Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1917-07-20

fallen snow from the face OF the earth
as the sea-gale, fattening the face of
the waters. rips the foam from the
frantic waves to drive it in wild, scud-
ding fragments across them.
De Spain. urging his horse forward,
unbuckled his rifle holster, threw away
the scabbard. and holding the weapon
up in one hand. fired shot after shot
at measured intervals to attract the
attention of the two he sought. He ex-
hausted his rifle ammunition without
eliciting any answer. The wind drove
with roar against which even a rifle
report could hardly carry, and the
snow swept down the sinks in a mad
blast. Flakes torn by the fury of the
gale were Stiffened by the bitter wind
into powdered ice that stung horse and
rider. Casting away the useless car.
bine, and pressing his hofse to the
limit of her strength and endurance,
/ the unylelding pursuer rode in great,
coiling circles into the storm, to cut
| in, if possible, ahead of its victims,
| firing shot upon shot frGm his revolver,
and putting his ear intently against
the wind for the faint hope of an an
swer
Suddenly the Lady stumbled and, as
he cruelty reined her. slid helpless and
scrambling along the face of fiat
| rock. De Spain, leaping from her
back, steadied her trembling and
looked underfoot. The mare had
struck the rock of the upper lava bed.
Drawing his revolver. he fired signal
! shots from where he stood II could
not be far, he knew, from the junction
of the two great desert trails-the
Calabasas road and the gap road. He
felt sure Nan could not have got much
north of this, for he had ridden In des-
peration to get abreast of or beyond
her. and if she were south, where, he
asked, in the name Of God, could she
| be?
He climbed again into the saddle
the cold was gripping his limbs-and
watching the rocky landmarks narrow.
ly, tried to circle rhe dead waste OF
the half-buried flow. With chilled
awkward fingers he filed the revolver
again and rode on, discharging it every
minute, and istening-hoping against
hope for an answer. 1t was when he
had almost completed, as well as he
could compute, the wide circuit he had
set out on, that faint shot answered
his continuing signals.
With the sound of that shot and
/ a NcTI - 1, ~
| came back. But he had yet to trace
through the confusion of the wind and
| the binding snow the direction of the
answering reports.
Hither and thither he rode, this way.
and that, testing out the location of
the slowly repeated shots, and signal.
ing at intervals in return. Slowly and
| doggedly he kept on, shooting. listen
! ing wheeling and advancing until, as
he raised his revolver TO fire 1t again,
a cry close at hand came out of the
storm. 1t was a wOmaus voice borne
on the wind. Riding swiftly to the
left, a horses outline revealed itself
at moments in the driving snow ahead
De Spain cried out. and from behind
the furious curtain heard his name,
loudly called. He pushed his STUN
bling horse on. The dim outline of
second horse, the background of wag-
on, storm-beaten man-all this
passed his eyes unheeded. They were
bent on girlish figure running toward
him as he slid stif1ly from the saddle.
The next instant Nan was in his arms