New Britain herald., 1921-09-02

tlon- Since you, too. like horses"-- Any excuse is better than none.' she commented, with returning acer. pity.
 That's the idea" He nodded cheerfully But the burning question Of the moment is how to get that superwagon of mine ashore" Your load-heavy or Hght?" Compared to lighter things heavy" The circumspect answer was accompanied by a sigh. Since you snow an interest. we carry galvanized steel pipes, to be used as water sign posts on the desert''
 She turned quickly and looked hin, over again. from Panama to puttees
 So you-you are the sign-post man?"
 At last you really get mel Would I need to be so bright, to get a sign-post man? Besides, we heard that you were coming. It's to be hoped that you carry a Stop. Look, Listen!' against quicksand. if other mushers are as slow to recognize it as you
 'Unfortunately. Alonzo and I are equipped only to mark the desert water. However, I can have a. special sign for quicksand executed on my re- turn. if you think it advisable"
 "Oh. it's not likely that the regu- lar run of travellers will be dense enough to need it!'' Again she took aim at him. II was only thinking that if any more geological experts were to follow you"
 Instinctively artistic, Gloriana us- ually left something to the imagina- tion of those she met in verbal com haf
 cules truck had a special significance for Gloriana. It was in the desert waste of the Solemncholy Desert that her mother had perished four years before: supposed to have died of thirst and her body to have been buried by the shifting sands: and all because none of the party with whom the little lady had been travelling home from a visit to a sick relative was desert-wise enough to dig for water which was only 15 feet below their parched feet. These sign-posts, telling where to dig for water and in which direction to go for water, would prevent similar tragedies.
 Action was a strong point with Glory Taking the Indian with her for help she rode to a mule corral of her fathers not far off and. re- turning with 20 of these sturdy anil mals, directed the rigging of the stout tackle which was on the motor truck and presently had the cumber- ous machine safe on the bank.
 True to her West. she offered an invitation that Gilson and his com panion accept the hospitality of her father at Blaze ranch.
 You're from the East, aren't you, MT. Young Man?"
 This was the one gibe she allowed herself-and only after her invitation had been provisionally accepted and she was again astride Conf1agration-
 Washington, District of Columbia is my headquarters. but"
 Don't apologize. Somebody's got to live back East" she interrupted. Come to see us when you're through tagging the desert. You haven't horses to feed. but Hercules may be thirsty for gasoline and we keep some always on hand-to run the pump
 Gilson checked her departure with a reminder.
 You spoke of revenge; might I be told just where that enters in?"
 Must I draw a diagram" she asked When the motor craze honked over the country it looked as though we horse folks were doomed to become also-rans. But there s still sweet revenge in finding an auto in trouble and yanking it out with mule-p power. Much obliged for to- days contribution"
 Don't mention it." he returned as she started her horse.
 He was left wondering whether or not she had heard his addendum Sweet revenge-In come back, Miss Frazer. for some of that of my own"
 Fortunately he did not care. The promise was made to himself. His mind was settled on that point. He certainly would come back.
 CHAPTER II.
 From the Beyond.
 When she reached the ranch-house Glory found her father-"BlaZe' Fra zer-waiting for her with a look of unusual solemnity upon his face.
 Taking one of her hands with strong pressure, he led her toward the single seat. Do you rem ember the color of the veil that was tied around your mothers hat the day