Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1923-05-24

out interest or penetration, and went
his way, leaving happiness behind
'Shore was a sick man." Ladd
said, IAN darn near a dead one, but
I'm agoin' to get well. MLebbe III be
able to ride again some day. Nell, /
lay 1t to you. An I'm agoin' to kiss
you an wish you all the joy there is
in this world. An Dick, as Yaqui
says, she's shore your Shower OF
/ Gold"
/ He spoke of Gales finding love
spoke of it with the deep and wistful
feeling of the lonely ranger who had
always yearned for love and had never
known it. Bedding, once more Lrac-
tical, and important as never before
with mining projects and water
claims to manage, spoke of Gales
great good fortune in the finding Of
gold-he called it desert gold.
'Ah, yes. Desert GoldI' exclaimed
Dicks father, softly, with eyes Of
pride. Perhaps he was glad Dick had
found the rich claim surely he was
happy that Dick had won the girl he
loved. But it seemed to Dick himself
that his father meant something very
different from love and fortune in his
allusion to desert gold.
Yaqui came to Dick to say good
BY. Dick was startled grieved. and
in his impulsiveness forgot for a mo-
ment the nature of the Indian. Yaqui
was not to be changed.
Bedding tried to overload him with
gifts The Indian packed a bag Of
food, blanket, gun, a knife. a cam
teen, and no more. The whole house
hold went out with him to The corrals
and fields from which Bedding babe
him choose a horse any horse, even
the loved Blanco Diable. Gales heart
| was in his throat for fear the Indian
might choose Blanco Sol and he
hated himself for, a selfishness he
could not help. But without a word
he would have parted with the treas
ured Sol.
Yaqui whistled the horses up-for
the last time. Did he care for them?
1t would have been hard to say. He
never looked at the fierce and naughty
Diablo, nor at Blanco Sol as he raised
his noble head and rang his piercing
blast. The Indian did not choose one
OF Belongs whites. He caught a.
lean and wiry broncho, strapped a
blanket on him, and fastened on the
pack.
Then he turned to these friends, the
same emotionless, inscrutable dark and
silent Indian that he had always been.
He shook hands with the men, swept
dark fleeting glance over Nell, and
rested his strange eyes upon Mercedes
beautiful and agitated face. 1t must
have been a moment of intense feeling
for the Spanish girl. She owed it to-
him that she had life and love and
happiness. She held out those speak
ing slender hands. But Yaqui did not
touch them. Turning away, he mount
ed the broncho and rode down the
trail toward the river.
He's going home" said Bedding.
"Homer Y whispered Ladd; and Dick
knew the ranger had felt the resnrging
tide of memory. Home across the
cactus and lava, through solemn lonely
days, the silent, lonely nights, into the
vast and red-hazed world of desola-
ton.
'sThorne, Mercedes, Nell, let's climb
the foothill yonder and watch him out
Of sight" said Dick.
They climbed while the others re-
turned to the house. When they
reached the summit of the hill Yaqui
was riding up the far bank of the river.
He will turn to Iook-to wave good
by?" asked Nell
"Dear, he is an Indian" replied Gale.
From the height they watched him
ride through the mesquites. up over the,
river bank to enter the cactus. His
mount showed dark against the green
and white, and for long time he was
plainly in sight. The sun hung red
in a golden sky. The last the watch
ers saw Of Yaqui was when he rode
across a ridge and stood silhouetted
against the gold of desert sky-a wild,
lonely, beautiful picture. Then he was
gone.
Strangely it came to Gale then that
he was glad. Yaqui had returned to
his own-the great spaces. the desola-