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la that place. So, and out tKMni nn the tow remaining miles of desert bolllns through the narrow jaw ot the de- until It Ion tUU la that paradise of man OVER THE OLD TRAIL TO IMPERIAL VALLEY. file like an Imprisoned torrenfi Our Journey was nearly (Continued from Page creatioa Imperial the time we reached the summit I was beginning to feel rather tired. Being new at the riding game the ntInuous perform- "Wonder who he Is," commented one ot caught fire, the drab hills, colorless Is the the bbys sotto voce. early light were clarified.

SniashM Some old desert rat answered John, rufous gold enameled the higher slopes, In- ance 011 "on0 Waa, to least. -wr ThsJ Ideas Children f. Jtuth was fond of apple, buttsr spread en her Dread, the thicker the better. Recently she made her first visit to the country. losing Its novelty.

The charm of such an heading for the spring "This country's full tenslfying the purple shadows of the lower adventure had long since So' it Is not to be wondered mhri 1 that Wr bush and roefci appeared to move, i la the After testes, half light I was chasing everything; John TU to teed, youx, yelled at me to come back and take the co? ma 7fY of 'em; they come and stop at a Water hole awhile then pike out Some of "em stride it big, others 'monkey around these Mia all their lives an' never And a thing. They break away sometimes, but gen'rally th heat gets 'em an' the sand covers 'em up-; Later, as we sat eating dinner the old canyons. Then, without warning the sun popped over the edge ot the world and It seemed so close one might shore it away with a stick. Here is the true desert, waterless, pitiless, stern. Not a sound breaks the hush save when man passes through.

Then little is heard save an occasional word, the creak of the and the shuffle, shuffle ot the rear. I did SO. but noon fnunil rnvaolf itrnh. do you ask that? the reply, "I don't set 'Cause," came bing my heels deliriously in the ribs ot my thoroughly disgusted cayuse and forging to the front. From then on.

tmtil we halted, eleven miles out of Dixieland, things are a any apple butler." Indianapolis News. prospector sauntered up, "Gosh, I'm glad to see you boys he be- cattle plodUIng down the bone-dry wash, The Door of Our Dreams, kinda lonesome out here; but The land rolls in endless folds: and dunes, muddIed- I suppose I drove everything under the stars except-rrcattle. knew I ubs darn sight better than Death valley; crested with cactus and maguey, to the cliffs came outa there 'boWtwo weeks ago." rising blue' and distorted on the' heat- Tfow la It up there Inquired Dick. "Hotter'n th' seven binges uh hell," answered the other as he spat vigorously at a small, black beetle. "This Is th' coolest spot I've Btruck In a long while, wind alius warped borizon.

The silence broods heavily in this devil's crusct; still there Is a something that gets In the blood. Man stands forth In that limitless land of space an atom, insignificant and out of place. wind In the.forest-v, The stars in the The Jlow'ers In 'the meaflbw- The clouds drifting by'1 I Safeguard us-and shsw a The door of our dreams. The song of the ocean The hearth fire at night i The glow of the sunset The moon's silver light' Are keys to unfasten The door of our dreams. Release from the bondage X)f life's sad unrest The- heart's close CQmraunlotVi With all that is best We find when we '-Th doorof cur dreaniB, i -m BELLE WH.J2t; helped scatter a tew flakes of hay I reooK: lect dimly of pulling a blanket off the rear end of the wagon, dragging It a few feet and flopping.

That is all. Next morning I sore as though having been massaged by a tank on a spree. I hated the sight of that grey horse however, one more slight rise and we stood, our faces "turned toward Mecca," the luxuriant fertile fields of Imperial. The white walls of the store at Dixieland, first, of the lrri-the morning sun. In the foregrp'und, the old the morning sun In the foreground, the old sea beach sloped down, down until It gave way to the misty green of cane and cotton.

The road before us led away, up and down, i 1 -r- III Old Stage Station, 2 woms blows at night, but that cussed place never does cool off. Death Valley's a durn good hole to stay out of.V "Where do yotr live?" asked Elmer. The old rat chuckled, puffed a moment, then with an expressive gesture replied, "Everywhere, sonny. My home's By careful driving we made Carrizo Creek before noon. There are two ranches on this creek, kept alive by the brackish, alkaline water of the shallow Here we halted until sunset then started once more on the dusty trail.

Rounding a point near the site of the old stage station that i stop. Calif orny, Arizona, Nevada, Mexico. nce stood on the bank of the creek, I no-Roosted In all ot "enu Been clean-up in Uced an old grave; with a rougnframework ot mesquite poles surrounding it Dis IforD )for "ojS. and Girls down this State afoot Spent two years knockin' arcundm iSonora an' Chihuahua. Jest wanderin' arouaa, prospectln'.

here an' should think "yWd want to settle down once in awhile," ventured John. "Don't travelln' kinda get on your nerves?" "Well," answered the other slowly, as he applied a match to a fresh bowl ot tobacco mounting I bent over to examine It There was no tegular headstone, but a sandstone boulder served a marker, "Sam Fox," presumably the sleeper's name, was rudely scratched on the rough stone. Other remarks, the date, are but faint, indecipherable grooves almost obliterated by sand and wind. This I learned was the grave of a horse thief who years before had and sucked vigorously, watching it with an anxious frown until it purled throatily. stolen a horse In Arizona.

The Sheriff ot Yuma trailed him to this lonely spot and see I did try it once. Th' woman skipped out, left me flat, me'n th' boy. It kinda cured mew Ain't hankered try it since." "Got uh boy, eh?" Queried old Dick curiously. i shot film as he attempted to flee. The desert Is sown with many such mute evidences of early tragedies and one cannot help but wonder what these silent hills say could they; but speak.

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"Here?" No slr-ee. Last I heard I different than the rest of the surround- he was In France Been decorated, top. No fog desert Here In some past age, when staying out fer that kid Is all ina'n." the earth was oung and man was a tcrawl- We crawled out at half past 1 next mora- ing protoplast, old Mother Nature's" caldron tng and were away by 3 moon appears to have boiled over. The mad In was In her last quarter and the thin sliver cooling left the bills 1 tn odd, of light was Just enough to show us the shapes. Raw, red mounds seamed road.

Our friend of the burros wal up to gashed toto a thousand wrinkles Neithef see us off. He helped Dick "harness the bush nor tree grows on these travesties of team, his black dudeen puffing briskly. The bills. More barren are they than the sandy Buy- Notaseme for last we saw of him was his tall ungainly fig- stretches of rattler-Infested desert ure, legs spread apart, standing by the fire As we rode, night once more rolled down Thorough. Satisfaction Vou ra Assured, of Good- Service, Fast Colors, Long Wear.

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on us. The last gleam of red and gold vanished from the higher mesas and the vistas ot frowning, sandstone barriers and distant dunes faded Into the haze of early Desert Lights ani Shadows Everywhere in Evidence. ,,0 Largest and best equipped FOUR O'CLOCK came. The shadowy east; twilight-' A mobnless desert night can be be iran to lishten. A faint almost taper- darki Indeed, but that night, the scat- .1 h.

,1 ceptlble filament of misty yellow seeped Into tered riches of the Coyote and Eagle, name-the shades alpng the eastern rim brighteir thaif evej; and 1 I ait ii heretofore vagtw, shapeless mysteries ot it seemed as tnougn one mtgni, Dfatanu-goblin haunted land, stood their ing stirrups, teach: up and true characters against a background' of brush down a few of $he ehinJng'-aubles. gray sand. The mountains bulking huge on Past the mud hUls end wind-swept liooks, of the horizon with the mists of the night billowed sand, id plodded. Oq, jon. to the melting in the auroral gleams of the new foot of Upas Hlllii.Here Is the traversable dearernd clearer, The, yellow break In the hilipjthat separates the oijtly-en I'd WAV tn bloom of deen red Aerglng In, desert plats of Imperial from the cctl- 01 5T i HY.T IN II RE FOR THE BOY intola wave of delicate pink thai crftptsJow- cld Jastness of the hinterland.

The pass up ly ip the cloteowied bowl of skyNow TppaaJHU 1 tortuous and caUle could see the serrated peaks guarding Mex-loath gsSlhey ars to ascend grades, mus) per-' larding Mex- loath shey ars to ascend graces, musj-per- my Ice; as we rode: those distant jjn pinnacles iorce.clitiib thW'one. 'it is the, only outlet -----j-r-rgf si th! if? A i A I 1 ''v. s' a t-' ou i.