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t> “ &ESTINY *SNC5L6WSe PROMOST t CHAPTER XII I "Oh, no, it couldn’t!” It brought U dry sob from her. Her idolized Mather. And Lee! She knew it could not be true—but Stanley had) been so horribly sure. "Virginiat before I go, I want ou to know that I never meant take any part of the Circle V -not as things stand. I’ve only Id the deed this long because I ilt sure there was something be all this business, and that were being cheated somehow.” e stopped abruptly. Good-bye. I’m off.” held out his hand. Virginia j >k it, trying hard to act natur ly in a situation horribly strain led. A new alarm touched) her with chilly fingers. "But you—you’re coming back, aren’t you?” I "I don’t know. I think the whole story is a poisonous lie, just an exceptionally dirty brand of the stuff that could be handed out by a paid ireformer with a grudge. But that’s got to be proved, and I’m going away to do it. If I can’t, you won’t see ■me again. But if I can—” | He gripped her fingers sud denly. Hope and despair fought )n a moment of numbing pres sure. Then she felt a light, quick touch on her hair, and Lee was .gone. Lee rode first to Joey’s cabin. Joey had known Matt for years, and Matt had loved and trusted the irascible, loyal old man. Joey listened^ at first with excitement over the matter of the deed, and then with stupefied amazement. "Why—why, Lee!” he stutter ed, and then broke into a fury of denunciation. “It’s a lie! I told ye he was no good! I knowed he was layin’ for ye!” "Yes, Joey, but that won’t help me prove it isn’t true.” Joey’s fury died. “I know, Bee,” he said shakenly. “Jes’ believin’ things ain’t proof, is it? An’ I can’t help ye. I just came back from a trip one time an’ [found ye here. He wat kinda close-mouthed about ye, Matt was.’’ Every line of the old man’s fig ure sagged under this new calam ity. "Oh, well, never mind, Joey, pi’ll run it down.” "Where ye go in’, Lee?” "I’m going to find that Mexican village if I have to work my way from one end of the border to the er. But first I want to locate wler and Slanty Gano. Good bye, Joey. Take care of Vir ginia.” In the shaker at a distant thick et Slanty Gano, keeping watch over the Valley of the Sun, saw a distant figure ride away from the ranch house. It disappeared ('presently in the mouth of Joey’s ravine, came out again latex and rode on. That was Lee Hollis ter heading toward Turkey Gulch. Slanty crept out from his hid ing place and dodged cautiously back to the hollow where his horse was picketed. Lee rode on, unaware of that stealthy movement. Somewhere above him the crack of a rifle came. His head| jerked toward the sound, end down again. He swayed slowly, groping with his hands, and then toppled and slid down. Minutes passed. There was no further sound of movement, no ■sign of life but Lee Hollister's patient horse standing by a sprawling, inert body. Slanty waited a little longer assured himself that his horse was well screened from obser vation, hid his rifle in a thicket and went cautiously down to where his victim lay. Slanty bent down and jerked the fallen man over on his back and felt for a sign of life. It was there, a faint, tired stir. “Hard to kill, ain’t ye? Well, I’m fixin’ ye this time. Le’s see what’s on ye, first.” Something crisp and crackling answered Slanty’s marauding paw. There were two letters from Matt Blair—he scowledi suspicious ly at these—a snapshot otf Vir ’em. did ye? There’s goin’ bo be one more cave-in at the old Bo nanza, an’ yo’re goin’ to be un der it, or back of it, or there abouts. When yo’re minded, ye’ll be bones, an’ it’ll be old Bra dish’s job to explain ye.” Slanty arose, chuckling deris ively. He seemed bo have some convenient cache here, for he found a bit of candle, lit it, stuck it in the neck of a bottle and looked around approvingly. The stage was set for a blast which would send a mass of rock and rubble down to crush a help less man or imprison him in slow torment until he died. Still Slanty lingered, licking hungry lips over the flavor of revenge. The wounded man’s eyelids j fllickered and were still. Slanty ( caught the movement and bent over him with a grin. “Wakin’ up, Lee? Ye—” "X understand more than you know.” ginia—be snickered coarsely— and a legal looking paper. A deed. Slanty’s eyes bulged. “I’ll make Bradish pay high for this.” He started bo put the deed in his pocket and caught sight of something on the folded paper. It was the smeared imprint of a bloody thumb. Slanty scowled, and glared at his hand. His irri tation at this mishap made him that much rougher as he dragged the unconscious man upward and heaved him over the saddle of the waiting horse. Midway of the gulch he turned, gliding like a snake. and led Brimstone up toward a ragged black hole, the mouth of Matt Blair’s Bonanza mine. In forty-five seconds there, was no sign of Slanty Gano or Lee Hollister, and a riderless horse, with the sting of a lash on his flanks, was trotting swiftly down Turkey Gulch. Inside the tunnel, Slanty jerk ed the, limp body over his should er and| headed deeper into the mine. Some distance in, where the way seemed entirely blocked, he dropped his burden, picked a crowbar from a shell lost in the darkness near the roof, and pried several tumbled rocks aside. With a grunt of satisfaction he picked up the wounded roan again and Blair’s precious samples, the ones that never got to the Aasay Of fice at all. Didn’t think Slanty Gano’d be smart enough to switch TE40S ABOUT OR MILES NERVINE CtaosUz • ^DR. 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I Retreating steps, the clang of a i crowbar, a grinding sound. Float ing somewhere in a dim sea of weakness, Lee knew vaguely that Slanty had pried the big rocks back over the opening, shutting him in. Under his cheek was something lumpy and rough. His fingers groped) over it. Rocks in burlap, gritty with earth! These must be Matt’s samples, that had never reached their destination. Lee carried him through the opening, dropping him once more, like a sack of meal. He struck a match and held it close to the pallid face. Slanty settled back on hie heels, taunt ingly conversational. Yo’re right alongside of Mbtt | shoved them into his pocket, and with a dogged attempt at haste began to crawl away from the menace of the blast—farther and farther back into the old mine, dizzy from the loss of blood, with a film before his eye* and a white hot purpose in his grain. “Oh God, let me live long enough for this!” Back of him there was a sput tering fuse. Outside there was quiet, dusk falling, a man run ning. The nuta dodged behind rocks and semb, slipped into a fringe of junipers and crouched I to listen. It came a moment later, the dull boom of a blast. * * * Life had to be faced. Virginia dragged herself back to the reali zation of that, and went slowly toward) the hall. Mrs. Archer, tearful and incoherent, came to ward her niece with outstretched hands. “Oh my dear I’ve just heard!” “Please! I <lon’t want to talk about it,” Virginia Said tensely. She went on, leaving Mrs. Archer indignant and perturbed, but she had yet to pass Stanley. He stood in her path, urgently pleading. “Virginia, let me explain. I only did it to save yon from a terrible mistake. You don't un derstand—” “I do. I understand more than you know and' I think you are the foulest, most contemptible thing I have ever seen. Get out of my way!” Without another word Virginia went on to her father's old office and shut the door behind her. The quiet of the little room closed around her like a protect ing arm. It was easier to dis believe that hideous accusation in this place where her father’s pres ence still lived, genial and kind. There was only one relief from the turmoil in her mind, and that was in work. Her father’s pap-: ers, for instance. There was a | closet full of them, and there might be something about Lee. She carried armfuls over to the desk. It was slow work. Some of it was poignant; much of it was dull, as old bills and papers must be. She sighed, sorting them briskly into better order. A pile of old) check books caught her eye. She pulled them toward her, scanning dates with a sudden im pulse to check up the amounts that he had sent her during lean years when he had been so hard pressed. “T. Ellison Archer .... 85,000.” “Adele M. Archer .... $2,800.” She reached for her pencil. When it was finished she look ed wearily down at a sordid little history, check after check, made out to her aunt and uncle dur ing the years when she had lived in their home. With damning accuracy they tallied with her recollection of various acts of generosity on their part—the coming out dance that they had given for her, the first trip to Europe, the second, the summer at Narrangansett, the time Aunt Adele had taken her to Palm Beach. Someone tapped at the door, and her aunt came in. “Virginia dear, I am so dis tressed for you. I simply can’t Legal Notice LAND SALE Under and by virtue of the power of sale contained in a cer tain deed of trust executed March 22, 1930, by L. E. Gentry to W. M. Allen, Trustee, and re corded in Book 16, page 89, in the office of the Register of Deeds, of Alleghany County, North Carolina, and default having been made of the payment of the in debtedness secured by said deed of trust, I, the undersigned trus tee will on the 16th day of April, 1940, at 2:00 o’clock P. M. at the courthouse door, in Sparta, N. C., sell at public auction for cash to 1 the highest bidder the following described property, to-wit; My % undivided interest in the. land described below: j BEGINNING at a small white joak by road, Young corner and • with her line S. 45 deg. E. 38% jpoles to a Spanish Oak, thence ! S. 15% deg. E. 15 poles to a | white oak at the gate, S. 53% deg. E. 23 poles to two white oaks on bank of creek and with said creek S. 76 deg. E. 4 poles, S. 40 deg. B. 4 poles and leaving creek S, 83% deg. E. 12 poles to a white oak; thence S. 100 poles with an old marked line to a stake, thence E. 5 poles to a white oak! thence S. 2 deg. W. 90 poles to a stake in old line, thence N. 83 deg. W. 36 poles to a Spanish oak, thence N. 20 poles to a chestnut oak; thence N. 70 deg. W. 92% poles to a small white oak N. 27 deg. W. 85% poles to a gate post, N. 50 deg. E. 34 poles to a gate post N. 30 deg. W. 26 poles to a stake, N. 26% deg. W. 40 poles to a stake, N. 12 deg. E. 82% poles to a stake in Public Road and) with same 72% deg. B. 4 poles N. 87% E. 6 poles N. 69 deg. E. 14 poles N. 57% deg. E. 10 poles E, 10 poles S, 79% deg. E. 1% poles to a stake in Young’s line and with their lines and road S. 43 deg. E. 14 poles S. 63% deg. E. 14 poles, North 79 deg> E. 9 poles, N. 64% deg. E. 13 poles to the beginning. Containing 183 acres more ox less. Same being land willed to me by Joseph Gentry. W. M, ALLEN, Trustee. Hoke F. Henderson, Attorney 4te-llT keep silent any longer. Of course yon can’t stay after this horrible scandal.” “Why not? It’s my home, and it’s Lee’s also if he wants to oome.” “But Virginia, you couldn’t live here alone—with all these rough men! And you know our home is open to you, darling, just a3 it al ways has been.’’ For answer Virginia pushed a sheet of paper toward her. It was closely written with figures and dates and| names. “Not quite as it always was,” she said in a bitter voice. “My father isn’t here to pay these any more, without even being given the credit for his generosity . . .” Her aunt started to speak, stopped, hesitated, and then went hurriedly out of the door. Humili ation burned dully in her cheeks, and she stifled a sob. Virginia did not appear at din ner, but sent her excuses by Ling. She did not even attempt to sleep that night. Moonlight came, bathing the valley in silver. The silver was beginning to pale be fore she flung herself across the bed, still dressed, wondering if she could ever sleep again. She raised her head at the sound of pounding hoof beats. They were distant, but coming nearer. . . That was racing speed. . . . The sound swept past, swerv ed toward the bunk house and stopped. (To Be Continued) Citron Citron, Apr. 1.—There was a very severe rain and hail storm in this community Saturday even ing. Calvin Wyatt and family moved to their newly-purchased home last week, near Laurel Springs, known as the Will Bell place. Everette Swaim and family from North Wilkesboro were visitors among relatives in this section Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. XJ. S. Myers and son, Cleve, and Ray Long and sister, Wilma, made a business trip to North' Wilkesboro Satur day. Rev. Calvin Childress preached some very interesting sermons Saturday night and Sunday at Pine Fork Church. A large crowd attended each service. Miss Ivagrace Hoppers spent Sunday night with Wilma Long. Everette Hoppers, who has been in Pennsylvania, is spending some time with home folks now. I Elder Willie Hamm, H. B.1 Pruitt and Robert Taylor made j a business trip to North Wilkes- J boro Saturday, Fletcher Richardson, who has been very sick for some time, is j able to be out again. Grady Pruitt and family moved | from this section to Sparta the past week-end. Robert Hoppers was a visitor in North Wilkesboro Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Dancy spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Rush Long. Cherry Lane Cherry Lane, Apr. 1.—Miss jBeatrice Spicer, of Gastonia, spent 1 the week-end at home. Mrs. Peggy Edwards, of Sparta, | has been spending the past few j days' with her sister, Mrs. R. L. Hanks. Miss Louise Miles spent Friday night with Miss Lucille McKnight. Mr. and Mrs. Roy Goodman, of Winston-Salem, spent the week end with Mr, and Mrs. J. B. j Caudill. Paul Choate and Miss Clara j Mae Jolly visited Miss Jolly’s i father in Mt. Airy hospital Thurs day. Mr. and Mrs. W F. Spicer are j planning to go to Wyoming soon, [ where they will make their home, j J. R. Miles visited S. M. 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