Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 146, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 October 1922 — Page 8

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Ramingai *JeweiJ| W hi ROBERT W CHAMBERS C 19*2*2 GEORGE K DORA* COMRAHY

SYNOPSIS The savane baule for possession of thè fum ine Jewel had reached a tense point In thè huntliig <an.p of |he Adtrondaeks wliere MIKE CLINCH has hoardcd thè geni ae thè •ole meati* tX gtvrng hia beautiful stepdaughter, EVE BTRAYER, thè edueatton of a lady. Thl pneeless geni was li rat etolen Irom thè refugee IXJUNTEBS OF E9THONIA by thè great Internationa thlef. QUINTANA. Clinch stole thè Jewel from Quintana and now Quintana has returned and etops at nothing to wtn back thè gem. For love of thè counteee. JAMES DARRAGH. under thè name of HAL SMITH, ig trying to get thè Jewel. Fightlng alongside of Clinch men agatnst Quintana. Smith, dreseed as thè gangman Salzar, dasheg tato thè camp and takes thè jewel paeket from Quintana, who has just grabbed it from Ève. He ride? away. rnd Ève, with her lover. IROOPER STORMONT escape from Quintana by swimming thè lake. Then Ève shows ghe hag held thè Jcwels in her mouth. Slie belleved she had given Quintana an empty case. EPISODE EIGHT < up and IJp CHAPTER I Two miles beyond Clinch's Dump. Hai Smith pulled Stormont’s horse to a walk. He was trcmendously excited. With naive sincerity he belleved that what he had done on thè spur of thè moment had been thè only thing to do. By snatchinp thè Flaming Jewel from Qulntana’s verv fingere he had dlverted that vindietlve bandlt's fury from Ève, from Clinch, from Stormont, and had centered it upon hlmself. More than that. he had sown thè seeds of suspicion among Qulntana’s own people. They never could discover Saizar's body. Always they must belleve that lt was Nicolas Salzar and no other who so treacherously robbed thcm, and who rode away In a rain of bullets. shaking thè emblazoned morocco case above hls masked head In trlumph, derlslon and deflance. At thè recolieotion of what had happened. Hai Sn ith drew trldle, and. sitting hls sanile there in thè false dawn. thrcw back hls hantìsome head and ìaughed untll thè fading stars nverhead svanì In hls eyes through tears of sheerest mirth. Hls fingerà treinbled slightiy as he pressed thè jeweled spring. It opened on an empty casket. In thè sudden shock of horror and astonishment. his convulsive clutch on thè spring started a tiny bell ringing. Then, under his very nose. (he empty tray siici aside revealing another tray undemeath. set dolidty with briHiants. A ralnbow of glltter streamed from thè unset gems In thè 'ò'ken tniv. Like an incredulous ohild he touched them. They were magiiifìcently reai. In thè center lav blazing thè great Erosite gem—thè Flaming Jewel Itself. Prieeless diamonds. sapphires, e neralds ringed It. In his hands he held nearly four mlUions of dollars. Gingerly he balanced thè emblazoned case, fasclnated. Then he ivplaced thè empty tray, closed thè box. thrust it Into thè bosom of his tlannel shlrt and buttoned it In. Now there was little more for thls cxcited young man to do. He was through with Clinch. Hai Smith. . hold-up man and dish-washer at Clinch's Dump, had ended his career. The time had now arrived for him to vanish and make room for James Darragh. For by this tlme thè Grand Duchess of Esthonia —Ricca, as she was called by her companlon, Valentlne, thè pretty Countess OrloffStrelwitz —must have arrived in New York.

Jle lifted thè bridle from thè liorse's neck. divlded curb and snaffle thoughtfully, touched thè splendld animai with heel and toe. As he cantered on lnto thè wide foresi road that led to his late unforest road that led to his late uncle's abode, curiosity led him to wheel into a narrower trail running cast along Star Pond, and from whence he could take a farewell vlew of Clinch’s Dump. Alders stili concealed thè house aerosa thè lake, but thè trail was aiready Corning out lnto thè starlight. Suddenly his horse atopped short, trembllng, lts ears prlcked forward. Darragh sat listenlng lntently for a moment. Then with infinite caution he leaned over thè cantle and gently ►arted thè alders. On thè pebbled beach. full In thè starlight, stood two figures, one whlte and slim, thè other dark. The arm of thè dark figure clasped thè waist of thè whlte and slender one. ‘‘Ève' Jack Stormont! Whr.t thè devii are you doing over here?” Stormont walked slowly up to his own horse, laid one unsteady hand on ita silky nose, kept It there whlle dusty, velvet lips mumbled and caressed his fingere. “I knew it was a cavalryman,” he sald quletly. “I suspeoted you, Jim. It was thè sort of crazv thing you were likely to do. • • • I don’t ask you what you’re up to, where you’ve been, what your plana may be. If you needed me you’d have told me. “But I’ve gotto have my horse for Ève. Her feet are wounded. She's in her night dress and wringring wet. I've gotto set her on my horse and try to take her through to Ghost Lake.” . Darragh stared at Stormont, at thè ghostly figure of thè girl whn had sunk down on thè sand at thè lake’s edge. Then he scrambled out of thè saddle and handed over thè bridle. “Jack, your tunic breeches are soaked IH be glad to chip in something for Ève • • *\Vait a moment— He stepped into cover, drew thè morocco box from his gray shirt, shoved it into his hip pocket. -~ncn he threw off his eartridge belt and hunting coat, pulled thè gray shirt over his head and carne out in his undershirt and breeches, with thè other garments hanging over his arm. "Give her these,” he said. “She can button thè coat around her waist for a skirt. She’d better go somewhere and get out of that soaking-wet nightdress —” Ève, crouched on thè sand, trying to wring out and twist up her drenched hair, looked up at Stormont as he carne toward her holding out Darragh’s dry clothing. ‘■You’d better do what you can with these.” he said, trying to speak care-lf-ssly • * • “He says you'd better • ■huek —what you're wearing—"

She r.odded In flushed coniprehension. Stormont walked back to hls horse, his boots slopplng water at every stride. *‘l don’t know any place nearer than Ghost Lake Inn," he sald • • • ‘‘except Harrod's.” "That’s where we’re going, Jack,” sald Darragh cheerfully. "That’s your place, lsn’t it?” “YOU’D BETTER DO WHAT TOU CAN WITH THESE.” “It is. But I don't want Ève to know lt • • • I thlnk lt better she should not know me except as Hai Smith—for thè present, any way. You'll see to that, won’t you?” "I don’t ùnderatand. but—lt’s all right—whatever you say, Jlm.” "I’il teli you thè whole business some day. But where I'm going to tnke you now ls lnto a brand new camp whlch I ordered built last spring. Jt’s withln a mile of thè State Forester border. Ève won't know that it's Harrod property. I’ve a hatchery there and tlie State lets tne have a man in exehange for free fry. When I get there I'il i*oet my man * • • it will be a roof for tonight .anyway, and breakfast In thè mornir.g, whenever you're ready.” "That's thè thing to do. then,” sald Stormont bluntiy. He dropped one sopping-wet sleeve over his horse's neek. taking care not to touch thè saddle. He was thinklng of thè handful of gems in his pocket; and he wondered why Darragh had said nothing about tlie enipty case for which he had so recklessiy risked his lise. A slight sound from thè shore caused him to turn. Ève was comlng toward him in thè dusk. rnovlng palnfully on her wounded feet. Darrangh's flannel shirt and his hunting coat buttoned around her slender waist clothed her. The next instant he was beside her Ufteing her in bolli arma. As he plaoed her In thè saddle nnd adjusted one stirrup to her ban■laged foot she tumed and quletly thanked Darragh for thè clothing. And that was a brave thing you did.” she added, ” —to risk your Ufo for my father’s property. Because tlie morocco case which you saved proved to be empty does not make what you did any thè less loyal and gallant.” Darragh gazed at her. astounded; took thè hand she stretched out to him, held it with a allly expression on his features. (To Be Contlnued)

TITIQUOISE HILLSfIRE FOUNO Ancient Workings Probably Were in Operation Thousands of Years Before Columbus. ALBUQUERQUE. X. M., Oct. 28. In New Mexico, not far from thè small town of Cerrillos, are two hills that have been mined since prehistorlc tlmes for turquoise. One of them, 200 feet high, is called Mt. Chalchlbuitl (thè Aztec name for torquoise); thè other, somewhat bigger is Turquolse Hill. On thè sides of Mt. Chalchihuitl are a number of ancient workings, cavern-like, which were called by early prospectors in that region “wonder caves,” or “mystery caves.” One of these pits is 130 feet deep, 200 aerosa thè rim and 100 feet wide at its bottom. Worked by Mexicans The mines on thè two hills in question were worked for turquoise by thè aboriginal Mexicans for centuries and perhaps for thousands of years before Columbus landed. Memorials which they left behind in thè excavaticns include niany stone hammers ar.d sledges that were swung with both hands. Many veins of turquoise run through thè rock, some of them as much as two inches wide. The prehistoric miners got it out by building tìres against thè rock to disintegrate thè latter. The great bulk of thè material is too mixed up with thè rocky matrlx to have any vaine (as is always thè case in turquoise mines,) but now and then there occurs a nugget of thè pure stuff that is big enough to yield a fine geni. CRIME GRIPS LONDON Death Stalks Abroad in tìray Englisti Capitai. LONDON, (By mail to United Press). —Tragedy grtpped London this week, when each day brought to light lurid letails of ghastly deaths. Here are a few of them: London boy plays cowboy and plunges knife into heart. Chlld of three sound dead in a chest. Flfteen-year-old boy hangs self on aged grandmother’s bedpost. Grandmother blind, falls over corpse, fractures high and dies. Nurse faints and drops two months only baby in tire, then, grief stricken commits suicide by poison; Ex-officer <>f lirighton shoots anA self

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