia, struck by a sudden depression of sadness. Ethel's sweet mouth quivered. -Oh. rm sorry. I forgot-about vou. I was thinking of myself. It gets so terrible sometlmes-when I let myself think" She broke off. In her eyes was an expression of fear, of some haunting dread too great for endurance. endur-ance. Phil's heart was very tender to this charming creature, so soft and defenseless. It ached for her now. The generous youth In him was eager to defend ber. But defend her against what? Not grief alone for her sister Nora's death bad brought that stricken look Into her face. There was something else something sinister and evil that she felt like a shadow of disaster hovering over her life. What could It be? What had so moved her to futile and protestant outburst? Was It possible that some threat still overhung, one of the nature of which he was In the dark? "Couldn't you and your sister come and stay with us a few days?" Julia asked, her fingers caressing the soft and dimpled cheek, "We'd love to have you?" "Oh, I wish we could. But we can't There's no use talking," Ethel cried. "It's sweet of you to ask us, though. Ann wouldn't want to go. I'm sure she wouldn't" A shadow darkened the doorway. "Where Is It Ann wouldn't want to go?" Miss Glfford came into the room, a quirt dangling from her wrist In an nnlovely khaki divided skirt and spurred boots, a revolver cased In the belt at ber hip, she looked very much a denizen of the desert But she had an aspect of efficient competence. com-petence. "I was asking your sister if you and she wouldn't come and stay for a few days at the Circle Cross. We're lonesome Just now," explained ex-plained Julia. "No, thank you," Ann answered bluntly. "We'd so like to have you come," Julia persisted. "There aren't many of us women folk on the desert Don't you think we ought to be friends?" "Friends 1" Ann's voice carried a laugb far removed from humor. "Why not? When we have lived here two years and none of you have come to see us, when you've all treated us as though we bad the plague, when you've harried our sheep over cliffs and poisoned them, when your vile men" She stopped abruptly, to add a moment later contemptuously, "Yes, let's be friends." "Phil and 1 didn't do any of this, did we?" Julia asked gently. "Oh, I know yon haven't been treated right But give as a chance now. If you're generous youll give ns a chance to make op for it We'd love to try." "I'm not generous," Ann Glfford replied, and In her eyes there burned sparks of anger. "The less we have to do with any of you the better pleased well be." "That's plain enough," Julia said stiffly. "It doesn't leave much room for argument If you won't have our friendship, why of course we can't give It" There was nothing more to be said. Ann bad closed the matter by Imperative veto. Phil longed for a rehearing, but knew It would be of no use. Better than his sister. be guessed at the grounds of Ann's resentment toward the Circle Cross. Most of the cowboys visiting the sheep ranch bad beard whispered comment at the bunk house. Probably Prob-ably she had reason to think some one of them was responsible for the trouble that had come to her sister Nora. His troubled gaze clung to Ethel. For her his heart was wrung. So soft and young she looked, so little lit-tle able to cope with tbe barsb world Into which circumstances had flung her. Ann's attitude was unjust He knew that But he was still a boy, and he did not know how to cope with it Reluctantly he followed Julia from the house and swung to the saddle. They rode across the mesa and dipped Into a draw. Round a sharp bend they moved and came face to face with Jasper. The meeting was a surprise to all three, to Jasper a disconcerting one. "Lo, Jas! Where you headln' for?" bis sister asked. He murmured something about a calf cached by its mother while the cow went to the nearest water bole. Neither Phil nor Julia voiced theli doubts after they had ridden on He was going to the Glfford sheep ranch. Both of them believed that But why? Was It possible that In gplte of Ann's watchfulness be could be holding secret meetings with Etbel? It might be so. He was good-looking In his way. There was a swagger about him some women found attractive. Both Phil and Julia felt that lit tie Ethel Glfford was not one of them. Though Jasper was tbeli brother, they much distrusted him. CTO CONTIXUXD.) OLD FOLK FESTIVAL IS BIG QUARTERLY But Religious Pilgrimage Hat Greatly Changed. Todav la Tiler Ounrterlv. An nn- -m - derslzed, dimmed and sophisticated Big Quarterly, true, but one of the few real folk festivals still celebrated cele-brated In our country. For 121 years on tbe last Sunday In August a throng of negroes, once tumultuous-Iv tumultuous-Iv devout and Intensely emotional, has streamed In to Wilmington, Del., by many roads, In commemoration of the establishment there of the African Union Free Colored Metho dist Protestant church (the AUMP), formed bv free neeroes In 1811. It is an occasion unique to the Delmarva peninsula. Thousands eame In other days. Many hundreds came today. They gather all down the eastern sho ail nn through Pennsylvania and New Jersey, from Virginia and Delaware, In a religious pilgrimage that usea to be conmarable to the "romerlas" of Spanish America, In the begin ning Big Quarterly was strictly, a church festival and Its spiritual character was obvious in the decorum decor-um of the celebrants, who arrived on foot or muleback or In ox carts, hnt with the vears it became a gen eral homecoming for colored people of this large region a huge, gay outlnz and reunion. Special trains were run from many points to ac commodate the devotees, uackmen irrow rlrh. Watermelons, fried fish jand roastln' ears disappeared by the ton. One custard maker, as in -ine nroon Pastures." would never have been adequate. There were bare feet and slat sunbonnets; gentlemen oi nnv imnortance wore high silk hats. It was a gorgeous, vivid crowd that promenaded French street rorty years ago. Just about then the change, the falling away, began. This Sunday tan face powder nnd rnsownnd rouee: plus fours and Antibes shirts Instead of ceremonial toppers; plenty of motorbusses and nrivate cars to save the pilgrims' time. The original animating religi ous fervor has departed ; observance la nerfnnctorv. not exalting: youth does not look wonderstruck nor la aea renewed. The waning was In evltable after the younger colored folk lost their strong devotion to church practice and turned to world ly emotional outlets. A century ago Riff Ouarterlv was for many of them the drop of honey In the tasteless comb. Now they share with all of ns a surfeit of diversions, of human (contacts, of omniscience. New York Herald Tribune. Francesca, Lanncelot and Guinevere, counted the world well lost for tbe brief ecstasy of love. The Sequoia forest untroubled by the rise and fall of nations, unconscious uncon-scious of the sulphurous depths of passion and woe of the human spirit spir-it unchanged by the cataclysmic changes In the world of human thought, mercifully untouched even by terrestrial cataclysms that over whelmed many a mountain and plain, scattered its golden pollen In the spring, its ripened cones In the fall; sang its Inimitable, dreamy song when the winds passed through it Almost within sound of its "hush ing," great civilizations came to ma turity and sank into the soil so deep that the youngest even now, Is Inarticulate. Alice Day Pratt in the Atlantic Monthly. SEQUOIA FOREST A PEAN OF ANTIQUITY Has Seen Civilizations . Rise and Crash. ' It was, , possibly, only yesterday by geologic time when the Sequoia forest began Its definite existence 800,000,000 years, at a guess. Two hundred million years ago it was well established and had fixed hab its much as at present Passing lightly over 190,000,000 years, 10,-000,000 10,-000,000 years ago the genus homo perhaps began to take refuge In its branches, In the days when Moses was a mountain climber, on a portion of the earth's crust very nearly the an tlpodes of the Sinai peninsula a region that was not to receive the name of California for some forty centuries a forest of sequoias stretched their green and glossy fin gers Into the shimmering western sky. Already for an unlmagined period, pe-riod, through summer and winter, cold and heat seed time and har vest, day and night. It had pressed Inch by inch into the firmament; ring by ring it had imperceptibly added to Its girth. Ninevah and Babylon, Rome and Carthage, Tyre and Jerusalem rose and fell. Cyrus and Genghis Khan, Alexander, Julius Caesar and Napoleon Na-poleon conquered the world. Con fucius and Buddha, Jesus and Mohammed Mo-hammed swayed the realm of the spirit Solomon and Socrates, Gali leo and Darwin, produced the bitter and potent fruit of the thinking mind. Homer and Vergil and Dante and Shakespeare gave to the world of the imagination a local habitation, Pericles and Aspasia, Paolo and Penalty of Success "Success knows no eight-hour law." William C. Durant the automobile magnate, was speaking on success at a KlwaniB picnic In Boston. "Yes." he went on. "success. like failure, has Its penalties. The Sin-nicksons, Sin-nicksons, for instance, ran a small boarding house, Wave villa, at Ocean City last year, and their success was verv rreat One afternoon when Mr. Sinnickson came home from the fish market Mrs. Sinnickson said to him : "Tve rented the coalbin to old Jake Hodge, Joe. The rest of the season you'll have to sleep In the chlckenhouse. I'm sure you won't mind the chickens.'" Lice Multiply Swiftly Believe it or not, but the "bugol oglsts" say that a pair of lice or mites under favorable conditions, become great-great-grandparents In four weeks during the hot summer weather. No hen can lay the maximum maxi-mum amount of eggs with hundreds of little biting, sucking creatures running over her day and night Pacific Rural Press. Names in Main Athens, Rome, Carthage, Palmyra and Canton; Paris, Lisbon, Dresden, Naples, Palermo and Vienna ; Waterloo Water-loo and Oxford; and Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Poland, Mexico and Peru are all In the state of Maine. For confirmation see the at las and the postal guide, not to men tion the railroad schedules. Sun Water Heater A water heater that uses the sun's rays only as a source of heat has been built and used successfully In the agricultural engineering de partment at the University of Flor ida. The solar heater has warmed water sufficiently hot for household purposes on practically every day In the yea-. Strawberry Baths la Paris Beauty-culture experts In Paris are advising their clients to take baths In strawberry Juice for beau ty. Many who cannot afford such expensive treatments are rubbing their faces with large ripe strawber ries. One berry a day is sufficient for this method. Price of Responsibility "A man who has no cares," said HI IIo, the sage of Chinatown, "must eventually feel that he has been use less because he was Intrusted with nothing." Washington Star. "Porky" Disables Auto When Merle Ellison of Tltusviile, Pa., parked his car too near a porcupine, por-cupine, the animal's quills pierced a tire for a third of Us circumference, penetrating through the tube. Mental and Sentimental Barbara Isn't Muriel suffering from mental trouble? Loretta No, from sentimental trouble. The Pathfinder. . 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