The Raymer enterprise., 1919-06-26

"Estrada's business methods were
then not different from Sather's and
Hardin'sw It was deep. rich organ
"Oh, you can't class Hardin with
sather." protested Richards compan-
ion. "Sather used Hardin. Hardin's
honesty cannot be quextloned. It's no,
moneys he's after. His whole hear,
is In this reclamation scheme"
"Hardin's q false ALARM" growied
the owner Of the massive head. He
makes promises. He never keeps
them" ---a--
The older mans smile was tolerant
Barton" he indicated. '1s the presi,
dent Of the water companies. And II
you want to hear about q rogue and a
scoundrel ask the water companies
their opinion Of Hardin
well. what sort OF a hole has he
got US IntoT demanded the other with
heat.
"Hardin's In a hole himself.
"No one seems to remember that he
erucified himself to save the valley
I've a great respect for Thomas Har.
iin."
"Yesf" returned Rlckard. whose Tx,
Ing had been captured by the speaker
The impression OF distinction sharp.
ened. The stranger wore q laundered
pongee silk shirt, open at the neck bu,
restricted by brown silk tie; and I,
was trinity belted. There were bu,
two necities In the entire car, and
they occupied. Rlckard observed. the
same seat.
"The beginning Of the canal sys
tenn"
Rickard looked out upon dat. one.
toned country. marked on In rec.
tangles by plows and scrapers. Far.
ther south these rectangles were edged
by young willows. He fancied be
could see. even at that distance, the
CLEAN OF water.
1t was the passing Of the desert. A
few miles back he had seen the deser,
in its primitive nakedness. which no,
even cactus relieved. He was passing
over the land which man and horses
were preparing for water. And he
could see the land where water was.
THAT was the way Riverside looked
when l first saw IT," commented the
other man who wore tie. Come out
on the rear platform. We can see bet
ter"
Rlekard followed to the back OF the
dust-swept, sitting car. The glare on
the platform was intense. He stood
watching the newly made checkerboard
of a country slip past him. Recedine
were the two lines Of cleaning steel
rails which connected and separated
him from the world outside. He was
going In" Not In Mexico even had
he such a feeling Of ultimate remote.
ness. The mountains. converging per.
spectively toward the throat OF the
valley. looked elusive and unreal In
their gauze draperies OF rose and vio.
let. The tender hour Of day was cloth.
ing them with mystery. softening their
sharp outlines. They curtained the
world beyond. Rickard felt the sus-
pense OF the next act.
II was torpid Imagination, be
thought, which would not quicken over
this conquest OF the desert. East OF
the tract men and teams were prepar-
ing the newly furrowed ground for the
seed. The curved land knives were
breaking up the rich mold into ridges
VI soft soil as uncohesive and feathery
as pulyerized chocolate. 1t was the
dark color OF the chocolate OF com.
merce, this silt which had been Dill.
fered from the states through which
the yagrant river wandered. The smell
Of the upturned earth, sweetly damp.
struck against his nostrils. Rlckard
INDUCED minute of whimsical fancy
this was California territory over
which his train was passing. but the
soil, that dark earth those blades we're
crumbling, was It not the tribute OF
other states, Of despolling Wyoming.
of ravishing Colorado and Arizoual
To the west new squares were being
leyeled and outlined. Shrubby rec
tangles were being cleared Of their ere
osote bush and tough mesquite. Com.
pared with other countries. the prepa-
ration for planting was the simplest.
Horses were dragging over the ground
Il railroad rail bent into V angle.
which pulled the bushes by the roots
and dragged them out of the way. Be
yond. farther west. could be seeu the
untouched desert. The surface for
many miles was cracked by water
lines, broken and baked into irregular
sand cakes; the mark of sand which
has been imprisoned by water and
branded by swift heat.
Close by men were putting ln with
care the seed that was to quicken the
river silt They were passing a square
where the green tips OF the grain
were piercing the ground. Now they
were abreast Of field Of matured al
falfa over which the wind raced CRATE
fully. Desert and grain field: death
and life! The panorama embraced the
whole cycle.
They went back to their seats. After
a few minutes the other leaned oyeI
his shoulder, his hand waving toward