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iffltAllfe CRM SEVENTH INSTALLMENT She caught her breath sharply as the realization pressed home. There was no telephone at Trail's End. No car. Martha could do nothing, unless she could catch and saddle one of the old horses and find her way to Eagle's Perch. A chill wind sent the tree tops v hispering. Anne shivered and be gan looking around for a sheltered spot in which to spend the night. On her left, half-way up the slope, there was a dark blotch which looked like a clump of close growing evergreens. She made her way toward them cautiously. There was a tiny clear space in side, shut in and ringed around by those shaggy branches. One might even feel around for a comparatively soft spot and lie down, curled into a snug ball. Any thing for rest. Little by little, sheer weariness overcame her. The rustling sounds of the night lost their menace, and grew fainter and fainter. Anne slept. It was not a peaceful sleep. Now and then she stirred restlessly tossed, sighed, and lay still again. A voice drifted dbwn on the wind, calling "Anne! Anne!" but she did not hear it. From somewhere in the distance came a faint crack of sound, and from somewhere nearer by a single shot rang clear. The sharp sound brought her to her feet, stumbling with sleep and fatigue. Another sound was beating lightly and steadily against her ears. The click of a horse's hoofs on rock. Going away from her! "Anne! Anne!" "I'm coming! Barry!" She began to run, slipping and sliding down the slope, smooth with fallen pine needles, forgetful of the impetus of her own rush and the sheer-dropping ledge at the foot. That was when Barry saw her. There were, after all, to be more poignant moments in Barry Duane's life, but none that could so shrink time into its racing seconds. Through the scattered pines he had caught sight of a small running figure, racing in headlong haste down a slippery incline. Going too fast, if she were going to pull up •well inside the ledge . . . God! if she should go over! His heart seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs pounded over the intervening space. He put Cap tain to the very edge, thriving in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm a? he swung down. » • * "Anne, darling!" zn FINE [HSi] REPAIRING fwj ® Two Expert Repairmen T"IT In Charge C. W. STEELE Jeweler E. Main St. Elkin. N. C. ***** M ¥ / @®SIO * but it's » \ (§(D®s) 5jT» uHAT'S what car-owners tell us aftef we get them to buy TEXACO FIRE-CHIEF GAS OLINE. Fire-Chief is exactly the kind Of gas oline you've always wanted. It has all the power and speed your car is capable of handling. Trigger - quick response, too. Yet Fire-Chief costs ✓Tv no more than regular gas olines. It will pay you in V !■ // 1 better driving to stop ' J=is> regularly at our Texaco TEXACO TIRE-CHIEF Fire-Chief pumps. v.,/ GASOLINE CAROLINA SERVICE STATION FIRESTONE TIRES t\7 • • • Washing Greasing Polishing "Oh, Barry!" she clung to him, jurying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course I'd come. There, it's all over." "But I—l forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on—" "I know. But you're safe now, precious. Everything's all right. Ev erything—" He had both arms around her now. For a moment she lay there, close and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drown ing clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted. She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you hadn't come racing back in time, Barry—" "If I hadn't life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at him with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's impor tunities. Barry said "Steady, boy," to Captain and reached for some thing. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Two shots cracked and echoed. The answer came from far on the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoic ing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy. Now we're go ing back to Trail's End, and I am ?oing to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!" "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not look up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't — -;he couldn't. . . She lay passively against him for mile after mile, with her cheek pressing his shoulder and a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awak ening to strange aches and unsus pected bruises. Martha ordered her so stay in bed. At noon the autocrat permitted 'ler to get up. Ohortly after lunch Barry appeared, riding Captain and leading an unabashed Comet. "Do you think you can forgive the little devil enough to give him , nother chance?" "Of course. It was my fault that he started off in the first place. He's an imp, but I do love him." That might have given him ar opening, for light love-making at .east, but Barry let it pass. His manner gave no suggestion that he remembered his checked ardor of he night before. Anne wandered jver toward Comet to avoid that new look in his eyes. The pinto was standing dutifully where he had been left, merely giv ing an impatient stamp now and then to remind them that motion was his business and he was all ready to go. "look at him! He doesn't know THE ELKIN TRIBUNE. ELKIN. NORTH CAROLINA how to be ashamed. Rascal, you 1 just watch when we start out again!! I won't get out of the saddle for a j second without dropping those! reins over your nose. Barry watched her as she stroked! the ingratiating muzzle. "Then the morale is all right?" j "Oh yes, or riding." She looked i at him with a very small smile. "I j still think that mountain hiking is j a much over-rated sport, but that j won't last." "Then how about my coming down for you in a few days, as soon as you're feeling yourself j again, for an all-day trip and lunch j at the Perch?" "All day? What about work?" "What you need now is play. Be- ! sides, if you don't come I shan't | have any excuse to play around j myself." He smiled. Why shouldn't she? One didn't stop seeling a man because of a little fragmentary love-making. "I'd really love to. Thursday?" "Thursday. I'll come down for J you right alter breakfast. Now 11 shall have to get back. I'll put Comet in the corral first." "Barry!" "Yes?" He stopped and looked back, his eyes warming. "I haven't even attempted -to j thank you. You understand, don't I you?" He gathered her hands into both of his and held them close together. "I don't want to be thanked. Just seeing you back here ought to be thanks enough for anybody . . . . Good-bye." He gave her fingers a quick squeeze and let them go. Then he was off with Comet to the corral. They did not skirt the desert this time, but turned directly into the hills, until Anne had lost all sense of direction. Late in the morning they were standing at the mouth of the pass, with tumbled ridges and beyond the ridges another blank stretch of de sert sand and sparse vegetation. It lay in a rough triangle, bounded on two sides by hills. "It looks like a little Junipero." Anne exclamed. "A wicked little Junipero." "That's the Pinos Valley, but it's larger than it looks. If you were down there, you might find an occa sional surveyor's stake, or even the remains of a shack or two. "That's all there is of the town of Duane. Ever heard of 11?" "No, I haven't." "I'll tell you after we get up to the Perch. There's nothing more to see down there —it's just as dead as it looks." His voice sounded hard. That was unusual for Barry. They turned their horses and went back through the pass again. Presently Anne caught a sapphire gleam. "Oh, beautiful! It that Eagle Lake?" "I knew you'd like it." It lay like a jewel at their feet. At the head of it, topping the pine carpeted slope, was a two-storied house of peeled logs, built on broad, generous lines. "Welcome to Eagle's Perch." Barry swung off quickly and held up both hands for her. ' Make your self at home while I put up the horses. Oh, Ling!" This as a bland yellow face appeared, hoving back of an open door. "See that Miss 1 Cushing gets anything she wants. 1 Miss Anne Cushing, this is Ling j Foo, the best all-round cook west; of the Atlantic. We'll eat on the j veranda, Ling." "Alii', boss." Ling grinned briefly at the compliment, said "How do" politely. Anne felt a bright and speculative eye taking her measure. "I shan't need anything, Ling Foo." "Alii*, Missy." The bright eyes were benevolent, Ling ducked his head and padded softly away, and Anne was free to explore. She looked around the big living room with a faint sense of surprise. It was spacious and restful, fur nished with a man's idea of com fort, but the things in it had never been bought in Marston, nor even in the more up and coming county seat. There were books and maga zines scattered around. Some of the books looked technical and dry, others were more promising. "Like it?" That was Barry's voice behind her. "How could I help liking it?" It's perfect." "That's a large order," he laughed. "My uncle was a collector of Indian rugs and things in a small way, and he picked up the Spanish stufl, too." TTiey went out, wandering over scented pine needles, down to the lake and up the slope again, an swering the mellow music of a Chinese gong. Barry chuckled. "You've made an impression on Ling. Usually he Just sticks his head out' of the door and yells •Aleddy!" CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Program LYRIC THEATRE « TODAY AND TOMORROW— [fIf \** * THE WHOLE HILARIOUS ■HL CIRCUS OF RADIO OlfyflkV J RADE IN FABULOUS REVIEWif News Admission 10c-25c Saturday— • I 1 U •. I COMING Jack Hoxie I August 23-24 _ in _ I , WILL "Pony Express" I ROGERS Serial - Comedy - Cartoon I "DAVID HARUM" Admission 10c-30c NEXT WEEK Monday-Tuesday— Robert Woolsey - Bert Wheeler in 1 "Hips, Hips, Hurrah!" News - Cartoon - Comedy Admission 10c-30c WEDNESDAY, FAMILY SHOW— "You're Telling Me" Admission Only 10c Thusday, August 9, 1934
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