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Show THE PAGE SIX "tie WAT A BE J.ALLAN DUNN A MAN TO "RIMROC k AUTHOK. HIS jLW$ OlTlDti MATE" trail- - , C0PYP.I6MT DOOD. W N U, MEAD CO. SER.VIC6 wus a man. To create something, to be a water-bearer- , to the thirsty earth or to thirsty people." Baxter, coming In, broke through his reverie. "You look like a lutter-daprophet seeing visions," said Baxter. "Whut's the big Idea?" "Just a hunch, so far, Ted. I'm going across the bay tomorrow, prospecting." The other looked at him oddly. "Kxpect to uncover a gold mine at El Nldo? Beware of the sirens who He behind the rocks! As I remember her, that day at the dog show, the Clinton girl was a looker. Beware!" "I'm not looking for that kind of a mine, Ted. And I hadn't thought of going to EI Nldo this trip. You seem fairly happy yourself." "I am. I've heard from my parties in the land deal. They'll be out In a few weeks. Probably some time next month. Thereby greatly relieving the general situation. Now it's up to me to attend to the little formality of finding the land to please them. I wonder if there's anything across the THE DIVINER SYNOPSIS Idly fishing creek. In California, Caleb civil Warner, engineer and a New Englander, la witness of the end of a coyotte pulled down by two wolfhounds, urged on by a girl rider. Admiring the hounds, he Introduces himself, and learn her name la Clinton. With western hospitality she Invites him to the ranch to meet her father. At the Clinton home Warner learns his new friend's name Is Betty. He la welcomed by hr father. Southern Civil war veteran and He owner of Hermanos valley. tell them something of his ambitions and his feeling; that he Is destined to be a "Water-Bearer.- " In the town of Golden Warner shares an apartment with his old Columbia college chum, Ted Baxter, carefree and somewhat dissiHr-man- y pated youth, only child of his widowed mother, who controls the family fortune. At a club luncheon Baxter Introduces Caleb to Wilbur Cox. leading business man and president of the water, which supplies- the company He elves Cox needs of Golden. an inklinc of his ambitions, and Cox, Impressed, Invites him to dinner that nlKht. During dinner Cnx asks Caleb to call at his ofllce next day. He does bo and Cox arranges a meeting between Caleb and Hinckley, . the water company's chief engineer. Baxter tells Caleb he Is In dilUcullles with a girl, Mary Morgan, Cox's stenographer, who Insists he must marry her. With Hinckley, Caleb looks over the water company's source of supply, the Crystal springs. In Hermanos valley. - CHAPTER V Continued Had to. Still have to. If build a dam anywhere along the line of the Great Fault, don't forget that. Every major quake runs aloug the same line, out of the sea at a tangent, nor'west to sou'east down the original crack. The big temblor In 1S12 ttiat wrecked the Missions, and the quake in 19O0 that wrecked Golden and Santa Kosa, moved over an Identical trail. And that trail went clean through my big dam down there." The long lake had once been a peaceful valley, Hinckley told Caleb, a rtnge road winding through It on the way to the sea, farms, farmhouses and a hamlet with a famous roadhoiise at the Crystal Springs for which the valley was named. All these had been razed to prepare the bottom of the great reservoir, fences taken up, trees eliminated, the plivo devastated as the big data rose In the great notch that formed the main outlet to the valley. Caleb turned the talk to the question of Golden 8 Impending shortage. "Mr. Cox," be said, "stated that there was no more watershed available on the peninsula." "Thut Is true. We own a certain number of artesian wells around the lower end of the bay but they are only The outlook Is a drop In the bucket. not very encouraging." "How about across the bay?" Caleb put the query with a degree of nervousness. He feared that Hinckley was about to uncover his own precious theory and demolish It. The engineer's eyes twinkled, "They say that water, like gold. Is where you And It. And findings keepings! There Is water over there that ethically belongs to Oukvllle. Our eompany naturally considers Golden more Important. But It Is difficult of development. Means large expenditure. We should have a hard Job to ret water rates raised sufhVleiitly to warrant It. Filtration Is the big trou-hlThe work would be elaborate nnd expensive. We can't see our way "Surely. you ever " , e. clear." t'aleb kept bis face clear of everyHut he thing hut earnest attention. wsk breathing more enslly. His theory w Mill virgin. Hinckley proceeded to go Into the Mesent filtration system and the layout of the conduits that supplied the li.viliniils of Golden. Cub'b's Interest In Crystal lakes bad boen satisfied ,ut be followed the technical talk with olelllgpnt comment and left the engl-uvc- r at Inst on terms that were more ioi.n merely friendly. lie reached i.,,!!en after the stores were closed '.r the day but, early the next mnni-lbe obtained geodetic section maps t f. the quadrangles covering Calienlt ?J and the Gabilan rtmge. lie put !.i most of the day studying these and l Linking little drawings to scale In Lake Had Once Been a Peaceful Valley. bay? I must look up my notes. Want me to come along with you. Cal? I wonder If the El Nldo valley Is for sale i ' lie glanced mockingly at Caleb and laughed. "Old Chief Wooden Face, aren't you? Don't worry. I won't butt in to poach on your preserves. Give my regards to Miss Clinton. She may vaguely remember me. I was Introduced, to her at the Show. But, remember my warning. Stoics like you, when they fall, fall bard!" ' The Long CHAPTER VI The Diviner Caleb caught an early ferry for the e water trip across the bay from Golden to Oakvllle. At Oukvllle be took a local train that paralleled the shore of the lower bay for a time before striking east through Coyote canyon, the natural gateway through the hills for the overland trains. As he bad done on Hermanos creek, Caleb noted flood signs. Then he gave himself up to studying bis sketches, covering the region he was going to prospect, going over them while the train tugged up the canyon until he knew them by heart. He left the tra!ii nt the same station he had used on bis previous trip, buying some fruit to serve as luncheon before he crossed the bridge and started up Hermanos. He had brought along rod and creel, more as a musk to his real Intentions than from any Idi-of fishing. The scanty flow ran In n deep chrn-ne- l six-mil- out by floods. He exgouged amined the sides and found them all of gravel. A wagon rond that had fol- -n -- turned off to wind behind m row ridge. It was deep-ratte- d and Calek traced It Ha found that It ended at a gravel pit, dug Into the side of the ridge, used probably for roadmaklng purposes. The pit had been blUen out In the shape of a horseshoe and, standing where one of the calks wouU come, he saw a dilapidated shed from the roof of which smoke was rising through a rusty stove pipe. A man, leaning against the open door, surveyed him curiously. Caleb nodded to him as he walked over to the shack, crunching through the gravel. The man was lank and tall, stooped of shoulder and constricted of chest. A hooked nose stuck out boldly from the peaked and sunken face between eyes that glittered strangely. Long hair fell below his shirt collar. As he rested against the door jamb a fit of coughing attacked him and he shook with It like a reed In the wind. He jvas so helpless In the grip of the attack that Caleb hurried to support him, thinking him about to fall. But the violent efforts ceased and the man rallied, smiling wanly, with a grimy handkerchief set to his Hps. Caleb caught sight of telltale flecks of bright-reblood quickly folded Into the rag. The cough was from the lungs, the man tubercular. M'S all right, stranger," said the man. "I've bin a sight worse. I'm gettln' It baked out ef me here. Lungs teehed but they're healln. Flshln', are ye? Better work up to the canyon yonder. No use wasttn' yore time down here. Folly the road below the pit an" then trail the crick. It's tough goln'. Slle's cbokln', what little they Is of It." "Mostly gravel underneath, to Judge by the pit," Caleb answered. "Thanks for the tip. Have a cigar?" The man took It wolflshly and bit off the end. Caleb gave him a match. "I thought that perhaps you owned the gravel pit." "Me. I don't own nothln'. 'Cept this cough, and I'm wlllln' to get shet of (hat. Mine's a charity Job. It's good gravel an' the hill makes it handy to git at. I can't work at my trade no longer. It takes It out of me, you see." Caleb didn't see. The glitter In t'ne man's eyes was not so much that of fever as of the spirit, he decided. He fancied him a little demented, by way' of being a crank or a fanatic. "I'm glad the land's worth something," he said. "It doesn't look like it." The man shot over a quick, burning look. "That's to them al looks only on the surface," he said. "What do you mean?" The man led the way Into the shack. that supported From the the corrugated Iron roof hung some switches of freshly cut willow and hazel. Some were old and dried. And all were forked. "Know what those are?" asked the man. "Them's dlvlnin' rods. I'm a diviner. A Water-FindeThat's my trade. It's the power within me that goes out an' leaves me weak. Too weak to work at It. Each Job means another nail In the lid of my coffin. Mcbbe you're one, of them that langh at It?" he demanded fiercely. "But there's many In the upper valley as has blessed me when I showed 'era where to bore." The thing seemed uncanny. Yet, somehow, It fitted In. The hunch stirred In his brain. To Caleb, under the spell of his vision. It seemed pre destined that he, the Wnter-Beareshould meet this Water-Finde- r to eon firm his hope, n living signpost that be was on the track. He knew that within tire year the French Academy of Sciences had accepted the demonstration of a number of scientifically controlled cases where the "wntor-divfnfnrod" had proved beyond a doubt that certain persons were gifted with the power to discover subterranean springs and reservoirs. Scientists did not attempt to explain the mystery,, but accepted the phenomenon and were making It the subject of expert research to discover the natural causes. "1 have known many cases baclt ,Jr. the East, where I come from," Caleb said, "where water hs been fpund by the ue of the rod." The man was Instantly mollified. "It's" all true. I "Ah," he said. ain't quite human, mebbe. It's a gift, I be power. I.Ike a medium's. Supernatural. The spirits talk to me about It sometimes. Til like to show ye. but I'm too weak. But you can take my word for It me. Ihivid Evan. the Welsh Watt wliat's discovered a score of wells north of Coyote crick that there's water all under here?-und- er this gravel. d g Apparently this David Evans is to play an Important part In the story. What does he do? lowed the creek up from the railroad (TO DK CONTINtlKll I Man Ever Waging Fight on Disease The Cottage on ways of wracking body and mind. For a lime the balance of life snd deaf promised doom to ,ltles: they siir vtved otily because life was produced abundantly and cheaply wlthrut tin If walls, and Ihe best and most adven turous were fed Into them. The slow process of observation and control which lis made It sufer now to live In a big city than In a village (and often sufer to live In a Hty than In the open country Itself), Is the science of public health. Surrey Grnphle. if mr Magic Touch Cnristmas Hlie the Hill By DOROTHY DOUGLAS (Copyright.) Anne was just a tiny Mary WHENher mother had said to her, "Always remember, dearie, that anything you want in life will come to you, so long as it is a good desire. You must just keep. your mind constantly ou attaining It. You must never want what belongs to some one else and you must never, iwder any circumstances, want'- anything wicked or harmful to anyone." Thus it was that the power of the mind and Imagination to bring forth good tilings from the heart of the world was early instilled Into Mary Anne's receptive brain. And as she grew up, guided by her wonderful mother, she developed an utterly trustful nature. Also ns a tiny girl Mary Anne's extraordinary beauty of spirit was Her manifesting itself physically. eyes were big pools of warm blue-graand her hair was like a sheaf of waving wheat with a glint of red sunset flitting over it. Her mouth was softly curved and childlike even In her mature years and seemed always ready with innocent and untarnished words of wisdom. Her mother and father were Justly delighted with her and fostered the growing tendency to live iu a world made up of friends of her imagination, yet frleiids whom she would one day find and love. Of such fancy was Mary Anne's As early ns Cottage on the Hill. her seventeenth year, when, unconsciously, thoughts of a mate somewhere in tlie world came to her, she pictured viUdly the cottage. It would be on the top of a hill commanding a view toward all coyiei! of the wonderful universe and must be a low, rambling bungalow type .that caressed closely iyiU securely the warn, breast of the bill. There would be sentinel trees, a few of them, and just a scattering of fruit trees so that the blossoms could the air iu the springtime and then blow out over the hilltop little spirits of the wind. Needless to say, when Mary Anne en t wed t lie world of men and tier ehnmi swept them headlong Into loving 'her, she wondered which one of omas Taylor and filled with sacred light, With music lifting and sublime Inspiring llKe a Gothic arch, PWIrANSFORMED Or line a great Homeric rhyme-- So all appe&rsi again has coma The Joys of Christmas time. - What magic power has swept the land? Good-wi- ll to men where yesterday Most had forgot the lessons taught That night to shepherds far away I The prince of peace again has come. With his celestial sway. tW wit I SliJ m' tj mi II 'I'-f- than the Midas touch More wondrous That turned the flowers and walls to gold, That spirit that transforms where'er The story of the Christ is toldt And adds a splendor to surpass All Eden's flame of old. y Soin the maddening rush of life Let us remember why He came And tasted sorrow i let us pause To honor once again his name. Whose loving Kindness and whose law Will ever be the same. His plan, though unfulfilled today. Must last till shies and starlight fade, Enhancing all the things of life For human Joy and welfare made. And spreading radiance far and wide . To farthest waste and glade. The Magi, following the star. Had learned the golden lesson well Of why One from beyond those heights Should come to earth to humbly dwellj Each Knew the thrill we feel today Of sleigh and Christmas belL They saw before the winding way O'er wastes and plains of striving years And farther on. beyond it all. The shining castles free from tears. Where some day man shall Know the truth And drop his hates and fears. to men Peace on the earth, good-wi- ll At last they'll reign from shore to shore. Unceasing, bearing perfect lighti Then on the desert sands of yore The rose and lily shall appear To bloom forevermore. W.H.U l 1 we CopynShl. urn on vis but in sio WHERE THE FIRE'S BURNING BRIGHT The Little Christ a a a mo By FRANK L. STANTON in Atlanta Constitution NANCY BYRD TURNER rjy in Youth it 9 Companion till! fir stable root bias Slant anb mean. I Cljt ruBljra on the floor spreab thin; vtuctc uJiia no lire iu maim vim op n the little Christ came in. It tuaS no lire to tuarm bim fa p. p latb 2Mm in the prichlp strata; bumble, tuttless oxen sata belples fte bio lie. to go, mil ha,! Sla Irei ail I the stall so html be bataness riben pet n archangel chanting fenm. i Cberubtm anb jfrerapinm: cp w ob m Sjeaben! mm wei edg tfnp tabjmper brake abobe patient sounb o( iHnxv'f Sigh: brotuap cattle sttrccb to bear anb triple, so near the Cbrist's Utile A tor too trp. le. to their rot&ina rnmels bent. e burtb the beseit from alar. clear light in tljeic firmament, trp amcna them as tlirp tornt: am wa e fclai ;ii I lew ingl palhw ay led the way up Ihe hill there bathed In glory of (he set- tin flnl sun was, indeed, th. oottage. It wa C whitewashed, with a slate roof, iindtaj there on the brow of the hill as if the Creator hud put the cottage there as a finishing touch. Mary Anne could no more hove restrained her feet from following that path up Ihe bill than she could have turned her back on all her dreams. Then, within a short distance of the door Itself and so confused with thP Joy of actually seeing fon.el lilng that had been a mind picture for nearly eight years. Mary Anne stumbled, turned her ankle and cried out swiftly with the sudden pnln. A second later a big man sprang toward her. lifted her tenderly up and carried her within the door of the Cottage on the Hill. "The poor wee Urns " some soft motherly voice said, anil the soothing hand of a woman were at 'ending to the business of caring for her ankle. A' I nil the time Mary Anne whs only half conscious of .the big man with the burr of Scotch In his Voice and the old gold of his hair nnd the bronze of his cheeks, hovering about with a In bis eyes. vast and tender There was also it i old ccntlenian wl;h silvvry lock and Hip three of them nppnrintly thought Mary Anne was some slrnnffo flower dropped from the so loviiiicly did they care for her And suddenly M.iry Anne seemed to be a tiny girl again mid her own precious mother win saying to her, "liemeinbor. dearie, that anything you waul In life will iiiuie to you, so long ns It Is good." And she opened tier heart to I :mt good tiling which had come to hei It was In tbivld's eyes and those of hi mother nnd father In that Cottage on Hill. t tbe tart Cbe Atari ftristma? aCi ,Jl Talking through the niqht It's telling all the stories It heard so long ago Of all the Christmas countries And the Old Man of the Snora To the tales the pre tells. And soon uou'll hear the music Of the Christmas bells A word of Christmas children In the friendly fold. And Santa Claus is coming To see them, as of old He knou iust where to find theou He brings them golden store, Eoen to ihe humble dwellings Of the children of the poor Listen, little children. To the tales the pre tells. And soon uou'll hear the music Of the Christmas bells (rtu-foi- beli am th luto SHELTERED from ihe roinler. fire's burning bright. Thetj hear Ihe fire talking Listen, little children. Silent tattle bearb Jlim tortp. uiafceb. ni.o lifteb grntle brabs: less, near bp, on brtamful bebs. tnere asleep. nin Il-- alt European eorint'W, n accominoihites the fnwunt .'owe. Friday, December 3, 192S NEPHI, UTAH S, r. Happy legends to the contrary, there seetns no reason to believe that the world ever has known a golden plane. II whs all In support of a lucre age of health. Geologists find diseased bones which are thought to i,nw thai i henry but It was his habit to be painstaking, even In preliminaries, and he even great prehistoric lizard, mid sufsrrvfjed his sketches with a good after them he early mammals, deal oi satisfaction. if the theory fered from tumors which, according will claim the lannt) out It meant, not merely to theof advertisers, four out of five of us. Man teeth money and fame if he bandied Ills discovery properly, but it would make probably falls heir to trotihtes which him, Caleb Warner, an actual factor other flesh suffered before him. In pioneering. In city building. By herding In crowds, by saving Hp He his dower rights of sunlight and Hunted to himself what Betty Clinton fcsaid (I Ki Nldo. space, he evec has added tn tunny of T,!f r what I should prefer. II I those troubles has create,' ho'y new ver-Ucu- TIMES-NEW- Mill Mil MM III i Christmas Shopping 1 a As WISH you a Merry Christina Ant then a Happy New Year h'l an old, old know to well, Cut it's one we hold most dear. I II . It's nothing nrw To wish 1 know wish is to sincere. But my i wis!) you a lavish Christmas And a ptojperout New Year. With gifts and good luck Juit shovvered your way With never a thift of gsar. lil 1 you a sparkling Christmas And a brilliant new. New Year, And mv my wishes f Come true for you Banning now and here I 1 I I 1 t EMIR F. AMMERMAN By l wish you a snowy Christmas And a clear and bright New Year, I I w J bi)(Wanj6raliam I 1 " 1 1 I I I -- M l M l M' MM ! H-- ELECTROMAGNET eve ol Christmas, holly red. Belated shoppers homeward turning, Snowflakes flying overhead. One, more burdened than the rest. Was collared by a bluecoat burly; "Why didn't you obey the urge, And do your Christmas shopping early?" The jotly culprit eyed the cop W.th provocative strabismus. "1 did. What I am doing now I shopping for next ChristmasI" - .h-m- 1 -h 1 1 I 1 I 1 1 I1 1 YULETIDE the Chicago By OMEGA, in Daily Tribune M M H- - l- -l H M- -l I I 1 11 I I I I I BURN each night The bayberry bright. The hour seven to eight, When the flame burns straight It Joins its mate, Your wish fulfills. Your heart's desire. For all are there Love, Laughter, Home, Within iu sacred &r I1 |
