Arizona republican., 1915-03-07

love, changes many man from stolid and unob- trusive citizen into parsonage. Gallon, without spectators, without audience in the desert had sud- denly become a parsonage He had killed Wilker- son, and the secret of his rich find was safe. Still with the blood lust in his heart, he pulled out the picture of little girl and passionately kissed it.
 You look like your mother, Ruth" he whispered. But while he yielding to this queer tender ness his former partner was struggling to his feet dizzy with pain. absolutely cowed by the shock of finding himself physically helpless, yet driven by instinct to find other human beings.
 At last he stumbled to his feet and peered across the mist-veiled valley. Far away he light. Gathering all his strength he started toward it. At times in moments when the deadly thirst which parched his throat allowed him to drink, he the glimmerng light which marked the place where he knew Gallon had gone Miles and hours became to him as nothing, yet finally through his sharpened senses he smelled water, and the was rising over San Jacnto Mountains he fell face downward into stream. Some instinct told him that towns were built on hills; that conse- Quently to find the town he should go up stream I'll get him yet,' he muttered.
 Far away the dimly lit desert another seeking the light It is true of lights and ideals that the farther you follow them the fainter they grow. and it with astonish- ment that Thomas Gallon suddenly found himself in the street of Vae Vista. He staggered toward the green light which marked the sherin's office. In there he found an alert deputy.
 Who are you?"
 I'm Gallon he said firmly. "The outlaws have got my partner and nearly got mel"
 The deputy looked at him shrewdly moment and seemed satisfied. An instant later he was on his feet, buckling his belt and revolver and in a second instant he had brushed his way past the old miner and bawling out into what appar- enty vacant street.
 afio ic ont in Qd fbo donn CyQf the sheriff. They have got this fellows partner" Then he turned to Gallon authoritatively and said:i How much did you have?"
 Nothing" said Gallon "We did not strike any, thing, but they thought we had
 But with quick gesture the deputy grasped Gal Ions wrist and opened his hand, disclosing mug get. Where did you get this?" he asked.
 The old man stared down stupidly at that warm bit of gold. Then he recovered himself and said quietly: T going to all I had"
 If that's all you had Matas did not get much Here the sheriff"
 This wasted time in preminaries. but quickly roared: Which way?"
 At the foot of San Jacinto Mountain on the upper level" Gallon stammered.
 It was but few minutes until the posse, Gallon riding stolidly extra horse, scam pering through the streets towards the mountains, now absolutely dark, the moon had set. Sheriff Hawkins not aware that they crossed @ wash pantlng, grOdnlng man was craving on HIS telly towards the solitary light which marked Valle Vista.
 The Search for the Dead. So this cavalcade made it's way through the fresh California dawn until there a sudden break in the mesa. The deputy threw out his hand. There are a hundred gulches in these mountains. Which enc is it, pardner?"
 At the word "pardner" Gallon pulled himself to- gether He must save the gold for Ruth; he must save his honor in order that she might not live dishonored as the daughter of murderer, and His horse stumbled and threw him. When he got up he gropingly pointed his hands towards the hills and muttered. That way, boys-thats where they got him." c Without further words the sheriff swerved his horse and led the way exactly if he saw 1t ahead of him, towards the mouth of the gulch where Gal lon and Wilkerson had made their camp
 Half an hour later the posse was grouped about the dead fire and the sheriff staring at blood stained blanket.
 There has been trouble" he said abruptly. Then he turned on Gallon.
 Why is this coffee hot?" he said, lifting up the pot. The brusque tones of the sheriff cut the silence that followed.
 q don't your man. don't understand this You are under arrest-for the murder of" He looked at Gallon and the old man involuntarily said: "Wilkerson."
 All day the sheriff, with Gallon his arms pin toned behind him, searched the gullies and gulches for the body of the man whose blood stained blanket they had found.
 When the full had risen, and the night life of the desert had begun. grotesque life. built of leetng forms and bizarre shadows, the sheriff called a halt up the canyon 7. On one side of the gulley on which they camped