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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
lame oS the Border
CHAPTER XIII—Continued
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“Without a sound,” said Sonya, and
ent forward to unlace her boots,
wiftly she took them off.
Concha rose like a puff of smoke,
> still she was and graceful in the
ark.
With her heart racing to suffocation
onya rose too.
vThe Mexican girl reached out and
ok her by the sleeve. That hatred
her would not let her touch her
esh. Softly, step by step, the two
oung things crossed the silent room,
!stened at the partly, opened door, slid
hrough it. In the long dark passage
hey listened again, then went south
long the wall toward a door which
Iso stood ajar.
Through this—and the night sky was
ibove them, the tall cottonwoods
utlined against the stars. Like
•raiths of the gloom they entered the
rrove, passed through it, came out on
he open landing field.
Before the little hangar Sonya saw
n the starlight the ghostly shape-of
little gray ship. They made toward
t swiftly, and as they reached its
rotecting wings a man stepped out
rom the hangar behind: a tall man,
aked to the waist, his head bare, his
eet also, a man who was prepared for
‘spreading up” on the morrow. Starr
Stone drew them both against the
gray' ship’s side.
“Sonya!” he whispered. “Oh, Sonya !”
hen, “Listen. We have one chance In
a million. This plane is still warm
"rom a trip Manuel took this afternoon,
heard it come in about dark.”
“Yes,” said Sonya, “so did l.”*
“It is fueled. They are always so.
Thank God—and Concha—we are
here. I have just disabled the other
one, I think, though not as permanent-
y as 1 could wish. We've got to take
that one chance, Sonya. It’s our only
-hance, Sonya. It’s our only one. Get
In, quick.”
With his hands under her elbows
,Sonya went up along the side, dropped
into the little seat, felt swiftly for the
safety belt.
“Safe?” the man whispered tensely.
“Safe,” she answered pulling the
buckle tight.
Then she saw Starr Stone turn to
Concha and take her in his arms.
“Conchita,” he said softly but loud
enough for Sonya to hear the whis-
pered words, “I leave thee. It is fate.
But never will I forget thee, nor this
thing which you have done. Always
while I live will I remember. Adios,
little one.”
And, bending his tall head, he kissed
her on the lips.
“Ready.” he said, and, pushing the
girl beyond the place’s wing tip, he
caught the propeller’s blade.
Up and down he swung it—one, two,
three, then a fourth vehement tihie,
and came lithely up and over into the
pilot’s seat as the roar of the catching
engine thundered into the night.
The moments that followed were
ages long to Sonya, desperate moments
of allowing the ship what of its warm-
"ng time was possible.
1 Terrible moments, fraught with
drama, with heart-breaking suspense.
Starr Stone, watching the dark house
and the poplar grove, gave what he
could to safety, and then, as dim lights
flashed in the house, among the trees,
he gave her the gun a little—a little
more—more yet.
There came the little surge forward,
the heavier one, the lifting of the tail
as they rocked away along the field,
the gathering of speed, and then the
soft wave of stillness as they lost con-
tact with the earth and sailed away
into the starry heavens.
And Sonya Savarin, looking down
with wide drawn eyes, had seen, just
as they surged for the start, a long
red spurt of flame where Concha stood
in the shadows, heard, above the roar
of the motor, the faint, sharp crack of
a shot.
“Oh, God she cried, a sob in her
throat. “Oh, God! Conchita!”
Conchita, who, saving her love yet
could not save him apart from his,
\ had made the last great sacrifice for
By VIMGIE E. ROE
Copyright, Doubleda^. Doran & Co., Inc.
WNU Service
miraculously snatched from death to
life, this man who drove an airship
through the midnight sky toward life
and love and liberty.
Presently, watching tensely, she saw
the great pale ribbon of the Rio
Grande.
The Border!
The international line!
She held her breath as they passed
above it, and let it out in a great sigh.
El Capitan Diablo — Manuel — the
strange adobe house in the poplar
grove—they all seemed to fade, to be-
come unreal, like the figures in a fright-
ful .dream.
A little longer, and they would be
safe.
Safe—and pome.
Home.
At that thought Sonya Savarin sat
sharply up within the. confines of the
buckled belt.
Home!
What would it mean to her and to
Starr Stone?
The stern face of her brother—Rod
Blake who had so grimly promised
that no people, no country, no man
should ever take her from him—and
Marston of New York, the man who
came to find who sent the contraband
from Mazatlan to the coast!
They had not cheated destiny after
all. They were headed straight for
this, and Starr Stone knew it! For
that he, would not leave her to save
himself she knew full well.
Confronted with this new knowledge
of disaster Sonya wet her dry lips, cast
Midsummer Night Formal Fashions
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love itself.
The pouring crowd that flowed along
the field, lighted now, could wreak no
vengeance on her, for Concha, too, was
gone among the stars.
CHAPTER XIV
On Lone Mesa’s Top.
Sonya clung to the cockpit’s edge
with clutching fingers, her eyes,
burned dry of sudden tears, fixed on
the future, if future there was to be.
The aching sorrow for the lovely Mex-
ican girl who had loved Starr Stone
sank deep in her heart, never to be
quite eradicated.
Life-^-that could do such ghastly
things to its poor devotees—was call-
ing from the starry skies. They were
free, together, she and this scarecrow
man with the wild bronze hair, the
naked torso, the bare feet, and she
asked no more of destiny.
Her brave heart leaped high In her,
her soul was ready for anything it
might encounter. She looked up, and
there was laughter on her white face.
She flung herself to destiny and gloried
in the hazard.
The memory of all sane and or-
dered things was dim and far away—
tbe ranch house that was home, the
faces of Serge and Lila and the child.
And Rodney Blake! With a shock
she remembered him.
He was a atianger to her. She
could not recall his face with any
clearness. There was only one face
clear to her. The face of this man so
Through This—and the Night Sky
Was Above Them.
desperately about for something she
might tell these three grim men, and
found nothing.
But she would not give up, she told
herself again, would never sink. They
had passed through too much to fail
at last. Something would happen;
some way would open.
And then, leaning her face .across
the cockpit’s polished edge, she be-
came conscious of something; felt
something with a seventh sens#. Ex-
actly as a dog senses darker which he
cannot see, so this girl of the wild
land sensed new danger now. It was
as if the hackles of her spirit rose.
What could it be?
She looked at the back of Starr
Stone’s head, its bronze hair whipping
in the backwash of wind behind the
low windshield, and wished she could
see his face.
If she could have done so she would
have seen it set like a mask, for long
before she felt the presence of this un-
seen danger he had been conscious
of it.
He knew that not so far behind them,
not so high above, another little gray
ship droned steadily out of the south—
that Nemesis incarnate was on their
trail. He knew that in that ship there
was, in all probability, a machine gun
in the hands of El Diablo himself, wild
was an expert In its use. What the
end would be, he did not know. Only
that it would be an end. There was
no doubt of that.
El Capitan would never in this
world let him get away with what he
had done, with the knowledge he had,
with the stand he had taken to for-
swear him and all his works. He
meant to kill him—to kill thpm both,
if no other way was possible—to shoot
them down, if they would not land.
There was a white line about the
man’s mouth. His blue eyes were
black with spreading pupils. He
thought desperately of the low adobe
house where her people lived. A land-
ing there, maybe, a fight from the
house itself . • • Perhaps, If he could
make it before El Capitan sensed his
plan. But that high spot against the
sky was coming nearer.
And where could-they land with any
chance of safety?
Well, it was fate—as he had told
poor Concha.
And then Sonya looked up and back
—and saw.
Saw the soft silver thing that fol-
lowed like a pointing sword.
She did not gasp or cry out, but
watched it with wide eyes and a hand
across her mouth.
After all 1
After all the monstrous anguish, the
fear, the sorrow, and the hope I
Verily Starr Stone was paying for
his sins, and she paid with him fof
that love which had redeemed him to
manhood’s high estate, which had
made of her a fugitive, an outcast
from her own, but which burned la
her soul with indestructible beauty.
So be it, thought Sonya Savarin, so
be it.
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Down in that dim world below, the
last act of this drama of the sage land
was preparing for enactment. Posse
after posse, scouring the lone levels,
had turned back toward the railroad
and the town. Baffled, wondering,
they sought new reinforcements, made
more extensive preparations to search
the canyons and the Bad Lands coun-
try. Only Serge Savarin. the two men
with hith, rode and would not give up.
Two Fingers, Hosteen Nez, Uosteen
T’sb hunted patiently in ever widen-
ing circles that had covered all the
face of the fiat land.
In the quest of these three silent
trailers there was more than a mere
search for a lost white woman. There
was the dim and gentle shadow of that
legendary deity the Blue South Wom-
an who “made her hogan” in the
white girl’s heart.
So the Navajos rode steadily, would
ride until they found tier, either living
or dead, if she was anywhere in the
wide land, and destiny came to meet
them.
They had done with the sagebrush
levels. Lone Mesa loomed before
them. Silently save for the click of
the climbing hoofs, they ascended, fan-
tastic figures from a long dead past,
the low moon red behind them.
And in the magnificent heavens Starr
Stone, looking desperately down ahead,
caught the dim outline.of Lone Mesa’s
crown, its shining white stone level.
Here was a landing place. Here
were walls against which a man might
make a stand if he were armed, find
shelter behind which if he were not,
providing he could get the time to
leave his plane and gain them.
Sonya at his hack felt the ship be-
neath her tilt In a long smooth de-
cline, saw the moonlit earth come up
toward them.
And she too sa\v and recognized
Lone Mesa.
It was almost level with them—was
so—the ship was leveling off—dis-
tance, height, had dropped away—they
were skimming the mesa’s surface—
touching—bouncing on the uneven rock
—w'ere still.
Behind them that other was at the
very edge—above them—passing over.
Starr Stone, with his arms about
Sonya, dragging hfr over the side, cast
one flashing glance ahead.
“Kismet!” he said with white lips.
“They beat us after all! They’re
down between us and the pueblo!”
So they were, the rocking gray ship
still a hundred feet beyond. And El
Diablo, Manuel, deadly shapes of
menace, were climbing out, coming
toward them.
Calmly Sonya stood beside her man
“Come back,” she said touching him,
“toward the cliff. It is our only way.”
With his arm around her Starr
Stone turned, and, stumbling, hurry-
ing, they crossed the space between
them and that sheer lip where once,
ages ago, it seemed, they had looked
into each other’s tragic faces and
found their destiny.
“Darling,” tbe man said softly,
“hold to me—tight—don’t be afraid.”
Sonya Savarin laughed, a little low
sound.
“Afraid?” she said, running. “With
you?”
“Halt!” came the great voice of El
Capitan Diablo. “Halt! Or I fire!”
There wras yet a moonlit space for
the running feet. Death might catch
them before they leaped to meet iL
Crack ! Crack ! Crack!
The sharp barking of an automatic,
not the machine gun.
Bullets whined about them, clipped
into the rock beyond.
And Sonya Savarin looked pp for
the last time into the face which had
filled her heart, her soul, to the exclu-
sion of all else since that wild day in
spring here on this wind-swept height,
when she had first beheld it.
The man looked down, slowed in his
stride.
One moment more—a kiss, maybe,
and this glorious adventure would be
done forever—sealed like a deathless
flame in the casket of eternity.
And then, high on the thin blue air
there came a sound as old as the
ruined walls behind, a sound to chill
the blood, to shock the very soul.
Clear and high and savage, primitive
as life itself, the war cry of the Nav-
ajos. It pealed above the cracking
gun, stopped the man and the woman
like a hand upon their shoulders.
And out from the dusky shadows of
the crumbling walls three shadows
came like darting flames. In the very
act of whirling to meet them El Capi-
tan and his henchman were caught In
their onslaught, went down beneath
them.
Then, as Starr Stone ran toward
them, as Sonya followed, tall Two Fin-*
gers rose with the dapper pilot held
by the neck in his powerful hands.
Behind him Hosteen Nez, Hosteen T’so.
came struggling up with the great bulk
of El Diablo fighting like a fiend be-
tween them.
“South Woman,” said Two Fingers
“what have these done to you and t<
your man?”
He spoke In Navajo, and Sonya »a
swered, panting.
TO BE CONTINUE!-/
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TT IS fashionable to look taller by
A night than by day. At least that is
actually what happens when you doff
your happy-go-lucky, carefree and
sportsy-looking clothes (they are ‘cer-
tainly all that this summer) and come
forth, when falls the shades of night,
in the long-skirted, dresses which fash-
ion decrees for formal evening wear.
All party frocks are now styled with
floor-length skirts which often as not
flaunt trains, making even the younger
set take on an aspect of dignity and
poise. There Is something statuesque
about these slim-cut form-fitting length-
ened skirts which manage to make you
look inches and inches taller than you
really are.
A feature which especially com-
mends these lengthened, sleek, form-
accenting skirts is that no matter how
snug-fitting they may be about the
hips (which they are almost to an
exaggerated degree) when they arrive
at the knees they are given an accom-
modating flare which affords perfect
freedom of motion. In the advance
fall showings. In some Instances the
skirts have knee-depth insets of sun-
burst pleatings (usually of soft chif-
fon). Sometimes the pleating flares all
around, making the top of the skirt
appear slimmer than ever by way of
contrast.
The interesting part about this pro-
gram of costume design which places
such stress, on a styling which is dig-
nified and sophisticated is, that even
the simplest of materials are being
worked up in this way. Indeed, many
of the smartest numbers In the for-
mal evening fashion parade are made
of inexpensive organdies, voiles, nets
and other sheer cottons. Even more
amazing and highly intriguing is the
fact that the very leaders among the
haute couture are creating some of
their most successful party dresses
of pique and even the once-humble
seersucker and ginghams are daring
to play a formal role in the evening
mode.
Speaking of inexpensive cottons as
made up in pretentious evening gowns,
the model to the right in the group
demonstrates the idea perfectly. It Is
fashioned of a simple cotton ratine
which is patterned in a pretty cross
bar motif. It is in that soft dusky
shade of pink which is such a favorite
with smart Parisiennes this summer.
The roses at the waistline carry the
same pink tone. Of course it has a
matching jacket.
Tbe dinner jacket of white organdie
which tops the stunning evening gown
to the left in the picture Is a very
important accessory. Organdie jackets
such as this one, also organdie wraps
fashioned on the long, loose swagger
lines, are quite the rage. As to the
dress itself, a pink crepe with black
printings fashions it It seems after
all that prints are again triumphing In
the summer mode, especially those In
striking effects.
The long-sleeve dinner gown re-
mains a favorite. As for lace as a
medium for the formal costume, Its
prestige is assured. The beige lace
frock with its colored jewel clasps and
belt buckle as shown centered in this
trio of attractive night fashions should
prove of special interest to the matron.
They are so lovely, these pastel col-
ored or chalk white lace frocks.
©, Western Newspaper Union.
NEW LACE EFFECTS
SEEN IN LINGERIE
Newest additions to lingerie col-
lections show fresh treatments of the
embroidered and appliqued lace dec-
oration which is worked to contribute
a “different” appearance by reason of
the posing of two layers of net. In
addition to giving much greater sturdi-
ness to this delicate form of trimming,
die use of the two layers gives a flow-
er-like background which is not
achieved by the sitfgle layer. Through
this the flower appliques are worked
or embroidery posed, or tbe lace ap-
pliqued.
Washable Satins Hit New
Note in Spectator Frocks
Pastel satins, washable, of course,
In delectable shades of frappe pick
and ice blue, strike a new note in spec-
tator frocks and give promise of a big
Pall season for this popular fabric.
Spanish and Mexican plaids and hot-
country colors hold sway in new beach
skirts, sweeping wide, but cut short
at the knee. With these are worn hal-
ter tops, big-brimmed hats with a
Spanish or Mexican sweep, and color-
ful scarfs or sashes.
Cottons arid linens score for the
simple play-time frock, with linen
shantung and Chinese damask a bit
newer than ginghams and seersuckers.
Perky shoulder bows, square neck-
lines, reversible collars that can be
worn either front or back, concealed
pleats, and a maximum of buttons lend
'charming variety. Potter’s blue, let-
tuce greec^ and sunny yellows give
verve to the plain-color frock which Is
rivaling stripes, plaids' and checks in
Importance.
VELVET TOPS LACE
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
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Popular Costume
Suits are the smartest thing you can
tvear for luncheons and afternoon af-
fairs up to the dinner hour when a
softer line Is favored.
"Back Fins” on Gown
“Back fins” are a feature of a stun-
ning new negligee in heavy satin of
soft blue. They are accented by lin-
ings of bright coral.
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BY EMILY POST
Author of
“ETIQUETTE,” “THE BLUE
BOOK OF SOCIAL USAGE,”
ETC.
CONVENTION PRESCRIBES
7~\EAR Mrs. Post: Is It proper to
give a pharmaqjst the title of
“Doctor” or not? I am about to have
wedding announcements engraved and
am wavering between “Mister” and
“Doctor” because I don’t know.
Answer: This is really a question
of personal opinion, but best taste usu-
ally confines such use of the title Dr.
to a D. D. or an M. D. or a D. D. S.
* * *
My dear Mrs. Post: The depression
has not sufficiently lifted from our
family and I must bave a small house
wedding because of the expenses.
Please tell me how to plan an infor-
mal marriage service and still not
have things any old way?
Answer: You can’t have an informal
marriage service, because it is a church
ceremony. The words ceremonial and
formal mean the same thing. You can
of course have a simple wedding. Ar-
range a background of flowers or tree
branches, or still more simply, stand
in front of drawn curtains. The serv-
ice Is of course the same for every
marriage: the clergyman enters first,
the groom and best man follow hln.,
your maid of honor then enters alone,
and you with your father follow her.
After the ceremony you and your hus-
band turn and face the guests who one
by one offer you their good wishes.
Serve wedding cake and a fruit punch.
If this seems to you not enough, adfl
sandwiches and either tea or coffee or
bouillon. This is really plenty.
* * *
Dear Mrs. Post: Very often I have
a family in to dinner, of which one
member is left-handed. My husband
suggested that next time they are ex-
pected I set one place at table with
the knives and spoons on the left side
of the plate and the forks on the
right. Is this ever done?
Answer: Not that I know of. Left-
handed people must naturally accus-
tom themselves to conventional table
setting. So much so that it is ques-
tionable whether upsetting the regu-
larity of your table would even add
to the eomfort of those who in pick-
ing up implements have become accus-
tomed to cross their hands over their
plates.
A richly colorful lace dress accom-
panied with a velvet wrap is an Ideal
combination for this time of year when
autumn begins to send hints of its
coming. From Paris comes the report
that at all outdoor fetes the velvet
wrap remains first choice. Often the
girdle which elaborates the dress is
of velvet which matches the coat
Which Is true of the model pictured.
The dress is done in plum color lace.
The bow-tied girdle Is of the identical
velgrana velvet (has a grained crepe-
like weave) which fashions the wide
cape-sleeved wrap.
MISCELLANEOUS
Floss Fringe
As an amusing change from ostrich
capq$ for evening wear, Schiaparelli
has introduced an Imitation of feath-
ers, made of bright artificial floss
fringe.
r\EAR Mrs. Post: I like tinted nail
polish and my husband doesn't.
He argues that such polish is decid-
edly opposed to good taste. We have
gradually gotten into an argument
about this, which is becoming irritat-
ing out of all proportion to its trifling
subject, and we have now decided to
ask you to decide whether tinted nails
are anything for a husband to grow
rabid about?
Answer: Since the supposition of a
husband’s growing rabid over nail
polish is not quite believable, I’m not
quite sure whether this letter Is in-
tended to be answered seriously or to
be taken as a jest. However, suppos-
ing the question to be genuine, I would
say that nails carefully manicured and
slighted tinted are certainly in good
taste. But gilded or silvered or deep-
ly colored ones are something else
again. In fact, those deepest red ones,
which look as though the nail had
been torn off and the finger ends left
bleeding, are revolting to all except
the few who have become Inured to
the shock of them. As a matter of
fact, I doubt very much if a man can
be found who does not hate them.
* * •
Dear Mrs. Post: The other evening
my employer invited me to go home
to supper with him and his family, so
that afterwards we could finish some
work. His wife and young daughter
were extremely pleasant and hospita-
ble, but never asked me to remove my
hat. I went to the table with it on
and worked for several hours after
the meal in the same discomfort. Is
It necessary to wait until the hostess
says something?
Answer: Your employer’s wife might
perhaps have asked you if you would
like to take off your hat But I imag-
ine that she thought you preferred to
beep it on, since you did not take It
off. before going into the dining room.
Whenever you go to anyone’s house
for an evening meal and are wearing
a day dress and hat, you take off the
hat only if you want to. Asking any-
one to take off hat or gloves is rare-
ly If ever heard in the present day. A
hostess sometimes says to a friend
who continues to sit In. a heavy coat,
“Don’t you want to take your coat
off?” This is not a phrase of hospital-
ity so much as an exclamation made
because she feels that her guest is ab-
sent-mindedly unaware of her Own dis-
comfort.
© by Emily Post.—WNU Service.
Ancient Secret Revealed
Why Christian Serbs in the Petcb
district of Jugoslavia have for cen-
turies placed lighied candles in the
cemetery of an old Moslem mosque,
known as St. George's columns, has
been revealed by excavations. Those
who followed the custom did not know
why it was done, and had never heard
a satisfactory explanation from their
ancestors. The excavations show that
the iuosque was built by victorious
Turks on the site of an ancient Chris-
tian monastery dedicated to St. George.
It is evident that even after their mo-
nastery had been removed the defeat-
ed Serbs continued to place the lighted
candles.
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