White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1921-02-20

men pressing up. This threatened
them all. Blinn's ranch lay In the
rayaged sixth district. Nothing would
save him. Youngberg belonged to
water company number one: their
bitches would go. HOLSTER aud VIII.
son of the Palo Verde saw ruin ahead
of them. Each man was yisualizIng
the mad onward sweep of that de-
stroying power. Like ghosts, the
women huddled In the dust-blown
road.
"Where is 1t noW?' demanded Blinn.
Its here, right on rs. You're all
needed Mt the ~leyee," bawled Mac
Lean.
The levee, There was n dash for
buggies, Il scraping of wheels. the
%whinnying of frightened horses. Some
one recalled the flashes of light they
had seen on leaving town. "what
were those lights-signals?"
'From the w~ater-tower.' MacLean's
voice split the wind. The wires are
all down between the Crossing and tho
towns. Coronel Mas on the tower-he
got the signal from the IIending-he's
been there each night for a week ~
This was u great night-for his chief,
Richard.
Gerry Hardin caught the thrill of
his hero-worship. How splendid, how
triumphant
Innes found herself in her brothers
buggy Ills horse, under the whip.
dashed forward. Suddenly he pulled
il back on its launches. narrowly
averting n jam. where's Mac
Learn"
The boy rode back. who's call.
ing me?'
GIVE me your horse" demanded
Hardin. You take my sister home"
Gerty Hardin's party was torn like
n bow OF useless finery. Facing the
wind how. no one could talk NJ one
wanted 10 talk. Each Wa threshing
out his own thoughts, personal ruin
stared them In the face. Every mau
was remembering that reckless ex
posed cut of Hardln's: plnning their
hope 10 that riliculed leyee. The
horses broke into a reckless gallop.
the huggies lurching wildly rs they
lodged one another. The axles
creaked aud strained. The Wind tore
away the hats Of the women, rent
their pretty chiffon wells.
The dusty road was peopled with
dark fornless shapes. The signals
had spread the alarm; the desert
world was flocklng ;o the gorge of the
New river. Ia the lcvee.
The women wer- dumped without
ceremony ON the sidewalk. under thu
screened bird cage Of the Desert
hotel. Shiyering. her pretty teeth
ehatterlng, Gerry Hardin ushered
them into the deserted hall. Tho
Chinese cook snorcd away his vigil In
nm armchair by he open fire. Tho
men had rushed awny 10 the lcvee.
women pnst wait. Gerty's laugh
was hystericaL we can do no good
Town there" She threw herself. con-
scious of heroineshIp. Into the ordeal
VI her spoilt entertainment.
II was always m Incoherent dream
tn hines Hardin. That Wild ride home
wnrd, the lurching scraT-ng buggies,
the npprehcnslye silence. this budding
Of women like scared rabbits around a
table that had else been gay. Tho
women's teeth shiycred over the Ices.
Their faces looked CHASTITY by he light
shed by Gerty's green shades. She
wished she were at the lcyce. She
simply must go To the levee. I'm CO.
ing TO get n wrap she threw TO Gerry
rs she passed. Il left 1t In the hall"
She stole through the deserted Of.
fee. past the white and silver soda
fountain. and out into the speeding
blur OF the night. Formlcss shapes.
s~oft-footed. passed her. As she sped
past the Freech windows of the din
ing room she could get u view OF the
shattered party.
Innes made n dive into the darkness.
There was n dim outline Of Fastening
figures In front of her. She could
hear some n breathing heavily by
her side. They kept apace. stumbling.
occasionally. the moving gloom betrny-
Ing their feet. A man came running
back toward the town. ITS cutting
back lie cried. Nothing but the
leyee will save the townsl"
The ievee,
The harsh breathing followed her.
As they passed the wre;ched hut Of a
Mexican gambler. a sputtering light
shone out. Innes looked back. She
saw the wrinkled face OF coronei. who
had left his water tower. His black
coarse hair was streaming In the
wind. his mouth, ajar. was express
sionless. though the fulhlment of the
Great Prophecy was ut hand. Beneath
the ch~eek-splotches of green and red
paint rested n curious dignity. The
Indian was to come again into his own.
What was his own. she questioned.
rs her feet stumbled over loosened
boarding. a ditch crossing she had not
seem. Moro corn naphano ,u... A.