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CHAPTER XVII

The day was quite dead when Dave
Turner reached his post on top of the
ridge. Fortunately, the moon rose
early. Otherwise Dawes watch would
have been In vain. He didn't have
long to wait. At the end of a half
hour he saw, through the field glasses,
the w~avering of a strange black
shadow on the distant meadow. He
tried to get a better focus. 1t might
be just the shadow of deer, come to
browse on the parched grass. Dave
felt a little tremor of excitement at
the thought that If 1t were not Bruce,
1t was more likely the last of the
grizzlies, the Killer. The previous
night the gray forest king had made
an excursion into Simon's pastures
and had killed a yearling calf; in all
probability he would return tonight to
finish his feast. In fact, this night
would in all probability see the end Of
the Killer. Some one of the Turner's
would wait for him, with a loaded
rifle. in a safe ambush.
But it wasn't the Killer, after all. 1t
was before his time; besides, the
shadow was too slender to be that of
the huge bear. Dave Turner watched
a m longer, SO hat there could
be no possibility of a mistake. Bruce
was returning; he was little more
than a h%alf-hour's walk from Linda's
home.
Turner swung IN his horse. then
lashed the animal into a gallop. Less
than five minutes later he drew up to
a halt beneath the Sentinel Pine, al
most a mile distant. For the first
time, Dave began to move cautiously.
1T would compllcate matters IL the
two women had already gone to bed.
The hour was early-not yet nine
but the fall Of darkness is often the
| Eoing-to-bod time Of the mountain peo-
, 1922-09-27
Il TRAP

SYNoPSIS-At the death of his
foster father Bruce Duncan, in an
eastern city. receives a mysterious
message. sent by a Mrs. Ross. sum-
moning him peremptorily to south
ern Oregon-to meet Linda"
Bruce has vivid but battling recol-
.ections of his childhood in an or
phanage, before his adoption by
Newton Duncan. with the girl Lin
da- At his destination, Trails End,
news that a message has been sem
to Bruce gets to Simon Turner.
Leaving the train. Bruce Is aston
ished at his apparent familiarity
with the surroundings, though to
his knowledge he has never been
there. On the way Simon warns
him to give up his quest and return
Cast Bruce refuses. Mrs. Ross,
aged and infirm, welcomes him
with emotion. She hastens him on
his way-the end of .Pine-Needle
Trail" Bruce finds his childhood
playmate. Linda. The girl tells him
of wrongs committed by an enemy
clan, the Turner's. on her family,
the ROSES. Lands occupied by the
clan were stolen from the Rosses,
and the family. with the exception
OF Aunt Elmira tMrs. Ross) and
herself. wiped out by assassination.
Bruce's father, Matthew FoIger,
was one of the victims. His mother
had fled with Bruce and Linda.
The girl, while small. had been kid
mapped from the o%rphanage and
brought TO the mountains. Linda's
father had decided his lands to
Matthew Folger. but the agree
ment. which would confute the
enemy claims or the property. had
been lost Bruce's mountain blood
responds to the call of the blood
feud. A giant tree. the Sentinel
Pine. in front of Linda's cabin,
seems to Bruce's excited imagina-
ton to be endeavoring to convey a
message. Bruce sets 0it in search
of a trapper named Hudson, a wit
ness to the agreement between
LindHls father IND Matthew Fol-
ger. A gigantic grizzly, known as
the Killer Is h terror of the vi
cinity. Dave Turner. sent by
simon btibes Hudson to swear
falsely concerning the agreement.
The Killer strikes down Hudson.
Bruce. on his way to Hudson,
wounds the Killer, driving him
from his victim. Hudson, learning
Bruce's identity. tries to tell him
the hiding place of the agreement.
u death summons him.
, 1922-09-27
CHAPTER xvuu

The homeward Journey over the
ridges had meant only pleasure to
Bruce. The days had been full OF
little nerye-tlnglIng adventures, and
the nights full of peace. And beyond
all these, there was the hope Of seeing
Linda again ut the end Of the trail.
It was strange how he remembered
her kiss. He had known other kisses
In his days-being o purely rational
and healthy young nan-but there had
been nothing of Immortality about
them. Their warmth had died quickly,
and they had been forgotten. They
, 1922-09-27
CHAPTER xvl-continued.

Simon smiled mirthlessly. t"The
news is beginning to sound like the
rest of yours"
"Old Hudson is dead" Dave went
on. "And don't look at mel didn't
do ii. | wish | had, though, first Off.
For once my Judgment was better
than yours The Killer got him."
"Yes. Go on"
II was with him when it happened.
My gun got damned so 1 couldn't
Shoot
"Where IS it now?"
Dave scrambled In vain for a story
to explain the loss of his weapon to
Bruce, and he one that came out at
last didn't do him particular credit.
I'll threw the d-n thing away.
Wish l hadn't now, but it made me so
mad by jamming-it was u fool trick.
Maybe l can go back after it and find
It,"
Simon smiled again. VERY good so
far" he commented.
Dave flushed. Bruce was there,
too-fact is, creased the bear--and
the last minute before he died Hudson
told him where the agreement was
hidden. 1 couldn't hear all he said
/ was too far away-but / heard
enough to think that he told Bruce
the hiding place"
And why didn't you get that infor-
nation away from Bruce with your
gunf'
Didn't l tell you the thing was
jammed? If it hadn't of been for that,
I'D done something more than find out
where it is. I'd stopped his non
sense once and for all, and let a hole
through that tenderfoot big enough to
see through. Then there'd never be
any more trouble. It's the thing to do
now"
Simon looked at his brothers face
with some wonder. More crafty and
cunning, Dave vas like the coyote in
that he dldn't yield SO quickly to fury
as that gray wolf, his brother. But
when II did come, 1t scared him. 1t
had come now. Simon couldn't mis-
take the fact; he saw it plain in the
glowing eyes, the clenched hands, the
drawn lips. Dave was remembering
the pain of the blow Bruce had given
him and the smart of the words that
had preceded it.
you and he must have had a little
session down there by the CREEK
Simon suggested slowly, when your
u was jammsd. OF course, he tool
the gun What's the use Of trying to
lie to me?"
"He did. What could l do?"
AND now you want him potted-
from ambush
whats the use of waiting? Who'd
known" The two men stood face to
face in the quiet and deepening dusk
of the barn; and there was growing
determination on each face. Every
day our chance is less and less" Dave
went on. with this land behind him,
he'd be in q position to pay old debts,
I'm telling you We should have met
him on the trail and let the buzzards
talk to him."
"Yes," Simon echoed in a strange
ha~lf-whisper. Let the buzzards talk
to him."
Dave took frest heart at the sound
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pie. 1t is warmer there and safer;
and the expense of candles is les
sened. But tonight Linda and old
Elmira We're sitting up, waiting for
Bruce's return.
A candle flame flickered at the win
dow. Dave went UP to the door and
knocked.
"Who's there?" Elmira called. 1t
was n habit learned in the dreadful
days of twenty years ago, not to open
a door without at least some knowl-
edge Of who stood without. A lighted
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of that voice. mo one would have ever
knowed it, he went on. mo one
would ever know it now. They'd find
his bones, some time, maybe, but
there'd be no one to point to. They'd
never get anything against us. / tell
you-it's all the way, or no way at all.
Tell me to wait for him on the trail"
wait. Wait a minute. How long
before he will conner"
ANY time now. And don't postpone
this matter any more. We're men,
not babies. He's not a fool or a cow
ard. either. And he's a shot saw
that plain enough-and how'd you
like to have him shoot through your
windows some time? Old Elmira and
Linda have set him on, and he's hot
for it."
II wish you'd got that old heifer
when you got her son." Simon said.
He still spoke calmly; but 1t was
plain enough that Dawes words were
having the desired effect. $50 he's
taken up the blood-feud, has he? L
in thai a long time since. Well, l sup
pose we must let him have his way ="
"And remember, too" Dave urged,
what you told him when you met him
in the store. You said you wouldn't
warn him twice"
Il remember The two men were
silent, but Dave stood no longer mo-
tionless. He was shivering all over
with malice and fury.
"Then you've given the word?" he
asked.
my own way. Listen, Dave.' Simon
stood, head bent, deep in thought.
Gould you arrange to have Linda
ard the old bag out of the house when
Bruce gets back?"
"Yes-"
"We've got to work this thing right.
We can't operate In the open like we
used to. This man has taken up the
blood-feud-but the thing to dos to
let him come to us"
"But he won't do it. He'll go to the
courts first"
Simon's face grew stern. 81 don't
want any more Interruptions, Dave. l
mean we will want to give the impress
sion that he attacked us first-on his
own free will. What If he comes into
our house-a man unknown IN these
parts-and something happer@s to him
therein the dead of night? 1t
wouldn't look SO bad then, would it?
Besides-if we got him heretofore
the elan, we might be able to find out
where that document is. First, how
can you tell when the's going to
Gomez"
"He ought to be here very soon.
The moons bright and / can get up
on the ridge and see his shadow
through your field glasses when he
crosses the big south pasture. That
will give me a full half-hour before he
comes"
ITS enough. I'm ready to give you
your orders now. They are-just to
use you head. and on some pretext
get those two women out of the house
so that Bruce can. find them when he
returns. Don't let them come back
for an hour, If you can help it. If 1t
works-all right. If it doesn't, well
use more direct measures. I'll tend to
the rest"
He strobe TO the wall and took
down a saddle from the hook. Quick
ly he threw 1t over the back of one of
the COW ponies, the animal that he had
punished. He put the bride In Dawes
hand. stop at the house for the
glasses. then ride to the ridge at
once" he ordered. "Then keep watch
" |
, 1922-09-27
BY EDISON MARSHALL
Author Of ssThe Voice of tie Pack

y
There was an instant's sensation of
terrible cold. But her voice was hard
| and lifeless when she spoke.
you mean you've killed him?p she
asked simply.
"We amt killed him. We've just
been teaching him a lesson" Dave ex-
planned. 'Simon warned him not to
come up-and we've had to talk to him
a little-with fists and heels"
Linda cried out then, n agonized
syllable. She knew what fists and
heels could do In the fights between
the mountain men. They are as much
| weapons of torture IS the claws and
fangs of the Killer. She had an in
SAINTS dread picture of this strong
man of hers lying MANNED and broken.
a battered, whimpering, Ineffective
thing in the moonlight of some distant
hillside. The vision brought knowledge
to her. Even more clearly than in the
second of their kiss, before he had
gone to see Hudson, she realized what
an immutable part of her he was. She
gaZed with growing horror at Dawes
leering face. "Where Is he?" she
asked. She remembered, with singular
s-teadfastness, the pistol she had con-
cealed in her W room.
"Ill show you. If you want to get
him in you'd better bring the old bag
with you. It'll take two of you to car
ry him."
"II come" the old woman said from
across the Swallowed room. She spoke
with a curious breathlessness. "TI go
at once"
The door closed behind the three of
them, and they went out into the moon
lit forest. Dave walked first. 1t was
wholly Characteristic of him that he
should find a degenerate rapture in
showing these two woIne the terrible
handiwork of the Turner's. He re-
joiced in just this sort of cruelty. Lin
da had no suspicion that this excur-
sion was only a pretext to get the two
women away from the house, and that
his eagerness arose from deeper
causes. 1t was true that Dave exulted
in the work, and strangely the fact
that it was part of the plot against
Bruce had been almost forgotten in
tho face Of a orooter amotion ua rv.s
alone in the darkness with Linda
except of course for q helpless old
woman-and the command of Simon In
regard to his attitude toward her
seemed suddenly dim and far away. He
lea Them over a hin int 10 ,aanor
forest.
So intent was be that no ouite fa,Ied
TO observe n singular LITTLE signal ha-
tween old Elmira and Linda. The wo.
man half turned about giving tbe GIRL
nn instant's glimpse of something hat
she transferred from her breast To her
sleeve. 1t was slender and of steel
md it caught the moonlight nm ,ts
| shining surface.
The girls eyes glittered when she
, 1922-09-27

doorway sets off a target almost as
well as a field of white sets off a black
~bull's-eye.
Dave knew the truth was the proper
course. "Dave Turner" he replied.
A long second of heavy, strange ST.
lence ensued. Then the woman spoke
again. There was a new note in her
voice, a curious hoarseness. but at the
same time a sense of exultation and
excitement. But Dave didn't notice
it. He might, however, have been in
terested in the singular look Of Won
der that flashed over Linda's face as
she stared at her aged aunt. Linda
was not thinking of Dave. Her whole
attention was seized and held by the
unfamiliar note in her aunt's voice,
and a strange drawing of the woman's
features that the closed door prevent
ed Dave from seeing. 1t was a look
almost of rapture, hardly to be ex-
pected In the presence of an enemy.
The dim eyes seemed to glow in the
shadows. 1t was the look of one who
had wandered steep and unknown
tAaho " uutOuiittu YEARS. anu sees
the distant lights of his home at last.
She got up from her chair and
moved over to the little pack she had
carried on her back when she had
walked up from her cabin. Linda still
gazed at her In growing wonder. The
long years seemed to have fallen away
from her; she slipped across the I'M
90 rnAfn6 AnOr with Tho o,lItx- -uS -
lence of a tiger. She always had given
the impression of latent power, but
so much as now. She took some
little object from the bag and slipped
1t next to her withered and scrawny
breast.
what do you want7" she called GU
into the gloom.
Dave had been getting a little rest
less in the silence; but the voice reas-
sured him. 'T1l tell you when you open
the door. It's something about
Bruce"
Linda remembered him then. She
leaped to the door and flung 1t wide.
She saw the stars without, the dark
fringe of pines against the sky line be-
hind. But most of all she saw the
cunning, sharp-featured face of Dave
Turner, with the candlelight upon him.
The yellow beams were In his eyes
too. They seemed full of guttering
lights.
The few times that Linda had talked
to Dave she had always felt uneasy
beneath his speculative gaze. The
Snma sensation swami ovar bar nou,
She knew perfectly what she would
have had to expect, long since, from
this man, were it not that he had lived
in fear of his brother Simon. The
mighty leader of the clan had set q
barrier around her as far as personal
attentions went-and his reasons were
obvious. The mountain girls do not
usually attain her perfection of form
and face; his desire for her was as
Jealous as 1t was intense and real. This
dark-hearted man Of great and terrible
emotions did not only know how to
hate. In his WI savage way he could
love too. Linda hated and feared him.
but the emotion was wholly different
from the dread and adherence with
which she regarded Dave. what
about Bruce?'' she demanded.
Dave leered. do you want to e
him7 He's lying-up here on the HILL"
The o n was knowing, edged with
cruelty and 1t had the desired effect.
The color swept from the girls face.
In a single fraction of an Instant II
showed stark white In the candlelight.
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His Mystery.
TITS queer remarked Jinks.
what Isl" asked Blnks.
THAT with all the people looking
for and borrowing trouble l can't e..
rid Of mine," replied Jinks.--Detroi'
Free Press.
, 1922-09-27

back" she told him.
"Wait. I'll take you back soon. Let's
have a kiss and make friends. The old
lady won't look"
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19

total of 90 hits and IL runs. The
Vernon Pacific Coast League huGler
is reckoned as one of the best in the
league, but all his stuff looked alike
to the locals who got to him from
the start and kept up the lombard
ment until the game became so one
sided as to be uninteresting. Tony
may have had an off day, but there
is q feeling that the local club has
at last found itself after rambling
around in the dark since the first
of the season and is now out to
show the other clubs that it is q
real ball team. Livingston showed
he has entirely recovered from his
recent illness and pitched good ball
for the Scorpions. The team as n
whole looked 100 per cent better
than it has in the past few weeks.
Murphy, new man, was seen in
action behind the bat, thereby al
lowing Old Jack Taekett to do duty
on the dizzy corner. Jack pcps up
the infield until it works like a ma
chine and third base is where he be-
longs if the team is to do its best
work.
The Independents, although sue
cessful in beating Holtville Sunday,
need to be strengthed in some places
before they are real ball team.
Joe Steele cannot play the whole
game alone and the support given
him Sunday was extremely ragged.
Manager Harrigan is endeavoring
now to get the men necessary to
bolster up the weak spots and put
the Independents heavily in the
rnnning for the premier hOnOrs.
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19
The NEW EDISON
1.-THE Photograph Nth a Soul"

The instrument the the Auditorium not
special model Any Official Laboratory Model in stock will
absolutely the test-it is guaranteed to do
play this photograph for you in further tests And
let us tell you easy one with very small outlay
of cash. M4 fkEfXgIEE4&kl1n]LX
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19
CALEXICO
Cotton Men and
c. OfC. Together
in Harmony Meet
BY Press staff Correspondent

CALEXICO, Dee. 19.-Under di-
rection of the Chamber of Com
merce and the executive committee
of that body, banquet was given
ut the Climax Grill last night in
honor of the cotton men and city Of
ficials of Calexico, with view to
ironing out misunderstanding which
have been existing between the two
bodies for the last year, as a result
of the application of the old occu-
patton tax assessed and collected by
the city from cotton men at the be-
ginning of the year.
L. NJ. Hutchinson, president of the
chamber, presided at the banquet,
and lead in the discussions between
all concerned, in an endeavor to ad-
just the differences.
That the meeting proved a sue
cess goes without saying. Many
differences of opinion We're advanced,
and in a spirit of give and take,
questions were finally solved annie
ably that have been widening the
breach between cotton men and city
officials for some time.
The cotton men were well repre-
scented at the banquet, almost all of
them being present. Some of the
city officials were not present, be-
ing out of town.
Under the influence of well sat
isfied man, the discussions were of
an amicable nature, and every one
who attended felt that greater har-
mony viii exist henceforth.
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19
will be heard in Judge Myers court
this morning.
nrop a fr1,.t CfnIaf,

will be heard in Judge Myers court
this morning.
Grapefruit Stolen
Several boxes of grapefruit were
stolen from the Wilkensen ranch the
last of the week, and while the
thieves have not yet been apprehend
ed, the officers have clues which
they expect will lead to the guilty
parties before another "a hours.
Mr.. and Mrs. T. NJ. Montgomery
and children, Helen, Beulah and
Thomas, Junior, and Mr.. and Mrs.
Ira d. Aten, enjoyed n picnic party
ut Beall IS well Sunday afternoon.
Mr.. and Mrs. George Bailey are
proving themselves royal hosts, and
Sunday entertained with an al fres-
co dinner at Beall s well. Fried
chicken and other delicious viands
were included in the picnic hampers
which were packed for the delecta-
tion of the guests. The afternoon
was spent in hiking, story telling,
and as the fancy dictated. The
guests were Mr.. and Mrs. Jack Ly-
erlv, Mr.. and Mrs. V. o. Johnson,
w. f. O'Niell, Clarence Saltonstall,
Katheryn Conser and Mrs. Joseph
Donahue..
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19
LOCAL PLAYERS
MAY YET WALK
OFF WITH HONORS
HoOdOO Seems Broken
Sundays Games ROut
Old Gloom

In place of a runaway ,raee by one
team as the first half of the season
turned out to be, it looks as though
every team in the Imperial Valley
Winter League is to have a chance
to grab off the honors for the second
half, though as a result of the first
games, the wins are all in the south
end of the league, the northerners
and Holtville taking the small end
of Sundays scores. Following is
the standing at present:
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19

The annual grape institute held by
the Sun-Maid Raisin Growers at
Fresno will be announced soon after
the new year.
The ninth annual poultry show of
the Stanislaus Country Poultry Asso-
citation was held at Modesto Winter
Garden, December SIS.
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19

Members of the Ell Centre Scor-
pions are still talking about Sun
day game at Brawley when they
whaled the offerings of Tony Faetl
to all parts of the field, gathering
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19

Right here in Ell Centre, in the
High School Auditorium last Thursday,
large audience found itself unable to
tell when the living artist stopped sing
ing and the RECREATION of his
voice was begun by the New Edison.
Only by watching his lips closely could
the most critical music-lover distin-
guish which was singing, so perfectly
did the photograph RE-CREATE the
artists vOice
Harvey Hindermyer, famous ten
or, sang at the High School Auditorium
in direct comparison with the remark
able New Edison. If you were there,
you know that there was no difference
between the two notes.-the song, al
ternately sung by Mr.. Hindermyer in
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19
When Did the Singer Stop?

in person and RE-CREATED at in
tervals by the New Edison, flowed
smoothly along with uniform quality of
tone.
Similar tests were made by the
celebrated Damn Trio with the same
marvellous results.
No other photograph dares to at
tempt such test. Yet this is the only
way in which the public can be sure
beyond a doubt that there is a phono-
graph that actually RE-CREATES the
living voice.
By this drastic test, the New Edi-
son alone has proved that it can give
you the real performance of master
musicians. ii
Imperial Valley press., 1922-12-19

The poultry department of the
Stanislaus County farm bureau plans
to put on a culling and egg laying
contest.
The cOckerel sale at Tulare under
auspices of the county farm bureau
auctioned off 65 purebreds from Ore
gon, Washington, and California.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1922-04-19

1918 model, passenger;
motor in good condition;
500 cash, $50 per month
for ten months.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1922-04-19
INNspt htEtifSIS
Deaths

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anI Edward Louis. also Two sisters. Mis-.
Leonard Jerry aud M-s Romeo Perry.
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". Duke, 1910 Hanover -ty"uu" IA.
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