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RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
CHAPTER XIV Continued.
Ktevvnrt led Mnjesty out Into tlio
diirUtiess past u line of mounted
"(iui'ss we're ready," lie sold. "I'll
mnke the count." He went back along
Uie line, mill on tlie retirn Madeline
lienrd lilni Ray several times, "Now,
everybody ride close to the horse In
front, and keep quiet till daylight."
Then the snorting mid pounding of the
big black horse In front of her told
Madeline that Stewart hud mounted.
"All right, we're orf," he called.
Madeline lifted Majesty's bridle and
let the roan go. The trail led In u
roundabout way through shallow gul
lies full of Htone and brush washed
down by Hoods. At every turn now
Madeline expected to come upon wu
tor and the waiting pack-train. Hut
time passed, and miles of climbing,
and no water or horses were met. Ex
pectation In Madeline gave place to
desire; alio was hungry.
Stewart kept on. It was eight o'clock
by Madeline's watch when, upon turn
ing Into a wide hollow, she saw horses
grazing on spare grass, it greut pile of
canvas-covered bundles, and a tire
round which cowboys and two Mexi
can women were busy.
Madeline fat her horse and reviewed
her followers as they rode up single
file. Her guests were In merry mood,
and they all talked at once.
"Hrookfast and rustle," called
out Stewart, without ceremony.
For that matter, Madeline observed
Helen did not show any marked con
trust to the others. The hurry order
did not Interfere with the meal being
somewhat In the nnture of a picnic.
As soon as the pack-trnln was In
i dullness Stewart started It off In the
lead to break trail. A heavy growth
if shrub Interspersed with rock and
actus covered tile slopes ; unit now all
tho trail nmienred to be uphill. The
jinck-trnln forged ahead, and the trail
ing couples grew further apart. At
noon they got out of the foothills to
face tho real ascent of the mountains.
Stewart wnlted for Madeline, and
ns she came up he said: "We're going
to have a storm. Shall I call a halt
nnd make campl"
"I 'ere? Oh no I What do you think
"Well, If we have a good healthy
thunderstorm It will be something new
for your friends. I think we'd be wise
to keep on the go. There's no place
to make n good camp. If It rains, let
It rnln. Tho pack outfit Is well cov
ered. We will have to get wet."
"Surely," replied Madeline; nnd she
smiled at his Inference. She knew
whut a storm wus In that country, nnd
lier guests had yet to experience one.
'If It rnlns, let it rain."
Stewart rode on, and Madeline fol
lowed. Tho way led In n winding
course through a matted, storm
wrenched forest of stunted trees. Even
up to this elevation tho desert reached
with Its gaunt hand. The clouds over
spreading the sky, hiding the sun,
made a welcome change. The pnek
train rested, nnd Stewart and Made
lino waited for the party to come up.
Here he brlelly explained to her that
Don Carlos and his bandits had left
tho ranch some time In the night. The
blr grew oppressive; the horses pnnted.
"Sure It'll be a hummer," Bald Stew
art. "The first storm almost always Is
bad. 1 can feel It In the nlr."
The air, Indeed, seemed to be
charged with n heavy force that was
waiting to be liberated.
One by one the couples mounted to
the cedar forest, and the feminine
contingent declaimed eloquently for
rest. Hut there was to be no perma
nent rest until night and then that de
pended upon reaching the crags. The
pack-train wagged onward, and Stew
art fell In behind. The storm-center
gnthered slowly around the peaks;
low rumble and bowl of thunder In
creased In frequence; slowly the light
Minded ns smoky clouds rolled up; tho.
air grew sultrier, and the exasperating
breeze puffed a few times and then
An hour later the pnrtjr had climbed
high and was rounding tho sldo of a
great bare ridge that long had hidden
the crags. The Inst burro of the pack
train plodded over the ridge out of
Madeline's sight. She looked hnck
ward down the slope, amused to see
her guests change wearily from side to
side In their saddles. I-'ar below lay
the cedar lint nnd the foothills. Fur
to the west the sky was still clear,
with shafts of sunlight shooting down
from behind the encroaching clouds.
Stewart reached thw summit of the
ridge and, though only a few rods
ahead, he waved to her, sweeping his
bund round to what ft? saw beyond. It
was an Impressive gesture, and Made
line, never having climbed as high as
this, anticipated much.
Majesty surmounted the la"t few
Mops and, snorting, halted beside
Stewart's blnck. To Madeline the
scene was as If the world had changed.
The ridge was n mountain-top. It
dropped before her Into n black, stono
rldged, shrub-patched, niany-canybncd
gulf. Massed Inky clouds were piling
across the peaks, obscuring the high
est ones. A fork of white lightning
Hashed, and, like the booming of an
avalanche, thunder followed.
Madeline, glanced at S'ewart. He
had forgotten her presence. Imninv
nble as stone, he snt his horse, dark
fnced, dark-eyed, and, like an Indliin
unconscious of thought, he watched
nnd watched. To see him thus, to
divine the strange efllnlty between the
oul of this winn. become primitive,
and the savage environment that had
developed him, were powerful helps to
Madeline Hammond In her strange 'de
sire to understand his nnture.
A cracking of Iron-shod hoofs behind
her broke the spell. Monty had
reached the summit.
"One, whnt It won't nil be doln' In
a uilnnut Moses hlsself couldn't tell,"
Then Dorothy climbed to his side
"Oh, Isn't It Just perfectly lovely!"
she exclaimed. "Hut I wish It wouldn't
storm. We'll all get wet."
Once more Stewart faced the ascent,
keeping to the slow heave of the ridge
as It rose southward toward the loom
ing spites of rod:. Soon he was off
smooth ground, and Madeline, some
rods behind him, looked back with
concern at her friends. Here the real
toll, the real climb began, and a moun
tain storm was about to burst In all Its
The sky grew blacker; the slow
gathering clouds appeared to be sud
denly Agitated; they piled and rolled
and mushroomed and obscured the
crags. The nlr moved heavily and
seemed to be laden with sulphurous
smoke, nnd sharp lightning flashes be
gan to play. A distant roar of wind
could be heard between the peals of
Stewart waited for Madeline under
the lee of a shelving cliff, where the
cowboys had halted the pack-train.
Majesty was sensitive to the Hashes of
lightning. Madeline patted bis neck
and softly called to him. The wenry
burros nodded; the Mexican women
covered their bends with their mantles.
Stewart untied the slicker at the back
of Madeline's saddle and helped her
on with It. Then he put on his own.
The other cowboys followed suit. Pres
ently Madeline saw Monty and Dor
othy rounding the cliff, and hoped the
others would come soon.
A blue-white, knotted rope of light
ning burned down out of the clouds,
and Instantly a thunder-clap crashed,
seeming to shake the foundations of
the earth. This moment of the break
ing of the storm, with the strange
growing roar of wind, like a moaning
monster, was pregnant with n heart
disturbing emotion for Mndellne Ham
mond, (ilnrlous It wus to be free,
healthy, out In the open, under the
shadow of the mountain and cloud, In
the teeth of the wind und rain nnd
Suddenly, ns the ground qunked un
der her horse's feet, nnd nil the sky
grew black and crisscrossed by flaming
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the ebony blackness. It grew larger.
Hlnck tree-trunks crossed her line of
vision. The light wus a lire. She
heard n cowboy song and the wild
chorus of a pack of coyotes. Stew
art's tall figure, with sombrero slouched
down, wus now nnd then outlined
against a growing circle of light. And
by the aid of that light she saw him
turn every moment or so to look back,
probably to assure himself that she
was close behind.
With n prospect of lire and warmth,
and food nnd rest, Madeline's enthusi
asm revived. What a climb 1 There
wns promise In this wild ride nnd lone
ly trail and hidden craggy height, not
only In the adventure her friends
yearned for. but In some nameless Joy
and spirit for herself.
Immovable as Stone, He Sat His
Horse, Dark-Faced, Dark-Eyed, and,
Like an Indian Unconscious of
strenks, nnd between thunderous re
ports there was a strnrtRe hollow roar
sweeping down upon bur. she realized
how small was her knowledge and ex
perience of the mighty forces of nn
ture. With blncker gloom nnd deufenlng
ronr came the torrent of rnln. It was
a cloud-burst. It was like solid water
tumbling down. For long Madeline
sal her horse, head bent to the pelting
rnln. When Its force lessened nnd she
heard Stcwnrt cnll for nil to follow,
she looked up to see that he was start
ing once more. She turned her horse
Into his trail.
Haln fell steadily. The fury of the
storm, however, had passed, and the
roll of thunder diminished In volume.
The air had wonderfully cleared and
was growing cool. .Madeline iiegun io
feel uncomfortably cold and wet. Stew
art wus climbing faster than formerly.
nnd she noted that Monty kept at her
heels, pressing her on. Time had been
io,t, and tho camp-site was a long way
off. The stag-hounds begun to lag and
get footsore. The sharp rocks of the
trail were cruel to their feet. Then,
as Madeline began to tire, she noticed
less and less around her. Her horse
climbed and climbed, and brush and
sharp corners of 'stone everlastingly
pulled and tore at her wet garments.
A gray gloom settled down around her.
Night was approaching.
Stewart's horse was on u Jog-trot
now, und Mndellne left the trull more
to Mnjesty than to her own choosing.
As black night begun to envelop her
surroundings, she marked tlitit the II r
trees linil given plnco to pine forest.
Suddenly a pin-point of light pierced
Glad Indeed wns Madeline to be lift
ed oft' her horse beside n rourlng lire
to see steaming pots upon red-hot
conls. Except about her shoulders,
which had been protected by the slick
er, she wus wringing wet. The Mexi
can women came quickly to help her
change In a tent nearby; but Made
line preferred for the moment to warm
her numb feet anil hands and to watch
the spectacle of her arriving friends.
"Warm clothes hot drinks and grub
warm blankets," rang out Stewart's
Then, with Florence helping the
Mexican women, It wns not long until
Mndellne and the feminine side of the
party were comfortable, except for the
weariness and aches that only rest and
sleep could nllevlate.
Neither futlgue nor pains, however,
nor the strangeness of being packed
sardinellkc under canvas, nor the
howls of coyotes, kept Madeline's
guests from stretching out with long,
grateful sighs, and one by one drop
ping Into deep slumber. Madeline
whispered a little to Florence, and
luughed with her once or twice, und
then the light flickering on the canvas
faded and her eyelids closed. Dark
ness and ronr of camp life, low voices
of men, thump of horses' hoofs, coyote
serenade, the sense of wnrnith and
sweet rest all drifted away.
When she awakened shadows of
swaying branches moved on the sunlit
cunvns above her. Slow, regulnr breath
ing nttested to the deep slumbers of
her tent comrades. She observed pres
ently Mint Florence was missing from
the number. Madeline rose and peeped
out between the flaps.
An exquisitely beautiful scene sur
prised nnd enthralled her gaze. Eager
to get out where she could enjoy nn
unrestricted view, sho searched for
her pnek, found It In a corner, and
then hurriedly nnd quietly dressed.
Ilcr favorite stag-hounds, Hubs and
Tartar, were asleep before the door,
where they hnd been chained. She
awakened them and loosened them,
thinking the while Mint It must have
been Stewart who hnd chained them
near her. Close at band nlso wns a
cowboy's bed rolled up In n tarpaulin.
The cool nlr, fragrant with plno and
spruce and some subtle nnmeless tang,
sweet and tonic, made Madeline stand
erect nnd breathe slowly and deeply.
It wns like drinking of n magic
draught. She felt It In her blood, Mint
It quickened Its flow. Turning to look
In the other direction, beyond the tent,
she saw the remnnnts of Inst night's
temporary camp, nnd farther on a
grove of benutlful pines from which
came the sharp ring of the nx. Wider
gaze took In n wonderful park, not
only surrounded by lofty crags, but
full of crngs of lesser height, many lift
ing their heads from dark green groves
of trees. The morning sun, not yet
nbove the eastern elevntlons, sent Its
rosy nnd golden shnfts In between the
towering rocks to tip the pines.
Mndellne, with the bounds beside
her, walked through the nearest grove.
The ground wns soft and springy and
brown with pine-needles.
Florence espied her under the trees
and came running. She wns like n
young girl, with life nnd color nnd Joy.
Sho wore u limine! blouse, corduroy
skirt, nnd moccasins. And her hair
wns fastened under a band like an In
dian's. "Castletoirs gono with a gun, for
hours, It seems," snld Florence. "One
Just went to hunt him up. The other
gentlemen nre still asleep. I Imnglne
they sure will sleep up heali In this
Then, business-like, Florence fell to
questioning Madeline about details of
camp arrangement which Stewart,
and Florence herself, could hardly see
to without suggestion.
As the day advanced the chnrm of
t lie place grow upon Madeline. Even
at noon, with the sun beating down,
there was conifortnblo wnrmlh rather
than heat. It wns the kind of warmth
that Madeline liked to feel In the
Presently a chorus of merry calls
attracted her attention, nnd she turned
to see Helen limping along with Doro
thy, and Mrs. Heck nnd Edith sup
porting each other. They were all
lested, but lame, and delighted with
tho place, and as hungry as bears
iwakened from n winter's sleep.
Then they hnd dinner, olttlng on tho
..'round after the innnner of Indians;
L ind It was a dinner that lacked merri
ment nnlv because ever body was too
busily appeasing appetite.
For a few days the prevailing fen
tuies of camp life for Madeline's
guests were sleep and rest. The men
were inure visibly affected by the
mountain air than tho women.
This languorous spell disappeared
presently, and then the days were full
of life mid action. Necessarily, of
course, Madeline and her guests were
now tin own much In company with
the cow Imys. And the party grew to
bo like ntie big family.
Madeline found the situation one of
keen ail double Interest for her. If
before she bail cured to study her
cowboys, particularly Stewart, now,
with the contrasts afforded by her
guests, she felt by turns she was
iimuscd and myall tied and perplexed
mid saddened, and then again subtly
From the thought of Stewart, and
the watchfulness growing out of It,
she discovered more ubout him. He
was not happy; he often paced up nnd
down the grove nt night; he absented
himself from enmp sometimes during
tho afternoon when Nels and Nick
und Monty were there; he was always
watching the trails, as If he expected
to see sniiie one come ruling up. ne
alone of the cowboys did not Indulge
In the fun and ta'. ; around the camp
fire. Ho remained i.rcoceupled and sad,
and wus always lon'cing away Into dis
tance. Madeline 1 ml a strange sense
of his guardianship over her; and, re
membering Don Cn los, she Imagined
he worried a g.ind deal over his
charge, and, Imbed, over the safety
of all the party.
A favorite lounging spot of Made
line's wus a shaded niche under the
leu of ciugs facing the east. Here In
the shade of afternoon, she and Edith
would often lounge under a low
branched tree. Seldom they talked
much, f.ir It was afternoon and dreamy
with the strange spell of this moun
tain fastness. There was smoky haze
In the alleys, a fleecy cloud resting
over the peaks, a sailing eagle In the
lilun skv silence that wus the un
broken silence of the wild heights,
nnd a soft wind laden with Incense of
One nfternoon, however, Edith ap
peared prone to talk seriously.
"See here, Mnjesty Hiitiiniotid.doyoii
Intend to spend the rest of your life
In this wilderness?" she asked, bluntly.
Maihiine was silent.
"Oh. It Is glorious! Don't misunder
stand me, dear," went on Edith, earn
estly, as she laid her hand on Made
line's. "This trip has been a revela
tion to me. I dhl not tell you, Mnjesty,
that I was 111 when I arrived. Now
I'm well. So well! Look nt Helen,
too. Why, she wns n ghost when we
got here. Now she Is brown nnd strong
und beautiful. If It were for nothing
else than this wonderful gift of health
I would love the West. Hut I have
come to love It for other things even
spiritual things. Mnjesty, I have been
studying you. I see and feel what Mils
life has made of you. When I came I
wondered at your strength, your viril
ity, your serenity, your happiness. And
1 was stunned. I wondered nt the
causes of your change. Now I know.
You were sick ai Idleness, sick of use
lessness, If not of society sick of the
lmrilule noises and smells nnd contacts
one can no longer escape In the cities,
I am sick of all that, too, and I could
tell you many women of our kind who
suffer In a like manner. You Have
done what many of us want to do, but
have not the courage. You have left
it. I nm not blind to the splendid dif
ference you have made In your life. I
think I would have dlscovoredfeven If
your brother had not told me, what
good you have done to the Mexicans
und cattlemen of your range. Then
you have work to do. Thnt Is much the
secret of your happiness, In It not?
Tell me. Tell me something of what it
means to you?"
"Work, of course, hns much to do
with any one's happiness," replied
Madeline. "No one can be happy who
has no work. As regards myself for
the rest I cun hardly tell you. I have
never tried to put It In words. Frank
ly, I believe, If I had not' had money
that I could not have found such con
tentment here. That Is not In any
seiM' a Judgment against the West.
Hut If I had been poor I could not
have bought nnd maintained my ranch.
Stlllwell tells me there are many
larger ranches Mian mine, but none
Jut like It. Then I am almost inly
ing my expenses out of my business.
Think of Mint! My Income, Instead of
biliig wasted, is mostly mired. I think
I hopo I am useful. Of course my
ranch and range nre renl, my cowboys
are typlenl. if I were to tell you how
1 feel about them It would simply he a
story of how Madeline llnnimond sees
the West. They are true to the West.
It Is I who am strange, nnd whut I
feel for thom may be strange, too.
Edith, hold to your own lunptesslons."
"Hut, Majesty, my Impressions have
changed. At first I did not like the
wind, the dust, the sun, the outliers
open stretches. Hut now 1 do like
them. Where once I saw only terrible
wastes of barren ground, now I see
beauty and something noble. Then, at
lust, your cowboys struck me as dirty,
rough, loud, crude, savage all that
wus primitive. Hut 1 was wrong. I
have changed. The dirt was only dust,
and this desert dust Is clean. They
are still rough, loud, crude, and savage
In my eyes, hut with a difference. They
are natural mou. They uro llttlo chil
dren. Monty Price Is one of nature's
noblemen. The hard thing Is to dH
cover It. All his hideous person, all
his actions and speech, are masks of
bis real nature. Nels Is a Joy, a sim
ple, sweet, kindly, quiet nian whom
some woman should have loved. What
would love have meant to him! Ho
(old mo that.no woman ever loved liiui
except his mother, and he lost her
when he was ten. Every miin ought to
be loved especially such a mini as
Nels. Somehow his gun record does
not Impress mo. 1 never could believe
ho killed it mini. Then take your fore
man, Stewart. He Is a cowboy, his
work and life the same as the others.
Hut he has education mid most of the
graces wo are In the habit of saying
make a gentleman. Stewart Is a
strange fellow, Just like this strango
country- He's a man, Majesty, und I
nilmlre him. So, you see, my Impres
sions are developing with my stay out
here. I like the country, I like the men.
One reason I want to go home soon
Is because I urn discontented enough
nt home now, without falling In love
with the West, for, of course, Majesty,
I would. I could not live out here.
And that brings me to my point. Ad
milling all the beauty, and charm and
wholcsoiiieness and good of this won
derful country, still It Is no place for
you, Madeline Hammond. You have
your position, your wealth, your name,
your family. You must marry. You
must have children. You must not
give up all that for u quixotic life In a
"I urn convinced, Edith, that I shall
live here all I he rest of my life."
"Ob, Majesty! I hate to preach ibis
way. Hut I promised your mother I
would talk to you. And the truth Is I
lint I hate whnt I'm saying. I envy
.von your courage and wisdom. 1 know
you hare refused to marry I'.o.vil Har
vey. I could see that In his face. I
believe you will refuse CnsMeton.
Whom will you marry? What chance
Is there for a woman of your position
to mary out here? What In the worlcj,
will become of you?"
"(Julcn sube'f" replied Madeline,
with a smile that was almost sad.
Not so many hours after Mils con
versation with Edith Madeline sat with
Hoyd Harvey upon the grassy promon
tory overlooking the west, and she
listened once again to his hiiave courtship.
Suddenly she turned to him and
said, "Hoyd, If I married you would
you be willing glad to spend the rest
of your life here In the West?"
"Majesty!" he exclaimed. There
was iininze In the voice usually so even
and well modulated ainiizo In the
handsome face usually so Indifferent.
Her question hnd startled him. She
saw him look down the Iron-gray cliffs,
over the barren slopes and cedurcd
ridges, beyond the enctus-covered foot
hills to the grim and ghastly desert.
Just then, with Its red veils of sunlit
dust-clouds, Its Illimitable waste of
ruined and upheaved earth, It was n
"No," he replied, with a tingle of
shame In his chock.
Madeline said no more, nor did he
speak. She was spared the puln of re
fusing him, and she Imagined he would
never ask her again. There was both
relief and regret In the conviction.
It was Impossible not to like Hoyd
Harvey. He was handsome, young,
rich, well born, pleasant, cultivated
he wus nil Mint made n gcntleniun of
his class. He wus considered a very
desirable and eligible young num.
Madeline admitted all this.
Then she thought of things that
were perhaps exclusively her own
strange Ideas. Hoyd Harvey's white
skin did not tan even In this south
western sun and wind. His hands
were whiter Minn her own, nnd us soft.
They were a proof Mint he never
worked, ills fnitne was tall, graceful,
elegant. It did not bear evidence of
ruggedness. He had never Indulged In
a spurt more strenuous thiin yachting.
He hated effort nnd activity, lie rode
horseback very little, disliked any but
moderate motoring, spent much Mine
In Newport and Europe, never walked
when he could help it, and hail no am
bition unless it were to pass the days
pleasantly. If he ever had any eons
they would be like him, only a genera
lion more toward the Inuvitnblo extinc
tion of his race.
Madeline returned to camp In Just
the mood to make a sharp, deciding
contrast. It happened fatefully, per
hapsthat tho tlrst man she saw was
Stewart. Stewart was a combination
of lire, strength, and action. These at
tributes seemed to cling about him.
There was something vital and com
pelling lu his ptesence. In him Mnde
llne saw the strength (if his forefa
thers unimpaired. The life in him was
Madeline llainuioud compurcd the
man of the Eust with the man of tho
West ; and that comparison was the
last parting regret for her old stand
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there ueeduth no lvle-buah."
Don't Hide Them With a Veil; Remove
Them With Othine-Double Strength
This preparation for the treatment ot
freckles Is usually no successful In removlnr
freckles and ulvlnir a clear, beautiful com.
plexlon thnt It Is sold under k-uarantes to
rofund the money If It fulls.
Don't hide your froctcles under a veil;
ret nn ounce of Othino nnd remove them.
Kven th first few applications should show
a wonderful Improvoment, some of tt
llBhter frccitles vanishing ontlrely,
n sure to nik tho rtruRKlt for the
flouhle-Biremith Otlilne It N thti that li
lolil on the money-hack Ruarantee.
Skin Tortured Babies Sleep
Soap 25c, Oinlmeot 25 and 50c,Talcma 25c.
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