The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, August 03, 1933, Image 11

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TPURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1933 [E CLINTON aiRONICLE. CLINTON, S. C. tAGE ELEVEN nn .^r T SECOND INSTAI.LMENT Synu{>sis; Ruth Warren, living in the Fast, comes into possession ofj three-(i’j.ar‘er interest in an Arizona j ranch, left to her in-the v» ii 'of herj only orot’ner, reported to have diedj while on business in Mexico. With her j ailing hu-band and «small child, sl^ej goes to Ajizona to take possession, thinking the climate may prove bene ficial to her husband’s weakened { lungs. .A'! riving at the nearest town. i she learns that the ranch, ‘‘Dead Lan tern.” IS S.’) miles across the Charley Thane, old rancher mail carneiv agrees to take them to “Dead I.antern” gate. Now Go On With the Story. some to do one on a who knovws ^ ^ around ranch.” ^ j ‘‘Well, yes—I expect it will." j Nearly tvVo hou^-s after they had ' passed through the range of low mountains and had turned southward, j a wire fenl^-came down from the , mountains om the western side of the jvai.oy, ! ‘‘Taat’s the Dead I.antern fence,” said Old Charley noncommittally, j “There’s twenty thousand acres of the W ■Ji ■Wi other personal things, everybody knew j have it was Harry. Snavely was notified ■ what and he seen the Mexican and told all he knew about it, which is about what I told you.” “W as there anything to show 4vhat caused Harry’s death?” ‘‘Nothin’ exact. The Mexican said it looked like he’d been thrown from his horse and draggeil—'but it’s hard to tell,” “Was—Harry buried?” ■‘Yes, the Mexican did that and he»Oead Lantern, feed enough to run two desert.' marked the grave. He told them at the ’ thousand head, the land’s all fenced, and rural! next rancho he come to about where there’s heaps of browse up in the to find the grave and all.” The girl’s eye.s filled. ‘‘That was kind, ’ she murmured. ‘‘I expect Will told vou it wouldn’t hardly he possible to have the body brought over the line?” “Yos. And I’d rather liiave things not a si und —not a sound — it’s tooi^hc vay .hey are—I’m the only! one i you! -It’s fini.shed_ living tHing! It’s too ’from the Dead Lantern home ranch Old CiiaHey changt'd the subject. | to my place, that make.s it about stX! ‘‘Are vou folks plannin’ on stayin’ a inilvs.” spell?” “Yes—I simpose so.” tshe answered .slowly, with a nervous glance at the gaunt range of mountains thev wouhl hills.” “How acres ?” big twenty thousand commarided, the girl sud- “Li.s* -n!’ denly. Her face was white, tense with dread, aj’.J her lip quivered. “Oh, Ken neth!” she cried hysterically. “There’s not a sound — il\s too' ing mo .er-, not b-brg!” - •• Old ( barley put down his sandwich and stepping on the starter, kicked open the muffler. .Ancient Ixna broke into un unsteady roar. To give color to his ac’ion the old man got out of the car, threw back the hood, and stood stating skeptically within. in the hack seat the husband and wife weiv locked in each other’s arms. Little Da\id watched them with sol emn eye-, not quite sure of his proj)et course. “It’ll he all right^ dear,” the man’s voice came to her inf^a" strained whisi>er above the grateful noise of the car. “Age’ll jii.st ’ have to stick it out — you’ll get useil to it — all—” Again the thing in his chest began to flutter madly. * * . * *. . “Sizeable. The skyline of those mountains js the western bound’ry; to the south where that ridge runs ,out into the valley is the southern line. My place is ’round on the other side of that riilge—’bout twenty miles by hit- road. But there’s u trail over the ridge ^ ’from To Old Charl^:’s_ young w<^'man sat be,*<ide surprise the him for tbe rest of l!ie afternoon. Her manner had changed. Silently, she looked aiiout her. Th'ie was no pleasurable inter est in her face as her eye studied each detail ol her surroundings it was us though 'he felt it incumbent upon her to understand this strange country. Aftrcr half an (hour questious; “Will we see any “We pas'ed one an hour l>ack.” “That man on the horse? He didn’t look like a cowboy. Oh. But don’t they wear those - those fur rug things on ___ their leg' and high-heel hoots and higi.soon the and revolvers—forty-fives?” jthere?” ‘ ' ‘Hair eiuvps are all right on a fash-, “It’s quite a jiiece yet—we’ve only plate cowboy, or in a cold coun-; about forty-five miles. We ♦ .she began to ask cowboys today?” “Why in the world is the ranch called the Dead I.antern?” hats entering. ‘‘.Aren’t we nearly ".And all that land from here to the mountain tojis belongs to the Dead Lantern?” "Ye.s. .And thei'e’s a heap more of it ~!you can’t see tuckeil away in them! canyons. If you followed the line fence j ! on horseback it would take you about | I fiuir days to ride 'round the ranch.” j j “No wonder it can hold two thou-' I sand cows! What dp cattle sell for* i apiece 1 mean how much a head?” ' j “Forfy to fifty dollars lately.” 1 I She made a tjuick calculation. ”My| 'heavens! (’oud we gel a hundred j j thousand dollars for the cattle?” j I Old ('barley smiled. “It’s, not quite! I as simple as all that,” he remarkeii, - I gravidy as he turned from] thfe^road i : and stopped by the Dead I {fnwmrimtP ~|hox. Ju.st beyond the mail hq:^ was the gate; a newish sign, enidely lettered J in l)lack paint, was nailed on the mid- idle hai'. “.Anybody coming on this -'ranch is liable to get .-hot." j When the old man heard the girl gasp he knew that she had seen the isign, and with averted eyes he began to I'ummage in the goyernment mail The girl watehed her husband’s face I as he read; their eye.s met blankly, 'then turneil to the old man. ^*iiW hat in the world does , that ^ niean ?” asked W’arren. j “Nobody thinks it means anything,” ion piaie cowuoy, 01 m a ,c(iriie auuui. loriy-iiye miles, we^ross try. Tha* man was wearin’ the u.seful'this range and then we’re in the San kind—plain cowhide. He was probably '.Jovgt* valley. The valley’s a long one wearin’ rolin’ boots—high heels, —funs ’way down into .Mexico. The nobody packs a gun nowadays 'ceptin 1 Dead Lantern’.s ' about forty miles hi-jackers and peace officers. Oh, valley and up against the kinda usual to carry a gun in j^^f^uplains on the west side. My place car for coyotes and such, but I ain’t aeen a cowpuncher with a holster on for fifteen or twenty years.” “Why. acconling to you, this wild couniiy must be as safe as a town with a good police, force. ’ “Lot- afot We got .1 is^ along there too -lies between the soutli Dead Lantern fence and the ' Mexican line kinda over an elbow in the moiMtain range.” ■, “Why in the world is the aianch * ''i icalled ti»e Dead Lantern?” an-l a few other you’ve got high rattlesnakes j “Well, you .see, the brand is the ouj- t^ings, hut in town , lantern an’ folks got to call- school kids scootin |>,.ad Lantern—I *'ecl-:on be-i around in stripped Tords. [cause there wasn’t no light in-it. A For the first time in many houisj^j^P niakes a hiand and jiuls it on his! the gtrl laughed. She i*elaxe<l in j tuTtlle, and then folks get-to calling ii‘ seat, and pulling her tight-fitting^hat ^^hatevef it looks like to them. By and by, .'onie name sticks and from as from he’ head, let the dry wind do it pleased with her short amber hail. “We've been awfully rudfc.” she .smil ed, “we should have introduced our- j^g[ves — my husband’s name is Ken neth W'a’ien; I’m Ruth.” The old man nodded. “1 figured maybe you might be. I think my son, | Wtfh~ wi'ote you abcKik—Mr. Grey.” | “Oh!” The girl’s face went sober. then on every’hody calls -the ranch that.” The old man pau.sed. “I expect this’ll he your first trij) out this way?” he asked. “I may as well tell you,” said Ruth. “my husband hasn’t been doing w’ell in business for some time—his health, you understand. Harry knew how , things were and — w'ell, he’s always .see, of course. .Mr. Will Thanes hig brother. My hu.sband and' did , • ® ,1 Indian on the wagon .seat, where I were very young when we rrained. , , ■ , . . •>*» , ■ u p, u LSnavely is? Are you his man; and he kept his eye on us. He felt that r 1 1 1 1 * u- * u . . , p 11 A he Indian ooked at his tw o-hun- we had no one to fall back on but h m ^pp^n’t''Ared-and-fifty-pound sijuaw, glanced •• Hhe |.au«d. “Wh™ Harry fame'l-'-Wny. ter came from Los Angeles and I not think of there being a connection when 1 learned your name this morn- ’ing. Did—did you know my hrothei ? nr,y father and stepmother “Yes, pretty well. He and Will used;p^juj^pd. “When to ride the country together quite a, bought his part of the cat- bit wherever Will c^me out. Will war’jtjp lanch, he willed it to me. He was- , answered Old Charley 1 eu.ssuiimgly. “Ju.st Jcp Snavely’s way he’s a little ac-centric.” He pointed to a faint cloud of dust far up the two wheel | paths which led from beyond the gate j toward the distant mountains. “I’ll he- going along now'—I reckon^it would be hqst for you folks to meet your new pardr.er alone, anyways.” He looked into VVarien’.s eye.s. “And if something I should come up sudden-like that you’d want to get to town in a hurry just: ride over the mountain to my plac«. I This old car ain’t much, hut -she still rolls.” I V\ hile they were piling the baggage iiy the mail box, both the girl and her hu.«hand glanced Irequently at the They watched Old f’harley until the car di.sappeared over a hill a few hun dred yards south of the gate, then j turned their attention to the approach ing wugon on the ranch road. When the wagon .stopjied at the gate, an Indian hoy of ten slid cau-, tiously to the ground and, with his w'iile eye.s fixed on the three by the mail box, .sidled to the gate and open- it. This done, he speedily rejoined the family, in.-the., wagion* JvennetlL. WajCcL . ren went forward. "Can you tell me,” lie' addres.sed the two-hundred-pound wagon .seat, “w'here :Vlr. and then turned his black eyes on* “No sabe.” The horses start- know the giri I me about Harrv’s death.” asked quietly. Old Chariey shook his head. “There j ^vjjl benefit Mr. Warren ain’t much 1 can tell you. I"expect, qij Charley was silent for a mo- Wilt w’rote about all anybody knows. I “Well, well,” he said at last. Your brother went down into Mexico you’re jmrt owner of the Dead la.st fall. After the fall cattle sellin’, lantern.” The car covered a hundred the letter from the the man!” David, box out.stretched, here -vhtm tl^ news was brought vou^e, and he wanted. your bvotber. " to have something to fall back on * ama, e ei 01 "Pkuse tell me what you know anything h^p|>ened to him. Now that he’s gone, we’ve come out here , . . .u . m . .L u \\r 1 ♦u;-.,!, /.i; ! No, David, not to that man. .Mama to the ranch. We aLso think the cli- ’ . .u * will tell you when the man comes to whom you are to give the letter.” Ani .started toward the letreating wagon. it was. He and his pardner, Jep Snave ly, had been figurin' xir lookin’ some stock down that way—so weiit. Snavely heard from him a time or two and learned Harry was goih’ further into the interior. After that Snavely didn’t hear from him. For a couple of months he didn’t think nothin? aljout it because mail’s mighty uncertain in some parts of Mexico. TV^n he commenced gettin’ worried-^ he even come over to my place and asked me what should be done. Well, just about then a Mexican came into Palo Verde and told about findin’ Hairy. Close to two hundred miles be low the line, it was. The Mexican knew the body was American and he brought soiTie . letters — one of them f.o.m you. He described the was clothes and so from the story the Mex-; lean brought back and the letters and yards of road. “l>onT suppose you’ve o'^®*’jm.et Jep Snavely yet?” Harry j '‘Sq. I hardly know anything about him. Harry used to mention him in his letters. Are you a friend of his?” The old man pursed his lips. “I’m a neighbor. In fact ,a real close neigh bor to the Dead Lantern. It’s only about six miles over the mountains from the Dead I.Antern house to my house.” “Ah — what sort of man is Mr. Snavely ? ” “He’s about fifty—a good deal slim mer than me”—the old man smiled— “H’e’sxaK’old Vattleinan; but he ain’t been m this country more'n twelve years or so. Originally from Texas, so Harry said. But he knows cattle and ranehin’.” I’m glad to hear that,” laughed the instant later she whirled about to her' hu.sband, the letter in her hand. “Ken-: neth! 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