Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-05-14

| distant, was SHAii'"' ''7
,,aves ot moments dimmed by clouds
80 dnyt that rushed acrnss the valley.
Ia souinted to find the path they had
.aLon last night through tina fog. with
,ho slpepers rising to find them.
dromedary with baskets and a
dr,yar was coming ont at the big gate,
on. n the south was a motionlesS
horsemsn the sun flashing from his
oliver md steel. tie seemed to be-
Guarding the horizon Hn was one of
tho scores who sought 0 trace of the
fugitlves. But nearer, along the road,
was a third rider, cantsYtng between
tbe green squares. Cons heart heat
Violently. He recognized the gray
cloak of his princess,
She rode under the full blaze OF high
morning sun. The pony moved brisk
~ The watcher was puzzled as to
why she came out in the great heat
leaving the shelter of the palace tiles.
she was alone, save for the far figure
of the sentinel. She was mounted per-
fectly. and this was comforting to Con,
who longed for more signs of her west
ern self. She reached the cut In the
hill the head of the ravine, and there
drew rein. Wildly he recalled that 1t
was the point of their first meeting,
where her uplifted right arm had
saved him, while with the left she con-
cealed her face.
He swore to himself that he was pre-
sumptuous In imagining she had rid
den there for any reason connected
with himself, unless she too was seek
ing TO discover the white disturbers Of
the empire and give them over to the
yizir. Con argued with himself that
she had gone to the ravine before she
knew he existed, that probably she
rode there each day for constitution.
al, since there was nowhere else to 60.
Yet his emotions had their final say.
Lifting himself out at the mouth of
the shaft, he glanced UP and around.
The sun was scorching. If he attempt
ed to move along the face of the hill
he would draw the eye of the sentinel
and the end would come quickly. Cons
turban and blouse were white and he
felt that he must be glowing like
gem on the dun hillside. Greater than
this difficulty was the fear that Helen
would ride on or turn back before he
could reach her. Nothing short of a
word with her would suffice, although
he could not recall that he had any
thing to say.
The shortest way out of sight was
I'D the hill and over the crest, and Con
began to worm upward as rapidly as
possible. The sand he loosened must
have made long stream downward. a
perfect mark If the sentinel glanced
that way. At the top, Lexington was
breathless, but not from exertion. He
was in furious excitement. Just q lit
tie way down the hill on the further
side, and he stood erect to look. Helen
was still at the head Of the ravine. He
bolted for the road that led up to her.
When he was quite close a timidity
caught him. a pleasant trouble. 1t was
the old gentleness where women were
concerned, the familiar fuilness in the
throat and the shyest look that ever
comes into the eyes of an adult male.
But here was also a new driving force,
reckless impulse. He would have
speech with her. princess or no. She
did not see him. The sun was liquid
silver upon her; and the next he was
aware that she did see him. They &C.
cupied the positions respectively OF
their first meeting, yet now the footing
was different. Con ran up the road to-
ward the pony. He crept up the side
of the bank and found it convenient to
kneel beside boulder. He bowed.
Il wanted to talk with you," he said.
They are looking for you," she re-
Piled
your father Is comforting with the
Arab foreman and the miners"
Il knew you were safe, for there has
been no rejoicing"
"There isn't going to be, on our &C.
count"
Il wondered where you were," she
said.
Her voice was almost dreamy, twi-
light In the midst of a blaze of sun.
Con was fascinated by the play of
light beneath the brim of her hat, and
she seemed not to rebuke his glances.
The gray cloak was Of leather as fine
as linen. Soft buff leather bound her
ankles. The stIrrups were no wider
than three fingers.
She spoke again: "You are resting
upon the grave of my mother"
Lexington started, but she said
hastily; DO not arise. They will see
you"
Ihanks," he mumbled again under
the Influence Of the fact that she
would shield him. In all she said was
the same colorless melancholy, as If
the mohotony of the desert Swallowed
her voice. She continued:
Eithna, my mother, has been lying
mere for five years. At first this was
niue garden, which the vizir pei.
mltted me to make. There was fsun-
tam then, beside that stone. I had
little green plants for her. She loved
lotus. But the fountain could not
live, either"
YOU must miss her very much"
Yes, OH very much! Sometimes IN