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Show THE SAUNA SUN, SAL1NA, UTAH The Everlasting Whisper By Jackson Gregory Copyright hy Ch&rlea Scribner' Sons fWNU Service) SYNOPSIS In the California sierra Mark King, prospector. eeei Andy Parker killed by Bwen Brodle, Parkers outlaw companion, both known to King. He Is on his .way to ths summer home of his friend, Ben Gaynor. King and Gaynor share with Brodle and his crowd knowledge f a vast atore of gold Gue Ingles treasure hidden In the sierra. King meats Mrs. Gaynor and Is Impressed by her daughter Glorias youthful beauty. He Instinctively dislikes a house visitor named Oratton. CHAPTER II Continued What do yon suppose? said Gloria He would have been tranquilly. Very rude If he hadnt been thinking of your daughter. Besides, he had very little to do with the matter. But you will be gone all day!" Oh, mamma 1" Gloria began to grow What if I am? Mr. King Impatient. Is a gentleman, Isnt he? He Isnt going to eat me, Is he? . Why do you make such a fuss' over It all? Do you want to spoil everything for me? You know I dont! But" Weve had nothing but huts' since I told you. I should have left you a note and slipped out! She bestowed upon the worried face a pecking little kiss and tiptoed to the door. And while Mrs. Gaynor stared after her she closed the door softly and went down stairs and out Into the brightening, dawn, where Mark King awaited her with the horses. From behind- a window curtain Glorias toother watched the girl tripping away through the meadow to the stable, set back among the trees. King lifted Gloria Into her saddle; Glorias little laugh had In It a flutter of excitement as her cavaliers strength took her by delighted surprise and oft her feet They rode away through the thinning shadows. Mrs. Gaynor, de-- . spite the earliness of the hour, went .straight to her husband, awoke him mercilessly, and told him everything. Oh, he said when she had done ahd he' had turned over for another hour or so of sleep, thats all right Mark told me about It last night. And1 you didnt say a word to me ! . "Forgot, said Ben. But dont worry. Markll take care of her. She left him to his Innocent slumbers hnd began dressing. Already she was busied with planning Just what to say and how to 'say ft; Gloria knew, she thought jvith sorpe complacency, that her mother could he depended upon In any situation demanding the ' delicate touch. tery of the woodlands ; the mystery of a man clothed in his masculinity as In an outer garment; the tender mystery of a young girl, her own thoughts half veiled from herself, her Instincts alive and urgent, and often all In confusion. Gloria did not expect to marry Archie or Teddy or Mr. Grat-to- n ; she had no thought of being anyone's wife; that term, after all, at Gloria's age, is a drab and humdrum thing. She did not dream of Mark King as a possible husband; another She merely hununromantic title. gered for male admiration. It was the wine of life, the breath in her nostrils. As It happens to be to some countless millions of other girls. . , . They rode on, side by side, each content with seeing only that which lay on the surface both of his companion and of himself. From the first he called her Gloria quite naturally; to her be was Mr. King. But the Mark slipped out before they came Into sight of the roofs of picturesque Coloma. You are sure you wont be gone more than an hour? Gloria asked. Never, it seemed to her, had she seen a lonelier-lookinplace than old Coloma. The street into which they had ridden was deserted save for a couple of dogs making each others acquaintance suspiciously. Less than an hour, he assured her. What business I have can be done In g tip-toei- Never had Mark King known. 'pleasanter companionship than. Gloria. Gaynor afforded this "bright morning. When they rode side by side she chatted brightly, 6thrl.ll with animation, Vivid with her rioting, youth. Yesterday, surrendering her volatile self to a very natural arid quite Innocent feminine instinct, Gloria had fully determined to parade Mark King before her envious friends as very much her own property. It was mdrely a bit of the game, the old, old game, at which she, being richly favored by nature, was as skillful as a girl of eighteen be. .Then of nineteen she had caught a word between her .father, hnd. his friend ; ' had. heard Honeycutt mentioned and a' ride to Coloma,- and on the break of the instant had determined with a young Will which invariably went unthwarted, that high adventure was beckoning her. King had telephoned to San Francisco. arrangihg to have three thousand dollars In cash sent Immediate--l- y to him at Coloma, and today fancied Tilmself strictly attending to business with an undivided mind. He was not' given- to many" words, frown taciturn as are mountaineers ' .Inevitably, trained In long habit to in silence of which that approve pleased him most So, while Glorias' eager tongue tripped along as busily as the brooks they forded, he was for the most part silent, ne chose always the easier frails, since with the good horses tinder them they had ample time to come to Loony Honeycutts place well before midday. Also they stopped frequently, King making an excuse of showing her points of interest; the' pass Into the hiding place of the picturesque highwayman of an earlier .day whence they drove stolen' horses Into Nevada, where they secreted other horses stolen In Nevada and to be disposed of down In the Sacramento valley. Once, while under the pretext of letting' their horses blow, King had suggested a short halt to give the girl a chance to rest, Gloria said with abruptcould-possibl- - - cliff-bouti- d ness: . What do you think of Mr. Grat-ton?- " Already she knew Mark King well enough to realize that he would either refuse to answer or would speak his mind without beating about the bush. I dont like him, said King. Giorli- - looked thoughtful. Neither do I, she said. Not up here In the mountains. And down In San Francisco I thought him rather splendid. What Is more, If we were whisked back to San Francisco this minute, Id probably think him fine again. She appeared Interested In the consideration, and when they rode on was silent, obviously turning the matter over and over in mind. Today were three mysteries tremblingly close to revealing themselves pne to another: the great green mys She Merely Hungered for Male Ad- It Waa the Wine of miration. Life the Breath in her Nostrljs. fifteen minutes If It can be done at aft But, in the meantime, what you do? will . Oh, Ill Just poke around. He put the horses In the stable, and fed them himself, and came back to her outside the front double doors. Tired much?" he asked solicitously. Not a bit tired, she told him . . watered brightly.- - That's good. But I could get a room for you at the hotel; you could lie down and rest a couple of hours Gloria would not hear of It; If she did want to lie down shed go out under one of the trees and rest there.. She trudged along with him to the post office; she watched as Mark called for and got a registered parcel. She was smiling brightly when Mark King hnrrled off to his meeting with- - old Loony Honeycutt He realized that his visit to Loony Honeycutt was not likely to pass unnoticed. What he had not counted on was finding Swen Brodle himself before him In Honeycutt's shanty. As be lifted his foot to the first of the three front steps he heard voices. Nor would any man who had once listened to the deep, sullen bass of Swen Brodle have forgotten or have failed now In Brodies mouth, quick recognition. when he spoke, dripped, the vilest of vocabularies that had ever been known In .these mountains. What King heard, as though Brodle had held bis speech for the moment and hurled It like a challenge to the man he did not know had come, was, when stripped of Its cargo of verbal filth:; . .. You. old fool, youre' dying right now. Its for me or Mark King to get It, and It aint going to be King. Honeycutt all the time was whining like a feeble spirit in. pain, his utterances like the final dwindlings of a d dog. Perhaps Brodle as the ultimate argument had manhandled him. King threw open the door. There stood old Honeycutt, tremblingly upheld upon his sawed-of- f broom-handlBeyond him, facing the door, was Swen Brodle, his Immense body towering over Honeycutts spindling one, his bestial face hideous In Its contortions as at once be gloated and threatened. In Brodies hands, which were twice the size of an ordinary mans, was a little wooden box, to which Honeycutts rheumy eyes were glued with frantic despair. Evidently the box had only now been taken from Its biding place under a loose board In the floor; the board lay tossed to one side, and Brodies legs straddled the opening. Honeycutt did not know Immediately that anyone had entered; either his old ears had not heard, or his excited mind was concentrated so on Brodle that he had no thought of aught else. Brodie, however, turned his small, restless eyes, that were like two shiny bright-blu- e buttons, upon the Intruder. Swen Brodie was the biggest man who had ever come to the mountains, mean-spirite- e. men said, unless that honor went one of the seven who more than a to half-centur- y ago bad perished with Gus And even so Brodle kept the honor in his own blood, boasting that Ingle's giant companion, the worst of a bad lot, was bis own father. The elder Brodle bad come from Iceland, bad lived with a squaw, had sired the first Swen" Brodle. And this last scion of a bouse of outlawry and depravity, the Blue Devil, as many called blm, stood six or eight clear Inches above Mark King, who was well above six feet His bead was all face, flattening off an Inch above the hairless brows; his face was all enormous, double-toothe- d mouth. Slowly the big mouth dosed. The shiny blue eyes narrowed and glinted ; the coarse face reddened. Old Honeycutt saw. He began to sputter but Brodie's loud voice bad come back to him and drowned out the old mans shrilllngs. Brodie ripped out a string of oaths, demanding: Who told you to come In? Yon you " He was aiming to kill me," cried old Honeycutt, dragging and pulling at Kings sleeve. He was for doin for me like that!" He pointed to the floor. There lay a heavy Iron poker bent double. You old fool, Ill do you yet," growled Brodle. And you, King, what are you after?" Always truculent, today Brodle was plainly spoiling for trouble. "I came for a word with Honeycutt, not with you, King flashed back at him. And from the look of things Honeycutt Is thanking his stars that I did come." If you mean anything by that," shouted Brodle threateningly, put a name to It. If Its a fight you want," said King sharply, Im ready to take you on, any time, and without a lot of palaver." Old Honeycutt began sidling off toward the back door, neither of bis two visitors noticing him now as their eyes clashed. What I come for Im going to have," announced Brodle. Its mine, anyhow, more than any other mans; I could prove it by law If I gave the snap of a finger for what the law deals out, hit or miss. Was there a King with Gus Ingles crowd? Or a Honeycutt? No, but there was a Brodle! And Pm his heir, by thunder. Its mine moren any mans." . King laughed at him. Since when have you been studying law, Brodle? Since you got back this last trip, figuring you might have a word with the sheriff? I happened to see you and Andy Parker standing together on the cliffs. I saw Andy go overboard. What Is more, I had a talk with him before I burled him. Brodies big mouth dropped open; his little blue eyes rounded, and he put one hand at his throat nervously. Andys a liar; always a liar, he said thickly. But he seemed annoyed. Then his face cleared, and he, too, Anylaughed, derision In his tone. way, he's dead and cant lie no more, and your word against mine ain't moren an even break. So Jf your nosing sheriff gets gay with me I'll twist his cursed neck for him. Suit yourself. Pve told you already I came for a talk with Honeycutt and not' with you. Then youll wait until Im done with him," roared Brodle, all of his first baffled rage sweeping back And now youll through his blood. Ingle. NEW YORK HISTORY FROM EARLY DAYS Museum Groups Vividly Recall the Past Among the tattered letters, odd maps and prints, portime-darken- traits and other fragmentary memorabilia which line the walls of the new Museum of the City of New York there runs the series of model groups In which Dwight Franklin and Ned J. Burns have recaptured the long past of the greatest city of the world. They are delicate little panoramas, beautifully constructed and finely modeled and breathing a sudden life and vitality Into the dead relics about them as they repeat the veritable scenes amid which those old letters passed or those quaint dresses were worn. Peter Stuyvesants sword looks simply like something In a museum until near It one sees the governor himself, fully as vivid as life (If as large), only about storming over Colonel Cartwrights demand for surrender while the one-tent- h Seventeenth century sunshine lies placidly upon the ramparts of Nieuw Amsterdam fort outside the door. Well, the fort has lain burled for many years somewhere beneath the of ' lower Broadway ; foundations Peter Stuyvesant is as dead as a doornail, and so Is the pleasant, bucolic life of the little outpost of Dutch empire which once occupied what was once the tip of Manhattan. In the model those times are as alive as last night's supper club. So are the pleasant blue waters and wooded slopes of the East river (so much pleasanter than today) as they are seen through the windows of the Beekman mansion, while. General Howe, Interrupted with wineglass In hand and a mot upon his Ups, tosses the Irritated glance of authority over his snoulder to see what the guards have brought In. Its an Infernal young rebel suspected of espionage name of Nathan nale. One almost hears the voices and one suddenly understands a lot about the American Revolution. Alive, too, are the waterfront crowds under the long jibbooms on South street, or the Indians, three centuries earlier, In their encampment at Inwood. These models are an essential and fascinating part of the new exhibit, something which distinguishes it from those of other museums. They give an IncomIdea of the times better parably they portray than do, for example, the models of old London in the great London museum; and they suggest how wonderful will be the record which this museum will contain wjien time has enriched Its collections and broadened their scope to cover the countless fields of New Yorks Ufe and activities down to the present time. As yet, of course, there are many lacunae. The contemporary scene Is hardly touched. Some types of exhibit may prove difficult to acquire; New Yorks growth, for example, has been so swift and so destructive as to leave few of the old shop fronts, old signs and utensils, pieces of furniture and paneling which are Important items In the London collection. But the beginning Is such a fine one, offering so many possibilities, that money and support for expansion must surely be forthcoming. One hopes that good slices of it will be spent on further work from Mr. Franklin, and Mr. Burns. New York nerald Tribune. McrcolizcdlVax Keeps Skin Young at upeelmumoff mi u dlrMWd. Fla MrtidM of until nil daleeU sue m rHntJm. User OM tu and (nckles diuppwr. 6kin tiM soft wlwtf. Your ft looks mn foua.k Wns brines out tbs hiddaa of your skin pole, om nam wriaklM dlmoWed la eee-hi- k nssaty Oil moot M ptos wiub de Salt Lake Citys Newest Hotel Reads Like Page From Old Farmer's Almanac" The spirit of the Old Farmers Almanac" brought up to date In the Commonweal (New York) by Robert P. Tristram Coffin; Build your house upon a rise. Make friends with your arms and thighs. your spring below a pine, Plant a morning-glor- y vine. Dig; Have your bedroom fare the dawn, Have windows with no curtains on. HOTEL TEMPLE SQUARE Though fields He ready cleared a score, Cut thickets down and make one more. 200 Rooms Sleep an hour in the sun. Talk to your cows when milking's done. Radio connection in every room. RATES FROM 01.30 By all that's good, be much alone, e but your own. ERNEST Use no man's plow-hors- Jmt oppotut C 200 Tile Baths Uonmom Tebrnwh ROSSITER, Cavern to Be State Park Never hope to rise In life An old cavern, not yet fully exUntil you have brought home your plored, but used by the Indians for wife. many years as a hiding place, is to Never trust your corn to grow be made a state park uorthweBt of Before you have a son or so. San Antonio, Texas. It Is beneath Is no rain to match a mother, 500 acres of Burnet county land Thy Soift and seeds help on each other. near Highway 60. Hundreds of arLiterary Digest. rowheads have been found in the cavern. Unfortunate Chicks Personal Proof At Altoona, Pa., two bantam Adam Most of the girls that come chicks starved to death because they were unnble to eat as a pigeon does here dont want to marry. Eve How do you know? from the mouth of the mother. , Adam Ive asked em. The bantam eggs were hatched by a pigeon along with a number of Chicken Yield Gold The mother pigeon pigeon- eggs. A chicken killed by Walter Fults accorded her mixed brood the same treatment, feeding all with her bill. of Albermarle, N. C., had five gold The pigeons thrived, but the chicks, nuggets In Its gizzard. unable to take food from the birds mouth, died. Perfectly Suited Lopher How does Snlgglefrltz like his new typist? Wanted Preferred Position Lazier Shes Just his type. Rev. Moses How, pastor of the Middle Street Raptlst church, New Bedford, Mass., for fourteen years Try Lydia E. PlnMism's Vegetable Corapouad and of the Seamans Bethel there for fifteen years, In his diary tells of burying Elder Daniel nix of Dartmouth, who requested that he be burled as near the gate of the cemetery as possible so that he could be first out at the resurrection. He was burled next the gate on March 24, 1833. Shes Up in Hie Air Again Creature of Habit New Prisoner Oh, by the way, warder, I always sleep with my door open. Those the love sre Tint to suffer when monthly paint shatter her oervea. Lvdia E. Piokham Vegetable Compound would case that awful agony. King stooped forward Just a little, gathering himself and ready as he saw Brodie crouch for a spring. It was Just then that both remembered old Honeycutt For the old man, tottering In the opening of the rear dooF, was muttering In a wicked sort of glee: Up with them hands of your'n, Swen Brodle. High up an right quick, or Ill blow your ugly head offn your ' . In his trembling hands was a double-barrele- d shotgun, sawed off and doubtless loaded to the muzzle with buckshot Though the thing wavered considerably, Its end was not six feet' from Brodies head, and both hammers were back, while tne ancient nervous fingers were playing as with palsy about the triggers. King expected the discharge each second. Brodie whirled and drew back, his face turning gray, ' Put It down, you old fool; put It down!" he cried rasplngly, Ill go. The old man cackled in his delight. Ill put nothin down, he announced triumphantly.' You set down that box. Hastily Brodle put It on the table.. .Git! cried old Honeycutt. They, could hear the air rushing back Into Brodies lungs as he came to the door and his fear left him. Til be back, Honeycutt, dont you As for fear," he growled savagely. you, King, you and me aint done. I'll get you where theres no old fool to butt In, and Ill break every bone In your body." Ill be ready, Brodle, said King. He watched the great hulking figure as It wnt out; two hundred and fifty pounds of brawn there, every ounce of It packed with power and the cunning of brutish battle. If he ever fought Swen Brodle, Just man to man, with only the weapons nature gave them, what would the end be? But Brodle was gone, his shadow withdrawn from the door-steand he had his business with Honeycutt. Put your gun down, Honeycutt, he said quietly. ' I want to talk with you. I got the big stiff on the run 1" mumbled the old man. He caint come an bulldoze me. Not me, he caint. No, nor If Swen Brodle caint git the best of me, no other man can," he added meaningly, glaring at King. ' . (TO BS OONTUTOSD.) gKIC THE CfcU(ytln Mgr. Plow as soon as hylas peep, Mow before the crickets cheep. clear out! shoulders! It PowdOTd SuolUa we bal. A THAT'S PACKED WITH POWERI |