The Washington herald., 1921-09-18
By CHARLES SAXBY

him for some tina the beat ef . horsss
hoofs, an oeeAdsnsi auise1ns word - M
rider urged It along tAS MARROW trsn- Thsn
suddenly he came upon her round . bend. his
pony shying violently In towards the bank a.
she stepped DOWN from the outer sdss 70 Let
II pass.
Leaning from his saddle. Terry Donohus
scanned her closely.
walking Ann. is that yout-Thank oodi-
Amen to that, though what # be about
don't rightly know" Ann answered
ITS mother-she has one Of her spells.-
he went hastily on. II was riding out to ses
II / could get some one from one Of the
ranches: there's only old reie<fors with hse
now"
Them Msztesns 10 no seed.' sniifsd Ann
IF you don't watch out shen b sscktn'
needles into your ma to drive cut ths dsv1
You take me right to her ...
That's sure . rslief- he sa,d - hs a.
mounted Give NE your pack Could you
ride my ponyf"
young fslier," returned Ann ssvsrsiy.
when the Indians quit the reservation back
In the eighties twas me- a. rid forty natls To
Laramie to take the word"
The moon was flooding the easoa - they
turned up It. the bare bank Of the tran Gisam-
ing ysliowly amongst the chaparrsi searist
stemmsd uaadronos With giossy leaves, mot
tied ghosts Of syoamorss ssrs with fan- rock
pinnacies fantastic and macabrs under the
eeris light Ann rode silently oonsidering
Jerry Donohus ~ he strove ahead. slim
legged, erect, her pack and blanket on his
shoulders.
so you rot back from Siberia at iastr
yep. Just my luck 10 get ssut thsre.s
-I Euess you b right Eiad to b back
II suppose so.-
Ann thought about that for . whine, feel
Ing dinly that this was q different Terry
from the irresponsible lad who had marched
away nearly three years before
Don't II seem rood 20 Be bounef-
1T ought to-" he answered duly: then
came . hotter tone: -Homsl Good God.
after all I've seen and been through. and
here they are IN the same old place with the
same old hats!-
well. you done . good work. lad. hslptn'
to make the world safs.- Ann soothed. but
the young fellows smo,dsrtnE resentment
burst cut again.
-Yea, sase for Fred Glynds and that Jap
partner Of his TO corral al the potatoes from
here 10 the Mexican line and hold up the
price"
Il could help break that II mother would
only listen" he went On. There's men
would finance me In putting . road through
the back range 70 strike the Q. p. 1t Carmslo:
Il would make the ranch worth hsn . million
at least. But no. mother must 20 out over
Las PsIomas or not st al. and here an,
poor a. q cholo. with al this land EoinE to
waste
He had turned standing bsreheaded On the
trail, the straightness Of his features aceen-
euated BY the deep shadows Of the moon, his
eyes blsckiy bright under blaeker ercws and
hair.
Even so his father might have stood be-
fore him. Ann thought: that dsad Terence
ponohue too handsons, too winning. too
impulsive-ln short. too Irish. Ellen FsI,
they said would have given the heart from
her body for him In those days II might
have been a match had not her sister Jane
returned suddenly from the east. In two
weeks Donohue had married and carried her
OF to the Nacimiento: q month later Ellen
had married old Peter Glynde Of Las Palo.
mas and promptly scaled its gates.
so yours ma sick ssain?" Ann oueried
AZ Terry turned once more to the trail
was you by any chance taIkin' o. leavtn'
the ranch?" .-.
He stopped In his tracks. casting q sur,
prised question over his shoulder, -. IS
What makes you AJAX that" ,.e- -
"Msyhap because Be q woman myself, :
said Ann shortly.
Topping the ridge, the trail descended te
the vale Of Naeimiento. A softer place. 9
richer luxurianee. It's arabic bottom land,
wreathed IN silver mist: fsr OF between tn.
slopes showed the dark line Of the sea: sin
gle light that told Of the P.lomas ranch
house and . ribbon Of faint sray that va,
the road Of hate. Down they went between
high hung orchards Of pear and pruns. ol
olives and almonds. or nss still heavy With
fruit A spicy breath Of pine. q minsling Of
palm. oranges, and untended shrubs, . long
low house half buried in purple crespers.
-. There's many = soul would think they