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SYNOPSIS
motionless, her head set rigidly.
, Ruth held her breath and listened
Ruth Warren, living in the
East,
conies into possession of three-quar-
ter interest in an"Arizona ranch, left
to her in the will of her'brother, re-
ported to have died while on business
in Mexico. With her ailing husband
and small child she goes to Arizona
to take possession, thinking the cli-
mate may prove beneficial to her
husband's weakened lungs. Arriving
at the nearest town, she learns that
the ranch, "Dead Lantern," is 85
miles across the desert. Charley
Thane, old rancher and rural mail
carrier, agrees to take them to "Dead
Lantern" gate, which was 5 miles
from the ranch house. As they
wearily walked past a huge over-
shadowing boulder in a .gulch in.
coning to the ranch house, a voice
whispered "Go back, Go back!"
At the ranch house they are greeted
suspiciously by the' gaunt rancher
partner, Snavely, and Indian Ann, a
herculean woman of mixed negro
and Indian blood. Snavely is diffi-
cult to understand but regardless.
Ruth takes up the task of trying to
adjust their three lives to thee ranch
and its development. Kenneth, Ruth's
husband, caught in chilling ram con- only nodded. The mother and son
tracts pneumonia and passes away rode around the gulch, but the
She heard nothing. She allowed 1
Brisket to take a few steps nearer'
the roan, then stopped hint. She
could hear Something now, a low
whispering gutteral voice, so faint
that h Id I t h
s e eon a trios mag'ine s e
heard nothing. For perhaps a min-
ute she listened, before Ann nodded
as though in reply and tirgecl her'
horse forward. Ruth heard nothing
as she passed the rock, except per-
haps a dry rustling as of brushed
leaves, enly sand, empty sand and
the banded walls of the gulch far to
the right and left.
When they wore out of the gulch
and had turned southward, Ruth
spoke to Ann. "Did it speak in
Spanish'?"
"Apache."
That was all Ruth could bring her-
self to ask and the only word Ann
had even said about the voice, Dur-
ing the whole of the ride Ann made
no comment. Even when they were
returning, and Ruth remarked that
the quick growing billows of clouds
above the western mountains might
mean rain, the Indian woman had
before a doctor arrives. Ruth tries
to carry on,
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
canon
. 'Ruth felt that the only definite
results of consulting a lawyer would
be to put Snavely in a fury. After
all, a lawyer couldn't change any-
thing; she had her interest in the
ranch and Snavely his. She suppos-
ed that Snavely thought himself to
have once been cheated by the law
and that to him it represented civil-
ization in much the same way that
barbed wire did.
Snavely had left for Palo Verde
immediately after breakfast, In
search of Mexicans. Now Ruth and
Ann were catching their horses
while David watched from the top of
the corral gate.
Before he loft, Snavely had order-
ed Ann to ride the south pasture and
Ruth had quietly determined to ngo
along. The south pasture contained
the only water -filled pond and con,
sequently all of the cattle, except
those which watered at the corral
troughs on the home ranch. Ruth
wanted to see if the feed in the
scntb pasture was as nearly gone as
Snavely had said.
The little patty had reached the
inclined road which led down into
the gluch when Ruth spurred Bris-
ket to the side of the big roan. She
pointed to the trail which led along
'the southern bank of the gulch.
"Don't we want to go this way,
Ann9"
Ann shook her bead. "You -all kin
go 'round -I got to go through. This
here's the naturalist way to go."
Ruth hesitated, then followed Ann.
She did not know whether or not she
Ruth heard nothing as she passed
the rack, except perhaps a dry rust-
ling as of brushed leaves.
was afraid to pass the brawn bould-
er which squatted so nakedly in the
barren sand. She supposed she would
scream if she heard—anything.
As they reached the floor of the
gu!eh the roots of her hair began to
tingle. Ahead, Ann was sitting very
straight in by saddle. The horses
plodded slowly through the sand,yet
they seemed to approach the bowlder
with incredible speed,. Ruth's hands
gripped her saddle horn, her shoul-
ders were hunched as though expect-
ing a blow. All about was the bright,
het silence of the morning—a still-
ness somehow more terrifying than
the shadow -filled evening when she
had first come through the gulch.
Ann was passing the *wider; Ruth
could see the first slight relaxing of
the great body;. then it suddenly
grew tense, and Ani reined her
Horse to a dead stop, Ruth•and Da,
giantess went through.
Ruth and David had been in the
old adobe for some time when Ann
passed and entered the ranch house.
Although it was hardly mid -after -
ninon the sun had already set be-
hind the black mountain range of
clouds. A cold wind blew, slowly
gaining in strength, driving swirls
of dust which flew like frightened
shapes before it.
Ann entered the kitchen and made
the fire. She put on a kettle of
water and a pot. Front time to
time as site mixed dough for the
tortillas, she licked her lips. She
had made six lumps and had begun
to flatten the first by slapping it
in her huge hands when she threw
down the dough with a frenzied
gesture and almost ran into Snave-
ly's room, She did not pause but
took hold of the nearest corner of
the old carpet and flung it violently
back. ;On her knees, she peered
closely at the cracks in the floor,
testing the b!oards with an occasion-
al thump of her great fist. At
length she found what she sought;
with her nails in the crack she pul-
led'up two short beards, tossed
then aside, and thrust her arta into
the opening. She brought up a tir
cash box which fell heavily as she
dropped it beside the hole, Then a
wolfish grin twisted her lips and she
'withdrew a quart bottle filled with
white liquid. "Here you is—jest like
the voice say," she rumbled. , . ,
When Ruth brought her son into
the ranch house Ann was in the
kitchen, the last of the tortillas
crisply browning on the top of the
stove. The girl received the sur-
prise of her life when Ann looked at
her with a broad grin. "Well, howdy,
folks—set down; th' eats 'er corrin',"
"Wihy Ann—"
"What's th' matter, white girl —
skeered o' somepin' ag'in?" Ann
laughed, the full-throated, primative
laugh of the negro. She snatched
the burning tortilla front the stove
and flung it toward the table,
"Miss Ann's funny!" David's lit-
tle voice was filled with question-
ing delight.
Ruth said nothing but seated her-
self at the kitchen table.
"Now fer a feed," grunted Ann.
Her chair squeaked dangerously as
site slid into it. "Here, white girl,"
she invited, holding out a pot, "slop
yerself a plate o' beans"
There was no spoon in the pot
and Ruth peeved out the beans. She
couldn't' understand what .had
happened to Ann, but something
warned her not to ask for a spoon.
"Ann," said the girl, "it's begin-
ning to rain and the wind is touch
stronger-tdo you suppose we ought
to go to the barn and eee if every-
thing's shut tight IS the windmill
shut off?"
Par a second Ann appeared to con-
sider the matter, then she grinned
and waved her arm aimlessly.. "Let
'er rain—can't do nothin5 'bout it!"
She began to sing, bleating the table
with her cup:
"A man kin sow corn,
A man kin sow oats,
A man- kin git ehillen,
A. man kin raise shoats,
A man kin make one thing,
A man kin make two-
But bit rains, dear Lord,
Like hit wants to dot"
The cup broke and Ann settled
back in her chair, holding a bit of
the porcelain handle between her
big fingers and laughing — deep
gurgling laughter.
David looked questioningly- at his
mother. Ruth:' had an idea. "Ann's
a great old sport, isn't she?" And
she laughed until David "joined un -
'certainly. "Sing sone more, Ann,"
she cried, patting the huge knee
where she had obtained the liquor
'was a mystery.
Ami immediately obliged with a
song that was evidently a relic of
the days when she "run a dance hall
down in Texas." Terrified as she
was, the girl found time to hope that
parts of that song would not linger
in David's brain. IShe applauded vig'-
erously. "That's fine!" And leaning
forward confidentially, "When
the cat's away, Ann — you
know!" She finished with a vvinjc.
But at the allusion to iSnavely's
absence the giantess ceased to grin
and looked steadily at Rath. "Aw
hell!" she said fiercely, "you're play -
in' a game! What're you up to,
huh?"
"Oh, nothing," answered Ruth air-
ily. "If you want to be a pig, all
right—I just thought you might give
me a drink, that's all."
"Aw now, honey! Shorely, shore -
lir you kin have a drink—big 'drink."
Ann rose and went to the floor 'bin
where she pulled out a bottle, half
full,.and shoved it toward Ruth, "Go
to it, kiddy--,"
Ruth took out the cork and put
the mouth of the bottle to her nose
"What is this, Ann?"
"Yuh ast fer a drink, go ahead!
Aint I firths' company fer yuh?"
snarled Ann.
"Gawd love us!" site cried ex-
plosively, "Where was you raised?
That there's mescal --- dynamite,
that's what it is—make it outo cac-
tus, the greasers do, and it shorely
has its prickles left. I've seen a man
stand to th' bar an' drink five whis-
ky glaeses of it Burin' 'bout half an
hour, then maybe he'd go an' set
with the rays and girls an' he'd be
cold sober—like what I am now—he'd
be cold sober, just :rennin' a little
maybe, for 'bout a hour an' then"—
Ann leaned forward dramatically
"an' then he'd get up to take a
little walk, an' he'd take two steps an
fall flat on his face! That's how it
has you."
bend on the bow. For a moment she
held it so, and her eyes sought
Ruth's in satisfaction. She swerved
slightly, the string twanged like a
taut Wiro and the three-foot arrow,
with a hiss and a click, passed
through the panel of the kitchen door
and stopped with a thud somewhere
beyond.
For a moment there came into
Ann's face a look of soberness; as
though half ashamed, she hung the
bow back on the wall. But ' 'as she
was lowering her arms she paused,
took an uncertain step, and turning',
slouched heavily against the wall.
Ruth hugged David closer. Ann's
head drooped upon her breast; her
eyes were closed. Slowly they
opened and the face turned into the
face of an uncontrollable beast. The
bright, unintelligent eyes focusses'
upon Ruth's face, the lower Up,
hanging away from the teeth, twitch-
ed, then formed Words.
"What's th' time?"
Ruth glanced at the clock,' "It
says six -twenty."
"Groat, Gawd!" Ann sprang to
her full height. " Why didn't you
say when it was six o'clock? I'm
late!" With a bound, Ann reached
the front door and disappeared into
the roaring storm.
Ruth snatched up David and ran
out of the back door toward the old
adobe. By the lightning" she saw
Ann running toward the road which
led into the gulch. The bottle
glinted in her hand.
(Continued Next Week)
WHAT PERCENTAGE OF THE
PRICE YOU PAY FOR MER-
CHANDISE IS LABOR
COSTS?
When reading this you may be
sitting on a chair or standing on a
rug or bare floor, yet it makes little
difference. The labor price will be
seventy-five per cent. or over of the
price yeti puid and it doesn't make a
bit of difference whether it is a
dozen eggs, a silk dress or an auto.
mobile. The hen, the silk worm and
nature do their share in producing
the egg, the silk and the steel; but
the hen and rooster and silk worre
have to be fed, housed and cared for
with labor produced food and shelter,
While nature has provided iron ore
in the earth, hand labor and labor
made machinery is necessary before
it is of commercial value. We have
heard a certain politician say that
we cannot live taking in one anoth-
er's washing, but the fact is all the
people of the world do exist doing
one another's washing. So, since we
are all laborers of one kind or an-
other while sojourning on this earth
isn't what we need a universal appli-
cation of the principle of live and let
live?—i Kincardine News,
Ruth eyed the half-filled bottle
and wondered when Ann had begun.
"I I don't think I want any right
now—later."
Ann's great fist crashed on the
table. "Yuh ast fer a drink, go a-
head! .Ain't I fittin' company fer
yuh " she snarled.
Ruth slowly poured some of the
liquor in her cup. At that ,moment
the room went vivid with lightning
and the very earth leaped with the
denotation of thunder. "Ann!" cried
the girl, "how about Sugarfoot?"
The giantess got to her feet, deep-
ly concerned. "Pore little Sugar -
foot -en -pore little lamb...." She went
out of the room muttering dolefully.
Ruth hid the bottle behind the
kitchen door and going into the sit-
ting room lit the lamp. The rain
beating against the window was run-
ning under the sill and down the
wall. Truth could think of nothing
'better to do, so she and David be-
gan stuffing paper in the crack.
They turned at a low laugh and saw
the giantess filling the doorway;.
her .head bent forwards so as not
to bump the lintel. "You couldn't
guess," she whispered coming into
the roost, "he's done crawled in
mammy's bed an' shut his tittle eyes.
He ain't gettin' in no storm!"
Ruth smiled and looking about,
picked up an ore specimen. "Where'd
they; get this, Ann?"
"Huh? I loan know -- been here
longer'n what I have—" Her eyes
fell on the aoui brow hanging above
the shelf. "There's a weapon for
,yuh!" She snatehed down the bow.
"Gawd! them flimsty nlen-I seen
two of 'em trying this bow—couldn't
hardly bend it, tfiey couldn't—an' as
fer shootin'! Hell -,-ain't no man
hero 'boats can draw arrow to this
bow. 'Look at me!" She ,jerked an
arrow from the quiver and placing
it on the string drew it slowly, eas-
ily ,back. The tough wood creaked
and the sinews of. her great wrist
which had slid to press her own, She stood out like rods as the. long iron-
vid also stopped. Ann remainedknew that Ann mast be drunk, but wood head of the arrow came tothe
THURS., OCT. 12, 1933
WOMB
ACCIDENT'S AND
COMPENSATION
During September there were 3,-
462• accidents reported to The Week -
men's Compensation Board, 23 of
these being fatal cases, as compared
with 3,560 accidents during August,
and 3,268 during September last
year.
The benefits awarded during Sep-
tember amounted to 5286,462.85, of
which 5230,271.37 was for compensa-
tion and 556,191.43 for medical aid.
This year's record to date shows a
total of 27,329 accidents reported as
against 31,941 for the same period
of 1932, and the total benefits award-
ed, 82,651,046,43 as compared with
53,930,692.21 at the end of Septem-
ber, 1932.
FIRST CABLE IN NORTH AMER-
ICA LAID IN CANADA .
Prince Edward Island's claim as
the birthplace of cable communica-
tion on the North American contin-
ent was recently given official re-
cognition when a plaeque was unveils
ed commemorating the laying of the
first submarine cable in North Am-
erica en November 22, 1852. This
cable was laid across the Strait of
Northumberland from Cape Tormen-
tine in New Brunswich to what is
now known as Borden, P. E. I. 'chat
was then known as Carleton Head.
It consisted of a single strand of
copper wire encased is rubber with
an armoured covering, the whole be-
ing approximately one half inch in
diameter and was laid by the Anglo
American Cable Company. The cable,
after giving years of satisfactory
service, was replaced by one of mod-
ern construction; which latter forms
part of the telegraphic system of the
Canadian National Telegraphs, and
in addition, there is a four conductor
cable Connecting Prince Edward Is-
land with the mainland.
If you're "sore" at having to pay
a $7 license fee for a Pord car in
Ontario, you might cool off on learn-
ing that the license fee for the same
car in Quebec is $17.20, in British
Columbia 520.95 and in New Bruns-
wick 525.90. The license for Chev-
rolets is 512 in Ontario and 528 in
New Brunswick.—Hanover Post.
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