Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 July 1937 — Page 15

SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN

By Oren Arnold

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

Yesterday: The Colters resume their search for gold and near the site of Paul's death find rich ore in a cave.

Immediately they establish their claim |

to the property.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HE few rocks that Paul Colter had clutched in death, and the others that Carolee had found in

the cave, proved to be as exciting |

Nina, she decided, was a peach! In spite of her background of weaith. Suddenly Nina turned to her without laughing, and looked straight into Carolee’s eyes. “Youre in love with brother,

aren't you?” she stated, rather than

asked it. She had her arm around

Carolee admitted,

to the assayer as to the Colters|y don't care if he's King of Eng-

themselves. “This stuff’ll go thousands of dol-

| land or a janitor's helper, I'll go | after him with all I've got. I think

lars a ton, man!” they told Mr. |ihaps where happiness lies, and I Colter in the Golden West ASSaV|ihink happiness is just that im-

office at Phoenix. “Where'd you get it?” “I got it staked in Superstition,” he replied. “But this is all I could find.” He didn’t mention his son's death, the cave. “Oh, that’s different, then.” They were let down somewhat. “You just found a dribble. Some of that

stuff the old Spaniards left up hese | e

Peralta’s crew.

HEY set out to spend part of it. Carolee, having found most of the gold, took charge. She purchased some essentials and a few frills for her mother. She ordered a simple marker, at $35, for Pauls grave. She replenished their grocery supply. At last, she went back to the clothing store she had left and bought herself a new riding outfit. It wasn't too expensive, but it was “nice.” She added two new blouses, colored scarves, and a sport hat of felt. She looked longingly at a rack of blazer jackets. Handmade of yarn by Indians, one was bright red with Indian symbols woven in it of blue and black and gray. observed that these were not only fashionable in Arizona but highly practical for the outdoors, and she had a sentimental leaning toward

anything western and Indian any- |

way. The red one cost $12.50 and she bought it. 2 = =» O come to town, the Colters had staked their saddle horses at the foot of the trail where their old car was kept back in the bushes, and motored in from there. Returning they agreed to go by the Lodge to see if the sheriff had, by chance, found anything that might throw light on the death of Paul. “Stuart is out shooting at targets, my dear,” Nina Blake greeted Carolee. “Ny but you're lovely! Are you always so fair? You're the prettiest thing Stuart's ever found!” Nina's admiration was genuine, but her frankness was embarrassing. “Does he ‘find’ things often, Nina?” Carolee was a trifle spunky about it.

“Yes, of course. He has, I mean. |!

The handsome mug is always popular. Once he thought himself in love. He has rushed debutantes untii they almost purchased trousseaus.” ” 2 2 AROLEE colored at that. She had just purchased clothes her-

self —admittedly with the thought of |

pleasing Stuart Blaek. “Does he say he has ‘found’ me, Nina? He hasn't mentioned that fact to me, and if he has any idea he can—" “No no, honey, stop it!” Nina laughed gaily. “The boy's jittery about you, I tell you, and doesn’t knew how to act. He lost his balance that day in the store, when you first met. I'm just trying to say you can wrap him up and take him home whenever you get ready--although I don't know why you should. He is good looking and generous, but he isn't worth killing otherwise. Why you or any other girl would tolerate him seriously is beyond me.” Carolee wasn’t used to such persiflage, yet it didn’t seem foreign to Nina. Nina slept a few hours in each 24 and bubbled through the remainder. You couldn't be introspective or serious around her. But Carolee felt confidential; she had a Secret with a capital S, and it had to be told. 8 & 4% HE led the other girl out among the mesquite and cacti near the Lodge and told Nina all about the gold. They had such a talk and intimacy as only girls can have; it satisfied a longing in Carolee that had been keener than she realized.

They'd pick

She had

portant!” ! » » » | YAROLEE nodded. “I believe you

| would, Nina,” she said, softly,

but he did explain about | “and I believe you're right.”

| Indian squaws came up then to |

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offer them baskets and beaded trinkets for sale. At that moment, too, Stuart Blake rode into the Lodge grounds. He saw the girls and galloped over. . Ignoring the Indians, he kissed his sister and greeted Carolee, and told them the sheriff had found nothing of importance in the mountain. He wanted Carolee to feel he was sympathetic about her brother, anxious to help her in any way. “Bracelet red like coat,” a squaw interrupted, holding out a wristlet of beads. Stuart muttered something impatiently, then laughed and bought Carolee the trinket, and another for Nina, too. The wrinkled squaw said, replying to Carolee’s question, that two days were required to make the intricate beading. " “It is beautiful,” declared Stuart, admiring Carolee as she put it on, “and it does match your jacket. Say, I never saw this red jacket before!” Carolee smiled at him kindly. Irrelevantly, perhaps, Nina began humming.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

SECOND CALL—By Frank Bennett

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OC KINGSLEY was fat and 60 and claimed to be the best poker player in Alton County. He | came out of the bedroom grinning. “A fine boy, Ed,” he said heartily. | “A fine boy. Before you know ijt he’ll be helping you do the chores and asking you for money to take the girls to the picture show.”

A smile broke out on Ed Thomas’ white, drawn face. “How is she, Doc?” he asked. “Can I go in and see her—and him?” “Sure,” Doc Kingsley said. “Go right on in.” He glanced at his thick, silver watch. “Got to be going, Ed. Another call to make yet tonight. T’ll drop around in a day or so and see how the family’s getting along.” “Thanks, Doc.” Ed suddenly looked worried again. “Doc, you know things haven't been so good with me this year. I'm a little short —of cash. When my pigs get a little heavier——" “Forget it, Ed,” Doc said, slapping him on the back. “When you sell your pigs is soon enough for me.”

D looked relieved. "Gee, Doc, you don't know how I—" “I must be hurrying on,” Doc Kingsley interrupted. “Take good care of the famiiy, Ed.” He stepped into the swirling snow and sighed. A doctor's life—going out on a night like this and then having to wait for his money until some pigs grew up. Well, perhaps he'd do better on the next call. He pulled his cap down over his ears and bent his head to the cold wind. He had left his car on the main road because the side road leading up to Ed’s place was drifted full of snow. He soon discovered that the tracks which he had made earlier were gone and that he had to break his way back through the increasing drifts. Before he had covered half the distance to his car he was gasping for breath and the muscles in his old legs were beginning to cramp. Every few minutes he had to change his medicine case from one hand to the other in order to warm his numbing fingers inside his overcoat. He was near exhaustion by the time he reached the car. Panting, he climbed in and started the motor. “Maybe I'm getting too old for this kind of weather,” he mused. “Maybe I should get a younger man to help me.” The falling snow was like a swirling, blinding cloud, and twice in the first mile he had to get out and clean the windshield. Then the motor sputtered and stopped with a choking snort. It took him only a couple of minutes to discover the trouble. He was out of gasoline. Evidently someone had drained the

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tank while the car was parked along the highway. He shivered and climbed into the car.

GLANCE at his watch told him that it was 8:30. And he was 12 miles from town and three miles from the nearest house—and another call to make. For 20 years he had never failed to keep an appointment. Helplessly he watched the snow pile up against the windshield. There wasn't one chance in a ‘thousand that anyone would come along the road on a night like this—and he had to make the second call. Just had to—— And then he remembered the railroad. He glanced at his watch again. Eight thirty-five. The westbound local should be along any time now. Bag in hand, he climbed dearily out of his car and floundered through the snow until he came to a barbed-wire fence. After getting through the fence and into a pasture he found the going a little better. Another fence, a short climb up a steep hill and he came to the railroad. With the aid of his flashlight he gathered brush and sticks and had a fire going between the rails by the time the local came in sight. Of course the train stopped and Doc Kingsley was taken aboard. EJ = = T= a doctor—Dr. Kingsley,” he explained to the irate conductor. “I was on my way to make a call—a matter of life and death— when my car stalled. Someone had stolen the gasoline, so there was nothing for me to do but stop your train.” “So you're Dr. Kingsley,” the conductor growled. “I've heard of you.” Doc looked surprised. “You have?” The conductor nodded. “I've heard that you claim to be the best poker player in this part of the country.” Doc sighed. “That's just gossip,” he said. “Just gossip.” At the depot, Doc telephoned to a garage and ordered his car brought into town. Then he hurried out into the blinding snow and took the first corner to his left. At each intersection where a street light cast a pale glow through the swirling snow, he drew out his thick, silver watch and glanced at it. What he saw frightened him, and he increased his pace until his breath rattled in his throat. “Getting too fat and too old,” he told himself. “Can't get around like I used to. Guess I'm going to have Du a younger man to help me out.” os ” s

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A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED GEORGE MARLAND !

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Prettier even than a picture of herself, and an unending mystery to the people of the village: they never can understand how anyone so eachanting could be Jasper Hagstone's daughter.

Watch for her in Raeburn Van Buren’s great daily comic strip

It starts in this space next

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“The idea!

I don’t want to place my bet on his nose—I want to bet on ALL of the horse!”

He saw that the house was dark except for a thin ribbon of light which came out under a window blind. He rang the bell, and after what seemed like a long wait, the porch light flickered on. A tall, middleaged man opened the door and squinted down at him. “Oh!” the man exclaimed, and & relieved lopk appeared on his face. “I'm mighty glad to see you, Doc.

We heard you'd gone out to Ed Thomas’ and we were afraid you

wouldn't get back in time.” “Then I am in time?”

The three men’s faces brightened. “Hello, Doc,” they chorused.

“Howdy, boys,” Doc Kingsley said, slipping off his overcoat. “Deal me

five cards,” he went on, “and I'll prove to you that I'm still the best poker player in Alton County.”

“You bet: Come on in.” Doc Kingsley followed the tall man through a short, dark hall and

into a brightly lighted room. Three

men .sat.around a small table. THE END

[Copyright, 1937, United Feature Syndicate] The characters in this story are fictitious

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“Doc finally got here,” the tall man announced.

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