Evening journal., 1923-01-30
SYNOPSIS

owner, his blind wife. BELLE, ano
their beautiful daughter VAL, i've
happily together IN lannon's wonder
ful ranch home. Paradise. Harmon
the greatest power IN the mesas coun
try. loved by his family and hated by
his neighbors, is the richest land own p
mons heart. his wondrous Red Brood
of horses. is the envy OF all cattle
men. s -.
parison He Is an alien horse, brought
10 Paradise by the master after a
mysterious Journey into distant lands.
In Hunnewelis store in santa Leanara,
nearest town 10 Paradise rancn. a saine
mas been running since the night pc
fore. BRIDEMAN, man OF mystery
is winning from all.
Today. as the men steadily lo5t TO
Brakeman, a shadow dsrkened the
door and a girl stood there. She lean
ed gracefully againt the Intel and
smiled. her little head tilted side
wise like a birds. her black eyes row
ing over every face there with bold
bright glance. She was glad in gay
garments OF scarlet and black, with
a sash Of black striped silk that hung
10 her knees az the left. after It had
most saucily bound her slender waist
in a wide. tight girdIe.
At the sound OF her light foot al
the sill the players looked up
Brakeman with a leer and laugh
and a pointed compliment, the COW
bows with that lively interest which |
all their ilk feel in womenkind, but |
Paul Sanchez with a black scowl, for
she was his daughter.
'Lolo." he said sharply. go home !
-pronto." Z
But che only leaned more COM
fortabiy against the doorpost and
smiled az the men.
"Lolo likes company" said Bride
man. boisterously "and why
shouldn't she. shut in this forsaken
town? Tell me that. Come watch
Us play, little one he added, turn
ing his great face toward the door.
But Sanchez was on his feet. his
dark face flaming. He lifted an i'm
perious finger and pointed north
and the girl. with a last sidewise
glance and a pout. slipped gracefully
5n the step aid disappeared. ,
Sanchez sat down again. picked up ,
lis cards and called for a draw cool
s.. but there was FIRE in his black Z
yes.
And now. as II he lost command OF !
lis usually sane judgment. he lost 7
he last OF his gold rose with a bow, !,
lis cards thrown on the table.
your pleasure, gentlemen" he
aid. Drink with me. 1: Hunnewell
viii trust me-"
kahfr1 al ! =
ar trusted any one. Moreover he :
,new that Sachez was only tenn
orarily broke. SO the players left r
he table with much noise OF scrap q
ng chairs and jingling spurs and
lned up for the fiery refreshment 9
which would have fioored a stranger.
And Lolo. swinging down the
little street beneath the elms and
her slim brown hands
on her narrow hips. her black head
high with offended dignity, stopped
hort to stare with wide eyes 10
where the open road led in from the
age-brush plain.
A great dust was on the level for
iany horses ran there, fleet horses,
he knew. for they poked their dark
oses ahead Of the dust, even though
le wind. blowing with a keen fresh
ess. was behind them.
Lolo turned back TO watch the on
ming cloud Of dust with its poten-
llities. It came with an increasing
und OF thunder. with the rattle
Id creak OF chain and saddle. and
'esently a band Of men rode into
e end Of the sleepy street and
'unded down its length toward
unnewelrs.
They were lean brown chaps to a
an. they rode like centaurs. and
'ery man-jack OF them carried two
ms swinging at his hips. Their
srments were good and showed a
,rtain vanity OF adornment, such as