Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-06-29
SYNOPSIS
By
Zane Grey
Copyright by Harper and Brothers

| SHl, Illus no one 10 meet her. w ME
the waiting room a drunken cowboy en-
! ters asks If she Is married, and departs,
leaving her terrified. He returns with 9
priest. who goes through some sort Of
say Isl" Asking her name and learning
her identity the cowboy seems dazed: IN
Mexican is killed. The cowboy lets a
then conducts Madeline to Florence
Kingsley. friend Of her brother
CHAPTER II.-Florence welcomes her,
learns her story and dismisses the cow
boy, Gene Stewart. Next day Alfred
Hammond. Madeline's brother, takes
Stewart to TACK. Madeline exonerates
him OF any wrong intent.
CHAPTER III.-Alfred. scion of .
wealthy family, had been dismissed from
Madeline sees that the West has re-
deerned him. She meets Stillwell, AIS
employer, typical western ranchman.
Madeline learns Stewart has gone over
the border
CHAPTER Iv.-Danny Mains, one of
StiltwelPs cowboys, has disappeared,
with some Of Stillwells money. His
friends link his name with the girl Bo-
nta.
CHAPTER v.-Madelne gets a glimpse
of life on western ranch
CHAPTER vI-stewart's horse comes
to the ranch with a note on the saddle
asking Madeline to accept the beautiful
animal. With her brothers consent she
does SO, naming him Majesty" her own
pet nickname. Madeline, Independently
rich, arranges to buy Stilwell's ranch
and that Of Don Carlos, a Mexican neigh
Dor.
Madeline had been wavering between
sobriety and laughter until Stillwell's
mention of his ideal of cowboy chiv-
airy decided in favor of the laughter.
II am not convinced, but | surren-
der" she said. "YOu have only some
occult motive for driving me away. l
am sure that handsome Don Carlos is
being unjustly suspected. But as I
have seen a little of cowboys singular
imagination and gallantry, am rather
inclined to fear their possibilities. SO
gOod-by."
Then she rode with Florence up the
long, gray slope to the ranch-house.
That night she suffered from excessive
Weariness, which she attributed more
to the strange working of her mind
than to riding and sitting her horse.
Morning, however, found her in no dis
position to rest. 1t was not activity
that she craved, or excitement, or
pleasure. An unerring instinct, rising
clear from the thronging sensations Of
the last few days, told her that she
had missed something in life. What
ever this something was, she had baf-
fling intimations of it, hopes that faded
on the verge Of realizations, haunting
promises that were unfulfilled. What
ever it was, it had remained hidden
and unknown at home, and here in the
West it began to allure and drive her
to discovery. Therefore she could not
rest; she wanted to go and see she
was no longer chasing phantOms 1t
was q hunt for treasure that held
aloof. as intangible as the substance of
Dreams
Upon the morning after the end Of
the roundup, when she went out on
the porch, her brother and Stillwell
appeared to be arguing about the iden-
tity of horse.
oval, reckon it's my old roan,"
said Stillwell. shading his eyes with
his hand
"Bill, if that isn't Stewards horse
my eyes are going back on me-" replied
AL. "It's not the color or shape-the
distance Is too far to judge by that.
It's the motion-the swing"
Gal, mebbe you're right. But they
amt no rider up on thet boss. Flo,
fetch my glass"
Florence went into the house, while
Madeline tried to discover the object
of attention. Presently far up the gray
hollow along a foothill she saw dust,
and then the dark, moving figure of
horse. She was watching when Flor
ence returned with the glass. Bill
took long look, adjusted the glasses
carefully and tried again.
oval | hate to admit my eyes are
gettin' pore. But / guess I'll hev to-
Thet's Gene Stewards boss, saddled,
an comm at a fast clip without a
rider. It's amazin' strange, an some
in keepin' with other things concernin'
Gene"
"Give me the glass;" said AL. "Yes,
was right. Bill, the horse is not
frightened. He's coming steadily; he's
got something on his mind"
The wide hollow sloping up into the
foothills lay open to unobstructed
view, and less than half a mile distant
Madeline saw the riderless horse COM
ing along the white trail at rapid
canter. A shrill, piercing whistle pealed
in.
"Wal, he's seen us, thet's sure" said
Bill.
The horse neared the corrals, disap-
peared into a lane, and then, breaking
his gait again, thundered into the in
closure and pounded to halt some
twenty yards from where Stillwell
waited for him.
One look at him at close range in