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Show OLD DAYS FOREVER PASSED Cimarron ET". lad Man, Couldn't wet Lost Now in What Was Once TexEs Desert. Who ennii"t remember the time when as a ch ':! he sat behind a bale of hay In faliur's barn and '.'landes-tinely '.'landes-tinely read wi:l wildly beating heart and bulging e,es the thriller about how Cimarron I'.ni. the bad man of the cow camps, beca.ae lost on the Staked Plains of Texas -h'-w he stumbled forward for-ward under the !ait of the blistering sun. fulling now and then to the surface sur-face of the treel.'ss plain to dig frantically fran-tically with his bleeding fiEgers for water; how his Nnyue, parched and swollen, hung fnun his cracked lips because there was n. longer any room inside his mouth to contain it; hjw lie espied now and then on the fiorizon, in the very midst of the idly shifting shift-ing strata of heat waves, a beautiful lake, surrounded by green trees and grass; of how he cried aloud with fierce joy at the sight and feebly plunged forward once more to dip his lips into the cooling fluid, onlj to have the blue water, us he approached nep.rer, vanish as suddenly as It had appeared ; of how, at length, he fell fainting by the wayside and recovered recov-ered consciousness only to find that he had been picked up by the beautiful daughter of a passing emigrant who now held to his mouth a damp, cool gourdful of that precious liquid water. wa-ter. And of how he traveled on int Santa Fe with this emigrant and his daughter, fell In love, got married, had eight children 'n' everything like rhi:t? Who doesn't remember it? Everybody Ev-erybody does, of course. Well, gentle reader, those old days have passed forever. Today Cimarron Kill couldn't walk very far without bi:nip!ng his head into a windmill. The great Llano Estacado has petered out as a logical place to transport a man in lietlon if you want to get him into an awful mess from which only Providence Provi-dence or a facile pen can extract him. Where once barren wastes extended for miles upon miles, today waving blankets of echeloned wheat fields greet the eye of the wanderer. And where oie-e the snail-like prairie schooner wended Its weary way to the Golden West, today motor cars scurry about with a snort and a roar and take ' prosperous-looking business men wherever they want to go before they quite realize that they have started. Edward M. Dealey iu the Dallas News. |