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PART I. I up and down, 'down and up the floor
saw him "first—thepoet man. He
1 stopping. at the window to stare out at
I n the moon.
wasn't much to look at, just a messy, r
long-haired little fellow who got took ,Podner., says 1, nervous for fear
quick in the wind and with eyes that oi getting him touchy, "I'm a tough
hated anybody who felt sorry for him. old jasper without much feelings, but
Funny I noticed 11im at a 11. We see I know one thing for certain sure.
then every day out here, dragging When a elan spends his time looking
themselves off cars and hiking for the at the moon, his ears is hankering for
mountains. Almost every day, long the rustle 0 one certain petticoat. I
pine boxes are shoved in the baggage know, because I've stared myself. I
car billing them back home. They married a dance -hall girl in Cripple's
come and go. Just lungers—that's all. old days and . gave her the Gophir
Guess his nerve was what stopped Mine, after which she ups and runs
my pay car. He walked down the off with Joe Elwood. When Joe didn't
platform, straight and still till the come back I packed Hell Diver and
sou Il hit him xackin his body ter- started looking for hint and another
ruble, but'his eyes bra ng warned at mine. Women is hard to get off' the
me not to notice it. head, Podner, but a pipe and the sight
0 rich quartz will do it. In the morn -
"Mountain air kind 0 bite your ing me and you start prospecting."
gizzard?" I asks careless like. His eyes grew big with terror as he
He whirled on me, mouth and eyes looked at me, then moved to the table,
trying to cuss me, then keeled over in
my arms, dead weight. Two days he planting his hands on the writing pad
fussed around the borders and bar- and pencils lying there, protecting
rancas of the Black Country before he them as a jealous mother would her
comes to himself in my shack, his big baby. 1
eyes soft and shiny and wondering at My poetry, Pete!"he`
cried. "I'm
the things he'd just seen. I bent over. too weak to do that and write. You
him and he recognizes me immediate,, don't, can't understand, Pete," he went
fighting for his breath. on, softening his voice and resting his
"'Tain't my gizzard," he gasps; puny white hands on e y shoulders in
"Its my lung, you idiot, and -what the a way that always s me shivering
help business is it 0 yours?" inside. "I came out here to die, here
And that's how I met with Podner, in the mountains. I.inight just as well
P -a -r -d -n -e -r, Podner. He was my have died in New York if some big
podner and Podner I called him al- purpose hadn't been behind it .,all. I've
ways, it fitting better to my tongue `felt the poem stirring within nie in
his fancy handle, Game as a this big country, this country that
le, Podner was. Never complain- i frightens yet caresses nie. 1 • only
; t bunked in my shack like it was want an hour, Pete;' my hour, when I
able as home back East :and can write all. that I'm feeling. Only
efrned and .educated. It takes my' hour, Pete, and something tells me
9, 5 ere to do that in, a strange I'll get it."
eoilntry when you haven't a nickel,, The stars were guttering out when
haven't anything but a hole in your owe packed Hell Diver and started, the
lung. : 'morning air searching out the mar
He would sit for hours before the row in our bones, and the sun painting
door, writing kit handy, his eyes the snow -filled , canyons that top Came
fastened on the timber line of St. erons Cone in a cross of blazing fire.
Peter's Dome, where the creek twists Through the Mountains which the
round on itself and dances down the miners had gophered out, down into
canyon just as though it hadn't ever valleys and up again, we travelled
figured on reaching the., top. Days that day, with. Podner chattering his
I'd leave, him sitting there, the sad delight and Hell Diver looking at him
look on his face; nights I'd come back astonished, like an old-timer would,
to find him still there,hungering for and me just happy.
something he couldn't seem to quite The third day out hebegan to grow
locate. And the moon, white -washing silent, and his imagination -drawn
the door, seemed to leave a lot 0 mines were turning out to be mica as.
Itself in Podner•'s eyes, tender, plead- his head sagged forward and his feet
ing and easy to hurt. I'd never let lagged and dragged. But I kept him
on to notice, just get out the skillet walking, heading for Red Mesa, know-
and doctor up a mess 0 bacon and ing it would astonish him plumb out
beans and then we'd eat, him silent of himself; besides, Red Mesa had
and forgetful that I was there at a11, i never been half prospected.
I knew his mind was on that pad of ; We came to it on the sixth day,
paper; the pad that never showed a, just as me and Hell Diver had come
Iine 0 writing. on it a dozen times before, abruptly
"The disease is mostly in his head," as you round the Devil's Slide. Podner
Doc used to say to me, "He is highly was staggering, fighting for his feet,
imaginative, Pete all poet fellows are. head leaning forward, and legs wob-
Just distract his mind and you'll be , bey. He got one eyeful, then straight -
astonished at the rapidity of his im- ened, the breath coming through his
prevenient."
teeth andinto his lungss with a
big,
But Podner was tender as a woman, hissing sound. I lenew his feeling,
and I was just an old alkali and moon- never having quite got over them my-
tain man who knew nothing much that' self when I stumble on Red Mesa.
got away from ""calor." I talked it; A wilderness, a desert 0 rocks; a
over with HAD Diver heaps of times. l wilderness, a desert 0 mountains 0
Me and Hell Diver got that habit rocks—that's Red Mesa. But it's not
twenty years back when my wife—' all red. There's no color or mix-up 0
well,, anyhow burrows havelots snore' colors that Red Mesa hasn't got. It's
sense than folks about such things,! not made, Red Mesa ain't, It's just
and finally I got an idea. I sprung it jumbled together in, ledges, canyons,
him next bine I heard him pacnlg''niountains, rough valleys; chucked out
on } of heaven because it hurt the angels'
eyes. When the Lord painted this
earth he must a worn Red Mesa for
His clothes and, being so' soiled when
Ile finished, tossed then` down here
where only sun -squinted, old jaspers
like me would tumble across 'em,
Podner was whispering out loud, but
whispering;
"It's the palette of God, Petel The
palette of God! 1 rusn't leave; musn't
go another step! I can write here,
can see, and feel! And every color,
out there must be in my poem,
every--",
Ile stopped, grabbing my arm till
rhis` weak fingers bit right into nay
.bone. He wasn't whispering any more,
the huskiness had disappeared from
his :voice, his eyes Were clear but look-
., ing far away, He waved one , hand
toward Red Mesa' while his voice roll-
ed out like chiming gold.
"You see rocks out there, Pete;
rocks and their colors.. But 1 . see
more than rocks, snore than colors—
much more, 1 see my hour out there;
the holtr I've fought and prayed for.
And, as 1 see my hour, just as plainly
do I bee all that . mass of rock shape
itself into buildingps that pierce the
shy, hiving with tYfousands and hen-
dreds of thousands of lrnnen beings
just like "els, And the irregular rock
canyons, before zne `beeain.e streets, all
crowded, Pete, • with people, And there
is ane street where the hurrying crowd
oP human beings stop and stare late
the great window of a great store
book shop; rete, They talk with one
another although they are • not ac-
quainted, talk about the book, the ul-
utn:e staring errt.:a that w(ndnw at,
therm, And ,there xs a worrier rote,
lty�aa Nolo• otos too, I do not knowh,;r, hav
,ifehuoy delay be safe-
ty tried ort the tender-
est sicdet,
It is wonderfully
cleaasiag for: tittle
bandsefaees and bode
les.
PbrrelharesUfiah .
ilt
neve* seen her, but some day I shall
know her, -shall see her. She does not
talk, ,$lee"looks at the book, Pete, and
she has .tear -mists: in bee eyes, and she
does riot know it her would she care if
she did, for she has read the book. It
is the woman. I have never seen save
in the moGltz ontha, t ,Psete;hall and be b thearn bookof my i:s
'the po>
hour, and itshell brine us together,
That's what I see ou$ there -New
York, fete. The : city 0 power, they
call it; the city 0 riches, they say it
is. And 'as I ,look on, the poWer ofH
Red 1VIesa I'.feel' I can put it inmy
peein,.:and it shall be so much' more
powerful than' 'the 'man-made Pity;
see. the Woman out there and the rich
pos;sessroei 0 her love will be eo.nlueh•
richer than all the dross 0 the fawn.
(h; it's .. a`. wonderful eouiltry, Pete!"
"That's: right,” I agreed: #"Anal, it
aii:z't been half mineralized,"
Fre looked at nee quick, as t1ibul;ll
hurt, the a curious, foxy expression
erossed his face. That night he bab-
bled like a trout stream, taneying
mines so rich that old King Soli n en
must have tried to bust his grave to
get out and see them, '
Finally he rolled up in his blankets
and kept still, staring at Red 'Mesa .'es
the night -got its sponge and wiped off
all the colors there. The cloudy ware:
rocking the moon aLoet and the stars
burning big holes in the :blanket
thrown over them' when Podner' went
to sleep, his breath slow and deep, yt"ith
never a sign 0 a cough or a bitch,:
Funny haw •little you get . to ' know
the stars. There's one big fellow that
burns like a long -wicked candle en
sometimes he stares at me till my
pipe burns out and I can't see, any-
thing else but him. Old alkalis and
mountain men get the habit ,of talk-
ing things over with the • Lord .when
they're up pretty high, where I[e eau.
hear 'em plain. Somehow, looking
from Podner, sleeping with a look of
heaven on his woman's face and at
that unwinking star; listeningto the
tinkle 0 Hell Diver's 'bells as he
roamed about with a bad dream, I got
a hankering to talk things over.
"Lord," said I quiet, so as not to
wake the little fellow, me and You've
made considerable medicine about Joe
Elwood -him as run away with my
wife in Cripple Creek. I've -sorta
changed my mind about wanting You
to send him in range. You've heard
this podgier of mine begging forhis
hour. I don't want to ask too much,
but just hand him that hour, Lord
and I won't ask for nothing else an
will take off my hat to You forever
more. Amen."
Funny how Nature fools with an
old jasper .same as if he was a tender-
foot. I had been prospecting about
six days, never thinking "color" was
in the country, but just chuckling to
see how fast Podner was getting cured
while I made a bluff at working so as
to humor him, when rich ' quartz, a
big vein of it, just naturally crops up
end hits me in the eye. Right on
the surface it w.as, broad . enouigh to
"elle Toralrt9 1"Ioapitel for' Tnaur-
ebles, in a>;iiiiatta.n viten Bellevue antl
Aland alpspitaia;' .Now Tera •City;
otter$ a three re, are'. Coiersa or `Tr'am,-
le to' yauag wear en, having; the re
-
(Mired education, ape ciesmroua or be•
coming nurses. Vile, Hospital has"
arloptecl tha eight-hour system. Tile
puerile reeei� e :unirorrris 0 the Sc ioai,
a monthly allowance aria . Crave
teteeeses to and from atew'R'orlc. rot..
furter ipeorlriatioe apply to the
�uperintenO mt.
iiiiake nae think I had another Gophir.
, Just an accident, but that's always the
way it runs. Jim Thatcher. chucked
away his pick, plumb disgusted, and
1t turns up the quartz 'that become
'Lost Mite Mine.. Hell Diver stumbled
1 and uncovered that rain that is the
Gophir. It runs that way.
"Gold, Pete?" he asked softly. "You
have found it?"
"Gold, Podner," I answered, knock-
ing out my pipe on the heel 0 my
boot,ashamed to meet his eyes for
some reason. "Pretty surface crop-
ping as ever I saw—it's another
Gophir."
"And this," he whispered softly to
himself, not knowing I could hear, "is
gold—gold." He stroked the speci-
mens lightly, that shiny; glad look in
his eyes as they eget mine across the
fire. He rose, came over and sat down
beside me, leaning his bent elbow on
1 my shoulder. "Pete," he began, "this
I morning you said the grub WAS low,
that we would have to be on our way.
How far is this gold from here—from
Red Mesa?" •
i"A matter 0 three miles," I ans
wered, uneasy for the curious expres-
sion on his face. "We'll make the trip
to Ozone in no time -eight days at.
the most."
I "Eight days," he murmured, still
.looking at me queer. "Pete, I've learn
fed a great deal of this country from
listening to you talk. Eightdays is
1.a long time to leave a mine alone.
Yesterday you said a day was a long
time to keep the smell of gold from
a prospector's nose. Claim junipers
could do many things in eight days.
"I've found the way out, Pete,"' he
said quietly; "sitting here, it carne on
me what should be done. You've been
awfully good to me, humored me and
cared for me like I was your son. I
know now the purpose of our meeting,.
my coming to this. country, wasn't to
give me my hour, my poem, but to help
you to the riches you have earned.
Its a far bigger purpose, Pete; and
I am thankful, beingso weak an you
so big and strong, to be usedfor it.
And now you are going to Ozone alone
to get the things we need, and I will
guard your mine while you are gone.
That- will be my hour, Pete. so much
mare worthy an hour than the one I
thought had been laid out for rne."
(To be continued.)
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011.5
CARE OF THE SCALP.
Amon the"minor ills—those name-!
Among,.
ly, which do not threaten life or: im-
pair physical efficiency—there is per-
haps none that occasions more' dis-
tress than the various troubles that
affect the hair of the head. ."A wo-
man's glory is - her hair," and man's
would be his if he could only keep itt=;
In : most cases he could keep it if he
'would only begin to care for it, soon
enough but good hair is like good
health; we seldom appreciate it or
think 0 means for preserving'it until
it begins to depart, and then it is often
too late.
Many of thetroubles with our hair
—lack oi lustre, brittleness, dandruff,
thinning or actual baldness' -come
primarily from lack 0 nutrition, The
skin 0 the scalp, unlike the skin
the rest of the body, is stretched over
a bony surface, so that its blood
sup-
ply must h; trought from a distance
and is almost completely shut off by
pressure against the skull such as that
made by the rim 0 a man's straw hat
or his derby. The stiff hat, by the
way, is undoubtedlythe main reason
that so many more men than wcmefl
grow bald. The few instances 0 bald-
ness in women can usually be explain-
ed by lack of care or by neglect. of
some disease 0 the scalp.
The great thing in caring for itto
sealp is to Maintain a goo& supply of
blood for r.ourishing the hair bulbs.
Massage that is, vigorous rubbing
night and morning combined with
pinching the scalp between thumb and
forefinger—will help greatly. if' that'
is done• faithfully from early life, a
man may, if he avoids the stiff I hat,
not only preserve 1 is hair blti also
retard orprevent 'its becoming gray,
Shampooing the healthy scalp be-
yond what is necessary for cleanliness
--once every week or fortnight --is
harmful. There is nothing better for
the shampoo than tincture of grean
soap. After the washing, the hair
should be thoroughly rinsed in eaoi Or
cold water, and then a very little yel
low vaseline or a mixture of vaseline
arid lanolin should he rubbed into the
roots. When tho scalp has been neg..
lected the hair may become dry and
lack lustre. tor that conditioe. et
pomade of. equal parts of eitrine oltlt-
ment, yellow vaseline and lanelin ,is .;
useful. A little of the mixture wall
rubbed Into the roots at night once a
choose this flower as your own and
send this invitation out on rose :colored
cards
Miss Crimson Rambler bids all the.
flowers.to a party in her garden
on June eighth.
Time (Flower costumes)
Place R. S. V. P.
Most of the girls will come as gay)
crepe -paper duplicates of their favor-
ites, but don't be surprised if some 0
the boys come looking like giant but-
tons or cardboard hearts. from which
blood seems to flow. -
If your party is outdoors you won't.
have to worry much about decora-
tions; nature has taken care of that
for you. Of course, if your .party is
at, night you will want to string .up
Japanese lanterns for additional light.
And you may want to serve your re-
freshments
from a rose -decorated
freshenentS
booth .on the porch.
As the flowers arrive, give each a
jagged bit of rose-colored cardboard
on which there are a few words from
some flower quotation. Tell t'in that
he will find his partners for the first
event by matching up with the other
Bowers who complete the quotation.
When the various quotations have been
assembled, there will be some quaint
bouquets, indeed. Imagine a gaudy
sunflower grouped with tea roses,
sweet peas, and forget-me-nots!
Each group is given, a score card on
week or so and washed out with a;
shampoo -0 tincture of greed soap,
in the morning will often bring barb.
the natural beauty of the hair,
A: GARDEN PARTY.
11 you want an arouse to dross up,
why not carr your: friends to represent
their favorite (rower at an afternoon'{
or even ng garden party? .,Since .turn
is the month 0. roses', . you `might:
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Which tables one, two, and three 'are'..
listed; The groups progress frern
table to table --these are placed quite
a distance apart—and guess a aeries
of flower odors at. each When the
rounds have been made, each group
gives its score tothe judge, and re-
ceives another Gard on which .they find
an odd jumble of letters,
Thisis called a Rosebush Contest.
Again they work as a group, and the
ones who And most parts of a rose-
bush on their;eards' are awarded tiny
nosegays.
To match up the Bowers for supper
partners, let the girls and men draw
from two baskets in which identical
flowers.. have .:been. placed, If there
aren't enough. different :flowers, ,you
might use the same flower in various
colors, as red, yellow, pink, and white
roses andthevarious colored pmts
and pansies.
When partners have been, drawn,
they may seek the rose booth and help
themselves to a rosy supper. You
might serve:
Rose-colored Lemonade. in Paper Cups
Dream Sandwiches Salted Nuts.
Rose -frosted Sponge Cake
Strawberry Ice Cream
As your guests eat, you might give
them some rose riddles to guess. If.
you prefer, you can give each couple
a card with a pencil attached,' on
which to put; downtheir answers: 71
they tire of this, let them have a try
at Alphabet Flower Ships, This isa
game that was played half a century
ago, so that it's about old enough to
be new.
The leader explains that each guest
represents a ship named a certain let, -
ter of the alphabet, and when called
on must say: '"My ship is loaded with
--"; that is, the name of a flower be-
ginning with the letter the leader has
railed.
For instance, the leader calls "C"
and points to a certain guest, Imme-
diately she must answer: "My ship is
loaded with candytuft." If "B" isl
called, the guest may answer "be-
gonia." It would be well for the host
ess or leader to have at hand a die- j
tionary for reference. The faster the
game is played the more enjoyable
it zs.
You might finish the evening with
a rose hunt that will send each guest
off with it souvenir of the evening's 1
fun.
HOUSE OR HOME.
A house is built of bricks and 1itones,
Of sills and -posts' and piers;
But a home is built of lovely deeds
That stand a thousand years.
A house, though but a humble cot,
Within its walls, may hold
A home of priceless beauty, rich
In Love's eternal gold.
NATURE STUDY RECORDS.
It would surely be interesting for
the girls of a community to set outto
discover how many flowers, birds or
trees -they can find in their vicinity in
the course of the summer holidays. At
a camp one year on the closing day,
after only a week's search, the girls
went in a procession and attached
names to all the trees they had identi-
fied and presented to the camp on a
birch bark roll a list of forty-five
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hand in the printshope of the world.
It was during that period that Murray:
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was called on to print Tennyson's.
poems he thad to secure an extra -sup-'
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the poet used the word "love" eo of-
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lime strains of the illustrious poet.
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