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Show THE Th (8 Continued. 12 Western Stars Light of.P omaice Stewart led Majesty out Into the darkness past a Hue of mounted horses. "Guess we're ready," he said. 'Til make the count" He went back along the line, and on the return Madeline heard him say several times, "Now, everybody ride close to the horse In front, and keep quiet till daylight." Then the snorting and pounding of the big black horse In front of her told Madeline that Stewart had mounted. "All right, we're oft," he called. Mndeline lifted Majesty's bridle and let the roan go. The trail led In a roundabout way through shallow gullies full of stone and brush washed At every turn now ladehne expected to come upon wa-and the waiting pack-traiBut time passed, and miles of climbing, and no water or horses were met. in Madeline gave place to desire; she was hungry. Stewart kept on. It was eight o'clock by Madeline's watch when, upon turning Into a wide hollow, Bhe saw horses grazing on spare grass, a great pile of canvas-covere- d bundles, and a fire round which cowboys and two Mexican women were busy. Madeline sat her horse and reviewed her followers as they rode up single file. ' Her guests were in merry mood, and they all talked at once. "Breakfast and rustle," called out Stewart, without ceremony. For that matter, Madeline observed Helen did not show any marked contrast to the others. The hurry order did not Interfere with the meal being somewhat In the nature of a picnic. As soon as the pack-tiaiwas In readiness Stewart started It off In the lead to break trail. A heavy growth of shrub interspersed with rock and cactus covered the slopes; and now all the trail appeared to be uphill. The pack-trai- n forged ahead, and the trailing couples grew farther apart. At noon they got out of the foothills to face the real ascent of the mountains. Stewart" waited for Madeline, and as she cam tip he said r "We're going to have a florm. Shall I call a bait and make ramp?" "Here? (Ihnol What do you think best?" "Weil, If we have a good healthy thunderstorm It will be something new for your friends. I think we'd be wise to keep on the go. There's no place to make a good camp. If It rains, let It rain. The pack outfit Is well covered. 'We will have to get wet." "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 It rains, let it rain." Stewart rode on, and Mndeline followed. The way led in a winding 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 welcome change. The pack-trai- n rested, and Stewart and Madeline waited Tor the party to come up. Here he briefly explained to her that Pon Carlos and his bandits had left the ranch Some time In the night. The air grew oppressive; the horses panted. "Sure It'll be a hummer," said Stewart. "The first storra almost always Is 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 ceilar forest, and the feminine contingent declaimed eloquently for rest. But there was to be no permanent rest until night arid then that depended upon reaching the crags. The pack-traiwagged onward, and Stewart fell in behind. The storm-cente- r fathered slowly around the peaks; low rumble and bowl of thunder Increased In frequence; slowly the light haded as smoky clouds rolled up ; the air grew sultrier, and the exasperating breeze puffed a few times and then failed. An hour later the party hnd climbed high and was rounding the side of a 5fceaf bare ridge that long had hidden the crags. The last burro of the pack-trai- n plodded over the ridge out of Madeline's sight. She looked backward down the slope, amused to see tier guests change wearily from side to Irte In their saddles. Far below lay the cedar flat and the foothills. Far to the west the sky was still clear, with shafts of sunlight shooting down from behind the encroaching clouds. Stewart reached the summit of the ridge and, though only a few rods - ahead, he waved to her, sweeping his hand round to what he saw beyond. It whs an Impressive gesture, and Madeline, never having climbed aa high aa thin, anticipated much. Majesty surmounted the last few leps and, snorting, halted beside Ktewart's black. To Madeline the eerie waa aa If the world hnd changed. The ridge was a mountain-top- . It dropped befwe her Into a black, etone-rldge- n storm-wrenche- d n shrtio-patche- many-canyone- d Manned Inky clouds were piling gulf. across the peaks, obscuring the highest ones. A fork of white lightning flaiihed, nnd, like the booming of an avalanche, thunder followed. Madeline glanced at Stewart. He had forgottii her presence. Immovable as stone, he sat his horse, dark-fae, and, like an Indian n conscious of thought, he watched and watched. To see him thus, to divine the strange affinity between the nii ' man. beeoma Dtlmltlve. dark-eyed- NEPHI, UTAH S, A CHAPTER XIV down by floods. TIMES-NEW- and the savage environment that had developed him, were powerful helps to Madeline Hammond in her strange desire to understand his nature. A cracking of hoofs behind her broke the spell. Monty had iron-sho- By Zane Grey Copyright by Harper and Brother d reached the summit. the ebony blackness. It grew larger. "Oene, what it won't all be doln' In Black crossed her line of a mlnnut Moses hisself couldn't tell," vision. The light was a fire. She observed Monty. heard a cowboy song and the wild Then Dorothy climbed to his side' chorus of a pack of coyotes. Stewand looked. art's tall figure, with sombrero slouched "Oh, Isn't It Just perfectly lovely!" down, was now and then outlined she exclaimed. "But I wish It wouldn't against a growing circle of light. And storm. We'll all get wet." by the aid of that light she saw him Once more Stewart faced the ascent, turn every moment or so to look back, keeping to the slow heave of the ridge probably to assure himself that she as it rose southward toward the loom- was close behind. With a frospecjt of fire and warmth, ing spires of rock. Soon he was off smooth ground, and Madeline, some and food and rest, Madeline's enthusirods behind him, looked back with asm revived. What a climb! There concern at her friends. Here the real was promise In this wild ride and lonetoll, the real climb began, and a moun- ly trail and hidden craggy height, not tain storm was about to burst In all Its only In the adventure her friends fury. yearned for, but In some nameless Joy The sky grew blacker; the and spirit for herself. clouds appeared to be sudCHAPTER XV denly agitated ; they piled and rolled and mushroomed and obscured the The Crags. crags. The air moved heavily and seemed to be laden with sulphurous Glad Indeed was Madeline to be liftsmoke, and sharp lightning flashes be- ed on her horse beside a roaring fire t gan to play. A distant roar of wind to see steaming pots upon could be heard between the peals of coals. Except about her shoulders, thunder.- - . which bad been protected by the slickStewart waited for Madeline under er, she was wringing wet. The Mexithe lee of a shelving cliff, where the can women came quickly to help her cowboys had halted the pack-traichange in a tent nearby; but MadeMajesty was sensitive to the flashes of line preferred for the moment to warm lightning. Madeline patted his neck her numb feet and hands and to watch and softly called to him. The weary the spectacle of her arriving friends. burros nodded; the Mexican women "Warm clothes hot drinks and grub covered their heads with their mantles. warm blankets," rang out Stewart's Stewart untied the slicker at the back sharp order. of Madeline's saddle and helped her Then, with Florence helping the on with It. Then he put on his own. Mexican women. It was not long until The other cowboys followed suit. Pres- Madeline and the feminine side of the ently Madeline saw Monty and Dor- party were comfortable, except for the othy rounding the cliff, and hoped the weariness and' aches that only rest and others would come soon. sleep could alleviate. A knotted rope of lightNeither fatigue nor pains, however, ning burned down out of the clouds, nor the strangeness of being packed and Instantly a thunder-cla- p crashe, sardinelike under canvas, nor the seeming to shake the foundations of howls of coyotes, kept Madeline's the earth. This moment of the break- guests from stretching out with long, ing of the storm, with the strange grateful sighs, and one by one dropgrowing roar of wind, like a moaning ping Into deep slumber. Madeline monster, was pregnant with a whispered a little to Florence, and emotion for Madeline Ham- laughed with her once or twice, and mond. Glorious It was to be free, then the light flickering on the canvas healthy, out In the open, under the faded and her eyelids closed. Darkshadow of the mountain and cloud, In ness and roar of camp life, low voices the teeth of the wind and rain and of men, thump of horses' hoofs, coyote storm. serenade, the sense of warmth and Suddenly, as the ground quaked un- sweet rest all drifted away. der her horse's feet, and all the sky When she awakened shadows of grew black and crisscrossed by flaming swaying branches moved on the sunlit canvas above her. Slow, regular breathing attested to the 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, JAj-y- y 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 tent, she saw the remnants of last night's temporary camp, and farther on a grove of beautiful pines from which came the sharp ring of the ax. Wider Immovable aa Stone, He Sat His gsie took In a wonderful park, not Dark-EyeHorse, Dark-Faceand, only surrounded by lofty crags, but Like an Indian Unconscious of full of crags of lesser height, many liftThought. ing their heads from dark green groves of trees. The morning sun, not yet streaks, and between thunderous re- above the eastern elevations, sent Its a was hollow there roar ports strange and golden shafts In between the rosy sweeping down upon her, she realized towering rocks to tip the pines. how small was her knowledge and exMadeline, with the hounds beside perience of the mighty forces of na- her, walked through the nearest grove. ture. The ground was soft and springy and With blacker gloom and deafening brown with roar came the torrent of rain. It was Florence the trees a cloud burst. It was like solid water and came espied her underwas like a running. She tumbling down. For long Madeline young girl, with life and color and Joy. ssi her horse, head bent to the pelting She wore a flannel blouse, corduroy rain. When Its force lessened and she and moccnslna. And her hair heard Stewart call for all to follow, skirt, was fastened under a band like an Inshe looked up to tee that he was start- dian's. ing once more. She turned ber horse "Castleton's gone with a gun. for Into his trail. hours. It seems," said Florence. "Oene Rain fell steadily. The fury of the Just went to hunt him up. The other storm, however, had passed, and the gentlemen are still I Imagine asleep. roll of thunder diminished In volume. they aure will bean In this up sleep The air had wonderfully cleared and air." was growing cool. Madeline began to Florence fell to Then, buslness-lika- , feel uncomfortably cold and wet. StewMadeline about details of questioning art was climbing fiister than formerly, camp arrangement which Stewart, and she noted that Monty kept at her and Florence herself, could hardly see heels, pressing her on. Time had been to without suggestion. was a long way tost, and the ramp-altAs the day advanced the charm of oft. The stag hounds began to lag and the place grew upon Madeline. Even footsore. The get sharp rocks of the at noon, with the sun beating down, trail were cruel to their feet. Then, there was comfortable warmth rather as Madeline began to tire, ahe noticed than beat. It was the kind of warmth less and less around her. Her horse that Madeline liked to feel In the climbed and climbed, and brush and spring. sharp corners of stone everlastingly Presently a chorus of merry calls pulled and tore at her wet garments. attracted her attention, and she turned A gray gloom settled down around her. to see Helen limping along with DoroNight wag approaching. thy, and Mrs. Beck and Edith t Stewart's horse vas on a each other. They were all now, and Madeline left the trail more rested, but lame, and delighted with to Majesty than to her own choosing. the place, and aa hungry as bears As hlHck night began to envelop her awakened from a winter's sleep. surroundings, she marked that the fir Then they had dinner, silting on the trees had given plnee to pine forest. round after the manner of Indians; Sudden light tlrred jsnd It was a dinner that lacked merri pin polo' tree-trun- g red-ho- blue-whit- heart-disturbi- WffiA 7a stag-hound- pine-needle- e sun-porti- Jog-tro- ment only because everybody was oo busily appeasing appetite. For a few days the prevailing features of camp life for Madeline's guests were sleep and rest. The men were more visibly affecied by the mountain air than the woaien. This languorous spell disappeared presently, and then the (Jays were full of life and action. Necessarily, of course, Madeline and k.er 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 had cared to study her cowboys, particularly Stewart, now, with the contrasts' afforded by her guests, she felt by turns she was amused and mystified and perplexed and saddened, and then again subtly pleased. From the thought of Stewart, and the watchfulness growing out of It, she discovered more ubout hlra. He was not happy ; he 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; he 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 camp-firHe 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 he worried a good deal over his charge, and, Indeed, over the safety of all the party. A favorite lounging spot of Madeline's 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 this mountain fastness. There was smoky haze In the valley, a fleecy clou 1 resting over the peaks, a sailing eagle In the blue sky, silence that was the unbroken silence of the wild 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! Don't misunderstand me, dear," went on Edith, earnestly, as she laid her hand on Madeline's. "This trip has been a revelation to me. I did not tell you, Majesty, that I was ill when I arrived. Now I'm 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 you. 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 oi Idleness, sick of 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 bad 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 one'a happiness," rep-lieMadeline. "No one can be happy who 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 Went. But If I had been poor I could not have bought and maintained my ranch. Stlllwell tells me there are many larger ranches than mine, but none Just like It. Then I am almost paying my expenses out of my business. Think of that I My Income, Instead of being wasted. Is mostly saved. I think I hope I am useful. Of course my ranch and 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 Mndeline Hammond sees the West. They are true to the West. It Is I who am strange, and what I feel for them may be strange, too. Edith, hold to your own Impressions." "But, Majesty, roy Impressions have changed. At first I did not like the wind, the dust, the sun, the endless open stretches. But now I do like 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, snd savage In my eyes, but w Ith a difference. They are natural men. They are little children. Monty Price la on of nature's e. noblemen. The hard thing is to discover it. All his hideous person, all his actions and speech, are masks of his real nature. Nels is a joy, a simple, sweet, kindly, quiet man whom some woman should have loved. What would love have meant to blui ! Ht told me that no woman ever loved him except his mother, and he lost her when he was ten. Every man ought te be loved especially such a man aa Nels. Somehow bis gun record doe not Impress me. I never could believe he killed a man. Then take your foreHe Is a cowboy, his man, Stewart. work and life the same as the others. But he has education and most of the graces we are in the habit of saying make a gentleman. Stewart Is a strange fellow, just like this Strang country. He's a man. Majesty, and I admire him. So, you see, my impressions are developing with my stay out here. I like the country, I like the men. One reason I wont to go home soon is because I am discontented enough at home now, without falling In love with the West, for, of course, Majesty, I would. I could not live out here. And that brings uieto my point. Admitting all the beauty and charm and wholesomeness aid good f this wonderful country, silll It Is no pluce for You have you, Madeline Hammond. your position, your wealth, your name, You your family. You must marry. must have children. You must not give up all that tor 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 yotir mother I would talk to you. And the truth is I hate I hate what I'm 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 mary out here? What In the world will become of you?" sabe?" replied Madeline, "Quien with a sin He 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 sold, "Boyd, if I married you would you be willing glad to spend the rest of your life here in the West?" "Majesty!" he exclaimed. There wag 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. "No," he replied, with a tingle of shame In his cheek. Madeline said no more, nor did he speak. She wns spared the pain of refusing hlrn, 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 Harvey. He was handsome, young, 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. Koyd Harvey's white skin did not tan even In this southwestern sun and wind. Ills hands were whiter than her own, snd as soft. They were a proof that he never worked. His frame was tall, graceful, elegant. It did not beax 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 tims In Newport and Europe, never walked when he could help It. and had no ambition unless It were to pasa the days pleasantly. If he ever had any son) they would be like htm, only a generation more toward the Inevitable extlnc tlon 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 waa Stewart Stewart was a combination of fire, strength, and action. These attributes seemed to cling about him. There waa something vital and compelling In his presence. In him Madeline saw the strength bf hla forefather unimpaired. The life In him waa marvetously significant Madeline Hammond compared the man of the East with the man of the West ; and that comparison was th last parting regret for her old standdust-cloud- ard. (Conducted by National Council of th Scouta of America.) BOY SCOUT ROUND-U- Boy P Only 20,000 more "to go", and the of the Boy anniversary round-uScouts of America daily advancing toward its goal of 100,000 new members will be heralded as the greatest achievement In the history of scouting. The present membership ' of scouts is 473,417 and of scout leaders 141,054. making a total of 014,471. President Harding, one of the most enthusiastic supporters of the roundup with its ulm of bringing to this Increased number of boys scoutlng's benefits of citizenship training and character building, is presenting a set of red, white and blue streamers to each troop and council that meets its' quota of the Increased membership. The President's award in each case is accompanied by an inspiring letter of personul congratulation. The streamers are being presented with appropriate ceremonies and by prominent men to the various winning tvoops and councils throughout the country, tine troop In Kansas was so fortunate as to receive Its streamers directly from President Harding when lie recently passed through that state. Another picturesque ceremony fraught with reverent memories of the past and high aspirations for the future took place in Marion, O., when Dr. George Harding, father of the President, dressed in his uniform of the O. A. R,, presented lils son's gift to a" local troop. In other parts of the world the round-uhas given helpful Impetus to the scout movement, according to the report of the prince of Wales, who has been visiting many countries. The prince, who is chief scout of Wales and is an enthusiastic member of, aa he terms scouting, "this big and jolly brotherhood," has written the chief scout executive of the Boy Scouts of America, James E. West, as follows: "Filled with happy memory of my meeting with the Boy Scouts of America at the conclusion of my visit to the United States, I have watched with great Interest their recent advance toward the strength. "I should like to congratulate .the executive and the scouters on the success they have attained and on the helpful Impetus their action has given to the movement elsewhere. "I feel that In the next generation this growth of the scout brotherhood in all lands will not only benefit each country by producing better clttzens, but will also contribute powerfully to better understanding between nations and toward the permanence of international peace." p p half-millio- n SCOUT MAKES The opportunities SURVEY which the boy scout program offers in filling a boy's leisure time with wholesome organized work and play was recently forcefully demonstrated In the city of Devils Lake, North Dakota, by a survey of the leisure time of boys of twelve years of age and over, made by Scout Executive L. D. l'ackler, with the of local school olliclals. The survey was confined to boys of scout age attending school. This covered 244 boys, and showed that the average age was fourteen years, and the average leisure time every six days (Sunday not counted) wns 21.81 hours. "The survey greatly underestimates the problem. Instead of overestimating it,"' says Mr. Fackler, "The fact that Sunday Is left out of consideration In the survey, that It covers activity for the nine months of the school year and disregards the summer vacation months, and that it does not Include the boys under twelve years of age, means that we have only the minimum figures of leisure time. The complete amount of such spare time affords a period fraught with grave danger. Devils Lake folk must wake up and think seriously." JrERNOR DAVIS SAYS: "I am an enthusiast In the matter of the boy scout movement, because It Is of great value to the boy. It answers his group Instinct It teaches him love of country. v service to others, care for his ersonaI appearance, fires his aiitlon, apteaches peals to his Nmaglnatlorty obedience, love of nature, fnd trains him for true manhood and tMeful citizenship. "The boy scout movement Is the most worth-whil- e activity I know of In" III!! 'tnmunlty life of the boy." Jonathan M. Davis, Governor of Kansas. (TO Btt CONTINUED.) Origin of Old Saying. The saying, "Good Wine Need N Bush," owes Its origin to the anctVJl custom of hanging out an Ivy the doors of tvern-aaT- n honor of Bacchus, to "177. oia he Ivy was sacred to Inform tra refers that "good cheer" might be found within. Many references to this custom are found In the old poets and dramatist. In Lily' "Enphues" are these line: "Things of greatest profit are set forth with (east price. Where win la neai there needetB M lit Ivlo-buah- ." .GOVERNOR TEMPLETON 8AYS: believe that scouting develop In and manliest quali ties. Perhaps the movement's strongest point Is that Instead of doing things for the boys. It encourages them to do for others. I do not believe that character can he developed n't re! v by acquisition; It must le developed by exercise. A boy scout It led to exercise bis better instinct, end by exercising he develops them." -Charles A. Templeton, Governor of 'onnectli lit "1 boy the truest |