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Flame oS the Border
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SYNOPSIS
Seeking death to escape dishonor at
the hands of a drunken desperado,
Eonya Savarin allows herself to be res¬
cued by her suddenly repentant at¬
tacker. The girl is a self-appointed
physician to the Navajo Indians, living
on an Arizona sheep ranch with her
brother Serge, his wife, Lila, and their
araall daughter, Babs. She is engaged
to Rodney Blake, wealthy New Yorker,
but her heart is with the friendless
Navajos and she evades a wedding.
Sonya pulls little Moon, wife of Two
Fingers, a Navajo, through the crisis
of an illness. Two Fingers Is deeply
grateful. Sonya again meets the man
whose advances she had repulsed on
Lone Mesa. He tells her he bitterly
regrets his action. Sonya is affected
but unforgiving. On Lone Mesa she
again comes upon the strange young
man. When he reiterates his sorrow
over his misconduct, she Indicates for¬
giveness and urges him to abandon
his life of lawlessness. From conceal¬
ment, Sonya witnesses the transfer¬
ence of objects from an airship to her
attacker. At a dance she demands that
he tell her his name. He says he is
Starr Stone, but that he goes by a dif¬
ferent name in this region. He leaves
the dance with a tall, fierce Mexican,
with whom he is mysteriously asso¬
ciated. Sonya realizes she is falling
In love with a man whom she can
only class as a renegade and outlaw,
and that she can never marry Blake.
An Influenza epidemic among the In¬
dians keeps Sonya busy. She and
Stone declare their love for each oth¬
er, all doubt in the mind of the girl
being ended. The Mexican bandit, sur¬
prising the pair at a meeting place,
takes Stone away, and warns the girl
fcereafter to let his "lieutenant" alone.
CHAPTER IX
—- 12 —
The Dark Threat Falls.
Rodney Blake had brought a friend
With him. A tali, quiet man by tiie
name of Marston. Sonya, herself
again to all outward appearances, met
him at breakfast. His face arrested
her. A keen face, but still as arctic
ice, its eyes penetrating everything
they met.
She felt uneasy under them, as if
they could read the secret of her
heart. Rod seemed to know him well.
But she was soon so taken up with
her own problem that she had no time
to study this stranger who sat and
smoked and asked odd questions of
Serge: her problem of what and when
to tell Rod Blake, how to break her
sacred word, to ask him to release
her. Hod, who had said that no man,
no people, no country should ever take
her from him. But Mr. Marston's
questions were very strange. Were
there any people in the country whom
he, Serge, did not know? Any stran¬
gers about? Any airplanes flying off
the regular lane above the new port
at Williams?
“No,” said Serge positively, “only
the regular mail planes, and they’re
so far off that we only hear their
engines. Why?"
“Just wondered,” said John Mars¬
ton.
Rut Rodney Blake smiled and leaned
forward, tapping his cigarette ash in
his saucer.
“I may as well tell you, folks, that
you're entertaining an angel unawares
■—or rather, to quote the gentry he's
always after, a fallen one. Mr. Mars¬
ton is the government’s crack man of
the secret service, whose rare talents
are enlisted only as a last resort. He
is here on a mission of his own. I
merely accompanied him as an excuse
to be here.”
He smiled and looked at Sonya.
Marston fingered his cigarette, look¬
ing down gravely.
“For months our department in New
York lias been puzzled by a certain
matter, a serious matter to this coun¬
try, which lias been bafflingly mysteri¬
ous. By our department I mean the
federal narcotics bureau. A steady
flow of ‘mud,’ or pure raw opium, has
been coming through, which we could
not trace. We have reason to believe
It is coming in on the west coast of
Mexico—at Mazatlan, to be exact—
brought inland and across the Border
by fast and private planes, and sent
east by train, from somewhere about
the middle of the line. I am here—
about the middle—to see what I can
see. I need not tell you that this
knowledge is dangerous for anyone
to possess, and that it must be held
in the utmost confidence—chiefly be¬
cause of that one across the Border-
El Capitan Diablo, as he is known—
who is Mexico’s king racketeer. Any¬
one tampering with El Capitan tam¬
pers with death. I should not have
told you this if Rod had not spoken
as he did. Let me tmpress again the
danger of any mention of this affair
to anyone.”
Sonya Savarin wet her lips, which
had suddenly gone dry, laid down the
knife in her trembling hand.
She had her answer at last!
The answer to that night on the
dance hall floor—to the little gray
ship settling so swiftly on the sand at
the canyon’s mouth—to Starr Stone’s
renunciation of love and all it meant.
The answer to Starr Stone himself.
And that answer was—El Capitan
Diablo. Ei CapitaD Diablo who ter¬
rorized the north of Mexico, who raid¬
ed mines, who levied taxes on the
poor' and who—crucified his double-
crossers!
' To know too much of El Capitan
Diablo and ever leave his service was
to die—and one’s friend also who
might share that knowledge. One’s
friend's friends, maybe, his relatives.
With dilated eyes the girl looked
round the table, at Serge, at Lila, at
little Babs, Lila’s face was pale, but
Serge was talking eagerly.
"By George!” he was saying, his fist
on the table, “there have been stran¬
gers here—and I'd stake my last dol¬
lar. Sonya, you remember that chap
By VINGIE E. ROE
Copyright, Doubleday. Doran & Co., Ino.
WNU Servica
you danced with at the Neidlingers*
and the funny thing that happened?”
Sonya did not speak, and Serge went
on excitedly.
“There was a dance at a neignhoring
ranch, and my sister was dancing with
a stranger when the biggest Mexican
1 ever saw appeared and dropped a
hand on the stranger’s shoulder. The
man followed him out. I'd forgotten
the incident.”
“What sort of looking Mexican?*
"Don't know, only that he was
monstrously tall and broad.’’
Marston sat in silence for a little
time.
“El Capitan stands six feet three in
his boots,” he said.
“Then who was the man he took
away?’
“If I should make a guess, which 1
never do,” said the other, “I'd say it
was Quince—Iveenthai—Number Fif¬
teen—the wildest white man in Mex¬
ico, and El Diablo's ablest lieutenant.
I’ve heard of him. But his master
owns him body and soul. They say on
the Border that twice El Capitan’s
‘spread him up,’ after his amusing
little custom of crucifying any and
all who incur his anger, only to take
him down again. He’s too valuable to
kill. But some day the butcher will
be too mad to think of that. I'd hate
to be in Quince’s shoes.”
Sick to her foundations, Sonya
Savarin excused herself.
And John Marston looked curiously
after her.
The rest of that day was like a
nightmare to Sonya.
She had to be about the house, to
help Lila with the work, and Rod
was everyhere she went, leaning fond¬
ly on her shoulder, tipping her face
to look into her eyes, whispering of
that future which she knew could
never be. Misery was her portion
through it all. She somnved for the
blow she must deal him sooner or
And Then Stark Drama Took the
Silence and the Stili Shadows.
later, for herself in her fear and her
loneliness, and for the disaster she
might some day bring on this house.
And fear rode her like a witch when¬
ever she thought of Starr Stone rid¬
ing to the Border with that prince of
butchers, El Capitan Diablo.
“What ails you, Sonya?” asked
Rodney Blake. “You don't hear half
I'm saying."
“Nothing,” she lied. “Of course I
do.”
“You do not! You’re obsessed with
something. Is it these d—d Indians?”
“If you don’t stop that, Rod,” she
flamed, “I’ll not forgive you. I told
you once that one’s life is his own. I
still think so.”
“Not a woman’s—when she has
given her promise,” he said calmly:
“it then belongs to her man.”
“I’m sorry you take that attitude,”
she said, “my life will never belong
to any—”
She did not finish, for the flashing
thought that already her life was not
her own, that for better or worse it
was irrevocably connected with the
precarious existence of Starr Stone—■
Quince of the Border! The time was
ripe to tell Rod the truth, yet she did
not speak. It seemed that something
stronger than herself, some vital cau¬
tion, held back the words.
“Lila,” Sonya told the other woman
later, “I’ve got to get away by myself
a while or go crazy. You know—I
want to think.”
“I know,” said Lila. “Go ahead.
I’ll keep Rod here. But, oh, Sonya,
do be careful! 1 have a strange feel¬
ing in my heart today, a premonition
of evil. When will you be back?”
“Around evening, Don’t worry. I’ll
only ride the desert for a while. May¬
be go as far as town.”
“Well,” said Lila uneasily, “do be
careful." And she stood on tiptoe to
kiss the taller woman.
So Sonya rode away on Darkness,
and Rodney Blake stood watching her
with a strange expression in his eyes.
It was far past noon when she tied
Darkness to the hitching rail beyond
the general store and climbed the
worn steps to the porch. At the hol¬
low sound of her booted feet on the
floor. Parks, fat and oily and wide
eyed, came swiftly from the open door
of the back region of the store. He
DADE COUNTY TIMES: NOVEMBER 8, mi
Happenings Over the State
The Georgia Education Associa¬
tion held district conventions Oc¬
tober.28 to November 1 at Lyons,
Waycross and Moultrie.
The second tuberculosis clinic to
be held in Henry County under the
auspices of the State Board of
Health has been scheduled for No¬
vember 23.
Negro farmers of Lowndes Coun¬
ty had a fair at Valdosta last week,
at which prizes for the best farm
exhibits were offered by the Val¬
dosta merchants.
Edward J. Youmans, Baxley,
fanner and blacksmith, has received
the patent rights on a new razor,
from both the United States and
Canadian governments.
J. h. Crawley, recently appointed
United States marshal for the
southern district of Georgia, has
announced the appointment of Ed¬
ward Dufour. of Savannah, as chief
field deputy.
Miss Jeanette Rankin, former
congresswoman front Montana and
now a resident of Georgia, has been
offered the newly created chair of
peace at Brenau College at Gaines¬
ville.
A community fair held at the
Snellville High school at Lawrence-
ville, closed last week. Farm prod¬
ucts and fancy work of the women
from the entire community were
on display.
James P. Faulkner, of Atlanta,
executive secretary of the Georgia
Tuberculosis Association, was host
recently to all chairmen of the first
district of Georgia at a luncheon
at Cedartown.
Mrs. E. R. Hodgson, Jr., chair¬
man for Clarke County of the an¬
nual tuberculosis Christmas seal
sale announces the campaign wifl
begin December 1, and extern]
throughout the month.
One hundred and sixty-two per¬
sons were helped in finding em¬
ployment by the national re-em¬
ployment office for the Athens di¬
vision last week, it is announced
by W. F. Pittard, officer in charge.
Through the Quitman relief of¬
fice a total of 4,000 pounds of fresh
beef has been distributed to needy
families from the government cat¬
tle shipped in from the west and
being slaughtered in Thomas
County.
The Bartow Grand Jury, in an
adjourned term of the Bartow Su¬
perior Court, completed its work
last week and read its presentments
in open court, highly praising all
officers of the court from the judge
down.
Residents of the Atlanta and Co¬
lumbus areas will meet at the Rais¬
on hotel at Columbus November 8
with others interested to confer on
a plan to bring about the improve¬
ment of the Chattahoochee-Apa-
iachicola river system.
The quality and staple of the cot-
ion crop in Emanuel County is
turning out much better than was
expected, according to reports of
the cotton quality reporting service
of the United States Department of
Agriculture and the Georgia Ex¬
periment station.
The annual poppy day, sponsored
by the American Legion Auxiliary,
will be held at Rome on Saturday,
November 10, it has been announced
by Miss Cobble Mae Dean, who has
been appointed chairman by Mrs.
Max Kuttner, president of the aux¬
iliary. Proceeds will aid former
soldiers in government hospitals.
Approximately 80 per cent of the
farmers who are bringing their
cotton to Rome this year are stor¬
ing It and borrowing the 12-cents
a pound available through federal
legislation, it was estimated by R.
fi. McDaniel, of the Rome office
of the Georgia Co-operative Cotton
Growers’ Association.
General services for C. L. Heart-
sell, former Dalton postmaster and
editor of the old Dalton Argus, who
died in a Milledgeville sanitarium,
were held at Dalton on October 2G.
Mr. Heartsell was one of Dalton’s
most prominent citizens. He was at
one time editor of the Cleveland
Banner, Cleveland, Tenn.
A new water system installed at
Cartersville is the result of exten¬
sions and additional machinery
placed at the local plant, under the
supervision of City Manager John
VV Dent. The supply conies direct¬
ly from the Etowah river, being
pumped into reservoirs, where it
undergoes filtration processes.
The annual Acworth city elec¬
tion was held recently and C. C.
Butler was named mayor and D. H.
Collins, Orlando Awtry, Jr., J. H.
Robertson, F. C. Mills and W. L.
Evans, councilmen.
Total production of local manu¬
facturing and printing and publish¬
ing plants in EaGrange, during
1933 valued at $0,564,280 according
to h preliminary summary of data
collected in the biennial census of
manufacturers just completed by
the bureau of the census.
was hastily putting something In the i
pocket of his white linen vest as he
came, and fumbled his damp hand free
to greet her.
Now, as lie reached out his hand,
the small object which he hod so
hastily hidden in the sagging pocket
tumbled out. It struck the floor with
a strange sound of weight and for
some reason Sonya stooped and picked
it up even before the man could catch
it as it fell.
“I'll take it,” he said qu'ckly, “giva
it here.”
But again for some dim reason
Sonya held the little thing and looked
at it curiously.
It was a flat, narrow can about the
size of the littlo can in which Serge
Savarin got his tobacco for his pipe,
and it was shaped very much the
same, having a rounded top and a flat
bottom.
But there the similarity ceased, for
this container was made of solid brass
and thickly and beautifully carved
with Chinese characters, while at the
lower edge the small, belligerent figure
of a fighting cock stood boldly out in
has relief.
And it was unbelievably heavy for
its size.
This much she saw and felt before
the proprietor of the store reached out (
and took it from her so quickly as to
be rude. He fairly snatched it and j
dropped it once more in the sagging
pocket.
Then he laughed unctuously, rub¬
bing his wet palms together.
“A new tobacco. Miss Sonya,” he
said, “for my personal use. Very select I I
and, I may say, costly. Now, what can
I do for you today?’’
named Looking her at him curiously Sonya ] j
small purchases, and he
bustled about, getting them from shelf
and bin. And turning idly the girl j
looked directly into two dark faces ;
under Mexican hats which peered fur¬
tively at her from around the door j
jamb. that She they knew with the a thrill of por- j
tent were same two men
whom she had seen that day long back
with Stiirr Stone, when he had brought
her purchases out to the car in Parks’
place.
Their black eyes stared steadily at
her, and turning again she caught a
flash between them and the store’s
owner.
(.’hilled and frightened, she gathered
her things and went swiftly out,
mounted Darkness and rode from the
town at a long lope. She knew in¬
stinctively that she had stumbled on
something of importance, and that
Parks was, in some dim way, a part
of it.
Oh, what was it all about! IVhers
was Starr Stone, and what would his
master do to him?
Starr Stone—and Parks—and planes
—and contraband sent east from some¬
where along the Border—about the
middle—about here.
She knew—deep in her heart she
knew—what Mr. Marston would give
a lot to know, what lie had come here
to find. What Rod Rlake would help
him find if he knew. Rod Blake—Rod
Blake on Starr Stone’s trail. He would
be as unrelenting as El Capitan if
once he knew all the shining things,
the sweet tilings, that Sonya knew, the
dark things, the evil things which she
knew, too. The whole terrible thing
was too much for one girl's loving
heart to hold, and Sonya felt as if the
bottom were falling from the universe,
as if soon she and all her little world
would be destroyed.
Her hands, clenched tight on her
reins, were ice cold, the heart in her
breast as cold. And the shadows of
twilight were beginning to fail across
the great levels of the sage, the sun
was down behind the Bad Lands.
And then, from high up and far
away, a sound fell on her ears, the
thin small sound of engines in the
blue coming rapidly nearer. She
stopped and looked up anxiously, and
presently she saw it—a tiny speck that
grew and lowered until it was circling
over her, seeking a place to land.
It was the little gray ship she hjid
seen before, the powerful blunt-nosed
thing which could land and take off
with such incredible swiftness. It was
down, its bouncing tail stilled, Its en¬
gine throttled down but running, and a
man was climbing over the side, coming
toward her across the sand. Was it,
could it be, Starr Stone?
She peered hard for a glint of bronze
hair beneath his helmet, but could not
see it, nor his eyes behind the dis¬
figuring goggles.
And then he was here, close at Dark¬
ness’ head, and his hand was on the
bit. She saw then that he was dark,
a Mexican—that another like him was
coming from the ship—and then stark
drama took the silence* and the stili
shadows.
For Sonya Savarin, fighting for her
life, came out of her saddle, saw
Darkness sailing away in a panic of
fright, his empty stirrups flying—felt
the feet, sand the giving ship under loom her large stubborn he* j
saw as
captors brought her, struggling, to h
—felt her hands held behind her. She
was lifted up and put over the side
into a gray leather seat, a strap was
buckled tightly around her. The climbed man j j
who had first approached her
into the pilot’s seat, the other squeezed
in somewhere at her back and side
the engine roared for a moment, th«
plane quivered, surged ahead, surged
faster, its tail came up, and almoal
Immediately the vast spfead of th«
desert began to drop away beneath.
With a gasp stifled on her ashee
lips Sonya Savarin was away amo»f
the stars.
TO B2 OONTIMVWS.
W raps of White Velvet in New Lines
By CHERIE NICHOLAS '
A GAIN velvet as medium for the for-
•Ca tnil i wrap reigns supreme. The
latest gesture in high fashion circles is
white velvet for evening coats, for
handsome tunics to top dark skirts and
for the new basque and jacket blouses.
Designers are doing wonderful things
with ttie new white velvet such as a
knee-depth tunic made of white trans¬
parent velvet with gold cord and tassel
at the neckline and about tiie waist
There is also a lovely crinkled wash¬
able white velvet being shown this
season which is eminently practical
seeing that it tubs to perfection. For
blouses and tunics this white washable
velvet will be found ideal.
An intensely interesting note about
the new formal evening wraps which
are fashioned of white velvet, Is their
silhouettes which depart radically from
tiie conventional lines we have been
accustomed to see.
For inspiration in creating the new¬
er wraps, designers are turning to such
humble sources as butcher-boy smocks
and other similar garments of loose¬
flowing lines. The butcher-boy jacket
which belts across the front, flaring
loose at tiie back, is wonderfully youth¬
ful and chic made up in white velvet.
A collar of white ermine with muff and
wee hat to match makes such an en¬
semble infinitely attractive.
Then, too, in this movement toward
the silhouette which is different style
creators have even turned their atten¬
tion to choir boy garb as a contribut¬
ing influence to tiie new wrap fashions.
The evening coat to the right in the
picture reflects somewhat this source
GOLD NAILHEADS
Hy ClfKKIE NICHOLAS
On many of the new fail dresses one
sees cubochon or big-button effects as
pictured here, which are formed of
either gold or silver nailheads. This
dark brown dress of ehardonize yarn
in popcorn weave offers several new
style notes. It is trimmed with a lame
collar in gold which matches tiie nail-
heads down the front of the blouse.
The slasii in tiie sleeves is especially
important for slashed treatments
abound in the new fashions. Covered
buttons outline the shoulder and trim
the tight cuffs to the elbow. The seif-
fabric girdle is wide and soft. Sash
effects such as this often take the
place of belts in tiie newer models.
Ankle-Length Sk.rt*
Ankle-length skirts will be seen on
many afternoon gowns in London’s so¬
ciety circles this winter.
of inspiration, although u also par¬
takes of the quaint dolman fashion, in
that its sleeves are loose and large at
the armhole. Self-velvet cording bor¬
ders the full cape-like sleeves as well
as tiie round neckline and down the
front opening. This very lovely gar¬
ment is fastened at the throat by a sin¬
gle, big jeweled button.
Beautiful, simple and new lines dis¬
tinguish tiie evening coat to the left
in the group. The cowl back (tiie monk
inspiration is a big force in the pres-
ent-day styles) and full sleeves point¬
ed at tiie elbow are details which in¬
terpret new fashion trends at their
best for this superb wrap of ivory
crystelle velvet. We would like to tell
you more, if we had space, about the
tendency of designers to seek sugges¬
tions from ecclesiastical vestments for
their new fashions. This is especially
noticeable in the simple draped ef¬
fects adopted together with a wide use
of big cords and tassels and hoodlike
drapes at the neckline. This influ¬
ence can tie traced throughout dress
and tunic and blouse design as well
as in the fashioning of evening wraps.
A feature made much of in style do¬
ings for tiffs fall and winter is the use’
of rich dark brown furs on white.
The stunning knee-length coat of white
velvet centered in the illustration has
luxurious cuffs of brown fox—a lovely
combination. Here again we see the
simplicity of line whch marks the
smartest new evening wraps. The bow
tie of self-velvet at the throat Is in
perfect keeping with the chaste naive
lines of tills exquisite garment.
©. Western Newspaper Union.
WILD WEST TOUCH
TO TAILORED SUITS
From the wild and woolly West como
some of the smartest costume inspira¬
tions of tiie season.
There is a Buffalo Bill flair to the
tailored suits and hats which bedeck
our up-and-coming shop windows this
fall.
There is the wide-brimmed felt hat
with a sombrero air which tops off
the season’s tailored tweeds.
One of the most successful examples
of tiie wild West trend in hats appro¬
priately is called the dude rancher, and
there are others, such as rough rider
and the sidesaddle beret.
Then there are tiie bandannas which
smart co-eds are knotting about their
aristocratic throats this season In the
manner of the dashing cowboys.
They are effective in the classic red
and blue printed cottons of the real
cowboy’s bandanna. And there are
others, more pretentious, in soft neck¬
tie silk.
They add a dashing touch of color
to the tailored woolen daytime frock or
the sweater and skirt costume.
House Coats Are Smart to
Wear in One’s Lazy Hours
For lazy hours of relaxation women
are now wearing smart and extremely
comfortable house coats. They are
made of heavy white silk with broad
revers as tailored as those of a man’s
dinner jacket and belted in place with
a heavy silk cord. Pajamas or a heavy
white slip may be worn with the coat.
Another lovely negligee is one made
of a luscious angora crepe with a neck¬
line and sleeves trimmed with hands
of shaved marabou feathers which give
the appearance of fur.
Green a Favorite
Green in a vivid medium tone
makes day frocks and ensembles, eve¬
ning gowns and wraps, as well as
blouses more sober colored suits, while
deeper shades called “forest” and
“hunt er" and blue green are also muck
favored.