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Show THE SAUNA SUN, SAUNA, UTAH FRIENDS NOTICED I Light ROMANCE A CnyrilU AN UNKNOWN VOICE SYNOPSIS. Arriving at th lona-l- y Uttla railroad station at El Cajon, New Mexico, Madeline Hammond, New York eoclety girl, finds no one to meet her. While In the waiting room, a drunken cowboy enters, asks If she la married, and departs, leaving her terrified. He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say 81." Asking her name and learning her Identity the cowboy seems dazed. In a shooting scrape outside the room a Mexican Is killed. The cowboys lets a girl, Bonita, take his horse and escape, then conducts Madeline to Florence Kingsley, friend of her brother. Florence welcomes her, learns her story, and dismisses the cowboy. Gene Stewart. Next day Alfred t Hammond, Madelines brother, takes Stewart to task. Madeline exonerates him of any wrong intent. Alfred, scion of a wealthy family, had been dismissed from his home because of his dissipation. Madeline sees that the West has redeemed him. She meets Stillwell, Al's employer, typical western ranchman. Stillwell tells her how Stewart beat up the sheriff to save her from arrest and then lit out for the border. Danny Mains, one of Stillwells cowboys, has disappeared, with some of Stillwells money. His friends link his name with the girl Bonita. Madeline gets a glimpse of life on a western ranch. Stewart sends Madeline his horse Majesty. She buys out Stillwell and "Her Majestys Rancho becomes famous. She finds her life work under "The Light of Western Stars." Learning Stewart had been hurt In a brawl at Chlricahua, Madeline visits him and persuades him to come to the ranch as the boss of her cowboys. Jim Nels, Nick Steele and Monty Price are Madelines chief riders. They have a feud with Don Carlos vaqueros, who are really guerrillas. Madeline makes Stewart promise that peace is kept. They raid Don Carlos ranch for contraband arms. Madeline and Florence, returning home from Alfred's ranch, run into an ambush of vaqueros. Florence decoys them away, and Madeline gets home safely. CHAPTER XI Continued. She entered the lust room. There was no lock or bar upon the door. But the room was large and dark, and It was half full of bales of alfalfa hay. Probably it was the safest place in the house ; at least time would be necessary to find any one hidden there. She dropped her valuables in a dark corner and covered them with loose hay. That done, she felt her way down a narrow aisle between the piled-ubales and presently crouched In a p niche. With the necessity of action over for the Immediate present, Madeline became conscious that she was quivering and almost breathless. Her skin felt tight and cold. There was a weight on her chest; her mouth was dry, and she had a strange tendency to swallow. Dull sounds came from parts of the house remote from her. In the Intervals of silence between these sounds she heard the squeaking and rustling of mice in the hay. A mouse ran over her hand. She listened, waiting, hoping, yet dreading to hear the clattering approach of her cowboys. There would budge. It bad caught at the bottom. Pulling with all her might proved to be in vain. Pausing, with palms hot and bruised, she heard a louder, closer approach of the Invaders of her home. Fear, wrath, and impotence contested for supremacy over her and drove her to desperation. She was alone here, and she must rely on herself. And as she strained every muscle to move that obstinate door and heard the quick, harsh voices of men and the sounds of a hurried search she suddenly felt sure that they were hunting for her. She knew It She did not wonder at It. But she wondered If she were really Madeline Hammond, and If it were possible that brutal men would harm her. Then the tramping of heavy feet on the floor of the adjoining room lent her the last strength of fear. Pushing with hands and shoulders, she moved the door far enough to permit the passage of her body. Then she stepped upon the sill and slipped through the aperture. She saw no one. Lightly she Jumped down and ran in among the bashes. But these did not afford her the cover she needed. She stole from one clump to another, finding too late that she had chosen with poor Judgment. The position of the bushes had drawn her closer to the front of the house rather than away from It, and Just before her were horses, and beyond a group of excited men. With her heart In her throat Madeline crouched down. A shrill yell, followed by running and mounting guerrillas, roused her hope. They had sighted the cowboys and were in flight. Rapid thumping of boots on the porch told of men hurrying from the house. Several horses dashed past her, not ten feet distant. One rider saw her, for he turned to shout back. This drove Madeline Into a panic. Hardly knowing what she did, she began to run away from the house. Her feet seemed leaden. She felt the same horrible powerlessness that sometimes came over her when she dreamed of being pursued. Horses with shouting riders streaked past her In the shrubbery. There was a thunder of hoofs behind her. She turned aside, but the thundering grew nearer. She was being run down. As Madeline shut her eyes and, staggering, was about to fall, apparently right under pounding hoofs, a rude, powerful hand clapped round her waist, clutched deep and strong, and swung her aloft. She felt a heavy blow when the shoulder of the horse struck her, and then a wrenching of her arm as she was dragged up. A sudden blighting pain made sight and feeling fade from her. But she did not become unconscious to the extent that she lost the sense of being rapidly borne away. She seemed to hold that for a long time. When her faculties began to return the motion of the horse was no longer violent. For a few moments she could not determine her position. Apparently she was upside down. Then she saw that she was facing the ground, and must be lying across a saddle with her head hanging down. She could not move a hand; she could not tell where her hands were. Then she felt the touch of soft leather. She saw a d Mexican boot, wearing a huge silver spur, and the reeking flank and legs of a horse, and a dusty, narrow trail. Soon a kind of red darkness veiled her eyes, her head swam, and she felt motion and pain only dully. After what seemed a thousand weary hours some one lifted her from the horse and laid her upon the ground, where, gradually, as the blood left her head and she could see, she began to get the right relation of things. She lay In a sparse grove of firs, and the shadows told of late afternoon. She smelled wood smoke, and she heard the sharp crunch of horses' teeth nipping grass. Voices caused her to torn her face. A group of men stood and sat round a campfire eating like wolves. The looks of her captors made Madeline close her eyes, and the fascination, the fear they roused In her made her open them again. Mostly d they were Mexicans, black and haggard and starved. Whatever they might be, they hunger-strickeand surely were squalid. Not one had a coat. A few had scarfs. Some wore belts In which were scattered cartridges. Only a few had guns, and these were of diverse Madeline could see no patterns. packs, no blankets, and only a few cooking utensils, all battered and Her eyes fastened upon blackened. men she believed were white men ; but It was from their features and not their color that she Judged. Once she had seen a band of nomad robbers In the Sahara, and somehow was reminded of them by this motley outlaw troop. They divided attention between the satisfying of ravenous appetites and a fire-eye- by ZANE GREY by Harpor Bad Brwtk.va arm from one of the guerrillas caused the whole band to wheel and concentrate their attention In the opposite direction. They heara something. They saw some one. Grimy bands sought weapons, and then every man stiffened. Madeline saw what hunted men looked like at the moment of discovery, and the sight was terrible. She closed her eyes, sick with what she saw, fearful of the moment when the guns would leap out There were muttered curses, a short period of silence followed by whisperings, and then a clear voice rang out ME1 Capltan P A strong shock vibrated through Madeline, and her eyelids swept open. Instantly she associated the name El Capltan with Stewart and experienced a sensation of strange regret It was not pursuit or rescue she thought of then, but death. These men would kill Stewart. But surely he had not come alone. She heard the slow, heavy thump of hoofs. Soon Into the wide aisle between the trees moved the form of a man, arms flung high over his head. Then Madeline saw the horse, and she recognized Majesty, and she knew It was really Stewart who rode the roan. When doubt was no longer possible she felt a suffocating sense of gladness and fear and wonder. Many of the guerrillas leaped up with drawn weapons. Still Stewart approached with his hands high, and he rode right Into the campfire circle. Then a guerrilla, evidently the chief, waved down the threatening men and strode up to Stewart. He greeted him. There was amaze and pleasure and espect In the greeting. Madeline could tell that, though she did not know what was said. At the moment Stewart appeared to her as cool and careless as If he were dismounting at her porch steps. But when he got down she saw that his face was white. He shook hands with the guerrilla, aud then his glittering eyes roved over the men and around the glade until they rested upon Madeline. Without moving from his tracks he seemed to leap, as If a powerful current had shocked thln-bodie- thin-bearde- d, n Stewart guided the roan off to the right and walked beside Madeline, steadying her In the saddle. At first Madeline was so weak and dizzy that she could scarcely retain her seat. The dizziness left her presently, and then she made an effort to ride without help. Her weakness, however, and a pain In her wrenched arm made the task laborsome. Stewart had struck off the trail, If there were one, and was keeping to denser parts of the forest. Majesty's hoofs made no sound on the soft ground, and Stewart strode on without speaking. Neither his hurry nor vigilance relaxed nntll at least two miles had been covered. The soft ground gave place to bare, rocky soil. The horse snorted and tossed his head. A sound of splashing water broke the silence. The hollow opened Into a wider one through which a little brook mur- glade. mured Its way over the stones. Grimy Hands Sought Weapons, Then Every Man Stiffened. and him. Madeline tried to smile to assure him she was alive and well; but the intent In bis eyes, the power of his controlled spirit telling her of her peril and his, froze the smile on her lips. With that he faced the chief and spoke rapidly In the Mexican Jargon Madeline had always found so difficult to translate. The chief answered, spreading wide his hands, one of which indicated Madeline as she lay there. Stewart drew the fellow a little aside and said something for his ear alone. The chiefs handa swept up In a gesture of surprise and acquiescence. Again Stewart spoke swiftly. His hearer then turned to address the band. Madeline caught the words "Don There was a Carlos and pesos. brief muttering protest which the chief thundered down. Madeline guessed her release had been given by this guerrilla and bought from the others of the band. Stewart strode to her side, leading the roan. Majesty reared and snorted when he saw his mistress prostrate. Stewart knelt, still holding the bridle. Are you all right? he asked. "I think so, she replied, essaying a laugh that was rather a failure. My feet are tied. Dark blood blotted out all the white from his face, and lightning shot from his eyes. She felt his hands, like steel tongs, loosening the bonds round her ankles. Without a word he lifted her upright and then upon Majesty. Madeline reeled a little In the saddle, held had to the pommel with one hand, and tried to lean on Stewart's shoulder with the other. Dont- - give up, he said. She saw him gaze furtively Into the forest on all sides. And It surprised her to see the guerrillas riding away. Putting the two facts together, Madeline formed an Idea that neither Stewart nor the others desired to meet with soma one evidently due shortly In the Maj- esty snorted again and stopped and bent his head. He wants a drink, said Madeline. Tm thirsty, too, and very tired. Stewart lifted her out of the saddle, and as their hands parted she felt something moist and warm. Blood was running down her arm and Into the palm of her hand. Im bleeding, she said, a little unsteadily. Oh, I remember. My arm was hurt She held it out, the blood making her conscious of her weakness. Stewart's finger felt so firm and sure. Swiftly he ripped the wet sleeve. Her forearm bad been cut or scratched. He washed off the blood. Why, Stewart, Its nothing. I was only a little nervous. I guess thats the first time I ever saw my own blood. He made no reply as he tore her handkerchief Into strips and bound her arm. His swift motions and his silence gave her a hint of how he might meet a more serious emergency. She felt safe. And because of that Impression, when he lifted his head and she saw that he was pale and shaking, she was surprised. He stood before her folding his scarf, which was still wet, and from which he made no effort to remove the red stains. Miss Hammond, he said, hoarsely, it was a mans hands a Greaser's fingernails that cut your arm. I know who he was. I could have killed him. But I mightnt have got your freedom. You understand? I didnt dare. Madeline gazed at Stewart, astounded more by his speech than his excessive emotion. she exclaimed. And My dear boy then she paused. She could not find words. He was making an apology to her for not killing a man who had laid a rough hand upon her person. He was ashamed and seemed to be in a torture that she would not understand why he had not killed the man. There seemed to be something of passionate scorn In him that he had not been able to avenge her as well as free her. Stewart, I understand. You were being my kind of cowboy. I thank you. But she did not understand so much as she Implied. She had heard many stories of this man's cool indifference to peril and death. He had always Seemed as hard as granite. Why should the sight of a little blood upon her arm pale his cheek and shake his hand and thicken his voice? What was there in his nature to make him Implore her to see the only reason he could not kill an outlaw? The answer to the first question was that he loved her. It was beyond her to answer the second. But the secret of It lay In the same strength from which his love sprang an intensity of feeling which seemed characteristic of these western men of simple, lonely, elemental lives. All at once over Madeline rushed a tide of realization of how greatly It was possible for such a man as Stewart to love her. The thought came to her In all Its singular power. All her eastern lovers who had the graces that made them her equals In the sight of the world were without the only great essential that a lonely, hard life had given to Stewart. Nature here struck a Just balance. Something deep and dim in the future, an unknown voice, called to Madeline and disturbed her. And because It was not a voice to her intelligence she deadened the ears of her warm and throbbing life and decided never to listen. Is It safe to rest a little? she I am so tired. Perhaps Ill asked. be stronger If I rest. Were all right now, he said. I can get you home by midnight. They'll be some worried down there. What happened?" Nothing much to any one but you. Thats the the hard luck of It Florence caugnt us out on the slope. We were returning from the fire. We were dead beat. But we got to the ranch before any damage was done. We sure had trouble In finding a trace of you. Nick spotted the prints of Vour heels under the window. And then we knew. I had to fight the boys. If theyd come after you we'd never have gotten you without a fight. I didnt want that. I had to rope Monty. Hopest, I tied him to the porch. Nels and Nick promised to atay and hold 1 high-toppe- be fighting blood men Injured, perhaps killed. Even the thought of violence of any kind hurt her. But perhaps the guerrillas would run in time to avoid a clash with her men. She hoped for that, prayed for it Through her mind flitted what she knew of Nels, of Monty, of Nick Steele; and she experienced a sensation that left her somewhat chilled and sick. Then d she thought of the Stewart. She felt a thrill drive way the cold nausea. And her excitement augmented. Waiting, listening Increased all her emotions. Nothing appeared to be happening. Yet hours seemed to pass while she crouched there. Had Florence been overtaken? Could any of those lean horses outrun Majesty? She doubted It ; she knew It could not be true. Nevertheless, the strain of uncertainty was torturing. Suddenly the bang of the corridor door pierced her through and through with the dread of uncertainty. Some of the guerrillas had entered the east wing of the house. She heard a babel of Jabbering voices, the shuffling of boots and clinking of spurs, the slamming of doors and ransacking of rooms. Madeline lost faith In her hiding place. Moreover, she found it Impossible to take the chance. The Idea of being caught In that dark room by those ruffians filled her with horror. She must get out Into the light. Swiftly she rose and went to the window. It was rather more of a door than window, being a large aperture closed by two wooden doors on hinges. The Iron hook yielded readily to her grasp, vigilant watching down the forest nd one door stuck fast, while the aisles. They expected some one, Madeother opened a few inches. She looked line thought, and, manifestly, if it were out upon a green slope covered with a pursuing posse, they did not show flowers and bunches of sage and anxiety. She could not understand bushes. Neither man nor horse showed more than a word here and there that In the narrow field of her vision. She they had uttered. Presently, however, believed she would be safer hidden the name of Don Carlos revived keen out there In the shrubbery than In curiosity in her and realization of her the house. The Jump from the win- situation, and then once more dread dow would be easy for her. possessed her breast. A low exclamation tod a sweep of She pulled at the door. It did not dark-browe- tars him till morning. That was the best I could do. I was sure lucky to come up with the band so soon. I had figured right I knew that guerrilla chief. Hes a bandit In Mexico. Its a business with him. But he fought for Madero, and I was with him a good deal. He may be a Greaser, but hes white. How did you effect my release? I offered them money. That's what the rebels all want. They need money. They'D a lot of poor, hungry devils. I gathered that you offered to pay ransom. How much?" Two thousand dollars Mex. I gave my word. Ill have to take the money. I told them when and where Id meet them. Im glad Ive got the Certainly. Madeline laughed. What a money. strange thing to happen to me ! I wonder what dad would say to that? Stewart, Pm afraid he'd say two thousand dollars Is more than Im worth. But tell me. That rebel chieftain did not demand money? No. The money Is for his mea. We were comrades before Juares. One day I dragged him out of a ditch. I reminded him. Then I I told him something I I thought Stewart, I know from the way he looked at me that you spoke of me. I heard Don Carlos' name several times. That Interests me. What have Don Carlos and his vaqueros to do with IMPROVEMENT Wonderful Results from Lydia Ea Pinkhams Vegetable Compound Beloit, WIs. My female trouble was brought on by overwork. I had worked in stores and had to do heavier work than my strength could stand, ana had to be on my feet most of the time. Finally I had to give up tnia work entirely and atay at home. Doctors medicine did not give me much relief, and my mother wanted me to taka Lydia E. Pinkhams Vegetable Compound. 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He may be snapping the switch of a wire that runs up hlg sleeve and connects with a baby arc that lights up hi face and does more this? Jostle to his cleancut features than That Greaser has all to do with It," the flame from a lighted match could He burned effect replied Stewart, grimly. his ranch and corrals to keep us from Exception. getting them. But he also did It to Foreman Yes, I'll give ye a Job draw all the boys away from your home. They had a deep plot, all right sweepln an keepln the place clean. But Im a college graduate." I left orders for some one to stay with Well, then, maybe ye better start A1 and But both whore you. Stillwell, rode off this morning. on somethin' simpler." From Life. Then the guerrillas came down. Few men novel readers thoroughly Well, what was the Idea the plot In the hero. believe as you call it? To get you, he said, bluntly. Me Stewart, you do not mean my capture whatever you call It was anything more than mere accident? I do mean that. But Stillwell and your brother think the guerrillas wanted money and arms, and they Just haphot-heade- ! pened to make off with you because you ran under a horses nose. You do not Incline to that point of view? I don't. Neither does Nels nor Nick Steele. And we know Don Carlos and the Greasers. Look how the vaqueros chased Flo for you ! What do you think, then?" Id rather not say. Once I heard Nels say he'd seen the Greaser look at you, and If he ever saw him do It again he'd shoot him. Why, Stewart, that Is ridiculous. To shoot a man for looking at a woman I This Is a civilized country." Well, maybe It would be ridiculous In a civilized country. Theres soma things about civilization I dont cars Safe instant relief from CORNS. Out mnuu and the palm of tbit cora eadal Tbit'i what Dr. ScboU't Zi no-p- a da thtMix-fn- e. ioMftly. Tbr and kail th irriutkxi. Thu from inketioa avoid cutting Tout you corrocivo icidi. Tk in; lO- con M or for Sixea corn!, tiacptic: waterproof. bwniooa. Get a box today at your dniffiat'i or aha daoler'a. nam DX Scholl's s "Lino-pad- for." "What, for Instance? For one thing, I cant stand for tbs way men let other men treat women." But, Stewart, this Is strange talk from you, who, that night I cams She broke off, sorry that she had spoken. His shame was not pleasant to see. Suddenly be lifted his bead, and she felt scorched by flaming eyes. Suppose I was drunk. Supposs I had met some ordinary glrL Suppose I had really made her marry ms. Dont you think I would have stopped being a drunkard and have been good to hfwSarbi af Tit StMl multrt uf Dr. itkotri frrt Hit-Ctmjtri Afflmutti, Artk Suyyoro, tm. limit m Ay Put one on the pain Is gone t her?" Stewart, I do not know what to think about you, replied Madeline. Then followed a short silence. Madeline saw the last bright rays of the sotting sun glide up over a distant crag. Stewart rebrldled the horse and looked at the I got off the trail. About Don Carlos Ill say right out, not what Nels and Nick think, but what I know. Don saddle-girth- CKmsaoucn manwactvsinc co. Carlos hoped to make off with you for himself, the same as If you had been a poor peon slave-gir- l down In Sonora. Maybe he had a deeper plot than my rebel friend told ms. Maybe he even went so far as to hope for American troops to chase him. The rebels are trying to stir up the United States. They'd welcome Intervention. But, however that may be, the Greaser meant evil to you, and has meant It ever since he saw you first. Thats all. "Stewart, you have done me and my family a service we can never hope to repay. She fell asleep with her head on Stewarts breast." Vaseline RrgUSPMOff Yellow or White PETROLEUM JELLY - -- - TOO LATE Death only a matter of short time. Dont wait until pains and aches become incurable diseases. Avoid painful consequences by taking LATHROPS (TO BE CONTINUED.) Grocery" Stores. 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