Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 June 1937 — Page 14

. SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN

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CAST OF CHARACTERS CAROLEE COLTER, heroine, prospector’s daughter. STUART BLAKE, Eastern “dude” tourist; Carolee’s lover. HENRY COLTER, prospector. PAUL AND SILAS COLTER; prospector’s sons. ' NINA BLAKE, Stuart’s sister.

Yesterday—The Blake-Colter difficulty is settled; Stuart and Carolee both apologize. Both families start up toward Superstition Mountain and Fred Potter recalls the curse that follows it.

CHAPTER THREE

T Apache Junction, 36 miles A from Phoenix, the Colters took the left and moved along the road that skirts the north base of Superstition Mountain. The father had made some inquiries, learning that squatters would be tolerated for a ‘time almost anywhere along thd mountain slopes. This was part of a national forest. They pulled off the main road and drove nearly six miles across the gently sloping desert. ‘ When they made camp for the night they were at the foot of a cliff that must have been 1000 feet straight up. It somehow awed them, shrinking them to animated minutiae and making their khaki tent a mere brown speck in the forest. # # # 'AROLEE threw back her head and shouted “HELLO-0-0,” but they were too close for an echo.

“Cain’t you help cook no supper?” her father demanded. They stayed there three days, while the men searched for a more permanent camp site. They wanted to get in deeper, and they eventually decided to hide the car among shrubbery, buy horses which they would need anyway, and pack everything up to a high, flat, green mesa which they had discovered. It would save much climbing on their daily trips and, incidentally, get them away from possible snoopers; the Colters, save for Carolee, were never sociable, least of all were they likely to be so when hunting for gold. #2 8 8 OWARD evening of their third day in the temporary camp, however, they had a visitor. He came unannounced and uninvited. Over his hunched shoulders draped a colorful blanket. He was hatless, his hair exceedingly long. Carolee knew him at once to be an Indian. He grinned ever so little, took rather elaborate notice of the food that was cooking, and sat down near the campfire without saying a word. “How do you do?” greeted Carolee, staring at him uneasily. “Unh.”

His grunt indicated that formalties were over. The Colter men arrived soon after, but they had no suggestion to offer about their guest. To be sure, they could have thrown him out, but that didn’t seem advisable for a number of reasons. He only grinned meagerly at any attempts to converse with him.

N time the meal was ready, and the Indian didn’t wait. He reached his fingers into every pot ' and helped himself generously, before the Colters had served themselves. Nobody said anything, but Carolee was enjoying the little comedy immensely, specially the obvious discomfiture of her father and brothers. Neither she nor they knew what was going on, but she wasn’t taking it seriously. She felt safe with her folks there.

When he had eaten—or rather gorged—the Indian announced himself officially. “My name . . . Percy,” said he, haltingly. All the Colters laughed a little at that, and Carolee asked how he got that name.

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4“ HITE man in store,” he said. ¥ “He no like Horse-With-Crooked-Tail. What you do here?” This took a moment of thinking. Evidently he had another name, and some American trader had tacked Percy onto it, Carolee decided. She elected to answer for her family. “We are camping here, but we will move tomorrow, Mr.—er— Percy.” “Where you go?” “Away up there—see?--up in the mountain.” Percy shook his head ominously. “Bad,” he declared. “Bad? How so?” “Ummbh.” He pointed dramatically at a skyline to the westward. It was silhouetted then in the sunset, jagged with thousands of small boulders, fantastically shaped, like soldiers in a broken, irregular row. “Little' Men,” rumbled Percy.

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VERYONE studied the formations. . “By george, they do look like people!” agreed old man Colter. Some of them had faces, some wore ‘hats, some were humped and some _were leaning, but they were aptly named. “You mean—they were white people, and were turned to stone?” Carolee asked him. “Unh.” His grunt was affirmative this time. He arose slowly as if to go, eyeing the last of the food longingly. They all looked at him. Suddenly Carolee entered the tent and come: back with her box of candy, politely offering it to him. It was the large box from Stewart ‘ Blake, still more than half full. Percy eyed it a moment, then his face shone. He reached out for a piece or two, but childishly took the entire box. Carolee was taken aback, and the guffaws of her two, brothers didn't help any; but she didn’t try to re-

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trieve- her candy. Percy sat down for another gastronomic orgy.

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AROLEE had been lonely for almost any sort of company, and Percy was amusing. He seemed to visit strangers; he might—maybe—maybe he’d visited some other white people. She set in to question him. She didn’t know it, but she couldn’t have made friends better with Percy had she deeded him a whole ranch; the average Indian will sell*anything for candy. “Have you been to other white people’s camps?” she asked. He nodded, still eating. “Do you know some people named —named Blake? Two men? A father and son? Where are they?”

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E appeared bewildered at this. “One white man has big shoulders—so0,” she measured generously, “and has deep brown eyes. He——" Carolee remembered her audience and stoped abruptly. She even blushed a trifle. Percy didn’t notice, but after a bit he spoke again. “You wantum gold?” he asked. “Eh?” Old man Colter perked up at this. “You like get gold?” He motioned, in suggestion, to the mountain. “Yas, yas we do, boy,” said Mr. Colter. “The’s gold up here, aint the’? You know anything about it?” “Unh.” Percy appeared totally ignorant. Mr. Colter tried several more tacts, doing his best to get information from Percy, but enjoyed no success. Once Percy pointed again to the Little Men, and finally he arose again to leave them. He didn’t bother to say goodby, he departed as unceremoniously as he had arrived. ” ® ” * HET Redskin mighta knowed something,” commented old man Colter, “but dang his tight hide, he won’t tell.” “Acts like he’s dumb, to me,” said Paul, and Silas nodded. Mrs. Colter took no part in the conversation.

She rarely said anything, in fact; she was a dutiful nonentity, long since squelched by circumstances. “He didn’t know nothin’,” Silas guessed. “There was Redskins in these mountains, but not lately. I asked about it at that filling station. TR’ Reds massacred a big gang of Spaniards in here oncet. Th’ Spanjards worked a mine. But that was a hundred years or so ago, the man said. This Percy wouldn't a been born. He’s just full of superstition. That’s how come the mountain got its name, likely.” " s 2

1= seemed 'to he a logical summary of the situation. The three men turned their conversation to Carolee. “First time I ever see a man call on a gal and take candy away from her,” Silas teased. All three of them laughed at and with her. Then Paul Colter put in a sour note. He was the most sullen member of the family. “Seems like you're plenty interested in this fellow Blake, Sis. Couldn’t you think of no more questions to ask about him?” ” 8 ® ER . temper flashed quickly then. “What if I did ask about him?” she challenged. “He’s the only man who’s been decent to me since I left school. And you even tried to kill him. You've dragged mother and me a thousand miles from home and stuck us up on a mountain. Do you think I want to be a hermit?” Nobody answered immediately. None of the other Colters could keep conversational pace with Carolee, whom they loved in a strange fashion, enough to have sent her through a junior college, and who had grown too far away from them. Old man Colter renewed a chew of tobacco, labored at it and spat. “We are up here reminded her, laconically. in’ don’t figger in this.”

(To Be Continued)

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Daily Short Story

NO HAM—By Harold L. Monroe

IGNAL QUARTERMASTER TOMMY BROWN jerked the canvas hood over the largest of the U. S. S. Colorado’s searchlights. “I guess that’s the last of them official signals for today, and, boy, am I glad!” he said to Bill Treat, the signal boy on watch. “I gotta get ashore plenty pronto this evening. Got a hot date with Jane Morrison. You know, the red-headed hasher at the Lghthouse.” The signal boy looked up surprised. ‘Say feller,” he said heartily, “you sure are the lucky stiff. That kid 4s a regular guy.” “You're tellin’ me? Don’t I know that? Say if that dame hadn't been built a female she’d made a swell gob. She knows the signals like an old-timer She can send dot and dash, too. Her old man is a retired 20-year man. And at tying fancy knots, why, say, she’s good as any bo’s’n’s mate. And on top of all that —well, she’s just my type—and ain't she got the biggest, the brownest, the most per-per-suasive eyes?” “Per-what kinda eyes? Hold everything there, sailor! Don’t spread it on too thick or you'll have my young innocent mind goin’ adrift.” ” n ” OMMY, humming the notes of a popular refrain, skillfully executed several of the latest dance steps. He slashed a vicious left hook at an unoffending flag bag that hung close by and stepped over to the cleaning gear locker where from his own private hiding place he pulled his neatly rolled “liberty blues.” He quickly changed his clothes and, slipping on his neckerchief and adjusting his white hat at the proper angle while he ran, he hurried aft to the port gangway, where the liberty party was falling in. The Colorado’s motor launch plugged along at her usual 11 knots. To Q. M. Brown, squatting in ‘the bow, twice this speed would have been much too slow. The launch was still yards from the landing float when he hopped to his feet. The coxswain of: the launch shifted his quid, spat over the side, then bawled out, it down in th’ boat, sailor. Who th’ hell said anything about disembarkin’?” Tommy focused insolent, flashing eyes in the coxswain’s direction. “Aw go kiss a dirty coal-passer,” he growled; and: as the boat bumped into the float, he leaped ashore and was far up the dock before the coxswain had time to think of a snappy answer. z 8 8

FEW minutes later Tommy left the bus in front of the Lighthouse cafe. He jerked the screen door open, slipped over to the counter and dropped lightly on to a stool. “Hello Janie,” he grinned at the girl with the ginger colored hair. A short abrupt, “Hullo,” was the only answer from behind the counI. Tommy Brown's eyes . squinted, “Say, babe, is that the proper way to greet your old sea-daddy? What's the trouble, sick or something? And you ain’t got the usual ‘come hither’

DRINK

Ice Cold

in them big brown eyes of yours.” “Oh I—I—I got a c-c-cold in my head,” the waitress mumbled. G—Guess that’s what makes my eyes keep blinking this way.” No cold in her head would affect her that way. It was something else. The poor kid's scared stiff, Tommy decided. His eyes roved around the room. Nobody around except a short stumpy guy eating in one of the booths. The stumpy guy scowled at Tommy. Tommy turned back toward the waitress. “I'll have some ham. and——" he said, watching the girl closely. The waitress started for the kitchen, then casting a furtive glance in the direction of the stranger's booth, she turned suddenly and faced Tommy squarely. “Sorry, w-we're not serving anything but fountain drinks,” she said shakily. Tears dimmed her eyes. Hastily, she blinked them back.

“S funny,” Q. M. Brown said. He turned toward the stumpy stranger. The fellow’s ' face darkened. Tommy turned back to the girl. “Well, he’s eatin’—” he began, then his eyes lit up. “Well give me a beer, and make it snappy.” ” ” ”

OMMY gulped his beer down and sauntered slowly toward the door; just as he drew abreast of the stumpy guy’s booth he danced over sideways—his left fist shot out —the man grunted and slumped over the table. With quick fingers the quartermaster searched him. From a hip pocket he took a squat blue automatic. -

Jane was already at the telephone and she had hardly hung up the receiver before a police car pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant. Two husky plainclothes men hopped out ot the car and pushed through the door. ; “Well, well,” said one of the cops as the stumpy guy straightened up, “if it ain’t Dutch Schultzenheimer.” Then to Tommy. “Nice work, sailor. This guy’s a killer, and there's a reward for him.”

“Dutch Schultzenheimer?” @. M. Brown said in an awed voice. “Say, Janie was tellin’ me about this guy the other day. No wonder she was scared.” He nodded over toward Janie.” “And if they’s any reward she gets it.”

Jane drew a dainty handkerchief from her apron pocket and gave a few hasty swipes at her eyes, now. wide at the mention of the reward. They weren't blinking now—well, one eye did wink just once in Tommy’s direction. The cops looked at the girl. Schultzenheimer ond | Dusen “Her?” the Dutchman grunted, unbelieving. “The dirty little rat. How the hell could she? I been watchin’ her alla time.” “Well, now, fella, I wish you’ look at them very rr ru of hers,” Quartermaster Brown cut in. Then turning to Janie, he said: “Go ahead, honey, show the ustawas big shot gunman and the coppers how you can send blinker messages winking your right eye for a dot and your left one for a dash.” THE END

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The characters in this story are fictitious

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