Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-01-15

vi NiASAA 10y
to call upon sick man at the Two Bar
x ranch. "You never saw a storm in
this country, did you? Well, it is some
thing worth seeing and keeping out OF
the way of. 1t comes up suddenly-yery
and the rain falls in chunks for a lit
tie while, then it suddenly ceases, and
one thinks that the end of it, but it
isn't. Presently the canyons and ravines
become flooded with water, and each
one becomes the bed of a torrent. And
the waterways on the lower levels-l
have seen rocks weighing tons carried
down through them by the wall of wa
ter. As a matter of fact-by Jovei' he
interrupted himself suddenly, THAT
storm we noticed over in the Bnrro
mountains awhile ago is coming this
way"
He was right. Inside Of five minutes
the storm had broken over them, and
they had to seek what shelter was afford
ed by the lee of rock that partially
overhung the trail. The storm was over
presently, the clouds, apparently with
out any impelling breeze, passing over
quickly and leaving the clarified atmos-
phere and a dim rainbow as reminders
of their visitation.
Come" said Bendixon, 1--WE must
hurry and get back to where we can
strike the hills. Hurryl"
Mrs. Harlan looked at him quizzically.
"The ideal" she said. 81 do believe
you re guying me. 4" And unassisted she
mounted her horse and was off up the
canyon before her companion could pro-
test.
In moment he was after her. She
saw him coming as she glanced behind
her, but she only laughed merrily and
urged her horse the faster. But little
Dick had other accomplishments besides
docility and intelligence. He could run,
and he ran now, so that presently he
was alongside Mrs. Harlan's mount.
"Comel' cried Bendixon hoarsely.
''There is no time. Turn your horseP'
Mrs. Harlan, seeing the look in his eyes,
tried to obey, but her horse had his
head and she could not stop him. She
turned a white, scared face toward
Bendixon, and he, nudging Dick bit
closer to the gray, reached out his arm,
grasped the slight form firmly, then
"Back, Dicky, back!" - and Dick,
wheeling like lightning, was running
like an antelope despite his double load,
down the canyon.
Chow silly we arep' calculated Mrs.
Harlan as they reached the top of one of
the hills back near the canyon s mouth,
and Bendixon released her. 81 think
you re trying to brighten me. Really
"Hush '' said her companion solemn
ly. "Do you hear that?''
The rocks of the canyon echoed low,
terrible roar, now loud, now more sub
dued, as the great body of water found
a narrow or wide passage. 1t came
rapidly nearer Mrs. Harlan, alive now
to the possible danger she had escaped,
sat with ears and eyes alert wondering
how long
Just then her horse came in sight,
turning a bend quarter of mile
above, racing for his life, and behind
him, not 100 yards, came a rolling,
tumbling wall of water DO feet high
Tensely they watched the unequal race,
but not for long. In few seconds the
flood overlook the poor animal, and
presently, shapeless mass, he was roll
ed by them in the torrent, along with
all the rocks and debris at the forefront
of the watery avalanche.
Now" began Bendixon, ''you
see''-
But his companion did not see. She
was crying.
1t was too much for Bendixon. In
second he was beside her, his arms were
about her, and she finished her cry ON
his shoulder. And that afternoon they
told their stories to each other-just
enough for each to know that the other
had suffered-as, the woman awkward
ly sitting sidewise on Dick, and the
man walking beside, they went back to
the Wheatley place together.
"Some duck gives it out t. me-" said
Dan, the bartender, to one of Bendix-
on's men who dropped in one quiet
evening, chit Boston's got riv'l over
t. Wheatieys.'
Boston's men were loyal, and this one
merely gave the bartender an inquisi-
tive look.
"Ya-as," continued Dan, setting up
the whisky bottle, 81 gifts it straight
th't this bloke is tn same one th't her
an 'er oil man splits up on, an th't she's
go'n t. marry i'm soon's she gifts er de-
vorce. -
Mr.. Bendixon's cowhand merely
vouchsafed noncommitally, 9Th hellp'
and went out to where his cayuse was
tied, mentally resolving, however. to
learn more about the matter.
Boston had met the distinguished
looking stranger two or three times, but
tonight he noticed, or thought he no.
ticed, for the first time a certain con-
straint in the manner of his sweetheart
toward himself, and vague, wonder
ing jealousy took possession of him.
Who was this fellow Bement anyway
this gray haired. blase man of the
world? What was he doing at the
Wheatleys? He had not thought to ask