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Show EMERY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE DALE. UTAH TREE BELT NOT A NEW PROJECT CHAPTER XIII Continued is - "Without a ,' said Sonya, and 'tot forward to anlace ber boot a. wlftly she took them off. Concha rose like a puff of smoke, rt still she wag and graceful in the vark. . With her heart racing to suffocation ftonya rose too. The Mexican girl reached out and Mk her by the sleeve. That hatred tS her would not let her touch her Sean. Softly, step by step, the two tmnK things crossed the silent room, Zatened at the partly opened door, slid through It. In the long dark passage they listened again, then went south (Jong the wall toward a door which rlso stood ajar. , and the night sky was , Through this (hove them, the tall cotton woods Like (Stlined against the stars. wraiths of the gloom they entered the grove, passed through it, came out on the open landing field. Before the little hangar Sonya saw la the starlight the ghostly shape of a little gray ship. They made toward it swiftly, and as they reached its protecting wings a man stepped out from the hangar behind: a tali man, naked to the waist, his head bare, his feet also, a man who was prepared for "spreading up" on the morrow. Starr Stone drew them both against the gray ship's side. . 'Sonya I" he whispered. "Oh, Sonya P Then, "Listen. We have one chance in a' million. This plane is still warm from a trip Manuel took this afternoon. I heard it come in aiout dark." J" Yes," said Souya, "so did I." "It is fueled. They are always so. Thank God and Concha we are here. I have just disabled the other one, I think, though not as permanently as 1 could wish. We've got to take that one chance, Sonya, It's our only chance, Sonya. It's our only one. Get In, quick." With his hands under her elbows Bonya went up along the side, dropped Into the little seat, felt swiftly for the safety belt 'Safe?" the man whispered tensely. "Safe," she answered pulling the buckle tight Then she saw Starr Stone turn to Concha and take her in his arms. "Conchita," he said softly but loud enough for Sonya to hear the whispered words, "I leave thee. It la fate. But never will I forget thee, nor this thing which you have done. Always while I live will I remember. Adios, little one." And, bending his tall head, he kissed her on the lips. "Ready." be said, and, pushing the glA beyond the plawe's wing tip, he caught the propeller's blade. Up and down he swung It one, two, three, then a fourth vehement time, and came lithely up and over into the pilot's seat as the roar of the catching nglne thundered into the night. --The . moments that followed were ages long to Sonya, desperate moments f allowing the ship what of its warming time was possible. Terrible moments, fraught with g drama, with suspense. Starr Stone, watching the dark house and the poplar grove, gave what he could to safety, and then, as dim lights flashed In the house, among the trees, he gave her the gun a little a little - more more yet. There came the little surge forward, the heavier one, the lifting of the tail a they rocked away along the field, the gathering of speed, and then the oft wave of stillness as they lost contact with the earth and sailed away Into the starry heavens. And Sonya Savarin, looking down with wide drawn eyes, had seen, just as they surged for the start a long red spurt of flame where Concha stood in the shadows, heard, above the roar of the motor, the faint, sharp crack of By VINGIE E.ROE Ooprrff ht. Doubted?, Doras 6 Co, taa, Bound," WNUSarvfa ' safe, Safe and home. Home. At that thought Sonya Savarin sat sharply up within the confines of the buckled belt Hornet What would it mean to her and to Starr Stone? The stern face of her brother Rod Blake who had so grimly promised that no people, no country, no man should ever take ber from him and Marston of New York, the man who came to find who sent the contraband from Mazatlan to the coast! They had not cheated destiny after all They were headed straight for this, and Starr Stone knew It! For that he would not leave her to save himself she knew full well. Confronted with this new knowledge of disaster Sonya wet her dry Hps, cast ' . heart-breakin- a shot ,"Oh, God!" she cried, a sob in her throat "Oh, God! Conchita!" Conchita, who, saving her love yet could not save him apart from his, bad made the last great sacrifice for love itself. The pouring crowd that flowed along the field, lighted now, could wreak no engeance on her, for Concha, too, was (one among the stars. CHAPTER XIV On Lone Mesa's Top. clung to the cockpit's edge with clutching fingers, her eyes, burned dry of sudden tears, fixed on the future, If future there was to be. The aching sorrow for the lovely Mexican girl who had loved Starr Stone Bank deep in her heart, never to be Quite eradicated. s Life that could do such ghastly things to Its poor devotees was calling from the starry skies: They were free, together, she and this scarecrow nan with the 'wild bronze hair, the Baked torso, the bare feet and she asked no more of destiny. Her brave heart leaped high in her, her soul was ready for anything It might encounter. She looked up, and there was laughter on her white face. She flung herself to destiny and gloried , . Sa the hazard. ,t The memory of all sane and ordered things was dim and far away the ranch house that was home, the faces of Serge and Lila and the child. ' And Rodney Blake! With a shock she remembered him. He was a stranger to her. She could not recall his face with any clearness. There was only one face clear to ber The face of this man so Sonya : , 1 t Through This and the Night Sky Was Above Them. desperately about for something she might tell these three grim men, and found nothing. But she would not give up, she told herself again, would never sink. They had passed through too much to fail at last Something would happen; some way would open. , And then, leaning her face across the cockpit's polished edge, she became conscious of something; felt something with a seventh sense. Exactly as a dog senses danger which he cannot see, so this girl of the wild land sensed new danger now. It was as If the hackles of her spirit rose. What could It be? She looked at the back of Starr Stone's head, its bronze hair whipping in the backwash of wind behind the low windshield, and wished she could see his face. If she could have done so she would have seen It set like a mask, for long before she felt the presence of this unseen danger he had been conscious of It. He knew that not so far behind them, not so high above, another little gray ship droned steadily out of the south that Nemesis incarnate was on their trail. He knew that in that ship there was, In all probability, a machine gun In the hands of El Diablo himself, who was an expert In its use. What the end would be, he did not know. Only that it would be an end. There" was no doubt of that El Capitan would never in this world let him get away with what' he had done, with the knowledge he had, with the stand he bad taken to forswear him- and all his works. He meant to kill him to kill them both, if no other way was possible to shoot them down, if they would not land. There was a white line about the man's mouth. His blue eyes were He black witb spreading pupils. thought desperately of the low adobe bouse where her people lived. A landing there, maybe, a fight from the house Itself . . . Perhaps, If he could make It before El Capltan sensed his plan. But that high spot against the sky was coming nearer. And where could they land with any chance of safety? Well, It was fate as he had told poor Concha. And then Sonya looked up and back and saw. Saw the soft silver thing that followed like a pointing sword. She did not gasp or cry out, but watched it with wide eyes and a hand across her mouth. After all I - Otter Lands Have Attempted to Modify Climate, - that miraculously snatched from death to life, this man who drove an airship through the midnight sky toward life and love and liberty. Presently, watching tensely, she saw the great pale ribbon of " the Bio ' ; Grande. . The Border ! The Internationa line! She held her breath as they passed above It, and let it out in a great sign. El Capltan Diablo Manuel the strange adobe house In the poplar grove they all seemed to fade, to become unreal, like the figures In a frightful dream. A little longer, and they would he . : After all the monstrous anguish, the fear, the sorrow, and the hope! Verily- Starr Stone was paying for his sins, and she paid with him for love which had redeemed him to manhood's high estate, which bad made of her a fugitive, an outcast from her own, but which burned In her soul with indestructible beauty. So be It thought Sonya Savarin, so be it Down in that dim world below, the last act of this drama of the sage land was preparing for enactment Posse after posse, scouring the lone levels, had turned back toward the railroad and the town. Baffled, wondering, they sought new reinforcements, made more extensive preparations to search the canyons and the Bad Lands country. Only Serge Savarin, the two mea with him, rode and would not give up. Two Fingers, Hosteen Net, Hosteen T'so hunted patiently in ever widening circles that had covered all the face of the flat land. In the quest of these three silent trailers there was more than a mere search for a lost white woman. There was the dim and gentle shadow of that legendary deity the Blue South Woman who "made her hogan" in the white girl's heart So the Navajos rode steadily, would ride until they found her, either living or dead, If she was anywhere In the wide land, and destiny came to meet them. They had done with the sagebrush levels. Lone Mesa loomed before them. Silently save for the click of the climbing hoofs, they ascended, fantastic figures from a long dead past, the low moon red behind them. ' And In the magnificent heavens Starr Stone, looking desperately down ahead, caught the dim outline of Lone Mesa'a crown, its shining white stone level. Here was a landing place. Here were walls against which a man might make a stand if he were armed, find shelter behind which If he were not, providing be could get the time to leave his plane and gain them. Sonya at his back felt the ship beneath her tilt In a long smooth decline, saw the moonlit earth come up toward them. And she too saw and recognized Lone Mesa. It was almost level with them was so the ship was leveling off distance, height, had dropped away they were skimming the mesa'a surface-touc- hing bouncing on the uneven rock were still. Behind them that other was at the very edge above them passing over. Starr Stone, with his arms about Sonya, dragging her over the side, cast one flashing glance ahead. "Kismet!" he said with white Hps. "They beat ns after all ! They're down between us and the pueblo 1" So they were, the rocking gray ship still a hundred feet beyond. And El Diablo, Manuel, deadly shapes of menace, were climbing out coming toward them. Calmly Sonya stood beside her man. "Come back," she said touching him, "toward the cliff. It is our only way." With his arm around her Starr Stone turned, and, stumbling, hurrying, they crossed the space between them and that sheer Up where once, ages ago, it seemed, they had looked into each other's tragic faces and found their destiny. "Darling," the man said softly, "hold to me tight don't be afraid." Sonya Savarin laughed, a little low sound. "Afraid she said, running. "With you?" "Halt 1" came the great voice of El Capltan Diablo. "Halt ! Or I fire 1" There was yet a moonlit space for the running feet Death might catch them before they leaped to meet it Crack ! Crack ! Crack ! The sharp barking of an automatic, not the machine gun. Bullets whined about them, clipped Into the rock beyond. And Sonya Savarin looked np for the last time into the face which had filled her heart, her soul, to the exclusion of all else since that wild day In spring here on this wind-sweheight when she had first beheld It The man looked down, slowed in his stride. One moment more a kiss, maybe, and this glorious adventure would be done forever sealed like a deathless flame In the casket of eternity. And" then, high on the thin blue air there came a sound as old as the ruined walls behind, a sound to chill the blood, to shock the very souL Clear and high and savage, primitive as life Itself, the war cry of the Navajos. It pealed above the cracking gun, stopped the man and the woman like a hand upon their shoulders. And out from the dusky shadows of the crumbling walls three shadows came like darting flames. In the very act of whirling to meet them El Capltan and his henchman were caught in their onslaught went down beneath them. Then, as Starr Stone ran toward them, as Sonya foUowed, tall Two Fingers rose with the dapper pilot held by the neck in his powerful hands. Behind him Hosteen Nez, Hosteen T'so, came struggling up with the great bulk of EI Diablo fighting like a fiend between them. 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Studies show that the forest belts reduce the average wind velocity between the strips by 35 per cent during summer and about 20 per cent during the winter. Evaporation of moisture between the strips, as contrasted with open prairie areas, is reduced by 30 per cent, and yields of grain in a typical dry year were more than a quarter ton per acre greater than in the open prairie. The Landes region of France is another striking example of the conquest of man over the inimical Forest planting forces of nature. here has reclaimed thousands of acres of waste lands and has vastly Large improved living conditions. scale forest plantings have also been carried on In more recent years in Italy and Hungary for the reclamation of waste lands and the prevention of erosion. A notable reforestation project was begun by the forest service some 30 years ago In western Nebraska, and a green, growing forest, already yielding some timber, now covers thousands of acres of what were formerly barren sandhills. The area Is now the Nebraska National n tree-planti- Long before the radio was dreamed of the Chinese had "music on the air,", according to Dr. . Berthold Laufer, curator of anthropology at Field Museum of Natural History, Chicago. This they accomplished by means of small reed instruments resembling pipes of Pan, which they attached to the tall feathers of pigeons. Whole flocks of pigeons are thus equipped, each bird with whistles producing different notes, and as the birds fly the wind strikes the apertures of the instruments, setting them to vibrating and creating a concert pleasant open-ai- r The Chinese explanation of the practice Is that the sounds of the whistles are intended to keep the flocks together and to protect the birds from the onslaughts of hawks and other birds of prey. This rationalistic interpretation, however, Is cot convincing. It is doubtful whether such music makes any impression on either pigeon or hawk, and since this music constantly fills the atmosphere year after year the unrelenting foes of the pigeon would gradually become accustomed to It and disregard It even If it had kept them away at first It seems more plausible that this quaint custom has no rational origin, but. that It rather Is the outcome of purely emotional and artistic tendencies. 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