New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1919-05-23
CHAPTER xxx.
A Glimpse Of Freedom.

A Glimpse Of Freedom.
The siding was deserted. The Pal
myra had run cut to Tuscon. Marshall
had gone without apprehension. They
did not expect now to have setbacks
to have to extend the time set for the
ultimate diversion. The days were
flowing like oil. The encampment was
filling up with visitors, newspaper men
who came to report the spectacular
capture of the river.
Richards day badly begun, piled up
with vexatiOns. BY shutdown, he was
wet to the ska, and mad as a sick Ari-
iona cat.
In this %Jaundiced juncture. Mac
Lean. Jr., brought down his dispatches
to the river. He read of the burning
of a trainload of railroad ties. Richard
swOre.
Anything esse pleasant?"
"A letter ftOm the gOvernor-from
dad" MacLean read that his father
begged a small favor of Richard.
Godfrey. the celebrated English
Tenor. is on my hands. His doctors
nave been advising outdoor occupa-
ton, am sending him to you. ask
ing you to give him any job you may
have. He is willing to do anything.
Put him at something to keep him &C.
cupied."
MacLean saw Richards face turn
red. suffering cats, A WORKOUT
opera singer! What sort of an opera
does he think we're giving down here?
Why doesn't he send me a fur coat. or
IL pair of girl twins? Give the tenor
a role! Anything else? Pile 1t all
on"
"Oh, and one from Godfrey himself.
He's in Los Angeles. He says he'll be
here tomorrow" He did not wait for
his chiefs reply.
At the supper table, Richard, dry
and in restored humor. alluded to the
invasion of high notes. "Pity the parts
are all assigned. The only vacancy
is in the kitchen. ! wonder how he
would like to be understudy to Ling!"
The next day when the incident had
been forgotten, and while Richard vas
at the Crossing on the concrete
gate, Godfrey blew into camp. He
vas like II boy out on a lark. His
eyes were dancing over the ad-
venture. He explored the camp and
back bubbling.
ITS the biggest l even saw. But say,
Junior, that's what they call YOU, |
isn't 1t? I'm the only idle man here.
you give me something to do?
I'll do anything. I'd like the boss to
find me busy when he ome in"
MacLean softened the offer. Perhaps
until Mr.. Godfrey learned the ropes he
could be of general use. They were
short-handed the present moment
here vas another hesitation-in the
Ling, the Chinese cook, was
,vercrowded-so many visitors
Great" crowed Godfrey, slapplng
him on the shoulder. ~ don't want to
eel in the way. l want to earn my
BOARD. Lead me to the cook !"
That evening. the dinner was helped
N its way by the best-paid singer of
england. In an apron. borrowed Of
ling, he was "having the time of his
ife." Ling, pretending to scold, had
'een won Immediately. Richard. hear
ng of the jolly advent, forgot his vex.
Ition. and Immediately on his return
made his way TO the mesquit Enclosure
greet the friend of George Mac
.ean.
After dinner, MacLean carried Off
is prize to the Delta, where Godfrey
armed his welcome. Gerry Hardin for
Ot to firt with the engineers; she
ad discovered n new sensation. The
,onderful voice twisted her heart.
II told her that the heart that
as truly loved never forgets, and she
new that she could never have really
)ved, yet, because the youth in her
eins was whispering to her that she
ould still forget. Godfrey saw a mo-
lie plaintive face turned up to the
ibbous moon; he swept it with thrills
fiushes. She was a wonderful au-
fence; she was also his orchestra. the
oman with the plaintive eyes,. He
on her expressions as though
he were a harp.
Later, he was presented to Mrs.
She told him that the camp
'ould no longer be dull; that she had
"a every afternoon in her ramada.
he convicted him archly of British
God. "She knew he must have his
"a !"
you American women are the won
ers of the world Nothing daunts you.
! the desert, and you give afternoon
I'll be there every dayl"
He gave her open admiration; she
oked young and wistful i'm her soft
owing mulls, the moonlight helping
er. She fell into a delicious furry of
and excitement. Later. she
andered with him from a rude gaping
orld into a heaven of silvered decks
I'd cleaning waters. He told her Of
mself, of his loneliness; his music
I'd dropped him to self-pity.
Gerry Hardin heard her bars drop
hind her. She snatched her first
impse of freedom.