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"Nameless River" deals with
the period when the cattle ranges
were beginning to tfreak up un-
der the determined push of small
farmers. Its heroine is a daugh-
ter of one of those lowly settlers
and the chief incidents are de-
rived from the efforts of a cattle
outfit to get possession of the
farmer's land. Many men figure
in the story, but the principal
elements of villainy are inspired
by a singularly handsome but
diabolical person known as Cat-
tle Kate, the head of the breed-
ing and grazing enterprise.
Allison, the settler, meets his
death and his son is crippled for
life under very suspicious cir-
- cumstances. It devolves upon
Nance Allison, the daughter, to
carry on. Nance, under the in-
fluence of farm work, handling
horses and life in the open air,
develops into an amazon, unusu-
ally handsome. Finally love
comes to Nance and when the
man she has chosen is menaced,
primal instincts overcome for a
time her religious scruples and
she becomes a tigress. Only the
intervention of circumstances
prevent her tearing Kate to
pieces.
Vingie E. Roe (Mrs. Raymond
C. Lawton), the author, was born
in Oxford, Kan., lived, and mar-
ried in South Dakota and now
resides in Napa, Cal. Such sto-
ries as "Primal Lure," "Heart of
Night Wind" and "Nameless Riv-
er" have placed her in the front
rank of American tellers of tales.
CHAPTER I
"Fight for a Woman? H—II If Twas
th* Horse Now—"
It was springtime in the Deep Heart
country. On the broad slopes, the
towering slants of the hills themselves,
the conifers sang their everlasting
monotone, turned by the little winds
from the south.
Great canyons cut the ridges, dark
and mysterious, murmuring with snow
water, painted fantastically in the reds
and browns and yellows of their
weathered stone.
But In the sweet valleys that ran
like playful fingers all ways among the
hills, where lay tender grass of a
laughing brightness, flowers nodded
thick in the drowsy meadows. It was
a lonesome land, set far from civiliza-
tion, but beautiful withal, serene, si-
lent, wild with crag and peak and
precipice.
Deer browsed in its sheltered places,
a few timber wolves preyed on them,
while here and there a panther
screamed to the stars at night.
For many years a pair of golden
eagles had reared their young on the
beetling escarpment that crowned Mys-
tery ridge.
It was a rich land, too, for many
cattle ran on Its timbered slants and
grew sleek and fat for fall along the
reaches of the river.
On a day when all the world seemed
basking in the tempered sun, a horse
and rider came down along the slopes
heading toward the west. On the
broad background of this primeval set-
ting they made a striking picture, one
to arrest the eye, for both were re-
markable. Of the two, perhaps the
horse would first have caught the at-
tention of an observer, owing to its
great stature and its shining mouse-
blue coat.
Far off, also, the prideful grace of
its carriage, the lightness, the arro-
gance of its step, would have been no-
ticeable. But as they drew near, one
looked instinctively to see what man-
ner of rider bestrode so splendid a fel-
low, and was not disappointed—for the
rider was a woman.
She was a gallant woman, if one
could so describe her, not large but
built with such nicety of line, of pro-
portion, as best to show off the spirit
in her—and that was a thing which
might not be described. Under her
sombrero, worn low on her brow and
level, one got the seeming of darkness
shot with fire—the black eyes and bit
•of dusky hair above cheeks brightly
• flushed. She rode at ease, her gaunt-
leted hands clasped on her pommel,
her reins swinging. A blue flannel
shirt, gay with pearl buttons, lay open
at the throat and bloused a trifle above
a broad leather belt, well worn and
studded with nickel spots. A divided
skirt of dark leather, precisely fitted
and deeply fringed at the bottom, con-
cealed the tops of high laced boots. All
her clothing betokened especial make,
and very thorough wear.
As the blue horse sidled expertly
down the slope a loose stone turned
under his shod hoof, causing him to
stumble ever so slightly, though he
caught himself Instantly.
As instantly the woman's spurred
heel struck his flank, her swift tighten
ing of the rein anticipated his resultant
start.
"Pick up your feet, you!" she said
sharply, frowning.
The stallion did pick up his feet, for
he was intelligent, but he shook his
proud head, laid his ears back on his
neck, and the sweat started on his sen
sltive skin at the needless rake of the
spur. The great dark eyes In his gray-
blue face shone for a time like fox-
fire in the dark, twin sparks beneath
the light of his tossing silver forelock
He chose his footing more care-
fully, though he was an artist in hill
climbing at all times, for the woman
on his back was a hard taskmaster.
Caught as a colt in the high meadows
of the Upper Country beyond Deep
Heart hills, the horse had served her
faithfully for four of his seven years
of life, and hated her sullenly. There
was mixed blood in his veins—wild,
from the slim white mother who had
never felt a rope; patrician, gentle,
tractable, from the thoroughbred black
father lost from a horse-trader's string
eleven years back and sought for
many bootless moons because of his
great value.
Swayed by the instincts of these two
strains the superb animal obeyed this
woman who was unquestionably his
master, though rebellion surged in him
at every chastisement.
For an hour the two came down
along the breast of a ridge, dropping
slowly in a long diagonal, and pres-
ently* came out on a bold shoulder that
jutted from the parent spine. Here,
with the thinning trees falling abrupt-
ly away, a magnificent view spread out
below. For a long time there had
been In the rider's ears a low and
heavy murmur, a ceaseless sound of
power. Now its source was visible—
the river that wound /between wide
meadows spread like flaring flounces
on either side—broad, level, green
stretches that looked rich as a king's
lands, and were.
The woman reined up her horse and
sitting sidewise looked down with
moody eyes. A frown drew close the
dark brows under the hat brim, the
full sensuous lips hardened into a tight
line.
Hatred flamed in her passionate
face, for the smiling valley was ten-
anted. At the far edge of the green
floor across the river there nestled
against the hills that rose abruptly the
small log buildings of a homestead.
There was a cabin, squarely built and
neat, a stable, a shed or two, and stout
corrals, built after the fashion of a
stockade, their close-set upright sap-
lings gleaming faintly in the light
And on the green carpet a long
brown line lay stretched from end to
end, straight as a plumb-line, attest-
ing to the accuracy of the eye that
The Woman Reined Up Her Horse, and
Sitting Sidewise, Looked Down With
Moody Eyea.
drew it A team of big bay horses
even now plodded along that line, leav-
ing behind them a tiny addition in the
form of a flange of new turned earth,
the restless effect of the conquering
plow.
The plow, hated of all those who fol-
low the fringe of the wilderness, sav-
age, trapper and cattleman.
In the furrow behind walked the
owner of the accurate eyes—deep, wide,
blue eyes they were, set beautifully
apart under calm brows of a golden
bronze which matched exactly the
thick lashes and the heavy rope of
hair braided and pinned around the
head hidden in an old-fashioned sun-
bonnet—for this only other figure in
the primeval picture was a woman
also. She was young by the grace of
the upright carriage, strong by the way
she handled her plow, confident in
every movement, every action. She
stood almost as tall as the average
man, and she walked with the free
swing of one.
For a long time the rider on the
high shoulder of the ridge sat regard
Ing these tiny plodders in the valley.
Then she deliberately took from Its
straps the rifle that hung on her sad-
dle, lifted It to her shoulder, took slow
aim and fired. It was a high-power
gun, capablg of carrying much farther
than this point of aim, and its bullet
spat whiningly into the earth so near
the moving team that one of the horses
jumped and squatted.
The woman lowered the gun and
watched.
But the upright figure plodding In
its furrow never so much as turned Its
head. It merely pulled the lines
buckled about Its waist, thereby
steadying the frightened horse back to
its business, and crept ahead at its
plowing.
"D—n!" said the woman.
She laid the rifle across her pommel,
reined the blue stallion sharply away
and went on her interrupted journey.
Two hours later she rode into the
shady, crooked lane that passed for a
street in Cordova. Composed of a gen-
eral store, a blacksmith shop, a few
ancient cabins, the isolated trading
point called Itself a town. McKane of
the store did four-ply business and
fancied himself exceedingly.
As the woman came cantering down
the street between the cabins he ceased
whittling on the splinter in his hands
and watched her. She was well worth
watching, too, for she was straight as
an Indian and she rode like one. Of
the half dozen men lounging on the
store porch In the drowsy afternoon,
not one but gazed at her with covetous
eyes.
A light grew up In McKane's keen
face, a satisfaction, an appreciation, a
recognition of excellence.
"By George I" he said softly. "Boys,
I don't know which is the most worth
while—the half-breed Bluefire or Kate
Cathrew on his back!"
"I'll take the woman," said a lean
youth in worn leather, his starved
young face attesting to the woman-
less wilderness of the Upper Country
from whence he hailed. "Yea, Lord—
I'll take the woman."
"You mean you would," said Mc-
Kane, smiling, "if you could. Many a
man has tried it, but Kate rides alone.
Yes, and rules her kingdom with an
iron hand—that's wrong—it's steel,
and Toledo steel at that, tempered fine.
And merciless."
"You seem to know th' lady pretty
well."
"All Nameless River knows her,"
said the trader, lowering his voice as
she drew near, "and the Deep Hearts,
too, as far as cattle run."
"Take an* keep yer woman—if ye
can—" put in a bearded man of fifty
who sat against a post, his booted feet
stretched along the floor, "but give me
th' horse. I've loved him ever sence I
first laid eyes on him two years back.
"He's more than a horse—he's got
brains behind them speakin' eyes, soft
an' black when he's peaceful, but
burnin' like coals when he's mad. I've
seen him mad, an' itched to own him
then. Kate's a brute to him—don't un-
derstand him, an' don't want to."
McKane dropped his chair forward
and rose quickly to his feet as the
woman cantered up.
"Hello, Kate," he said, as she sat a
moment regarding the group, "how's
the world at Sky Line ranch?"
"All there," she said shortly, "or
was when I left."
She swung out of her saddle and
flung her reins to the ground. She
pulled off her gloves and pushed the
hat back from her forehead, which
showed sweated white above the tan
of her face. She passed into the store
with McKane, the spurs rattling on
her booted heels.
Left alone the big, blue stallion
turned his alert head and looked at the
men on the porch, drawing a deep
breath and rolling the wheel in his
half-breed bit.
It was as the bearded man had said
—intelligence in a marked degree
looked out of the starry eyes in the
blue face. That Individual reached out
a covetous hand, but the horse did not
move. He knew his business too well
as Kate Cathrew's servant.
Inside the store the woman took two
letters which McKane gave her from
the dingy pigeon-holes that did duty as
post office, read them, frowned and put
them in the pocket of her leather rid-
ing skirt. Then she selected a few
things from the shelves which she
stowed in a flour sack and was ready
to go. McKane followed her close, his
eyes searching her face with ill-con-
cealed desire. She did not notice the
men on the porch, who regarded her
frankly, but passed out among them as
though they were not there. It was
this cool Insolence which cleared the
path before her wherever she ap-
peared, as if all observers, feeling the
inferiority her disdain implied, ac-
knowledged It.
But as she descended the five or six
steps that led down from the porch,
she came face to face with a new-
comer, one who neither gaped nor
shifted back, but looked her square in
the face.
This was a man of some thirty-four
or five, big, brawny, lean and fit, of a
rather homely countenance lighted by
gray eyes that read his kind like print.
He looked like a cattleman save for
one thing—the silver star pinned to
the left breast of his flannel shirt, for
this was Sheriff Price Selwood.
"Good day, Kate," he said.
A red flush rose in the woman's face,
but It was not set there by any liking
for the speaker who accosted her, that
was plain.
"It's never a good day when I meet
you," she said evenly, "it's a bad one."
The sheriff smiled.
"That's good," he ansWered, "but
some day I'll make It better."
McKane, his own face flushed with
sudden anger, stepped close.
"Price," he said thinly, " you and I've
been pretty fair friends, but when you
talk to Miss Cathrew like that, you've
got me to settle with. That sounded
like a threat."
WNU Service.
"Did it?" said Selwood. "It was."
The trader was as good as his word.
With the last syllable his fist shot
out and took the speaker in the jaw, a
clean stroke, timed a half-second soon-
er than the other had expected, though
he had expected it. It snapped his
head back on his shoulders, but did
not make him stagger, and the next
moment he had met McKane half-way
with all the force of his two hundred
pounds of bone and muscle.
In the midst of the whirlwind fight
that followed, Kate Cathrew, having
pulled on her gloves and coolly tied
her sack in place on her saddle,
mounted Bluefire and rode away with-
out a backward look.
Twenty minutes later the sheriff
picked up the trader and rolled him up
on the porch. He stood panting him-
self, one hand on the worn planking,
the other wiping the blood and dirt
from his face.
"Get some water, boys," he said
quietly, "and when he comes around
tell him I'll be back tomorrow for my
coffee and tobacco—five pounds of
each—and anything more he wants to
give me."
He picked up his wide hat, brushed
it with his torn sleeve, set it back on
his head precisely, walked to his own
horse, which was tied some distance
away, mounted and rode south toward
the more open country where his own
ranch lay.
"I'm d—d!" said the bearded man
softly, "it didn't take her long to stir
up somethin' on a peaceful day! If
it'd been over Bluefire, now—there's
somethin' to fight for—but a woman;
h—1!"
"But—Glory—Glory!" whispered the
lean boy who had watched Kate
hungrily, "ain't she worth it! Oh, just
ain't she? Wisht I was McKane this
minute!"
"Druther be th' sheriff," said the
other enigmatically.
CHAPTER II .
The Homestead on Nameless.
When the sun dropped over the
western ridge, the girl in the deep sun-
bonnet unhitched her horses from the
plow. She looped her lines on the har-
ness, rubbed each sweated bay head a
moment, carefully cleaned her share
with a small wooden paddle which she
took from a pocket in her calico skirt
and tipped the implement over, share-
face down.
Then she untied the slatted bonnet
and took it off, carrying it in her hand
as she swung away with her team at
her heels, and the change was marvel-
ous. Where had been a somewhat mas-
culine figure, plodding at man's work a
few moments before, was now a young
goddess striding the virgin earth.
The rose glow of coming twilight in
the mountains bathed the stern slants
with magic, fell on her bronze head
like ethereal dust of gems. All in a
moment she had become beautiful. The
golden shade of her smooth skin was
but a tint above that of her haij. and
brows and lashes, a blend to delight an
artist, so rare was it—though her
mother said they were "all off the
same piece." There was red in her
makeup, too, faint thinned, beneath
the light tan of her cheeks, flaming
forth brightly in the even line of her
full lips.
Out of this flare of noonday color
her blue eyes shone like calm waters
under (summer skies. Some of the men
of thescountry had seen John Allison's
daughter, but not one of them would
have told you she was handsome—for
not one of them had seen her without
the disfiguring shelter of the bonnet
She went with the weary horses to the
edge of the river, flat here in the broad
meadows, and stood between them as
they drank.
She raised her head and looked
across the swift water-stream to the
high shoulder of the distant ridge, but
there was no fear in the calm depths
of h'er eyes. She stood so, quiet, tired,
at ease, until the horses had drunk
their fill and with windy breaths of
satisfaction were ready to go on across
the flat to the 'stable and corral.
Well, you've had a look at
Bluefire and Cattl$ Kate. Do
you prefer the wonderful horse
to the dominating woman?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Ancient English Custom
The term "Trial of the Pyx," is ap-
plied In Great Britain to the official
inquiry anuually made to determine
the weight and fineness of the standard
coins issued from the mint during the
preceding year. It is so called from
the "pyx," that is, the box or chest in
which are preserved the specimen gold
and silver coins of the realm. The first
trial Is said to have been ordered by
Henry II (1154-1189). The earlier tests
occurred at irregular intervals, but
since the passage of the coinage act in
1870, the examination has been an-
nually made at Goldsmiths' hall, by a
juy of goldsmiths presided over by the
king's remembrancer.—Kansas City
Star.
There is a college of pharmacy in
every state In the Union.
ADVERTISING CLUBS
OF THE WORLD MEET
Aid of President Asked to
Outlaw Armed Strife—
Many Resolutions
Passed.
Houston, Tex.—All nations of the
World were called upon to outlaw war
in resolutions adopted at the closing
session of the Associated Advertising
Clubs of the World convention at
Houston Thursday.
"War is the foe of trade," the reso-
lutions said, "the destroyer of prop-
erty created by labor and is the com-
mon enemy of mankind. Therefore it
should be* outlawed."
President Coolidge was asked to
"place the outlawry of war in the fore-
front of any world conference he may
call to consider disarmament or any
other question relating to world
peace."
Other resolutions commended Presi-
dent Coolidge for insistence on great-
er economy in government, "with a
view to further reduction in taxes;"
approved a plan of the department of
commerce for compilation of statis-
tical records of merchandise distribu-
tion; indorsed the proposed Texas
Centennial celebration in 1936; thank-
ed heads of Latin-American govern-
ments for sending special representa-
tives to the convention; indorsed the
Nyack plan, which seeks to join the
people and the churches Irrespective
of denomination in a world peace
movement; indorsed the institution of
Golden Rule Sunday In connection
with Near East relief work; deplored
the death of Lord Leverhume of
Great Britain, and adopted the usual
resolutions of thanks to Governor
Miriam A. Ferguson, the people of
Texas and the City of Houston for
their hospitality.
Philadelphia was ratified as the
next convention city and C. K. Wood-
bridge of New York as the next presi-
dent of the association.
The convention adopted a number
of changes in its by-laws, chiefly
leaving with the executive commit-
tee power to ratify choices of future
convention cities and rearranging
states and foreign countries into
new districts. Florida was made a
district by itself. '
After Philadelphia's selection was
ratified, Ed James Cattell of that
city presented to the Advertising
Club of Houston a duplicate of the
original liberty bell in Independence
Hall.
One incident not on the program
brought a storm of cheers from the
audience when Sir William Veno of
the* British delegation presented to
the Houston Advertising Club a silk-
en British flag as a "token of respect
and in recognition of a warm wel-
come," as well as decognition of
British advertisers of the part Amer-
ica played in the world war.
"You came up at the right moment,"
he said, "and put an end to that hell
upon earth. Your performance on the
western front thrilled every man and
woman in the British empire and it
will never be forgotten. The blood
of yours and the blood of ours are
mingled on the battlefield of Flanders
and may that blood cement the two
countries."
"May the day never come," he said,
as he clasped hands with W. S. Pat-
ton, president of the Houston Club,
under the folds of the flag as it
hung from its standard, "when our
two countries may have a difference
that cannot be peaceably composed."
The resolution commending the Tex-
as centennial and world's exhibition
said it had been indorsed by the
Tenth District Associated Advertis-
ing Clubs of the World at its four-
teenth annual convention in Novem-
ber, 1923, when it took the initiative
in formulating plans for the centen-
nial; and that the project had been
endorsed by the governor, the Texas
legislature and had received the unit-
ed support of the press and of Texas
advertising interests.
Therefore the convention resolved
that "we heartily commend ttfe citi-
zenship of the State of Texas upon
this meritorious and constructive un-
dertaking."
Merchandise distribution, the sub-
ject of stijl another resolution, urged
"that all constituent organizations in
the United States and all concerns en-
gaged in advertising or other activities
connected with merchandise distribu-
tion, assist the department of com-
merce in preparation for and conduct
of this proposed census of merchan-
dise distribution in every way possi-
ble."
Rail Clerks Elect President.
Kansas City, Mo.—E. H. Fitzgerald
of Cincinnati Thursday was re-elected
grand president of the Brotherhood
of Railway Clerks.
Mrs. Ferguson Honored.
Memphis, Tenn.—Governor Miriam
A. Ferguson of Texas, and Mrs. Ben-
ton McMillin, of Nashville, Tenn.,
Wednesday were named honorary,
matrons of honor for the Forrest Cal-
vary Corps in general orders issued
at Memphis for mobilization of the
corps at the reunion of the United
Conferderate Veterans at Dallas, May
19 to 22. The orders were issued by
Lieutenant General William A Cot
lier, commanding.
IN COAT OF BOYISH ASPECT;
LACE, CREPE AND PEA
' | VHAT same enthusiasm for mannish
style ideas which the fashionlst
manifests In designing clothes for
grownups is evidenced when It comes
to outfitting the younger generation.
This is especially true in regard to
practical cloth coats for little girls and
Juniors. It surely takes a discerning
eye to distinguish sister's topcoat from
that of brother's this season. Look
at this picture, and be convinced.
Here you see illustrated Madame
Mode's idea of a very, very stylish
little girl. Every detail of this smart-
ly tailored coat which her wee lady-
ship is wearing is in accord with the
thought supreme—fashioned and tail-
ored on strictly "boyish" lines.
This is just the coat which serves
best for school wear where one is in-
the June bride this year—there is ;
uncertainty as to the character
dress that Paris has determined up
for her. One after another the fbre-
most designers have presented filmy
gowns of georgette crepe, or of geor-
gette and lace combined. Again and
again these gowns are adorned with
petals, leaves or blossoms made of
georgette, supplemented with small
pearls or beads in crystal or opaque
white. The little pearl bead was
never more in demand—for it also
plays a star part as a decoration for
bridesmaids' gowns, which it is made
to match In color. Bridal gowns are
youthful but stately and as delicate
as the airy globe of the dandelion.
Two beautiful examples of today's
modes appear in the drawings shown
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HER WEE LADYSHIP'S LATEST COAT
augurating one's new gingham or voile
dresses—especially since it serves to
calm mother's fears that little daugh-
ter might "catch cold." Likewise it
should be included in the vacation
wardrobe of every growing girl, being
ideal for travel, steamer wear and mo-
toring.
Later on, the call will. come from
little daughter for a coat of lighter
weight and of "Sunday-best" appear-
ance. Stylists have anticipated this
desire, in that they have designed
charming silk coats in colors entranc-
ing. In these, the spirit of "like moth-
er like daughter" is bespoken. That
is, the untrimmed tailored effect is
maintained. The note of youthful
loveliness is expressed in the gay flow-
er-like colors of many of these silken
coats, although to faithfully report
here, sketched in Paris and present-
ing all tfre details that are important
as style features. In the dress at the
left a long tunic of georgette is worn
over an underdress of lace. The tunic
Is tucked and so are the close-fitting
sleeves with fall of lace set on below
the elbow. At the front a fiarlng
flounce supplies the fashionable varia-
tion of the straight line and at the
back a graceful panel supports a nar-
row train of lace. Small pearl beads
make a decorative finish, where the
flounce is joined to the body of the
tunic and the same decoration Is used
wherever such a finish is needed. Very
cleverly and Ingeniously the designer
has Introduced that popular feature of
current styles—the jabot—the soft
lace collar ends In a jabot at each side
of the back. The arrangement of the
LA
DECREED BY PARIS
fashion's trend, one cannot but say
that black is selected for little tots as
often as the vivid hues.
The ensemble Idea is exquisitely car-
ried out in that silk bengaiine coats
for children are topped with cunning
hats made of the same material. Even
the older girls are wearing hats re-
lated In color, and sometimes fabric, to
their coats. The light weight of the
silk coat insures Its comfort for sum-
mer days, while the lovely color of
these wraps tunes In with falry-like
lingerie frocks over which they are
posed. The more fanciful silk coats
are trimmed with marabou borders,
after the manner of fur as applied to
the spring wraps of mother and big
sister.
The powers that be in the great
world of fashion have been kind to
veil is simple. It falls from a simple
cap gathered at each side where little
clusters of orange blossoms are posed.
Small roses made of georgette are set
on the edges of the veil.
At the right a dignified and very
chic gown is developed in lace and
satin. The uneven hem line, charac-
teristic of summer modes for formal
wear, and the flaring silhouette are
achieved by the lace skirt which falls *
in points at the sides over the satin
skirt. A court train of lace, posed
over satin and long, close-fitting
sleeves reveal a return to classic
styles. A satin sash tied at the left
side and a group of orange blossoms
posed at the right, complete tb«
gown.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
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The Schulenburg Sticker (Schulenburg, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, May 22, 1925, newspaper, May 22, 1925; Schulenburg, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth189910/m1/7/: accessed May 4, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Schulenburg Public Library.