Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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1 : ms a 4 - 4 i aoe : a new town had been built overnight for the workers. To the south, four miles from the entrance to Lost Deer Valley—and buying its hay—a railroad camp was estab- lished. Along the projected railroad line settlers were taking up land daily, in ad- vance of the coming irrigation waters. iF Dolan’s store had four clerks. Down at the county-seat a new collection of officials had just been elected. The power company . was planning high-tension lines from Thun- t der Mountain to the coast and had the franchises. The county was booming. With a check in his pocket for hay just : sold, Harry Carlton dismounted from his . horse in front of the old dance-hall and walked inside. A yell greeted him. Dan Dolan, a little more gray-haired, came } from behind the bar and extended a hairy paw. if “Congratulations!” he roared. Then he turned to the assembled crowd and held up his hand like a prize-fight | announcer. | “Gents, one and all!” he shouted. | “Shake hands with Harty Carlton, new | member of the County Board of Super- ___ Visors from Mirage!” , They shook hands—prospectors and_ miners, ranchers and grain-buyers, engi- neers and laborers, until finally Carlton | broke away from them and dragged the boss into the rear of his greatly enlarged : store, where there was more privacy. . “Well, she’s all over,” he said, perching =e ae the north, up at Thunder Mountain, ) on a counter and accepting one of the deadly cigars. “I owe it to you, Dolan, and so does the county. I want to thank you.” The boss waved it away. “Tt wasn’t me,” he demurred. “If you hadn’t stacked up pretty well that first time when you went below and the boys looked you over, you'd ’a’ been passed up. >> ] You got what was comin’, = Carlton chuckled. “Huh! With half the old gang in jail and the rest skipped out, the election was so one-sided there wasn’t any fun to it, Campbell becomes superior judge by a vote of four-thousand-and-thirty to one, Who wrote in that other name?” “I guess we needn’t worry about that,” responded the amiable boss. ‘‘How’s the wife and kid?” “That’s what I wanted to talk about. I told you over the ‘phone about the boy coming, but I didn’t tell you the rest of it. My wife’s mother is head of a W. C. T. U. and bitter about alcohol; she’s up at the house now, but we've decided to scandalize her. That boy’s going to be named after the toughest old saloon-keeper in the State!” Dolan looked startled, and then he stared out of the door foralong time. But, when the leonine old face came back toward Carlton again, it was very somber, and he shook his head. “Not saloon-keeper, boy; not for very Jong, anyhow. Times is changin’. You're goin’ to name that boy after a merchant!” SO YE BRING ME BACK THE TALE BY W. J. COE j "TREX on, O ye of the restless feet Who follow the endless trail, Though triumph attend you, or defeat— So ye bring me back the tale. | ; _ Trek on, though your search may have no end 7 Though your luck hold foul or fair, ? = You carry the heart of an invalid Condemned to an invalid’s chair. ie Trek on, O ye of the far-flung quest a . _ In the lands beyond the pale, —" | | _ - or & > _ . ; T'll grudge ye not adventure’s quest ye So ye bring me back the tale. Sy a eee te. %, i ii