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there, Ned?” It was Gleason that drop. They volplaned gracefully and spoke. He had been following the rolled forth on a wave of atmosphere Limited from the time it left the down that planted them presently before grade and rolled on down into the val- the platform of the depot. ley.

The old brick depot was dark, ex"She must have hit something. cept for the vigilance of the night teleProbably a ranch wagon. Those old graph clerk who was preparing his orboys fall asleep and breathe their last ders for the incoming flyer, and from on that crossing many a night." The the window there was a constant propeller of the plane was grinding clicking of the key and a green light incessantly and their voices were shown onto the wet brick walk. The muffled. “One time an auto was mak- green light of the semaphore dropped ing that grade crossing at about forty an arm, and the whistle of the Liman hour, a fellow and a girl were in it. ited sounded as the headlight flashed It turned out later that he was trying around the curve. to steal her from her parents. She “There she comes, Ned. Full power had presence of mind enough to flash ahead for the village too. She's cuthis lights out before they hit the ting off her steam now, for the plattracks. She jumped, but it was good- form, she's slowing up.” When Gleanight to him.”

son had finished speaking, the train "I see the train has stopped. We had come to a standstill beside the can cut down our speed now—coast walk. Ned and Sheriff Bell followed a while." Gleason kept his eyes upon him to the only car that opened its the crossing. The moon had swung vestibule. The Pullman conductor from behind a cloud, and the rainy alighted and started for the telegraph valley was partially lighted up. office.

"Let's circle around a bit, Ned. We "Hey there!" The conductor can wait till they pick up—it's a short wheeled about. “Got a couple of resrun now." Ned wheeled on his control ervations aboard here for me?" and accepted the suggestion. They “What's the name ?" spun above the scene.

“Glenn-Graham Glenn.” The girl looked up, from where she A stranger had appeared in the veshad regained consciousness. Three tibule door. He was in clergyman's people were by her side and she was attire. The conductor turned to him. watching the machine overhead. "Give the operator in the office this

"That's it all right-sure enough- paper, will you. It's got the names and the airplane,” she was mumbling to data on the collision.” The clergyman herself, quite forgetting the crash that scrambled off. lay behind her.

"Your in car three, sir!" Gleason "Why doesn't he come down ?” She hesitated. “Collision ?" He was puzqueried with herself. She wondered. zling to himself. “Where was Glenn?

The train regained its steam. "All Sure enough he had reservations for aboard!” Another blast of the the Limited. Where was he? Where whistle, three more to recall the flag- was the car?" A cold shiver ran down man, and the Limited pounded off his back. He stood stock still, Ned down the tracks for the village.

and the sheriff were likewise quietly “Throw on your gas, Ned. We'll pondering. The 'grade-crossing' make our landing before she pulls in.” scene flashed again through his mind. And they threw it on, and they shot “No—that can't be!" Gleason had straightway above the rolling engine muffled a smothered shout of fright. of the track below, ahead of it, and . "Yes, sir; car three!” repeated the down across the village.

conductor. Gleason turned. He had "The yard's clear. We can flop quite forgotten the situation. The down there all right." Ned cut off the clergyman was returning on the run power, and set his mechanism for the from the telegraph office.

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"Board-d-d! All aboard!” The con- faint-it seemed visionary. ductor's voice was shrill.

"Gladys!” and he threw his arms "Hold it!" It was the clergyman. about her and helped her from the "Hold it!” The conductor paused. car. Gleason turned to Ned. He was shiv “Carter!" she whispered drowsily eringly silent. The big ranger was -"you did come down, didn't you?" quietly breathless and Sheriff Bell Sheriff Bell held his prisoner resowas hesitantly aside. The two sup lutely. With him the clergyman was ported Gleason as they headed for the talking—an explanation ensued. We telegraph office.

didn't make the time," Glenn was The clergyman was speaking again. speaking in jerks — the blow had "Hold it!” “They're making the time stunned him. “She thought the train all right. He phoned the operator had hit us, when your engine caught from Highlands — they're due here that wagon.” The clergyman seemed now." Gleason wheeled about. Sub- to comprehend. Gleason was enconsciously the words meant some- gaged, when the former tapped him thing to him. As he stood with bated on the shoulder. breath a klaxon sounded from around Gleason turned. The clergyman had the corner of the Station. Gleason a prayer-book in his hand. He nodded. was alert. He listened. The con- “All Aboard! Aboard-d-d!” Gleaductor twirled his lantern twice to son lifted her from the Roamer, signal a cut-off for the engineer — shouted a word of departure to his they would wait. The clergyman bent partners of the range, and with the his attention in the direction of the clergyman hurried to the puffing train. klaxon.

They boarded. It was he who spoke. “Sure thing! When the West-bound Limited got It's Mr. Glenn's car all right!”

up steam to leave the San BernarSheriff Bell's hand snapped to his dino station the moon broke over the revolver. The big ranger was aside mountain top and down upon the platGleason. They held their ground. form. The biplane, Roamer, and the Gleason reassured himself. “Was it three men were beside the station true ?". A scream from the car. It telegraph office. was a girl's scream. Gleason was on On the platform the clergyman his toes—he sprang forward. In an stood with his back to the rising instant he was grappling before the moon. He was reading. She had car. His prey was in his muscular quite recovered her real self. Carter arms—it was easy work for a power- Gleason braced himself against the ful mountaineer.

railing - it had been a fight worth "There he is Sheriff! Take him while. away." Gleason had stepped to the “Carter. What's that red light on other side of the car and she was the mountain top?" there. She was coming out of a “That's Silver Peak, my dear!"

(The End.)

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Spell of the Rainbow Scarf

By Donna Reith Scott


75 quieti, staid Mrs. Stanton tied kitchen. She shivered slightly as she

her horse to the shed, she went about setting the table.

sighed with relief as she looked The day previously her fifteen-yearat the vast sweet space around her, old daughter had been graduated at the big old-fashioned farm house from school. Her presents were scatand at the great pepper trees flop- tered around on chairs and on the ping in the cold mountain wind. window seat. One of them was a

She had just come from Cedar large, knitted silk shoulder throw in Grove, four miles away, where all the beautiful rainbow tints. Mrs. Stanton country-side had assembled at the vi!- took this up and put it on. As she did lage school picnic. She came alone; so she hastily and half unconsciously her three children had coaxed to re- viewed herself in the side-board mirmain and come home with the Browns. ror. Suddenly she stood tense and As the unusually cool June afternoon looked long and close, examining waned, though she was energetically herself as if she were an astonishing full of life, just on the brink of mid- stranger. dle age, she left all the merriment She found that her eyes and hair with nothing more thrilling in her were of a soft night-like blackness mind than to go home and get her and that from the beating wind and elderly husband's supper and spend the pleasurable excitement of meetthe evening with him.

ing her neighbors her cheeks had Hurrying inside, through a laby- turned a warm deep cerise. rinth of petunias, hydrangeas and Although but thirty-seven, she had roses, she flung off her coat from worn black or dull shades of blue or about her rounded, slender form. gray for years. Now the broad line While loosening the tie under the col- of brilliant color cutting the duskiness lar of her black silk dress, prepara- of hair, eyes, and gown in twain had tory to removing it, she hesitated, transformed her exquisitely from an glanced at the clock, retied it, and ordinary-robed, commonplace womwent into the kitchen.

an to a beauty of Oriental fascinaThe kitchen was large and high- tion. ceilinged, with windows and doors The vibrations of light and color ajar, through which flowed the cool from the rainbow scarf were reflected breeze. As she put a handful of twigs into her soul. Tumultous feelings of in the range, she gazed out of a large regret, for what, she did not know, window at the rolling fields of grain, swept her being. A throng of sensaflooded with the tender amber light tions surged through her, unrest, of sunset, and the mountains shim- longing for gayety, distaste for her mering blue-gray in the distance. Way quiet home environment, an onrush of over a low hill she discerned a reaper life such as she had not known in the with a man on the seat. Satisfied she eighteen years since her marriage. withdrew her eyes from the land- She started from her reverie when scape, then entered the dining room. the puff of an automobile and "HalThis room was cooler than the loa" sounded outside on the driveway. Before answering the summons, down and find him.” which came from the front of the She climbed in, the wind blowing house, where the wind was sharpest, strands of her hair about unheeded. audibly swaying the vines and trees, She directed the way as they twisted she glanced once more in the mirror over the rough road. When at the top and arranged the scarf more grace of an incline, his gray eyes on her face, fully across her bosom.

he took a long breath. “This mountain "Halloa," she heard again, and air is great, healthful and a wonderdreamily moved through the living ful beautifier. People are good-lookroom to the front door.

ing here in these hills." The door opened under the pergola, She knew it was a veiled compliwhich was roofed and wreathed with ment, and that she was worthy of it. a luxuriant vine ponderous with crim- She stirred uneasily, turned her head son blossoms. Mauve shadowed hills and kept silent. and hazy blue mountains were to the They rode down a hardly disleft of her; and to the right vineyards, tinguishable road, grown over with orchards and grain fields slanted away grass and pulled up near the reaping toward the glittering village.

machine. Gray haired Mr. Stanton, Before her, in his machine, under a tall, nearing sixty, but well preserved, great tossing pepper tree sat Mr. Troy saw them, got down stiffly from his a new neighbor, wealthy and a bache- seat and came toward them with tired lor. He was a large, worldly ap- steps. pearing man, of the genial red-haired "How are you, Troy?" he said. type, near her age, clad in an expen- Then he scanned his wife, his eyes sive suit of gray.

on the rainbow scarf, its fringed ends He had met her twice before, but fluttering at her back. "I thought it had not noticed her particularly. Now was Dottie,” he declared. he surveyed her with an appraising A shade of resentment came into eye. She had suddenly become dif- her eyes, her lips parted to speak. ferent, fascinating.

Mr. Troy glanced significantly, She smiled a trifle embarrassed, with a slight amusement, from hussensible of his admiration and waited band to wife and spoke before she for him to speak.

could. “Got any pasture to spare, Mr. "Is Mr. Stanton around?” he called Stanton ?” over the wind.

Yes. Yours giving out?” "He is reaping in one of the lower "It's about gone. I'd like to rent fields,” she answered.

pasture for two of my horses for the He leaned from the machine, rest of the season." shaded his eyes with his hand, and “Turn 'em in. There's plenty." gazed far beyond in several direc- “All right,” Mr. Troy replied. tions. “I don't see him."

“That's what I wanted to see you She came to the edge of the step, about. Thanks.” near to him. “Take the road,” she ex- He backed the machine and turned plained, pointing, "winding back of the around. barn, then the road between the apple The old man called after his wife, trees and—” She paused and laughed "I'm coming up directly." a little, showing a row of well kept “Yes," she answered absently. She teeth. “There's so many hills. I know had forgotten to tell him supper was each one. But I can't point out just ready. where he is. He'll be up to supper Curving under the orchard branches soon.”

Mr. Troy bent toward her. “Are you "I only want to speak to him a min- going to the dance at the grove toute about the pasture.” He added night?" after a moment's thoughtful silence, "I was to the picnic this after"Why not get in the machine and run noon."

"I was there,” he asserted sur- grown or how hastily and noisily he prised, “I didn't see you.”

ate. Until now she had not thought "Nevertheless I was there," she of him as old. The years she had lived smiled.

with him had flowed by in connected “But there was no dancing this aft contentment. Now she was disconernoon."

tented and restless. "I never—” she began.

“George can't you eat more quiet. The breeze wafted the scarf against ly,” she exclaimed with annoyance, her face. It was delicately perfumed. standing beside him pouring his tea. She caught and held it down, twist He looked up from his plate and ing the fringe around her fingers. “I chuckled. “I don't make half as much haven't been to a dance in years. In noise as that drapery you've got on.” fact, scarcely anywhere in the eve

She walked into her room, her eyes ning."

flashing in contempt at what she "Well, that's too bad," he mur- considered a very poor joke. She put mured sympathetically. "Your hus

her daughter's tight-fitting patent band, of course, doesn't dance any leather pumps on her feet, combed more.”

and rippled her hair and put a red She shook her head and for the first

rosebud in it. And then she pinned time felt ashamed of her elderly hus

the scarf on to her left shoulder with band.

a full blown rose and a horseshoe pin “Everyone for miles around will be of carnet

of garnets. there,” he added.

The evening glow was gray and the "Mr. Stanton never did care for

wind had diminished to a whisper dancing,” she admitted slowly, turn

when Mr. Troy's automobile swung ing her head away. "And he's always

into the yard. Mr. Stanton went out. tired in the evening.

His wife came from her room and "I presume so," he said pleasantly

fluttered close beside him. She wore affable. "Let him go to bed.” His ac

no hat but was drawing on a pair of cent changed to one of cordial sym

gloves. pathy. "I am going to take my mother

While the machine was still a short and two young lady nieces, who are

distance away, coming slowly, the visiting us, down shortly. If you care

husband gazed mystified at her unto go, I'll pick you up as I come by.”

wonted toilet. "Oh no," she began politely but

In a very low voice, without lookbroke off abruptly. A shadow of a big walnut tree wavered back of the wind

ing at him, she explained, “I'm going shield making it like a mirror. Her

to the dance at the grove awhile.” striking appearance rushed over her

“Dance ?” he questioned amazed, anew.

his wholesome round face losing a "Oh, come for a short while."

trifle of its ruddiness. “Dance, did you To her surprise, she found herself say, saying, “It would be rather delight- “Yes, I said dance!" ful to dance again. And I could come N ow the machine stopped. Mr. home with the children,” she con- Troy cried gayly, lifting his hat, “I'm cluded.

going to carry your wife away." "I'll be along in an hour or so." He "I see,” the husband returned, stopped, let her down under the crim- pleasantly impassive, leaning against soned pergola, waved his hand genial- the veranda post. “I see,” he repeated, ly and was gone.

lighting his pipe. A curious vexation with her easy “He's a very bad boy," Mrs. Troy going husband fretted her when he scolded adoringly. Then she introcame in to supper. She hadn't noticed duced the two fair-haired, giggling before how lined and sunburned was girls beside her as, “Alice and May, his face or how slow and old he had my granddaughters."

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