Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-07

That's my pencil" he thought duly | "Ihcre is not another pencil m this l desert How can l write To Dolores if 1 Old Man Gallon walks ont" He took out Of his pocket a worn ! leather wallet and drew ont the pie 1 ture of a woman. whose calm. cold fen. lures. uuadorned by the photographers ! alr. were appealing to the man of his appeutes
 l He looked at this a moment and ! then an the morbid fire in his blood ] famed toward his heart Love. lilc and happiness depended upon the pos i session of gold. Therefore with this ! fire in his heart. Wilkersou suddenly 1 got that absolute thirst for gold which 1 truverses deserts. which has killed
 more people than the armies of Eu rope
 1 And in his sudden access of physical desire for gold in order 10 attain this woman he rose Co his feet, and there i came upon his face a swift expression 1 stealthy but determined
 He put the photograph away and pautherike, stole into the shadow m der the hill and toward the man who had been his partner but whom hp
 was resolved to kiIl He crcpt along ! taking all precautions against disturb ! iug single pebble, until he stood over ! Gallon. and in the full moonlight hy suw that Gallon was drawing the plans and marking the locations of n mine. ( F.. himself. "has the old man gone Wha, gulch is thiss What place Is tmst He ] has found the gold and I'm going to have it"' He stlIl watched the pencil
 and saw him trace in rude letters
 "ihis win make yuu happy" That moment Gallon saw WukursOu smiling at him
 Smiles and tears. sorrow and laugh ter have made this world what it is and the smile on the saturnine visace Of Wilkerson stirred Gallon to his depths. Did WiikcrsOn know? Had WiIkersOu seenf Was Ruth to lose the
 gold that he bad found after all these yearsf Wlkersou had peercd over his shoulder Wilkersou Wilkersonl Will
 kersoul There must be no Wilkerson! He pulled out his revolver and fired
 at the man smiling at him from the
 shadow
 Wikerson emptied his revolver at
 the old man. But Gallons trained eye.
 backed up by his ovcrmastering pas
 sion. had directed his weapon too sure ly Wilkcrson realized that his ene-
 my's bullet had gone home.
 Sull with the blood lust in his heart. Gallon pulled out the picture of a little g.r and passionatcly kissed it "Nou look like your mother Ruth"
 he whispered.
 But while he was yielding tO this queer tenderness his former partner
 was struggling to his feet-dizzy with pain, absolutely coWcd by the shock of finding himself physically helpless. yet driven by instinct to Gud other human beings Where were they2 There was DO sound on the desert except the ustling of the dry leaves of the yuccas and the murmur of the cactus as it died Of drought He was really of two minds. One desire was to find the location of the gold. The other was to save his own life and assuage the bit. ter fast which he knew meant death.
 At last nc stumbled to his feet and pccred across the mist yelled valley
 Tar away be saw light Gathering an his strength, he started toward 1t. for it held out to him the prospect of help for his physical Injury. and as he fingered his revolver he feverlshly dreamed of fuding Gallon end SO averaging himself
 Under the stars he tramped on. As men see their real world in miniature and their ideal world magnlded. as we all do. the moon. flooding its light down upon his path. did not appear
 within his range of vision It was only the little pin points of stars in Che purple black sky that he discerned and ln the midst Of this Armament as 1T horizons had been .obliterated. he saw solitary twinkliug llght. which meant a human habitaliOn
 "I'l get him yet be mrttered thick
 ly. The roere act Of aruculate speech died in his throat He realized that be
 had no water and the OyerpOwering thirst burned in his very marrow
 'l can't make it." be thought to him.