The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-24
SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN
Presenting A FaSt-Moving Serial of Old
 ArizOna's Strangest Story

The characters and situations
 in this story are wholly fictiOnaI
 and imaginary and are not in-
 tended to portray any actual
 persons or events.
 CHAPTER
 NINA BLAKE saw him flrst-a ! flash of color through the taxi- cab window. His sombrero was white and his serape was crimson; both were etched with gold. His pants were purple velvet, his shirt green. He leaned with artistic in- dolence against the hotel wall.
 "Welll If there isn't Don Pedro or somebody himself! Snap out, Stew, and behold the scenery!' Nina sat up straight and stared. It took a lot to interest Nina.
 Stew" was sisterly name for Stuart Blake-Stuart Alfred Blake, Jr. He didn't like it, but he couldn't do thing about it: Nobody could do anything about Nina. He stepped from the cab and assisted his father and sister to alight.
 'Uhnhl" whispered the father, appreciatively. Have to get me an outfit like that, eh, Nina? The old Southwest"
 Stuart answered. "Too swanky for you, Dad. I'll wear 1t. know what to do when the seenoriters smilel Ta-tum, tata-tal"
 But Nina snapped him up.
 "I'll testify you do! Glide into a tango, and try to kiss her in the first chorus. And some black-eyed lover like our friend here will dag you with his dagger! Listen, sweet brother-if you can weather my sar- casm-this is Arizona, not Chicago. Even I don't know how to act, out here."
 Well, dol"
 Well you don't, you've never been west of Des Moines in your lifel You think this is-"
 Stuart Alfred Blake, Sr., inter- rupted them, moving with them meanwhile to the hotel clerk s counter. He roared little.
 "Stop that, you two! Arguing like school kids, at your age-good day, sir, I want a comfortable suite for M man with two babies"
 Babies, sir?" The clerk was def- erential.
 "Ya, these two! Twenty-Five and twenty-tWo. Years, not months!" YOU could set Hotel Westward A Ho down on one of Chicago's main streets, turn around twice, and have to call a policeman to help you find 1t. Nina mentioned as much, following an ter-breakfast tour: but her father informed her that hotels, and people, are different in Phoenix, Arizona. This was "out Vest" said he. Nina sighed.
 The hotel didn't matter anyway. They were heading for the hills going western"-and the wilder the dude ranch the better. They had been intrigued by frequent news items about Superstition Mountain, 40 miles from Phoenix.
 "They keep telling about excite ment up there-might be interest," ing" MT. Blake, ST., had admitted. Probably hokum, but it'll be fun," Stuart agreed.
 Murders aren't hokum, son. Two or three unsolved, the papers say. People do queer things hunting for treasure"
 Treasurel That's right. there was gold in Superstition, or supposed to be. A lost mine, or something. Stuart didn't need gold; he would inherit plenty of money. But hid- den gold-thats different! Adven- turel Fun! Stuart came striding across the lobby now to join his sister and father.
 "Everything's set" he announced. Superstition Lodge, right at the base of the mountain. Four rooms reserved. Bingo kid" he slapped Nina's arm--"we're going wild and woollyl With a gross of six shoot CTS and-and a--a-"
 Nina smirked elaborately.
 That's just 1t, old tough-and- terrible. You can't even speak the language. Just penthouse pal, you are. Whatll you do when an Indian