Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-14

1 That's my pencil" he thought duly.
 There is not another pencil in ,ais desert How can I write to Dolores if Old Man Gallon walks onT He took out of his pocket a worn leather wallet and drew out the pic. ture of a woman. whose calm. cold fea- lures, unadorned by the photographers art, were appealing to the man of his appettes.
 He looked at this a moment, and
 then an the morbid fire in his blood famed toward his heart Love, life | and happiness depended upon the pos session Of gold Therefore with this fire in his heart Wnkerson suddenly got that absolute thirst for gold which traverses deserts, which has killed more people than the armies of Eu. rope.
 And in his sudden access Of physical desire for gold in order to attain this woman he rose to his feet, and there came upon his face a swift expression. stealthy but determined
 He put the photograph away and pantherlike, stole into the shadow un- der the hill and toward the man who had been his partner, but whom he was resolved to kill He crept along. taking all precautions against disturb ing a single pebble, until he stood over Gallon, and in the full moonlight he saw that Gallon was drawing the plans and marking the locations of a mine.
 "How far" he thought forcofully to himself has the old man gone What gulch is this? What place is this? He has found the gold, and I'm going to have itr He still watched the pencil and saw him trace in rude letters:
 "This will make you happy"
 That moment Gallon saw Wilkersou smiling at him.
 Smiles and tears. sorrow and laugh. ter have made this world what 1t is, and the smile on the saurniue ylsage Of Wilkerson stirred Gallon to his depths Did Wilkersou know? Had Wllkerson seen? Was Ruth to lose the gold that he had found after all these years? Wilkerson had peered over his shoulder. Wilkerson! Wilkersonl Will Eerson! There must be no Wilkersonl He pulled out his revolver and fired at the man smiling at him from the shadow.
 Wilkerson empticd his revolver at the old man. But Gullop's trained eye. backed up by his overmastering pas sion, had directed his weapon too sure ly. Wilkerson realized that his ene- my's bullet had gone home.
 still with the blood lust in his heart Gallon pulled out the picture Of little girl and passionately kissed 1t.
 "Hou look like your mother Ruth" he whispered.
 But while he was yielding to this queer tenderness his former partner was struggling 10 his feet dizzy with pain, absolutely cOWed by the shock of finding himself physically helpless, yet driven by instinct to find other human beings. Where were theyf There was no sound on Che desert except the ustling of the dry leaves of the yuccas and the murmur of the cactus as 1t 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 he stumbled to bis feet and pcered across the mist yelled valley. Far away he saw a light Gathering all his strength, he started toward 1t, for it held out to him the prospect of help for his physical Injury and as be fingered his revolver be feyerishly dreamed of finding Gallon and so averaging himself
 Under the stars he tramped on. As men see their real world In miniature and their ideal world maguihed. 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 the purple black sky that he discerncd and in the midst of this Armament as fl horizons had been obiterated. he saw a solitary twinklinG light, which meant a human habitation
 'I'll get him yet" he muttered thick. ly. The mere act of articuatc speech died in his throat He realized that he had no water. and the overp0wering thirst burned in his very marrow.
 "l can't make it," he thought to him.