Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-10-18
WHO'S WHO IN TIE STORY

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DICK had written his note ana placeu
D;t whore Bassett would be certain 20
,.. IL Then he found his horse ana ieu
Mr., for the first half mile or so Oh
lave, Ground before the trail began 70
d.scend He mounted there, tor nv
Inow tho animal could find Its way
In The darkness where he could not.
Ue felt no WEAKNESS and no munger
although he had neither slept nor eu.ei h
for thirty odd hours. and as contI"srou ,.o.
with the night before his heau 49, mn,
clear. lie was able TO Sturl -
of thought and to follow 1t through vTn
secutiyeIy for the first time IN houts'
u,,,n,1ht however. was easier than real
izntion md to add to his perpicHiS;
he struggled to place Bassett ana taiLed
entirely. He remained n mysterious
and incomprehcnsible figure. beginning
and ending with the trail.
Then he had an odd thought tina.
brought him up standing. lie had only
Rassett's word for the story. Perhaps
Bassett was lying to him, or mad.
He rode on after moment, consloer
inR that, but there was something, nov
IN Bassett's circumstantial marratlvs
but in himself. that refused to aGcep.
that loop!lole of escape. He could NOT
have told what it was. J.,
And. with his increasing clarity, ne
began to make out the case tor bassett
and against himself: the unfamiliar
clotbine he wore. the pad with the
name Of Livingstone on it and the sign
n. the other contents Of his pockets.
He tried to orient himself in Bassett's
story. \ doctor. The devils irony
of il. Some poor hack. losing sleep
and bringing babies. Peddling pills.
Leading what Bassett had called lie
of usefulness, That was n career for
you. a pill pcddler. God!
But underlying all his surface think-
ing was still the need of flight. and he
was continually confusing win 'L'e
earlier one. one moment ne was io1N
ing about for the snow OF 'lut eartaer
escape, and the next ne M?u'u Ia ia
member. ana the sense ol l"i,lc Win
leave him. After all he meant ~ SUI
render eventually. IL u!o MOI iAa''ef
they caught h'm'
But, like the sense of flight, there
was something else in his mind. some .
thing that he fought down and would
not face. When 1t came up he thrust
II back fercely. That something was
the fiyure of Bevery Carlyle. STOPPING
over her husbands Body. lie would
have died to save her pain. and yet last
night-no, it wasn't last night. 1t was
years and years ago, and all this time
she had hated him.
It was unbearablc that she had gonc
on hating him, all this time.
lie was very thirsty, and water did
not satisfy him. He wanted rea
drink. He wanted alcohol. Suddenly
The craving came on at dawn, anG
after that he kicked his weary horse
on recklessly. so that it rocked and
stumbled down the trail. He had only
one thought after the frenzy seizet
him, and that was to get to civiliza-
ton and whisky. 1t was as though he
saw in drunkenness his only escape from
the unbearable. In all probability he
would have killed both his horse and
himself in the grip of that sudden mad
ness, but delivcrance came in the shape
Of casual rider, stranger who fol
n moment took up the shuttle, wove hi
bit of the pattern and passed on, tc
use his blow pipe, his spirit lamp, ant
his chemicals in some prospector's para
disc among the mountains.
When Dick heard somewhere ahea'
the crenkins of saddle leather and th'
rattle Of harness he drew aside on th'
trail and waited. He had lost all eau
tion in the grip of his craving, and al
fear. A line of loaded burros rounded
4 point ahead and came toward him
picking their way delicately with small
deliberate feet and walking on the QUITE
edge of the trail. after the way of pacl
animals the world over. Behind then
was horseman, rifle in the scabbart
on his saddle and spurs jinging. Dicl
watched him with thirsty, feverish eye
as he drew near. He could hardl
wait to put his question.
Happen to have n drink about you
partner" he called.
The man stopped his horse and grin
ned.
Pretty early in the morning for
drink, isn't it, he inquired. Then h
saw Dicks eyes. and reached reluctant