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Show A UFkj HDraWk cfjf ana Cnquzred J Sfer ( Cyrus IsMmi. ) , r;'" Ffj7 Upwai;3'f AJ v " - -' e-yrtjjv-t fey w,0,C?fflai' " to the merciless fury of the storm, a thought came suddenly to Mrs. Mait-land. Mait-land. She leaned over and caught the frontiersman by his wet sleeve. Seeing See-ing that she wished to speak to him, he bent his head toward her lips. "Enid," she cried, pointing down the canon. She had not thought before of the position of the girl. Kirkby, who1 had not forgotten her, but who had instantly realized that he could do nothing for her, shook his head, lifted bis eyes and solemnly pointed his finger up to the gray skies. He had said nothing to Mrs. Maitland before. What was the use of troubling her. "God only kin help her," he cried. "She's beyond the help of man." Ah, indeed, old trapper, whence came the confident assurance of that dogmatic statement? For as it chanced, chanc-ed, at that very moment the woman for whose peril your heart was wrung was being lifted out of the torrent by meadow land, trunks of trees torn up by the roots had lodged against them. It was a scene of desolate and miserable confusion and disaster. "Oh, Robert, don't you think she may be safe?" asked Mrs. Maitland. "There's just a chance, I think, that she may have suspicioned the storm an' got out of the canon," suggested the old frontiersman. "A slim chance," answered Maitland Mait-land gloomily. "God, I wouldn't have had this happen for anything on earth." "Nor me. I'd a heap ruther it had got me than her," said Kirkby simply. sim-ply. "I didn't see it coming," continued Maitland, nodding as if Kirkby's statement were to be accepted as a matter of course, as indeed it was. "We were on the other slope of the mountain until it was almost overhead." over-head." "Nuther did I. To tell the truth I its approach. At best the three in the camp could not have discovered it until It "was high in the heavens. Now the clouds were already approaching the noonday sun. Kirkby was alive to the situation at once. He had the rare ability of men of action of awakening with all his faculties at instant command. com-mand. He did not have to rub his eyes and wonder where he was, and speculate as to what was to bo done. The moment that his eyes, following Pete's outstretched arm, discovered the black mass of clouds he ran toward to-ward Mrs. Maitland and standing on no ceremony he shool; her vigorously by the shoulder. "We'll have to run for our lives, ma'am," he said briefly. "Pete, drive the stocl: up on the hills, fur as you kin, the hosses pertikler, they'll be more to us an' them burros must take keer of themselves." Pete needed no urging. He was off like a shot in the direction of the improvised im-provised corral. He loosed the horses from their pickets and started them up the steep trail that led down from the hogback to the camp by the water's wa-ter's edge. He also tried to start the burros he had just rounded up in the same direction. Some of them would go and some of them would not. He bad his hands full in an instant. Meanwhile Kirkby did not linger by the side of Mrs. Maitland. With incredible in-credible agility for so old a man he ran over to the tent where the stores were kept and began picking out such articles of provision as he could easiest carry. "Come over here, Mrs. Maitland," he cried. "We'll have to carry up on the hill somethin' to keep us from starvin' till we get back to town. We hadn't orter camped In this yere pocket noways, but who'd ever expected expect-ed anything like this now?" "What do you fear?" asked the woman, joining him as she spoke and waiting for his directions. "Looks to me like a cloudburst," was the answer. "Creek's pretty full now, an' if she does break everything below yere '11 go to hell on a run." It was evidence of his perturbation and anxiety that he used such language, lan-guage, which, however, in the emergency emer-gency did not seem unwarranted even to the refined ear Of Mrs. Maitland. "Is it possible?" she exclaimed. " 'Taint only possible, it's sartin. Now, ma'am," he hastily bundled up a lot of miscellaneous provisions in a small piece of canvass, tied it up and handed it to her. "That'll be for you." ( ned his own old battered, soiled rain clothes and had grabbed up Pete's. "I brought the children's coats along," said Mrs. Maitland, extending three others. "Good," said Kirkby. "Now we'll take our packs an' ' "Do you think there is any danger to Robert?" "He'll git nothin' worse 'n a wet-tin'," wet-tin'," returned the old man confidently. confident-ly. "If we'd pitched the tents up on the hog back, that's all we'd a been in for." "I have to leave the tents and all the things," said Mrs. Maitland. "You can stay with them," answered Kirkby, dryly, "but if what I think 's goin' to happen comes off, you won't have no need of nothin' no more Great God, here she comes." As 'he spoke there was a sudden, swift downpour of rain, not in drops, but in a torrent. Catching up his own pack and motioning the woman to do likewise with her load, Kirkby caught her by the hand, and half led, half dragged her up the steep trail from the brook to the ridge which bordered the side of the canon. The canon was much wider here than further up and there was much more room and much mortrspace for the water to spread. Yet, they had to hurry for their lives as it was. They had gone up scarcely a hundred feet when the disgorgement disgorge-ment of the heavens took place. The water fell with such force, directness and continuousness that it almost beat them down. It ran over the trail down the side of the mountain in sheets like water falls. It required all the old man's skill and address to keep himself and companion from losing los-ing their footing and falling down into the seething tumult below. The tents went down in an instant. Where there had been a pleasant bit of meadow land was now a muddy, tossing lake of black water. Some of the horses and most of the burros which Pete had been unable to do anything any-thing with were engulfed in a moment. mo-ment. The two on the mountain side could see them swimming for dear life as they swept down the canon. Pete himself, with a few of the animals, was already scrambling up to safety. Speech was impossible between the neise of the falling rain and the incessant in-cessant petls of thunder, but by persistent per-sistent gesture, old Kirkby urged the terrified, trembling woman up the trail until they finally reached the top of the hog back, where under the poor shelter of the stunted pines they "We won't give up hope, ina'arc," said Kirkby, "until toma'rer w'oii we 've had a look at the canon." By this time the others Joined th party. Phillips and Bradshaw sho-weO the stuff that was in them. Thej tm-: mediately volunteered to go down Ui canon at once, knowing little or cotfc-; ing of its dangers and indifferent to what they did know, but 3 Kirkby1 had pointed out, the attempt wa clearly impossible. Maitland bitterly-reproached bitterly-reproached himself for having alien- ed the girl to go alone, and in those; self-reproaches old Kirkby Joined. They were too wet and cold t sleep. There was no shelter and Jti was not until early in the mornfcg they succeeded in kindling a fir Meanwhile the men talked the situiH tion over very carefully. They wrw two days' journey from ttie vragons., It was necessary that the women aica! children should be taken back at orcee.) Kirkby hadn't been able to save rami! more than enough to eat to get tiem back to a ranch or settlement, nnd no very short rations at bent. It van finally decided that George and Ftte and Mrs. Maitland, the two girls ajfl; the youngster, should go back to ttum wagon, drive to the nearest ecttle-1 -" ment, leave the women anl then turn on horseback with all speed toj meet Mttland and Kirkby, -vno wonlff meanwhile search the cann. The two men from the .ast had tr go. back with the others, aTtnongli they pleaded" gallantly to be allowed man to man and then Robert MaSi-land, MaSi-land, standing in the midst of thai group, bowed his head fn toe stinn morning, for the sky again was clesT, and poured out a brief pmyeT t"?at! God would prosper them, Ihat tr.ey would find the child and that titnri would all be together aga'n in hvs.iti and happiness. And without ahcthiw word, he and Kirkby plunged dawn tAi the side of the canon, the others tW ing up their weary march hcmirwKr.ar with sad hearts and in great distcrifj CHAPTER VIIU I A Telegram and a Caller-. "You say," asked Maitland, a surveyed the canon, "that sho -wKist down the stream?" "She said she was goin' down. V showed her how to cut across mountains an' avoid the big bend. I"t got no reason to suspicion that sha didn't go w'ere she said." "Nevertheless," said MaitlanJ, it is barely possible that she may baxs changed her mind and gone m; b canon." "Yep, the feemale mind does often change unexpected like," returned! t:its other, "but w'ether she went cp mr down, the only place for tis to look, I take it, is down, for if she's aliT, 3f she got out of the canon and fa nbrve us, nacherly she'd follow it down y"r an' we'd a seed her by this tlzn. IT she didn't git out of the canon, vTi.y, to remain with the two who wen in lake up the hunt for Enid. Mai'Kattffl might have kept them with Mm, uf. that meant retaining a larger jivrcSmi of the scanty supplies that had fripurn snvprt rind he wna comnelTpfl nfTiiritT "Great Gtodl'He Cried.'W 1 SYNOPSIS. Enid Maitland, a frank,' free and unspoiled un-spoiled young Philadelphia girl, la taken :o the Colorado mountains by her uncle, Robert Maitland. James Armstrong, Maitland's protege, falls in love with her. His persistent wooing thrills the girl, but she hesitates, and Armstrong goes east on business without a definite answer. Knld hears the story of a mining engineer, engi-neer, Newbold, whose wife fell off a cliff and was so seriously hurt that he was compelled to shoot her to prevent her being be-ing eaten by wolves while he went for help. Kirkby, the old guide who. tells the story, giveB Enid a package of letters which he says were found on the dead woman's body. She reads the letters and at Kirkby's request keeps them. While bathing in mountaing stream Enid is at-( tacked by a bear, which is mysteriously Bhot. A storm adds to the girl's terror. A. sudden deluge transform brook into raging torrent, which sweeps Enid into gorge, where she is rescued by a mountain moun-tain hermit after a thrilling experience. CHAPTER VI (Continued). He caught with his forearm, as the torrent swerved him around, a stout young pine so deeply rooted as yet to have withstood the flood. Summoning the last reserve of strength that is bestowed upon us in our hour of need, and comes unless from God we know Cot whence, he drew himself In front of the pine, got his back against it and although the water thundered against him still only by comparison could it be called quieter and his foothold was most precarious, he reached down carefully and grasped the woman under the shoulders. His position was a cramped one, but by the power of his arms alone he lifted her up until he got his left arm about her waist again. It was a mighty feat of strength indeed. The pine stood in the midst of the water, for even on the farther side the earth was overflowed, but the water wa-ter was stiller. He did not know what might be there, but he had to chance It. Lifting her up he stepped out, fortunately meeting firm ground. A few paces and he reached solid rock above the flood. He raised her above his head and laid her upon the shore, then with the very last atom of all his " ' force, physical, mental and spiritual, he drew himself up and fell panting and utterly exhausted but triumphant by her side. The cloudburst was over, but the rain still beat down upon them, the thunder still roared above them, the lightning still flashed about them, but they were safe, alive, if the woman had not died in his arms. He had done a thing superhuman. No man knowing know-ing conditions would have believed it. He himself would have declared a thousand times its patent impossibility. impossibil-ity. For a few seconds he strove to recover re-cover himself, then he thought of the flask he always carried in his pocket. It was gone. His clothes were' ragged and torn; they had been ruined by his battle with the waves. The girl lay where he had placed her on her back. In the pocket of her hunting shirt he noticed a little protuberance. The pocket was provided with a flap and tightly; buttoned. Without hesitation he unbuttoned it There was a flask there, a little silver mounted affair; by some miracle it had not been broken. brok-en. It was felf full. With nervous hands .he opened it and poured some of it down her throat; then he bent over her, his soul in his glance, scarcely knowing what to do next. Presently she opened her eyes. And there, in the rain, by that raging rag-ing torrent whence he had drawn her " ' " as it were from the jaws of death by the power of his arm, in the presence of the God above them, this man and this women looked at each other and life for both of them was no longer the same. CHAPTER VII. A Wild Dash for the Hills. Old Kirkby, who had ibeen lazily mending a saddle the greater part of the morning, had eaten his dinner, smoked his pipe and was now stretched stretch-ed out on the grass in the warm sun taking a nap. Mrs. Maitland was drowsing over a book in the shadow of one of the big pines, when Pete, the horse wrangler, who had been wandering rather far down ihe canon rounding up the ever straying stock, suddenly came bursting into the camp. "Great God Almighty!" he cried, actually kicking the prostrate frontiersman fron-tiersman as he almost stumbled over i him. "Wake up, old man, an' " "What the " began Kirkby fiercely, fierce-ly, thus rudely aroused from slumber and resentful of the daring and most unusual affront to his dignity and station sta-tion since all men, and especially the younger ones, held him in great honor. hon-or. t "Look here," yelled Peter in growing grow-ing excitement and entirely oblivious to his lese-majestie, pointing at a black cloud rolling over the top of the range. "It'll be a cloudburst sure. We'll have to git out o' here an' in a hurry too. Oh, Mrs. Maitland." By this time Kirkby was on his ffcet, th storm bad stolen upon him Bleeping and unaware. The configuration configura-tion of the canon had completely hid Presently She Opened Her Eyes. a man's hand! And, yet, who shall say that the old hunter was not right, and that the man himself, as men of old have been, was sent from God? "It can't be," began Mrs. Maitland in great anguish for the girl she had grown to love. "Ef she seed the storm an' realized what it was, an' had sense enough to climb up the canon wall," answered the other, "she won't be no worse aff'n we are; ef not " Mrs. Maitland had only to look down into the seething cauldron to understand the possibility of that "if." "Oh," she cried, "let us pray for her that she sought the hills." "I've been a doin' it," said the old man gruffly. He had a deep vein of piety in him. but, like other rich ores, it had to be mined for in the depths before it was apparent. By slow degrees the water subsided, subsid-ed, and after a long while Ihe rain ceased, a heavy mist lay on the mountains moun-tains and the night approached without with-out any further appearance of the veiled sun. Toward evening Robert Maitland, with the three men and the three children, joined the wretched trio above the camp. Maitland, wild with excitement and apprehension, had pressed on ahead of the rest. It was a glad-faced man indeed who ran the last few steps of the rough way and claFped his wife In his arms, but as he did so he noticed that one was missing. "Great God," he cried, releasing his wife, "where is Enid?" "She went down the canon early nis mornin' intendin' to stay all day." slowly and reluctantly answered ciC Kirkby, "an' " He paused there. It wasn't necessary neces-sary for him to say anything more. Maitland walked to the edge of the trail and looked down into the valley. It had been Ewept clean of the camp. Rocks had been rolled over upon the was lyln' down nappin' w'en Pete, yere, who'd been down the canon rounding up some of the critters, came bustin' in on us." "I ain't saved but four hosses," said Pete mournfully, "and there's only one burro on the hog back." "We came back as fast as we could," said Maitland. "I pushed on ahead, George, Bradshaw and Phillips are bringing Bob and the girls. We must search the canon." "It can't be done tonight, old man," said Kirkby. "I tell you we can't wait, Jack!" "We've got to, I'm as willin' to lay down my life for that young gal as anybody on earth, but in this yere mist an' as black a night as H'h goin' to be. we couldn't go ten rod without kiilin' ourselves an' we couldn't see nothin' noways." "But she may be In the canon." "If she's in the canon 'twon't make no difference to her wV!-fr we finds her tomorrer or next day or next year. Bob." Maitland groaned in anguish. "I can't stay here inactive," he persisted per-sisted stubbornly. "It's a hard thing, but we got to wait till mornln'. Ef she got out of the canon and climbed up on the hog bark she'll be all right, she'll soon find out she can't make no progress in this mist and darkness. No, old fric nd, we're up agin it hard. We jest got to stay the night w'ere we are an' as long as we got to wait we might as well make ourFrlves as comfortable as possible. For the wimraen an' children, anyway. I fetched up some ham and some canned goods and other oth-er eatln's in the?e yere canvas sacks. We might kindle a fire " "It's hardly possible," said Maitland. Mait-land. "We shall have to eat it cold." "Oh, Robert," pleaded bis wife, "isn't It possible that she may have escaped ?" "Possible, yes, but " his will to refuse their rerpicsts. Ikv-ing Ikv-ing barely enough to subsist Maitlsnd and Kirkby for (hree or four da7, tr until the return of the relif.f partj-. the groups separated at daybreaTt. "Oh, Robert," pleaded his -wife, u he kissed her good bye, "take care ts!7 yourself, but find Enid.'" "Yes," answered her husband. "I shall, never fear, but I must find t"b dear girl or discover what has iynrvmm of her." There was not time for furtTifT leave taking. A few handclasps frvm all that's left of her is bound to bo down stream." Maitland nodded. He undVrsrriyd. "We'd bettpr go down, then," enn , tinned Kirkby, whose reasoning was flawless except that he mndo Tiv allowance al-lowance for the human-divine lrrtrt-sition lrrtrt-sition that had been Enid Maitlnnfl'! salvation, "an' if we don't find no trace of her down stream, we Ha come back here an' go up." It was a hard, desperate Jtmrtiy the two men took. One of there ?.rrf-lowed ?.rrf-lowed the stream at its levei'i. other tramped along In the inOT7t;":(; high above the high water raarfc erf" the day before. If they had rrf: ccl3 any evidence of the power o ihtl cloudburst and storm, they found 5! Sa the canon. In some places where K was narrow and rocky the pusa aaC been fairly scoured; at other jrw the whole aspect of It was cftsirsPiV. the place was a welter of cproMpil trees, logs jammed together Jr; f.-tastlc f.-tastlc shapes; it wns as If some vs ton besom of destruction ha3 s-epl th narrow rift. (TO BIO fOXT7XTJKl. Money Concealed In Petticoat'. Mrs. Herman Nlcolay of rCoricb heard a rustling In one of bc-r jwllS-coats. jwllS-coats. She ripped It open v.rl fr:xiS Feven certiorates of deposit on different differ-ent banks amounting to i'.',.10O. Tfte petticoat had been the pri-pertj of tf: woman's mother-in-law. Immediately after he made up a much larger bundle in another tent fly, adding, "An' this is mine." "Oh. lt us hurry," cried Mrs. Maitland, Mait-land, as a peal of thunder, low, muttered, mut-tered, menacing, burst forth from the flying clouds, now obscuring the sun, and rolled over the camp. "We've got time enough yit," answered an-swered Kirkby, coolly calculating their chances. "Best git yer slicker on, you'll need it in a few minutes." Mrs. Maitland ran to her own tent and soon came out with sou'wester and yellow oilskins completely covering cover-ing her. Kirkby meantime had don- joined Pete with such of the horses as he had been able to drive up. Kirkby, taking a thought for the morrow, noted not-ed that there were four of them, enough to pull the wagon if they could get back to it. After the first awful deluge of the cloudburst it moderated slightly, but the hard rain came down steadily, the wind rose as well, and in spite of their oilskins they were soon wet and cold. It waa impossible to make a fire, there was no place for them to go, nothing to be done. They could , only remain where they were and wait. After a half hour of exposure |