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excellent automatic which El Capltan
Diablo would never need again, trained
on them both.
At that grim command Rodney
Blake stopped In his tracks, the other
behind him.
“You, Mr. Savarln, have a right to
know that your sister is free as the
wind to choose—her man and her life.
If I am that man, I give you my word
that she shall not regret her choice
through me. If that life Is with me, I
give you my word again that It shall
be all that 1 can make It with my
heart’s very blood. But she shall
choose. Sonya—remember, you are
free.”
"Free!” the girl cried. “And I have
already chosen! To the end of life I
choose you, Starr Stone."
Once more the other turned his head,
put his free arm round her, smiled
down with his wild blue eyes that were
midnight dark by now.
Then, “Fadre," he said to the Ser¬
vant of the Lord, “can you say the
marriage service?”
“Surely, my son,” the old man an¬
swered softly,
“Will you say it, here and now, for
her and for me?”
“Gladly. The young heart must
have Its mate while the world is new.
All things lose their brightness, and
youth is short at best.”
The shabby, thin old figure moved
forward with a strange dignity.
“Thy right hand, child,” he said to
Sonya, “and thine, son. No," shaking
his silver locks, “not with that en¬
gine of destruction in It."
So Starr Stone changed the gun
from his right hand to his left, but its
blunt nose never wavered from its
mark. He took Sonya’s hand, and
with his eyes fixed on the faces of
the three men held at bay before him
he began to answer the lovely ques¬
tions of the ancient ritual.
“Wilt thou, Starr, take this woman,
Sonya, to be thy lawful wife, to love,
Cast His Shrieking Burden Far
Out to the Empty Space Below.
cherish, and protect,” the tender words
went on, “till death do you part?”
“I will,” he said.
“And wilt thou, Sonya, take this
man, Starr, to be thy lawful husband
—to love, honor, and obey . .
Sonya’s clear “I will” sounded in
the high silence like the tones of a
distant bell.
Then Starr Stone bent and kissed
her swiftly.
“The covenant,” he whispered, "for¬
ever and forever.”
"Forever,” she repeated.
“Padre,” said the man, “for this
service I give you my deep thanks.
Some day I’ll give you gold. Gentle¬
men, I warn you, stay where you are.
I'm leaving with my wife.”
And backing away, with Sonya In
the circle of his arm again, he went
step by step toward the plane.
Once in its shadow he lifted her to
her seat, reached for the belt, drew
the buckle.
Sonya clung about his neck, laugh¬
ter in her throat, tears on her cheeks.
“Where?” she cried. “Oh, Starr,
w it ere?”
“To a new life,” he said steadily,
“to a new world—to the West.”
“Wait,” she said, “one minute while
I leave the old.’’
She leaned out and called Into the
silver shadows where the three men |
stood. |
“Serge dear," she said clearly, “don’t 1
forget me—ever—and forgive me if
My love to you always, and ;
you can. I
to Lila and to Babs. Keep Darkness
for me. Rod—dear Rod—forgive me
too. And Mr. Marston, If you’re quick
enough and smart enough, you may
find that one who sends the contra¬
band to your city—at the store In
town. Good-by, Serge—some day I’ll
be coming back. Until then, God
keep you."
She changed swiftly to Navajo.
“Two Fingers,” she called, “Hos¬
teen Nez, Hosteen T’so—my hand on
my heart to you—my people—my
friends. I shall not forget.”
And presently there was the roar o I
the motor, the trembling beneath her
as the little gray ship came to pulsing
life, Starr Stone in the pilot’s seat, the
moving of the moonlit rock of the
mesa’s top, the turn, the surge, the
gathering speed, the lift, the thrill of
quiet as they lost contact and sailed
aW ay across the mesa s rim. Swiftly
they rose, and the tall stars came
down to meet them, glorying.
As they had faced together bravely
death and danger and disaster, so now
they faced together bravely life and
all It held for that white flame of
immortality which lights all mortal
flesh, true love.
[THE END.]
Flame
of the
Border
By
VINGIE E. ROE
Copyright,
Doubleday, Doran & Co., Ino.
WNU Service
CHAPTER XIV—Continued
—17—
"They would kill us both—because
we )j Ul jW too much about them—they
I are breakers of the law—outlaws
across the Border. Me they stole
three nights ago—my man they would
hang in the sun to die the slow death
-ami me they would give to this one
_aud to their followers after.”
Two Fingers looked at her with quiet
<yeB. good,” he said, “that we come.”
“It Is
“Oh— good!” she cried.
For another moment the tall Indian
looked at her.
Then he stooped and caught Manuel
as one takes a child and raised him
cross-wise above his head.
Two Fingers was a tall and power¬
ful man, and he looked like some an¬
cient god of his fathers as he strode
toward the mesa's lip.
In one horrified second Sonya Savarln
saw what he would do, and a scream
escaped her, but Starr Stone turned
her (ace.
And Two Fingers, walking steadily
toward that sharp rim, paused on Its
edge and cast his shrieking burden
far out to ttie empty space below.
Hard on his heels came Hosteen Nez
ind Hosteen T’so, with El Diablo,
lighting every Inch, between them.
“Quince 1” he cried as he passed.
’Save me and all I own Is yours
“Kemember those who fed the vul¬
tures, senor,” said Starr Stone, “whose
bones dried In the sun. Remember the
women!—the children starved! It is
your fate.”
“Save nte—Quince—save—” »
But the wind of his falling snatched
the last word from his mouth.
And there was silence on the mesa's
rim, five people standing still for one
breathless moment.
And then three horsemen came up
over the debouching lip of the ancient
trail; while a fantastic form with long
white hair on its shoulders was seen
to emerge from some hidden cranny
of the pueblo. Serge fftvarin, Rodney
Blake, and Mr. Marston rode forward
in astounded haste; the Servant of the
Lord came up between them ail.
‘Sonya 1” cried her brother. “Oh,
nty God! Where have you been?
What's happened to you?"
liut Rodney Blake sat silent, his
narrowed eyes taking In the group be¬
fore him: the haggard woman, the
scarecrow man with his right arm
around her, the Indians, and the mad
bid preacher of the Word.
And Sonya Savarln looked back, her
mind racing for the words which she
must say, the tale she must tell.
With guarded eyes she glanced
around: at Two Fingers, at Hosteen
Nez, at Hosteen T’so; these three who
had cleared the world of danger for
her, who had saved her and hers from
death.
These three—whom no one must
ever know had done what they had
done.
“L” she said, wetting her dry lips
again, “I have been in Mexico—kid¬
naped by two men who have—died.
I escaped—I and Starr Stone here—In
this plane, hut they followed us across
tlie Border to catch and kill us both.
We landed here—but—they—mistook
the— height. They—they—struck the
«dge, and—fell.”
She looked bravely in the three
men s eyes, her low voice clear and
•Diet, even though she could not help
file little gaps between her lying words.
“Is it not so?” she asked of Two
Fingers, turning.
It is so," the Indian replied.
And you, Hosteen Nez, Hosteen
Iso? Have I not spoken truly?”
I ruly, ’ these said quietly, nodding,
English limited.
“ My heaven!”
said Serge Savarin.
- y heaven! But who is this man
Fou? It seems I ought to know,
"here have I seen him?”
?ou have never seen him,” said
‘ "ton swiftly, “and he is my own man.
known him since the spring. I've
111 in. to tell Rod, for months
that you.
you must let me go—ttiat I can
Mer roarry you. I think I never
,
1, ‘" "’hat love could be before. Now
am irrevocably lost to you, my life
t0 th ‘ s man’s life. Forgive me.”
'"Iney Blake did not move, his
ami- clasped on his pommel.
• °oya," he said, “I know this man.
8aw !lin J once—at that Indian’s
h f) Ban. I felt this
a presage of mo-
eBt then. But that is neither here
r . i re. I do not release We’re
•tr,,ng you.
y OU jj orne w (£jj ug now —p m
along you to New York as soon as
ossihle. Away from this fantastic
untry you’ll return to sanity, to your
j-rnai self, and shudder at this mem
>nie a !° n ”> Serge.”
A a. , h
, e started forward, flung him
fr,) “ his saddle.
•arston followed him; Serge Sava
ri " hesitated.
; here
8 ,"T for the first time Starr
f'oke, moved from Sonya’s side
' ‘Quite,” he said, "my friends’
!u his extended hand <v:m tt it
TIME ece
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Wedding in Rural Rumania.
Prepared by National
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I N RUMANIA, east and "jjta
X interwoven that it Is
determine where one ^§|
and the other begins.
Some historians attribute the strj
blending of the Orient and the
dent within the Rumanian borders
countless invasions. Each invader,
whether Rot ,an, Hun, or Turk, left
his strong imprint on the nature of
the people.
Though Paris may be Frji r,
Bucharest is hardly nothingV'S™
capital has almost
with the country. It Is a ga;
politan city, often, If not' ^
the Little Paris of the Balka
Its streets are crowded with*
their dressed colorful women, uniforms officers andV re ”^ ’N
.
and men and won
onies, who con,
peasants in nat ■
In rags coffee and hot tyf
and j
good ;SJ
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'ip at six
or allions, on
whosf^Wcks riOf s in bright
red hunting costumesr»a<l^||ttli^gtrik
ing medieval picture.
Sleighride in Bucharest.
It is fun in winter to hire an open
sleigh drawn b,v horses bedecked with
bells and red ribbons, and driven by a
coachman in a high fur caciula
(cachoula), a tall astrakhan cap. long
velvet coat, and wide girdle of metal.
There are still a few coachmen liv¬
ing in Bucharest who belong to a cu¬
rious alien sect called Scopiti, now al¬
most extinct. The men were allowed
to marry, but at the birth of the first
child they were made sterile. One
sees them often driving open car¬
riages. They are fat and their skin
is like yellow parchment.
The wide avenue leading tip to the
Arc de Triomplie, past a pretty little
race course and the golf links of the
Country club, is a miniature sugges¬
tion of the Champs Elysees in the
French capital. Many stately palaces
and homes line its streets. Rumania
has gone modern In her new houses
and apartments.
There Is much music other than in
the cafes. Bucharest boasts of rathei
good opera during the winter and a
really fine symphony orchestra plays
modern music. The National temple
is well patronized and plays by Ru¬
manian and foreign authors are given.
Once ornate, the building is now shab¬
by, although an air of faded elegance
still pervades the place.
The parliament buildings and the
Rumanian Orthodox church stand on
the summit of the only hill in Bucha¬
rest. Bucharest is a city of churches.
From everywhere can be seen rising
tlie rounded domes of the Rumanian
Orthodox church. The people are re
ligious, but matter-of-fact about it. De-
spite the Slavic influence, there is no
mysticism here. Religion is simply
a part of everyday life. The church
is like a protective father, and they
respond with simple faith.
Down by the banks of the Dambo-
vita, which Eddie Cantor made famous
in one of his songs, is the great mar¬
ket, where flowers, fruit, food, house¬
hold goods, and Rumanian handiwork
are sold In the open booths of peasants
and petty tradespeople. Because so
many peasants are unable to read,
signs on many stores and shops are Il¬
lustrated with pictures of the articles
for sale within.
Among the Peasants.
Around Bucharest the country is not
unlike tlie agricultural state of Kan¬
sas. Here Is a tremendous wheat and
corn region. Visitors enjoy going
through the villages in this fertile dis¬
trict. Crazy little Kube Goldberg
houses, whose white-washed walls are
painted in soft pastel shades and dec¬
orated with borders of flowers or an¬
imals. present an amusingly shaky as¬
pect along the streets, Rumania is one
of the few countries now left in Eu¬
rope whose peasants usually dress in
native costume.
The Rumanian peasant Is lovable.
Always gracious, courteous, and good-
natured, he is industrious, yet some-
inefficient. He works hard in
unit forest but always In a
jtive manner, using the crude tools
r forefathers. ar
Kj>.-ir ■c Carpathian In I ’ 1
Qkk III,. “OhrTln; u
line between the
i^^p’ransylvania. la^Rhcy have During opportunity their ,"it
many
j^Vved ^JBve the ancient methods of
HKie by the peasants.
fhe is particularly impressed
native manner of washing
The laundress builds a fire in the pir
beneath a large iron pot. in which
puts the clothes to boil. Then,
large wooden trough hewn from a
she rubs handsl)without suid washes the garments
|k even the aid of
^Sy>oard. Next, she wrings out
ien with her own
Iting fcrge work It Is. bi
spotlessly white.
Kies Are Numerous.
^^dte Hd Delta country,
^ERfed. summer, many
The gypsies
' 'JUf9l va,ei ' troughs,
-H^Bipment, of cooking
' etc.
f.’S^K.ws, si-ru Italy
i , of t disillusion-
p some
Sy life
[sing when
;s! But gypsy
^t at every
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few lei.
Winters in Bucharest arts? —
cold. Oft^B one is distressed (
gypsy bovBF tin If naked and shiver:.!*
begging at the street corners,
The delta spreading country between covers a the t'«'r||
dons urea ii.^
branches of the Danube. Most
taut of Danube channels of the Is riveif” the Sigfg
which carries most ' l
coming down from
Austria, Hungary, Jugoslavia.
ehoslovakia.
The European commission of *"®B3
Danube, which assures free navigation
of the river, struggles constantly tor’
keep the silt, washed down from half
of Europe, from clogging up this artery
to tlie Black sea.
On the Danube’s banks are two im¬
portant ports, Galati ami Braila, which
receive vessels of ocean draft. Prin¬
cipal exports nre wheat, corn, barley,
lumber and some oil.
Valcov Is Interesting.
Vitieov, Rumania. Is more Russian
than Russia. The men all wear full
beards and are dressed in long velvet
coats btuton*Pteery ^women smartly up the
front, while 5 in their full
skirts and hea?Es> 3 gvered with bright
scarfs, make a gay chewing'®Knilower flet m-tn Children
are everywhere
seeds, the Russian substitute for gum
and peanuts.
Valcov is like a tiny Venice, with its
canals serving as main thoroughfares
through the town. Both in the fisher¬
men’s houses and in the market places,
the traveler always finds at least one
lovely ikon.
Entering first an immense storage
building, one sees where the fish arct
cleaned, sorted, packed in ice for ship¬
ment to Bucharest and other consum¬
ing centers, and smoked or salted for
export There is a great variety of
salt-aml-fresh water fish. Including
some strange Danubian species. At
the back of the storage house Is a
deep cave topped by an earthen mound,
where hundreds of tons of ice, cut from
the river and canals In winter, are
stored against the summer heat.
Crossing the main canal by an
arched wooden bridge, which recalls
the Bialto, the traveler arrives at the
large open market Here the fisher¬
men bring their daily catch to be sold
under the supervision of the state fish
eries. They go out In groups of five
or six to each sturdy boat made water¬
tight and blackened by tar. The boats
set out In time to reach the fishing
grounds by daylight; the fishermen say
they must catch the wary sturgeon
while she Is still asleep.
The fishing ground varies with the
seasons; sometimes It is the Black sea
and sometimes the Danube and the
channels of the delta, where the stur
geon come to spawn. The boats return
about noon, are unloaded, the fish
weighed, and the caviar extracted.
The sturgeon are put up for auction
and the buyers must be very expert t<
Judge the amount of caviar in the fish
before it is opened. These were tht
most famous and richest of Russia’s
caviar fisheries before Bessarabia be
came a component part of Rumania ii
1918.
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Speed Regulation
“Has Crimson Gulch any speed
regulations?”
“Yes,” answered Cactus Joe.
“When a suspicious stranger looms
up we warn him to keep goln’ and
get out of town as fast as possible."
Evolution Two Way»
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“What are you going to do about
the coming election?”
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ator Sorghum. “The question In my
mind Is what the coming election Is
going to do about me.”
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"What did your wife say when yon
stayed out late the other night?”
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