Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 July 1937 — Page 28

By Oren Arnold

CAST OF CHARACTERS CAROLEE COLTER, heroine, prospeetor’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 posse finds Paul's body and the sheriff reveals to Stuart that rich gold ore samples were found clutched in Paul's hand.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

T didn’t matter if the reporters missed one salient detail in their really excellent coverage of the tragedy, and it wasn’t their fault anyway. Sheriff Watson didn’t want the fact known that Paul Colter’s dead hand had clutched gold; he had his own reasons. Only his searching party and Stuart Blake had been told.

“You see what all they printed, as tis,” the sheriff commented two days later, in talking to Stuart. “If we'd let it be known Colter actually found gold, we'd have thousands of people climbing around up here, and more business than any sheriff could take care of Gold breeds fools, Mr. Blake!”

“Have you been back to the place? | Where you found the body?” n ” n

OPE. But the old man knows. He’ll probably go back. His son’s death might have discouraged him and sent him with his family on back to Texas, but I had to give

used on harness and saddles. It likely was of Spanish origin, too. With her torch, Carolee was exploring the many crannies and niches in the walls and floor. Once she almost screamed when she disturbed some bats. Evidently they had overslept and not yet departed for their twilight insect hunting outside. But she knew they were harmless. Then it was, though, that she accidentally made the most startling discovery of all. 8 ”

N a floor depression, perhaps quart sized behind some rocks, she found eight or 10 stones that appeared to be rich with gold. “Papa! Silas!” She called them breathlessly. With no immediate comment they all looked at the nuggets, turned them, fingered them, wet them with saliva, stared enraptured. From his pack Mr. Colter took an acid bottle and tested them. “It’s real!” he declared. that Paul had!” They lost all thought of going to bed

“It’s like

With torches they hunted and hunted, inspected every inch of both cave rooms. With his pick and

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short saddle shovel, Silas turned up the cave floors. He found other pieces of iron and many pottery shards—the latter being relics of Indian occupation there. Carolee, too, picked up two almost perfect flint arrow heads, and a heavy gray stone proved to be a metate or hollowed out device in which Indian women commonly ground their grain by hand. = ” »

HEY found just a few more small rocks with flecks of gold showing in them. If there was a vein of it, it didn’t show. In fact the gold rocks seemed like surface deposits, and the Colters concluded they must have been left there by human hands. Nevertheless old man Colter was taking no chances. By starlight he and Silas erected the necessary rock monuments, establishing legal claim for mining on the land which included the cave. Toward dawn they lay down for a few hours of rest. But Carolee kept on thinking. She was wishing she could signal Stuart Blake, ride down her trail and tell him the exciting news.

(To Be Continued)

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him the nuggets. They was rightfully his. He'll hunt ag’in.”

The Colters did go hunting] again. | They buried Paul the next day! after they found him. It was a peculiarly mixed group of mourners who went to the graveside, right there at the base of the mountain. Carolee had suggested this as the logical place to bury him, for economic as well as for sentimental reasons. With her and her grieving family stood all the people at | Superstition Lodge, a few assorted ranchers and cowboys, and the newspapermen. The sheriff kept several dozen curious strangers away. | Twenty-four hours afterward, old| man Colter and Silas were prepar- | ing to enter the mountain fast- | nesses again, heading for Paul's last camp in the hope and heightened expectation of locating the gold deposit. The sheriff would continue whatever investigation he could.

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AROLEE herself rode in with the Colter men this time. Paul's body had been found miles from home. They sadly made such limited inspection at this place as they thought worth while, but nothing indicated what might have killed him. It looked like murder mainly because there was no plausile natural cause for the young man’s death.

“I'll set up the camp,” Carolee suggested, “while you men do the prospecting. They had provisions for a twonight stay. The men searched everywhere in the vicinity where the body was found. With their short miner's picks they inspected every likely looking piece of rock and soil, even making simple tests with chemicals on a few ore specimens, but nothing proved of value.

“Reckon Paul was headin’ back home to tell us,” Silas concluded. “No tellin’ how far he might have come.” - “That’s right,” his father agreed.

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OWARD sundown Carolee led them a quarter-mile to a cave entrance. It looked for all the world like an orchestra shell or oud speaker on a gigantic scale—a great open mouth of rock. Back of it, too, was a narrow gullet, leading to another and almost totally dark room inside. “This is jest right, Sis,” said Silas. They had protection overhead and on all sides but one. She had. their bed rolls already spread on mattresses of pinon needles she had gathered. Conveniently near she had a fire going, too. When they had seen all this, Carolee exhibited a “souvenir” she had found. She was rather excited about it as she held it up. “That there's a spur!” her father exclaimed. “Spanish spur. I've seen 'em before. No American ever wore such big spikes on his spur, and them shanks is different. Where'd | you git it?” | 2 x = |

T was badly rusted, almost flaked ! in places, and the rowel would no longer turn. But in other places the metal was intact, even to the ornamental designs. “I dug it up here in the soil, while { was scratching aside some rocks for the fireplace,” Carolee explained. “The Spanish miners camped here, Ul right,” her father declared. “By Jeorge, we are warm if we ain't ot! They come here after gold, on!” Silas was already digging in the oil himself, but he found nothing nd Carolee bade him come and eat. “You been in the back cave?” he 1sked her. “I peeped spooky.”

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FTER supper they lighted 3 torches of pinon limbs and went into the “back room” of their camp. It was alive with shadows, but nothing else moved. Other occupants obviously were pack rats, for their piles of assorted rubbish could be seen against each of the inner walls. Some bones and bits of dried fur were seen, and old man Colter reasoned that a panther or lynx had eaten a jackrabbit or other quarry there, and maybe denned there at some time. Silas was elated when he found a rusted iron ring, of the type still

{stick to it.

“Muriel’s eyes sparkled.”

URIEL, holding tightly to her |

mother’s hand, entered the “L” train and sat down on the long seat opposite a row of home-bound passengers at exactly 5 o'clock. Those eager blue eyes of hers did not rest for a moment, for there were ever s0 many strange people to see—nice people who smiled at her every time she looked their way. Like that lady just across the aisle. The pretty lady with the flowers on her hat, and the smile so strange that Muriel thought at first glance she was going to cry. But Cora Lain, tilting the hat with the bright flowers a bit more jauntily, managed to keep smiling. Tonight she would see Bill for the last time. God old Bill, whose heart was as big as her solitaire diamond was tiny. Cora knew he would make some woman a wonderful husband, providing the woman could be satisfied to be just a wife and mother. Like the one across from her: the one with the sweet little girl who was loking at her so solemnly. Bill would want a family. . . . Muriel’s eyes sparkled at Cora Lain’s. When mother and she came home, there would be a new game to play! She'd sit all her dolls in a row upon the davenport, and make

| believe it was the “L” train instead.

And she, Muriel, would be that lady with the pretty hat and the smile that looked like crying.

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ORA LAIN found her mind straying hopelessly back to that one thought. Of course Bill would expect to have a small family. But she was bent upon having a career. One that would give her time to be Mrs. William Clark in name only. After all, it was something to achieve a position in life as a famous woman attorney. Bill would be heartbroken when she handed back his ring tonight. Well, goodness, she had made her choice She'd Bill would get over it. Men always did. What a darling that youngster over there was! If that tot were hers, she'd dress her only in blue. Forget-me-not blue, with a row of the tiny flowers across her hat. Bill's eyes were almost the same shade of blue as hers. . . . Muriel’s glance strayed to the hig man at the far end of the long seat opposite. He was just as big as her daddy, but he must be lots older Ooh, he was waving at her! People were just awfully nice on an “L” train, Weber Londis smiled broadly to himself. Peg was certainly some girl, all right. The way she looked

at a man, with those up-curling biack lashes of hers—gosh! Made a fellow feel like 20, instead of 44. With Peg laughing beside him, he could hardly believe he'd been married all of 23 years to some one else. Tomorrow he was going to ask her to stay downtown and take in a show with him.

UDDENLY Weber Londis frowned. It wouldn't be so easy at that. He'd have to tell Ellen he was going to be detained at the office. Lots of fellows did it. Tomorrow was Ellen's day for visiting the children’s wards in various hospitals. She'd kept that up ever since their own 3-year-old Arnell had died. Nineteen years ago. Why, Peg herself, for all her sophistication, couldn't be much more than 21 or 22. His own daughter Arnell —named after himself and Ellen— would have been . . . hang it all! What was making him think of Arnell all of a sudden?

Oh, that young one across the aisle. What a friendly smile she had. She was waving at him. If only Ellen were here to see her. Ellen, whose hand would have instantly stolen into his for comfort. As on that suddenly remembered Say that day the doctor had said . . .

The “L” train was gradually being emptied of its greatest crowd. As it stopped once more at a station, Muriel spoke up clearly: “Mamma, when daddy comes home tonight——" The clanging of the bell drowned out her question.

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Dry, Cora Lain, dreaming idly of the day when she would defend her first criminal case, sat up straight. Some little girl, a few years from now, would be calling Bill by that name. Daddy. Would be waiting for him to come home from work. Waiting to throw her arms around him, to search his pockets for the toy he would bring her. And the little girl's mother would be waiting too, with the dinner table all set, the house aglow will welcome—for Bill. Her Bill. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She made her resolution quite suddenly, but irrevocably. Let someone else have the fame. Bill and she would have a home, and maybe Some day there'd be a smiling little oir) 1. ” ” 5

WEBER LONDIS gripped his hat tensely. For 19 years the memory of Arnell had served as a bond between Ellen and himself. A bond no one had ever broken; that

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no one would ever break. Not even himself. Bless her heart . . . that cute little tot across the aisle. He just must tell Ellen about her. And tomorrow night he'd meet Ellen at one of her hospitals. Surprise her with a bunch of toys for those poor kids in the wards . . . Muriel and her mother rose, and went toward the door as the “L” train drew slowly to a stop. “Watch your step there, lady,” laughed the guard. Cora Lain and Weber Londis, still awaiting their own stations, waved farewell to Muriel, whose smiles hal unknowlingly taught them to watch their step, too.

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