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BREWSTER HERALD Friday, September 23, 1932 I I II The Desert's Price By WILLIAM k00CLEOD RAINE Cop'lght by William MacLeod Rs CHAPTER XI----Continued 13 Stark clutched at the railing of the porch to steady himself. He moist- ened his lips and the Adam's apple In his throat moved up and down spas- modically. "You got a nerve to ask me that, you d--d murderer," he got out at last. Not for an instant did Wilson re- lease his fear-filled eyes. "Were you with Gltner between ten o'clock an' eleven the morning yore father was shot?" he repeated steadily. "I don't remember right now whether X was. Why?" "Where were you at that time?" Jasper, sweating blood, appealed t'o the Judge. "Do I have to stand for his Insults, Mr. Fletcher?" "Not unless they have a bearing on this case. You'll have to show the Connection, Wlls." The defending attorney smiled. He had got all the effect he wanted, all he could reasonably hope for. "I reckon I'll withdraw the question, Mr. Fletch- er. Far as I'm concerned the witness may step down." Limply Jasper descended. He felt himself the focus of a battery of eyes. As his glance dodged evasively from one to another he knew they raked him with a new-born suspicion skfl- fully planl'ed In their minds. Beneath the shock of it he clue]led. Ann Glfford was the third witness. 3ulia stood beside her while she testi- fied. It was Impossible for her to tell her story without emotion, especially that part of it which referred to her sister Nora. Once Julia, her arms around the young woman, interrupted In a low voice. "Does she have to tell this here, Mr. Fletcher?" The lawyer answered gently. "A life Is at stake. I think she had better tell what she knows." So Ann told the story, from the day when her sister first met Tom McArdle to the morning when she shot at him and left the man for dead. The im- pression of that story upon tlm tense crowd packing the. square was re- markable. She told the facts in the simplest possible way. but many of those listening were convicted of guilt. The tragedy that' had filled the lives of these girls had been made possible because the men and women who lived near had ostracised them. She told how Stone had tried to be her friend and how in the bitterness of her de- spair she had pushed him from her with the others. "Did you see Jasper S{rk after Tom McArdle was shot?" Wilson asked. "Yes. He came t.o the ranch. He had been there several times to see my sister Ethel, but I did not know It till one day I found him with her. He was bullying her to marry him with the threat that if she didn't he would send me re the penitentiary for killing Tom McArdle." "What did you tell him?" "Told him I would't buy his silence at the price of my little sister's unhap. plness, and if he wanted to tell what he knew he could." "What did he say?" "He started toward her in his bully. Ing way. I drew a revolver and drove him off the place." There was a murmur of approval that passed through the crowd like a breeze. "Had he offered to keep still about you if yore sister would marry him?" "Yes." From Jasper Stark, at the outsklrt of the crowd, came a hoarse denial. "Thaw a lie." Wilson whirled on him instantly. "Then why didn't you tell before? What made you walt two months be- fore you went to the sheriff with what you knew?" "I hated to get her into trouble," Jasper retorted. "An' this is the thanks I get for it." "What' thanks did you expect--that Miss Glfford would let you marry her sister for you keepln' quiet?" Jasper growled, "None o' yore dn business," and retired from the field. "I don't reckon I've got any more questions to ask you, Miss Glfford," Wilson said after low-voiced consulta. lion with his client, "We're sure much obliged for all the trouble you took to come to town." There was a lille movement of those near the edge of the crowd. Presently it was seen that a girl was being brought forward as quickly as a way could be made for her. The girl was Ethel Glfford. "I had to come," she told her sister "piteously. "I couldn't stay at the ranch after I read your note. So I made Tony bring me." "I'm going to use her as a wltess, now she's here," Wilson said, his eyes shining with the certainty that Ilia most effective argument would be this nhy-eyed girl, The girl was so young and sweet, her Innocent manner so engaging and childlike, that hefore she l|ad given two sentences of her testimony she had won her way .'ate the hearts of the bard rough men who crowded the courthouse yard. It was fortunate for Jasper Stark that he had vanished from the scene. Otherwise he might have bees roughly handled. When the three girls came down the steps to leave, a lane was made for them along which they passed among murmurs of approval. The only remaining witess was Dave Stone himself. He looked round, quint-eyed and fearless, waiting for the examination to begin. The story he told was the same one he had narrated to the sheriff. Has- kell questioned him briefly, then waved a hand to young MeCann. Wilson led him again through an account of the shooting. "Did you fire in self-defense, to save yore own life?" he asked at' last. The Texan hesitated. "I did an' I didn't," he said. "He was reach]n' for his gun when I started for mine. It was him or me, one. Lookin' at it that way, I'd call it self-defense. But before that, If I hadn't told hlm what a low-down onery lobe wolf he was, I reckon there wouldn't of been any gun play. I expect I called for a show- down when I served notlce I'd kill him If he troubled the young women at the sheep ranch any.more." "When you fired, was his gun out?' "Yes, sir." Iu the clear." "He reached for his first?" "That was the way of it. I beat hlm to the draw." Wilson passed to another point. "Did you tell Jasper Stark or Carl Glt- net that you intended to get Tom Mc- Ardle?" "No." "Did you say anything like that a- t'all, anything about having quarreled with him?" "No. I never had a word wlth hlm In my life till the time I shot him." "Good friends, were you?" "No. sir." The Texan's denial came cold and hard. "Meanin' what?" "Meanln' that I knew he was a cur an' suspected wimt he had done to that ll'l girl at the sheep ranch. He knew where he stood with me an' kept his distance." "Is there any reason why Jas Stark or Carl Gltner might want you outa the way?" "Yes." "You know something about them. That It?" "Yes.': "Something that might get them into trouble?" "You're right it might." "Trouble with the law?" The Texan's answer was the dra- matic sensation of the trial. "If I could prove what I suspect It might hang 'era both," he sald evenly. On that high note of suspense Wil- son rested his case. The Jury reached Its verdict of "Not guilty" in three mlnut'es. A wild yell of approval filled the night. The men who had been clamoring for Dave Stone's blood nearly tore him to pieces trying to shake hands wlth him. In an hour he had become the most pop- ular man In Mesa. $ $ S $ $ $ $ Jasper found Mesa no comfortable place of residence after the memorable night when he had tried to engineer the lynching of Dave Stone. Men with whom he had been hall-fellow now met him with a hard and stony stare. Enough had been proved against him to wreck any reputation he might have had as a decent citizen, but it was the suspicion of a greater crime--one so evil that few even whispered It to each otherwhlch made him a pariah among his kind. At the Circle Cross he met. the same chilly mistrust. Neither Julia nor Phil dared meet his eyes for fear of what they might read in them. The only one of the riders with whom he would have had a fellow feeling was Gltner, and the big Texan had been given his time and was now hanging around Mesa. Except for vanity Iasper's hide was pachydermous, but he could not stand the universal condemnation In which he stood. "Let's p'lnt for the hills, Carl," he suggested to his crony. "Even the greasers here treat me like I got yel- low fever." "Suits me title," the other agreed. "We'll stake a claim an' make a bluff at mining." Both" of them took to their retreat in the mountains a venomous hatred of llson McCann. They rode across the bare desert in the deceptive atmosphere which dls- torts form, color, and distance. A half day of riding brought them only to tim upper foothills and showed a group- range ral'her than a single one. "Where we headin' for?" asked Jas- per in mid-afternoon. Oltner slit] a sidelong look at him. He knew the purpose of thelr choice of this locale better than his com- panion did. "Wy, up here a ways. Back of that km.. over to the left." Evening brought them, by devious ways, to a well-concealed park back of a small canyon the entrance of which was camouflaged by a false- front rock face protecting from the eye a narrow gateway. In the wooded park they rode down t'o a log cabin on the slope. A man in blue overalls answered Gltuer's hail He brought to the door with him a rifle. "'Lo, Mark!" the Texan greeted him. "Make you acquainted with Jas Stark." The man in blue overalls nodded with no enthusiasm. Strangers corn- lag to Dunwlg's park were not over- welcome. They had to come well recommended as bad citizens. The Starks were not that', In spite of the lawless streak In them. "Don't worry about Jas," his com- panion said, hastening to reassure Dunwlg. "He's all right." The par- ticular emphasis he gave the words meant that he was all wrong. "Better fall off an' light," their host suggested. They cared for their horses and en- tered the cabI Before he slept that night Jasper was committed to a new course of crime. He did not pledge himself to it of his own choice, for he felt it was dangerous. But Gltner knew too much about him. It was too late to draw back now. He had forfeited the op- tion of being his own master. For almost a year there had been systematic rustling In the hills. The cattlemen had at first been loath to believe it. Even after the evidence was too plain to deny, they had been inclined to think the off.der must be "Even the Greasers Here Treat Me Like I Got Yellow Fever." some Mexican nester. But of late the number of missing cattle pointed to organized robbery. Someone was run- ning stock across the border and selling it. It was a mark of Jasper Stark's de- clension that iris reluctance to Joining the rustlers was due to no moral scruples. Yet he had been brought up in a country where the crime ranked as a capital one. All the teaching of hls youth reinforced this view. A rustler was a slinking coyote of the desert, to be shot down or hanged If caught red-handed. He had hotly argued this more than once. Now he had slid Into that company of the furtive-eyed who must ride crooked trails and look upon all honest folk as potential enemies. "We'll make a stake, settle our scores with Wilson McCann an' n|ayhe Dave Stone, too, then light out for Sonora," Gltner predicted. With a few drinks under his belt it was easy for Jasper to believe that this would come t-u He would get away from this part of the country where he had been forced to get in so bad and he would make a fresh start in another land. He would have enough to buy a hacienda, maybe not a large place t)ut a comfortable one, he would marry a soft.eyed senorlta, and the years of his life would unroll as a pleasant vista of happiness. So he deluded himself, as so many of us do, with te hallucination that the Joy of living comes from outward circum- stances rather than from within. The method used by the rustlers of Dunwlg's park was a simple one. They stole only cattle running in the hills within a day's drive of their holing place. Most of their work was done at night. No brands were altered fill they reached the safety of the pasture ground at the end of the hidden can- yon. Here the rustled stock was kept until a dark night made it compara- tively safe to rush them over Horse TMef pass and down across the bor- der. To avert suspicion, Gltner and Jas- per bought a few mining tools and some dynamite for blasting. Occa- sioually they rode down to Mesa and spent a day or two there. Boti, at Pedro's place and at the Gilt Edge they heard stories of the'rustling that was depleting the herds of the cattle- men. "The Cattlemen's associatlon doing anything about It or Just shootln' off its mouth?" Jasper asked when the suhJect' was mentioned at Basford's emporium. Slmp Shell answered. "I understand they've put It In the hands of a com- mittee to Investigate. Wlls McCann Is at the head of the committee, an' he's some go-getter, that boy is." Slmp's bland smile denied any specific personal meaning to this. "An' yore brother 'Phil is a member of It, too. The talk is that they mean business." "Since when has Phil been kow- towln' to Wlls McCann?" Jasper de- manded angrily. "If my father had been living Phil wouldn't be doing business with the McCanns. That's a cinch." "You got the wrong angle to this thing. Jas," the fat man told him amiably. "The time for feuds in this part of the country is past'. I've not heard that Phil an' Wlls have shook hands, but If so they surely have done right. They're both mighty nice boys, an' there's no reason In the world why they shouhln't be friends. "Except that Wlls McCann killed Father," Stark retort.ed harshly. "You san claim that Father served notice he was almin' to shoot McCann. I'm not denyln' that. But that don't make It right for Phil to have any dealings with tle man who waylaid Father." "No--If Wlls did," Slmp said evenly. "I've been hearln' Dave Stone's story. It's right interesting. By his way of It WIIs comes pretty near having au alibi." "Why not?" Jasper asked truculent- ly. "Ain't it up to one killer to stand by another? Didn't the MeCanns save him after he killed Tom McArdle? You're certainly easy, Slmp." Jasper turned on his heel insolently and swaggered away. CHAPTER XlI On a Hot Trail Peter McCann stood before the open fireplace In his living room frowning at Joe Waiters, one of his cowpunch- ers. He looked like a grim gray Judge of the old school finished in brown leather. 'I won't have it, 3pc," he said harsh- ly. "'Vhlie you're workln' for me you'll obey orders. Any time that ! Eagle Long Associated With Pomp and Majesty The Persian monarchs adopted the eagle as a symhol of monarchy, the Assyrians carved it in stone along with their other emblems of power, as dld the Egyptians also. Poets of antiquity termed It the king of birds as the lion was dubbed the king of beasts. From the time when a lscan era. bassy visited Rome, on a message of kindliness and encouragement to a young nation, hearing among other gifts a splendid royal scepter sur- mounted by a carved ivory eagle, such majestic figures, first of wood, then of metal, were the standards borne by the Roman legions. Napoleon-Bona- parte, in boastful emulation of those conquerors of the world, replaced the oriflamme and other battle flags of France with glided eagles, which, however, disappeared with the Na- poleonic dynasty. Russia, Prussia, Spain, PoiamL Sic. Ily, and Sardinia had already made Spelling Not Paramount Gen. Zachary Taylor, who became l'reshlent largely because his victory over General Santa Anna at the bat. tle of Buena Vista turned the Mexican 'ar to the trlun|ph of the United States, wa not a good speller. He wrote an account of the battle ]n which he left the a out of reach, and used very iotlg sentences, one of which wits eighty-seven type lines. He is accused of grammatical errors also, which are not surprising In a sen- tence more than 500 words long. But one may excuse that in a general who with 5,400 untrained men whipped 20: 000 fresh t,'oopa, the eagle their national bird, as did later the United States. Nor can the respect this powerful and rapacious bird evoked from man. kind generally be wondered at, when its size, Its powers of flight and of attack, its dignity in repose and on the wing, its ferocity and its heautlful par- ental care of its young are taken into account. Brief Assyrian Greatness The Assyrians were warlike, ruth- less and cruel, and although great or- ganizers, gave little time or thought to interior decorat/on that did not em- phasize the greatness of their kings. Assyrian furniture was heavy and dull. Its decorations consisted largely of scenes which pictured the venegeance Inflicted upon tile enemies of their kings. A tahle supported upon the backs of slaves or vanquished foes was the Assyrian's Idea of beauty. Scenes depicting frightful punishments and sufferings were not uncommon on ar- ticles of bousehold, palace or temple use. But it was a si|ort-llved period and gave nothing to the furniture art. not even to the Greeks, whose glory heightened over the dying shadows of Assyrian greatness. Counting a Million Tile thus it would take to count a million coins would depend upon tile person. In the co,mtlng room at the Treasury department the silver is usu- ally weighed rather than counted. An estimate has been made. however, that counting at the rate of I a second and 8 hours a day, It would take a person about 85 days to count one million coins. don't suit you, why, you can ride down the road. PIt not have you pull yore picket pin. I'm boss on this ranch." Waiters looked down resentfully at his dust? hat. He was on the carpet, and his defense had been brushed aside. He felt this was not Just, for It was a perfectly good one. But the old man was so bullheaded there was no use talking to him. Yet it had not bees very long since Waiters had been shot and wounded by some of the Circle Cross outfit and McCann had offered a thousand-dollar reward o find out who had done it. Now Wal- ters was having the riot act read to him because he had knocked down one of the Stark vaqueros. Sure enough times had changed. "I wasn't lookln' for trouble," he explained again. "Not none. That bird was full of forty rod an' ran on me aplenty. What's a fellow to do?" "Weren't hogtled, were you? Noth- ing kept you from walking out of the Gilt Edge when he started, was there?" "Want me to stick my tall between my lalgs an' run away every time some guy gets bigglty with me?" "You got my orders, Joe. If he be- longs to the Circle Cross, duck t'rouble. I'm putting an end to this feud an' that Is the only way to do it. I'd take the same medicine myself I ask you to swallow. If it don't suit you, get' yore time. That's shorf an' sweet." Welters grumbled but surrendered. He knew when he had a good Job and he ltad no intention of giving it up. Peter McCann wrote a note to Phil Stark and in It asked him to meet him at Garcia's water hole, a half-way point between the ranches. The an- swer came in a feminine hand. It. was signed by Julia. She said that Phil was away on business connected with the Cattlemen's association but she would keep tile appointment in his place. When the cattleman reached the wa- ter hole Julia was waiting for him. Peter, looking at her, spoke abruptly. "You're very like yore mother." "I've been told so." She added, gently. "You knew hat well?" "At one time, yes." He offered no further explanation. His eyes were on the dry stark desert that had a min- ute before been a vignette snatched from fairyland. Perhaps he was think- ing that' there had been an hour in his arid life, too, when the glow and color of a dream had Irradiated it. Julia, through clairvoyant eyes, did not see a hard and fierce enemy stamped with the brand of the desert In every llne of the lean and leathery face; she saw a youth, a lover and a friend, good man and true, In that dim past when the pages of his future had not been dedicated to an enduring hate that had poisoned many lives. "About some trouble yesterday at the Gilt Edge," he began, with no preface. "I want you t'o understand my men have strict orders not to get into any mlxup with yore rhlers. Far as we're concerned this feud is off. You ended it when you saved my boy's life." "I'm glad. If only it had never started P' He knew by the droop of her head timt size was thinking of bet father. "That would bare been better," he ad- mitted. Then, bluntly he asked: "Do you think Wlls shot yore father?" "No. Down in the bottom of my heart I never did think so---except Just at first. I tlmught some of his frleuds did." "Do you think tlmt still?" She looked straight at him, but her llps trembled. "I don't know. I don't want to know." He knew what she meant, that she was afraid to learn the trnth. "Matt had oilier enemies besides, us," he told her gently. "We hadn't a thing to do with linnet a thing. But I blame myself, Just the same. He an' I used to be pardners. We played together when we were young colts, Matt an' I did. Always had t.o hook up with the same outfit. They called us David and Jonathan. Then trouble came between us. Both of us were hot-tempered an' bullheaded. We quar- reled. Our business interests con. fllcted. This d--n desert wouldn't hardly feed all our cattle before we began to irrigate. Bad years we both lost a lot of stock from drought. So we drifted from bad to worse. But I'm clear on this--none of us McCanns had anything to do with the death of yore father. I thank God for that. because it might have been differenf the way things were shaping." She believed him', with a heavy heart. For if this was true. it drove her back to a horrible dread that for a week had lain like lead. He looked into her stricken face and pitied her. It came to him that he might clear himself with her at too great a cost. If Gitner had killed Matthew Stark there could be only one reason, to prevent him from making a will disinheriting Jasper. She did not yet believe it of her brother. She fought against the growing doubt thai kept returning. For the certainty of his guilt would poison her life. But she couid not trample down the fear that flooded her. McCann spoke more cheerfully. "I've lived long enough to know that the things we're most afraid of never come to pass. They Just ain't true. Anyone might of shot yore father--some vaquero he kicked off the place or a cow thief he had sent to the pen. Matt was like me one way. He made enemies by pusblng right through to what he wanted, regardless. I reckon tt he was k]nda intolerant sometimes. "Yes, he was hlgh-handed," she ad- mlled. "I'm that way, too." "Likely enough he'd trompled on some cur's feelings an' the fellow laid for him In the bushes. If I was you, Miss Julia, I wouldn't worry about who , It. This border country lm full ot mad hombres driftin' about.  "Yes." (TO BE CONTINULD.) Los" A-'00eles Boy Needed Help ' Leroy Young, 1110, Georgia St., Los An- geles, is a "regular f e 11 o W," active in sports, and at the. top in his classes at sehooL To ]oo} at him now, you'd think he never had a day's sickness but his mother says : "When Leroy was Just a little fellow, we found his stomach and bowels were. weak. He kept suffering from con- stlpatlon. Nothing he ate agreed with him. He was fretful, feverish and puny. "When we started giving him Cali- fornia Fig Syrup his condition im- proved quickly. 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In the battle which ensued the shrill cries of the magpies and the screams of pain of the cat were heard by many of the residents. They alighted In a field where later the cat was found practically torn to pieces. Hallbut "Came Back" A large ttallbut marked with the letters M. R. M. recently was caught off Western bank by the Boston schooner Joffre, and M. Rob- ert Muse, a member of the crew, re- called that he had caught the same fish two years previously off the Grand banks, but after scratching his initials on its side had thrown it back, as it was too small. ii I | [ Wanted All Kinds Horses and Mules [ | Side dalai Sept. 26th, Oct. IOth, Oct. 24th. Nov. 7th, | 1 Nov. 2ht, Dec. 5th, Dec. 19th, Write. Market out- | ! Ick the bac Comde Norse ml g.l,e Ce., Oeo,sr, Cd0, I Apartments on Stilts Nine-story apartment homes on stilts are proposed for New York city. The structures would have no first story. 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