The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-01-06
NOVEL HAS
LOCAL CO[0R|NG
1.-THE CHRYSALIS," WRITTEN BY
HAROLD KRAMER, USES WE
NATCHEE AND BIG BEND COUN.
TRY FOR SCENE OF STORY.

the Morning Times of Frankfort, Ind,
who passed three years in the North
west in the early '90s, uses Spokane
and the surrounding country within
a radius of $50 miles, including the
Wenatchee Valley. for the scenes and
story in "The Chrysalis," novel
bearing the imprint of Lothrop, Lee
& Shepard, Boston, to be issued early
in April.
During Mr.Kramer's stay, II years
ago, more than tradition remained OF
the frontier, and as he came to seek
a few thrills, after finding things too
tame in Indiana, he could not resist
the temptation to get closer to ma
ture. These seasons of reality" as
he terms 1t, were taken at intervals
while he was doing newspaper work
in Spokane. For weeks at time he
laid aside the pen for the Quirt, and
with sombrero and chaps passed
days on the back of broncho and the
nights under the canopy Of the heav-
ems
While gathering material for his
forthcoming book, Mr.. Kramer came
within an inch of losing his life
which he was risking to save his
| friend Brandenburg, companion
on these jaunts. He and Brandon
burg were riding through the Big
Bend country and came to a stream,
swollen to a torrent by recent rains
1t was necessary to ford it or remain
on its banks Indefinitely, and between
the two evils their young blood
quickly decided on the former.
They were on their knees in the
saddles and had reached mid-stream
when the current swept Branden-
burg's pony off it's feet, and in mo-
torrent. He was unable to swim and
his chaps were dragging him to death
when Kramer turned his pony down
stream and endeavored to reach his
companion with his rope. but the con-
jitions were not such as to make a
good throw possible. The look of de-
spair ON the face of the drowning
man caused Kramer to drop the rope
and to plunge into the stream. He
succeeded in grasping his companion
and, after a desperate struggle, both
reached shore about as nearly dead
as alive
BY an odd trick of fate Brandon
burg was able to repay this service
few months later, when the two,
who were always together on these
expeditions, were duck hunting in
Rock lake region in eastern Wash
ington That region, which is one of
remarkable scenic beauty, was at one
time the haunt Of the worst gang of
cattle rustlers the northwest had
ever known, and but few people aside
from crooks or sheriffs' possess ever
venturej there. Ducks were plenti-
full and the young men scorned eau
ton. They were on horseback,
armed with shotguns. Late in the
afternoon they rode out of small
canyon into a broad, level space,
walled in byrocks, and with anoth-
er canyon for an outlet a short dis
lance farther on.
1t was a new locality to the hum
ters, and they paused to inspect it.
Scarcely had they done so when they
heard shouts off to their left. Look
ing in that direction, they saw five or
six men standing beside a log shack.
One of the men was shouting some
thing which the distance made unin-
telligible to the hunters, but they
understood by the waving of the
mans arm that he was ordering
them to leave
"Rustlersi" said Brandenburg.
THAT for them" replied Kramer
raising his fingers to his nose and
giving them a wiggle, that in his boy
hood days had been considered ex-
pressive.
1t proved effective, at least. for his
thumb scarcely had left Kramer's
nose until two rifles cracked, and
the crash of the bullets against the
rocks beside the hunters showed that
the firing was not in fun. They real
lied that they had business else
where, and wheeled their horses to
look after it, when Kramer's cayuse
frightened by the firing, began to
buck. The rider was burdened with
a shotgun, and, being taken by sur
prise, he soon lost his stirrups, and
the next plunge of the pony sent him
sprawling.
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