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THURSDAY, JULY 1, 1937" FANNY By Sylvia

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES OUT OUR WAY

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FLAPPER

SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN

By Oren Arnold

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

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“dude”

Yesterday: Stuart's father is shot at while riding in the mountains. The next day Stuart, armed, starts out to investigate the source of the shooting.

CHAPTER SEVEN ACOB WALZ, “the old Dutchman,” acquired ownership of an extremely rich mine in Superstition Mountain some time in the 1880's, the Arizona legends say. He was an eccentric man with a long white beard, fierce of countenance, massive of frame; a drifter whose background only he knew. He himself admitted Kkilling three Mexicans in order to steal their bonanza, Mexicans who were descendants of the original Spanish discoverers of the mine. But he worked the property alone. Walz would come periodically into the village of Phoenix, plunk down a bag of amazing nuggets and forthwith drink all the liquor

yet I get lost with a girl, dad gets shot at, and now I'm in a new spot. I'll be seeing the Thunder Gods next!” He was confused at the train of events as well as concerned for his own safety. 8 2 ” E had good reason to be concerned, even more than he realized. Arizona air is “thin,” dry. Wet clothes in bdck yards dry in 20 minutes. Meat is cured quickly or “jerked” simply by hanging outside on a string. The aridity is even greater in desert altitudes such as Superstition provides. Rainfall is rare, totaling but five or six inches in a year, often less. Canteens are standard equipment with every man who works outdoors. Sun and thirst can cause real suffering in four hours, delirium in six or eight, death in 24. Stuart didn’t know all these details, but he was beginning to suspect them. By 4 p. m. he was ill. His tongue seemed double in size, and he was seeing his first tatalizing mirages, always of lakes and streams. Yet he felt rational. He fired his pistol repeatedly but his only answers were mocking echoes.

he could hold. Then he'd come out | on Washington street and yell like | a rebel. | “Waugh!” he'd shout. “I'm a | two-legged hellion outen the hills, | and I'll kill any damned fool who | says I ain't!” He was not exag- | gerating. 8 EOPLE tried to pump him about | his rich mine, but he wouldn't | talk, even when drunk. Some tried | to follow him to the mountain and | he slipped back at night and Killed | them. Others kept bedeviling him | trying to get a share of his wealth, | and he was afraid they might murder him for it. One day, therefore, he concealed his mine opening. He covered the hole with ironwood logs as large as his burros could drag, then piled rocks and dirt over them. He ob-| liberated all traces of his camp and | came back to Phoenix to wait until interest in his gold store should subside. He told these things himself, but he died unexpectedly without definitely revealing the mine's location. It was, he did say, somewhere near Weaver's Needle, the highest peak in Superstition, and not far from a palo verde tree with a point- | ing arm.

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TUART BLAKE knew that bit | of history. When he rode out from Superstition Lodge that morning he decided to go up near | the base of Weaver's Needle and scout around from there. The | shortest route was six miles in, | with much climbing, but his horse was a hardy one. He recognized the Needle about midday, not more than a mile from him. He had never seen a more beau- | tiful region, never imagined one! as rugged and wild. He wondered | where the ironwood logs might lie | concealed. It intrigued him to think of the fun and excitement | if he should happen to find the Dutchman's gold; he pictured himself telling Carolee Colter all about it first. And telling Nina. And his friends back in Chicago. Stuart Blake was young and ro- | mantic enough to enjoy day dreamine. His attention was caught sudden- | ly by hieroglyphics etched on big | rocks near him. They were strange | picture writings, evidently of Indian | origin, animal and human forms | and odd circular designs. They | were interesting but he couldn't decipher them. He wondered if they were important to the mine. It was well past ncon but he hadn't thought to eat the lunch he brought, nor even to take a drink | from his saddle canteen. The sur- | roundings were too impressive and | he was thinking of the palo verde | tree with the pointing arm. His | horse was puffing, so he dismounted | to let the animal rest, dropping the | reins as cowboys do. He walked a few hundred feet, climbed up over | a series of boulders which gave him a view in every direction for many | miles. Only the Needle was higher. | The breeze whipped him, snapping | his silk bandana. The sun shone in- | tensely. He studied the landscape | for a quarter hour or so, grew | thirsty and climbed back down. | When he reached the picture rocks again, his horse was gone.

T first he was astonished, then alarmed. He remembered the experience | with Carolee. Here, though, tte] bushy growth was negligible. He remembered to look for tracks. Sure enough, they led off, and were easily followed. The hoof marks went 200 yards or so then suddenly disappeared at a cliff edge. Stuart peered over. “Good Lord!” he breathed. The horse was dead—literally smashed—on the rocks several hundred feet below. Stuart hastened to circle around and down to the beast, but there was nothing he could do. How could a mountain horse have slipped so fatally? Stuart realized the seriousness of his situation. He was a long rugged hike from the Lodge. But he wasn't as helpless as when he and Carolee became lost for a while; he had thought to bring water this time. Water! Quickly he looked. The canteen was under the dead animal and the saddle. Ry straining he extracted it, but it had been smashed in the fall and was quite empty. Diabolically, at that instant, thirst seemed doubled within him. (Many another man has experienced that sensation, when water is discovered gone.) “This is getting fantastic!” Stuart told himself. “All that hooey

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| robust health. The tenement ac- | counted for that, probably. It takes

about Superstition Mountain—and

He tried chewing the scanty green leaves, and once he sucked some moist earth that he found in a deep, shady gorge, but that only made him vomit and caused his mouth to bleed. The air turned sharply cold after nightfall. The wind changed, too. Stuart wondered where the intense

| sun heat had so suddenly dissipated.

But the night wind seemed no more

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humid. He was shivering. Once—he had been walking for hours—he thought he heard Carolee Colter’s laughter. He looked up suddenly and saw nothing, and knew then that he was beginning to lose control.

2 2 = IS collar had seemed tight earlier and he had unbuttoned it.

He had thrown the neckerchief away. Now his throat seemed even

more constricted and he tore off his entire shirt, panting a bit at the ex- | ertion. That made him realize his semi- | hysteria, so he calmed for a while. | He could see fairly well by the stars. | He kept going in what he believed | to be the back-trail direction, down | the rocky slope that would lead him | into Apache Canyon, thence home. | But sometimes he climbed too. He wasn’t sure. | It was late when he decided fin- | ally to sleep. He moved, partly by instinct, toward a low slip of rock that would afford protection from the wind, and crawled under it. Something went “Wh-s-s-s, a-a-a-a, whs--s-s-s-s-s” at him, and he

lion kittens. He had stumbled onto | a panther den. He didn’t remember | about panthers, but he imagined they ate men. The mother cat would be coming home. He backed away, and soon he stumbled onto some buck brush. He fell and it was soft, and so utterly exhausted was he that he just lay there.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

ODYSSEY—By J. A. Parker

HIS is the story of old Hank Anvers, whose life is remarkable chiefly for its anonymity . . . and for the fact that he finally achieved a lifelong dream in a manner he had never expected. That sounds very ordinary. It is, of course, but Hank had a very admirable precedent in Ulysses of ancient Greece . . . who also had a dream!

up his life and trying to change him into a finished product of their own imagination. This isn't that kind of

in the way of romantic adventure. From the time Hank made his first velling sound in this world he was destined to spend the rest of his life in approximately the same surroundings. Those

| Hank decided he may as well put it | to some use.

| west for sure when they let him out.

‘penter in the prison shop. Mean-

| but hope still flamed brightly in his The only difference is that Hank never had lovely women, or any oth- | er kind, for that matter, tangling |

| great wide open West! For ten years | to another in the E i a story, so don't expect too much | ng to

| to the cherished land. He was old | enough to realize that this was the

| caught robbing a warehouse. He got surroundings | could be bounded by the limits of |

westward. He had no money and little knowledge of geography, but he knew that as long as he faced the setting sun he would in time get to the land of his dreams. He didn’t care how long it took. He just wanted to get there eventually. The school authorities nipped that plan in the bud. He was under age, and they notified the police that he was a truant. He was brought back,

breast. He would grow! When he did become old enough be began taking little trips, mostly up the river for some petty thievery. They didn’t get him any nearer the

after that he moved from one place

make enough money to take a train |

best way . . . and the surest. But fate played its usual part. Trying to raise train fare, he was

ten years for that!

= = = EN years is a long, long time, no matter how you look at it and

Some way to get him

He learned to be a pretty good car-

could see moving forms. He saw that ! they were babies, knew them for!

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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“Looks as if everybody in town is giving a dinner for

that new rich guy.”

“Sure; trust people to see a fool and his money are

soon partied.”

—By Al Capp

SUH, DOES YO’ KNOW WHO OWNS

("A RIBBER, EMHI-WELL=ITL RIB HIM RIGHT } BACK”)-IT'S FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK ME. THAT, SON, BECAUSE | HAPPEN OWN IT-AND I'M

TO ; WILLING TO SELLFOR A FAIR PRICEY

| while, as he sawed and hammered | | and learned his trade and later on |

In his cell for the night,

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“Hank Made a Few Pennies” |

the tenement district of almost any | eastern city you care to mention. So | you see the poor man had a very | inauspicious start.

ND unlike heroic Ulysses, Hank in time became the not very proud possessor of a gangling, shor body which as the years rolled along never acquired fullness, beauty or

a strong constitution or a smart brain to get you out of the squalidness, to survive unscathed the harsh life of the tenement district if you happen to be one of its own! Hank hated them from the time he was able to walk. He had no mother and his father was not much good, either as a parents or as a citizen. [Little Hank was pretty much on his own from childhood except for his parent's unenviable supervision. His father was chiefly interested in the few pennies Hank made as a newsboy or from selling the results of his petty pilferings. They meant that he wouldn't have to go so long between drinks. Hank rebelled inwardly, but wisely kept his mouth shut. It is not to be wondered at that as a child Hank was in reform school as much as he was in the district grade school. And it was in reforms school that he discovered his life ambition. = 8 2

HE reform school had books, and Hank used to like to look at the pictures in them. Particularly cne boo. containing a Western story with illustrations. The rising, snow-capped mountains and the free, wide open plains fascinated him. They represented freedom from dirt, from crowded tenements and stenched air. Very soon he resolved he would go to the great, intriguing West. When he grew older he ran away

had. His good-looking woman friend

from home and turned his face

Ice Cold

Hank | dreamed. The warden gripped Hank's hand on the day he was finally released. “Anvers,” he complimented, “you've been a model prisoner. I know you'll go straight from now on, won't you?” Hank nodded his ugly head vigorously. “You bet I will, warden,” he promised. I'm through with jails and crime. I'm going to earn enough money to ride the .cushions out West. Men are men out there.” he explained confidentially. The warden didn’t even smile. The little man’s sincerity touched him. Hank meant what he said. He got a job as a carpenter and saved to the point of penury until he had a nest egg of $300. Then, heart thumping, he quit and bought a train ticket . . . west, of course. $ 8 & I’ was while he was changing: trains in Chicago that he met, like Ulysses, the sirens. There was only one, but she was ample. She seemed interested and Hank warmed to the unaccustomed affection. In less time than it takes to tell, Hank

broke and jobs just weren't to be

came to his rescue. “I'll get you a job!” she promised with an enchanting smile. “Inside of a week you'll have enough to go West on. I'm sorry I didn’t know before how much you want to get there,” Hank beamed. She understood. “Where is this job?” he asked eagerly. “With a friend of mine. We'll go right over there.” Hank almost refused when he found the job was passing counterfeit $20 bills, for which he was to receive $10 out of every $100. But he thought wistfully of the West. He wouldn't be stopped when he was this close. He accepted.

Ulysses found suitors in his house when he reached his journey’s end. Hank found jailers, for his house was San Quentin. He sighed regretfully—but withal not despondently. He had reached the West.

THE END

[Copyright. 1937. United Feature Syndicate)

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than the re-establishment of real

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