The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-09

SYNOPSIS

Under the leadership of eel Coy
ote," the masked bandit, the Mexican
ranchers plan to overthrow the
wealthy Pace Morales, who has con-
fscated their property for years. All
search for "El Coyote" has been in
vain. Ted Radcliffe, a young Ameri-
can whose father Morales ruined,
loves the Spaniard's beautiful niece,
Adela. Tito, Morales ward, is jeal-
Gus. Bob Hardness, a friend of Ted's
late father, urges Ted not to quarrel
with Morales, as he has other plans.
Following a raid on the village by
Jito's vaqueros, one of his men is
killed by Anton, an Indian. Morales,
fearing the vengeance of the tribe,
releases Anton. Out riding, Adela
tells Ted she disapproves of her un-
cle's treatment of the poems.
CHAPTER XIV
They fell silent. intent on watch
ing the trail, which now sloped rap
idly off the mesa and descended
abruptly to the dry bottom of the
stream.
Chaparral and stunted aspen grew
thicker as they twisted their way
along the narrow canon, and for two
hours logged at a slow trot. until
the ascending grade told them they
were entering the foothills. There
they dismounted and led their horses
up the steep ascent. The sun was
already at its height when the girl
pointed to a grove of fir trees on
the hill above them.
1T is the Spring of the Saints"
A place of dreamy silences. Ted
found it. Cool and shaded after the
blazing desert. A stream welled up
from among the rocks and along its
banks tall frs and pine trees clus-
tered.
1.-THE sacred trees of the Aztec
people, those firs," the girl told him.
men still call them in Spanish the
religious fir Smell how fragrant
they are"
They walked knee-deep through
rustling ferns. On the knoll behind
them stretched low. rambling wall
of stone, and beyond it the gray
ruins of a church, with the belfry
still standing. Through the windows
they could see a rusting bell, sill
houetted against the sky.
"The Spanish monks built a mon
astery here" she said, as they loos-
ened their saddles. "How long they
lived here and worshiped God in this
quiet place no one knows. The In
dams back in the hills still remember
them as the good people but now
it is place of bats and ghosts. Listen
to that brook and the wind among
the fir tops. I often think this is one
of the most peaceful places in the
world. One might live here all ones
life and just be happy and let the
world pass by. As a matter of fact,
that is what those old monks did.
"And now, if you will bring those
saddlebags, we'll see what they've
packed for us"
They ate with all the appetite a
long morning ride can give, then
lighted cigarettes and smoked. Ted
watched her as she lay back on the
soft grass, looking up at the dark
tree tops. At last he said. "You're a
healthy young animal, aren't your"
IF you mean that I've just eaten
enough for two men. I'll have to
agree"
mo, but it's been crossing my
mind that you're just what old
Mother Nature, if she has any plan
at all, would want women to be-"
That's too dark saying. Seiior
Ted"
what I'm trying to say is that /
find you quite unspoiled by the
world. You're neither bored nor Bit
ter. neither are you ready to accept
the world as it is. You know there
are holes in it, and you try to help.
You do help. And there is some
thing of a child in you, too. That
swift love OF beautiful things you
have. your sympathy with all sor.
row. your hate Of cruel power. So,