Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-05-08
THARON OF LOST VALLEY
BY VINGIE T.. ROE
,,oY o "The Maid of the Whispering His" "The Heart
of Night Wind etc.
By VINGIE Z. ROE
-,.,, ,g,o. oU Dodd. mead 4 COZ
arAnrs THE STORY

THIS STAh'o
.,,ron Last Is Que Of the ,9ondcrs
si ssa,i Waller. she aud oid arna
III noii' bio Jim Lasts honsehoiu.
'ys notorious, for hS ~" I'LL, I'LL
aud has controIted We ou.uv
v,ors. Bnt Gourtrey Seohs - III ii.
gysnro, ys her last lesson ~ shoot
S b,,ds 10 her his belt Of pis.
on, seeks 10 learn the name ot
u,rc, ~, and voVs to get htnt."
mhra,,,,,Lc have been setsed, and
70 Opii raiis oyt her thirty followers
nIon '%onrtrcy. Thdron rides ~
dev 10 chased by Courtrey. she
dsaa tbe cdbta OF the mon ~ "nt'
ps u.ryh Courtrey q fet1 ydrds DC.
W WiTbotD sho says, "is the man
"ooir1 10 XII some ddB'
.~p HERE TT CONTINUES
Ss and threats and racing horses
~, = woman for n prize became or
,romen, natural events In this hid
setting , IT.,
" n, in her face again and saw
,vse,ness and strength. and grim
,oso beyond his conception. He
that her words were DOWNRIGHT
,,o, they meant no moro to her
duty to be done, a conscience
-od of debt. lie glanced at the hand
go quietly on the pommel and
,m Of il as stained with blood
fancy he frowned and mentally
X himself.
,sn with an impulse wholly beyond
,or,n,ond, he reached up and laid HE
hand over that one on the pom
,ss Last" he said gravely, Il have
,ords TO express what feel this mo-
about Lost Valley and It's peopi,.
you get down and let me show
nv house. here in my glade?'
baron sat quietly for a moment ana
al down at him. She did not re
her hand from under his. neither
sbe seem to be conscious of 1t.
yhy should II" she asked presently,
don't owe me anything. I sent
away fr1m my house. ! wouldn't
come hero IL I'd known where I
goln'. 1t was a chance"
,ranted. And yet want you to
\ across my threshold. to sit in my
chair, viii you Gomez
pv.r IN her nte had the girl heard
bw a voice II was soft and gentle,
It's stiffness THO i1ian himself was
,e Lost Valley men. He wore the
.drab trousers of the semi-military
orm, the leather legglngs, tan
Ter belt and soft woolen shirt OF
same drab color.
lay open at the throat, and the base
Is strong neck was white as a wom-
The dark eyes upturned TO hers
deep and winning. The dark
d showed through his sharply
en- cheeks where the red blood
I'd, like dusky shadows.
strange man. surely.
haron wondered what made him SO
rent from other men she had known.
q was Billy who had come into
Valley from somewhere below"
Conford and Curly. Jack Mas
had been born In the Valley. So
Bent Smith. These men were her
like herself and Jim Last. This
was from below" too, yet he was
e.
hlle she studied him he met her
Re with the same grave look.
ELI from the saddle, dropped El
8 rein, and stepped around his
lder
Il right" she said briefly. "but I
stay any longer than l let you
r the first time Kenset laughed.
wenty minutes, them he said, II
think you let, mo exceed that
led the way to the door. stopped
and let her enter. AS she did 30
passed close TO him and caught
scent Of him the clean soft smell
shaving soap, blended with the
ha Of good tobacco.
lat, too, was different,
side the cabin there was a sense of
tort, OF brightness, The long pen
> like captured =. raipbpSs, tackled
no rough walls, the soft toned
Is, the gay cushions, all these lent
lr Of permanence, Of home, that she
never before seen In a mans
that same half -tnsoient stare
b had greeted Kenset' at the Hold
that memorable day. it'
len she went slowly forward and
down In the big chair by the table.
ls man stood In her presence for a
ent, thereby giving subtle effect
eference which was not wholly lost
Tharon. though she would have
at loss to define II.
zen, he, too. sat down on the edge
ne table desk In the corner. and
folded arms waited while she An
her scrutiny Of the interior.
am proud VI my home, Miss Last"
Rld presently. What do you think
think" said Tharon slowly. that
'oks like there's a woman some
Is time Eenset laughed In earnest,
lging peal that startled El Rey at
hanS.
here Is. said the man, "assuredly."
Sron turned her head and looked
nIy over her shoulder.
yhereE' sho asked in surprise.
mere IN my big chair"
III meant "a woman livin' here,
'oman who owns the pretties."
q she waved a hand at the gay fur
." said Kenset, these are all my
pretlles' have books. as you see,
ny y, maps and several more pictures
UP, not 10 mention some Mexican
ay mat brought from Ciudad
20 ana my chiefest treasure, n
uy from France. That last j can't
70 upon ] have two splendid spaces
" lhere between the northern win
srd tdae'nE the door, and yonder ut
ehd. Perhaps you Will be good
~ 10 help me choose"
e'e was bcyish eagerness- in his
wy you? After while, I mean,
,s,.5 soS ,n nave rested from your ride"
are SSpSn looked at him In wonder. That
'au peen like wine to her, a stimu
n her b"S Hot mat sent the blood pound
Ssdn IN Ine excitement had fallen a sub.
of however, a hush, with the
1t had dS no, 30 close behind El Rey.
WOULD have felt like a wound'un
mgISent with energy, filled with
"a, que was always 40 when III
q o. peMea'h rnHe,a'h her And this stranger
~. n.y. without thought Of rest f''e
RI H., shs said, IN HELM Won 4, 7
n. snr, WHAT'S this thingY'
tly "I OF plcture? replied Ksn.et
il von,RR picture woven In cloth. Buf
brsssd' bs ! DC so kind, ] want YOU 10
d moi h wlth me, You said wa
lat, Tbs.i friends, I'm not SO sure
and ss, Is nothing like a mans
p sat ior the refutation of
jns slipped off the desk Wit, ,,,,.
ns or his body bmt rri.h llthe