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Synopsis.—Idly fishing Her-
manos creek, in California, Caleb
"Warner, civil engineer, and a
New Englander, is witness of the
end of a coyote pulled down by
two wolfhounds, urged on by a
girl rider. Admiring the hounds,
he introduces himself, and learns
her name is Clinton. With west-
ern hospitality she invites him to
the ranch to meet her father. .
At the Clinton home Warner
learns his new friend’s name is
Betty. He is welcomed by her
father, Southern Civil war veter-
an and owner of Hermanos val-
ley. Warner tells them some-
thing of his ambitions and his
feeling that he is destined to be
a "Water-Bearer.” In the town
of Golden Warner shares an
apartment with his old Columbia
cpllege chum, Ted Baxter, care-
free and somewhat dissipated
youth, only child of his widowed
mother, who controls the family
fortune. At a club luncheon Bax-
ter introduces Caleb to Wilbur
Cox, leading business man and
president of the water company
which supplies the needs of
Golden. He gives Cox an inkling
of his ambitions, and Cox, im-
pressed, invites him to dinner
that night.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
—5—
The dinner was served in one of the
private dining rooms of the club,
known as the Red room. The guests
were those of the luncheon, with the
addition of young Cox and Caleb. It
appeared that they had been in some
conference that afternoon and that
the dinner marked the end of satisfac-
tory arrangements. The talk was all
of mutual interests, Big Business.
It appeared that the afternoon’s con-
ference had been called in connection
with the threat of other Californian
cities to wrest from Golden its su-
premacy as the metropolis of the Pa-
cific coast. The great fire, following
the earthquake, had given them op-
portunity to creep up in population
and general progress. Los Angeles
was the most formidable competitor,
with Oakville, across the bay from
Golden, once only thought of as a
suburb of the peninsular city but now,
as the actual terminal of transcon-
tinental railroads that ended at deep
water, an active rival.
With so small a party Caleb was in
easy earshot of the conversation. His
interests naturally centered on Wilbur
Cox and they quickened at the mention
of water supply.
“The board of public works will ap-
prove the plans for filling the mains
with salt water from the bay in case
of any big conflagration,” said Cox.
“That will not only obviate any repeti-
tion of disaster through the conduits
breaking between here and the reser-
voirs, as they did in the quake, but will
prove a saving.”
Jack Cox turned back to Caleb.
“The governor insists that the vital
thin# the matter with Golden’s growth
is the question of adequate supply," he
said in an undertone. “Naturally he
concentrates on that point.”
"Is there a shortage?” asked Caleb.
“Likely to be, they tell me. Better
quiz the governor if you’re interested.
He’ll pour out information on that sub-
ject like a water-gate once he gets
started.”
Here was food for thought. Water
shortage meant water development. It
might mean an opportunity.
“The government project will take
years to put through,” the host was
saying. “Meantime we’ve got to get
busy.”
“We’re leaving that end of it to you,
Cox,” said Winton. “Conserving wa-
ter, buying and selling water—at a
profit is your business.”
“A reasonable profit.”
“And a reasonable dividend,” capped
Winton with a dry smile.
The dinner was not protracted. And
it broke ,up completely. These men
seemed all to have definite things to do
even at the close of the day. The
guests shook hands affably with Caleb.
“An engineer? Intending to locate
here? You’ll find plenty to do.” Such
was the consensus of their greetings.
The result was heartening. Out here
in the West they seemed to accept a
man as efficient un£il he proved him-
self otherwise, he decided. In the
East it was different. A stranger
would stay years on approval, almost
under suspicion, until he made good.
Jack Cox invited him to visit Im-
perial valley, as his guest, to see what
had been done there and Caleb re-
sponded in kind to the cordiality and
evident earnestness of the solicitation.
But he had an idea—Baxter would
have called it a hunch—that he would
do well to stay in Golden for a while.
And cultivate Cox. His Yankee mind
suggested that here was a direct open-
ing.
Cox widened It
“I am in town for a few days," he
said. “You must come up to my office
for a chat over things. And perhaps
you would like to look over the Crystal
Springs property? Our head engineer
makes regular tours. He goes Tues-
day, by the way. I can arrange with
him to show you round. We have
some dams there that he Is justly
proud of. The line of earthquake fault
ran right through them and—you can
see for yourself how they stood it
How about it?” /
Caleb accepted eagerly. He had
heard of the Crystal Springs dam. Its
resistance to the temblor had been the
world talk of engineering.
“I shall be glad to come and see
you,” he said. “And glad of the chance
to see the property. Thank you.”
“Good! I shall expect you then. I
hope you have enjoyed yourself.”
Young Cox paired off with his father
as the guests dispersed, and Caleb de-
cided to walk home. An attendant
gave him an envelope with his coat
and hat. It was a card to the club,
good for six weeks, applied for by
Baxter and countersigned by Wilbur
Cox. Caleb slipped It into his pocket
gratefully. It was late before he
turned in. Baxter was still out—play-
ing his “game.”
On his. mahogany bureau there
was ranged a galaxy of youth and
beauty, the faces of about a dozen
girls—the number varied—whimsically
framed.
Baxter styled them the “Gallery of
the Three Ps.” Past, Present and Pos-
sible. “I frame the past in gunmetal,”
he said, “symbolic of spent ammuni-
tion. The present partners in the game
smile at .you from silver, indicative of
fair, untarnished happiness. Those of
the future, the possibilities, are hon-
Soon He Was Deep in the History of
Golden.
ored by gold. True it is only plated—
but it is gold on the surface—harbin-
ger of dawn, of coming pleasure, of
the glow of anticipation. It Is the
hand that may fall to you in the next
deal, Cal, that holds the real thrill of
the game. That Is why, when a ‘pos-
sible’ becomes a ‘present,’ I shift the
fair from gold to a silver grading, not
that they are less dear, if more fa-
miliar, but because the bloom always
brushes off the peach when you han-
dle it.”
When, the morning after the dinner,
Caleb entered Baxter’s room to find it,
as he had anticipated, untenanted; he
noticed a change in the line-up of the
“three Ps.” One of the gold frames
had been put away. One of the silver
ones held a new face. It had not been
one of those among the “possible,”
Caleb thought, though he had not paid
very clqse attention to Baxter’s gal-
lery. This girl had, it would seem,
capitulated too quickly to have ever
been classed as a “possible.”
Caleb surmised it was the blond
stenographer whom Baxter had termed
the “peach,” with whom he was now
playing the “game-.” In the photo-
graph there was a suggestion that the
rfloom of this peach was artificial. The
face was petulant, fohd of pleasure,
disinclined to count ,{he cost. Caleb
idly fancied that the eyes held possi-
bilities of storm that would be more
than just a rain of tears on occasion,
that the mouth could become hard and
sullen If Its owner were crossed.
He had breakfast alone In the apart-
ment house dining room. It was Sun-
day. He thought of visiting El Nido
but old custom precluded the idea of a
Lord’s day social call. He wondered
if the public library would be open,
thinking that he would like to read up
the water history of Golden, of Oak-
ville and Los Angeles, and then he re-
membered the card in his pocket. The
club library should prove adequate.
The Altruists was a literary as well as
an artistic institutidn. So he walked
down town, to find the place almost de-
serted. Everyone in Golden, it seemed,
made the most of holidays out-of-
doors.
There was no one in the library
with its easy chairs and big tables, its
desks and deep lounge in front of a
mammoth fireplace. The walls were
lined high with books, well arranged,
so that it was little trouble to find
what he wanted. Soon he was deep in
the history of Golden, with a big map
of the Bay region close beside him.
He went to bed early. Sometime in
the night Baxter came home. Caleb
found him sleeping the next morning,
his head tucked on a forearm, hand-
some but jaded, settled until noon.
Caleb waited until Cox should have
had time to answer his mail and then
presented himself at the offices of the
Crystal Springs company. Cox’s greet-
ing was cordial.
“Do you mind waiting a few mo-
ments?” he asked. He pressed a desk
button and a shrewd-appearing young
chap entered whom Caleb rated as
Cox’s secretary.
“Send me a stenographer, Harry,
will you?” asked Cox. “I have given
you all you can handle and I want to
get out some instructions on that
cement matter. The stuff is far from
standard or contract quality."
The stenographer entered, a girl,
quiet, dressed In a dark business suit,
deftly taking the dictation given her
by Cox in a low, unhesitating voice.
-Caleb, looking over an engineering
journal, hardly noticed her.
“Take this letter,” said Cox, then
turned to Caleb, as the girl changed a
page In her notebook. “I find that
Hinckley, our engineer In chief, is not
coming In this morning. He will be at
Crystal Springs tomorrow, so I am
going to give you a letter to him. A
car will be here for you in the morn-
ing at eight-thirty, if that suits you.
I am sorry I cannot give the time to
go with you myself.”
It was said graciously, with a cer-
tain air of assurance that Cox would
actually have gone with Caleb if he
could have spared the day.
“Now, Miss Morgan,” said Cox. “To
E. H. Hinckley, introducing Mr. Caleb
Warner.”
The girl’s poised pencil wavered for
a second, while her face lifted and her
eyes gazed wide at Caleb, then it
dipped and automatically inscribed
stenographic characters. They were
blue eyes and the face one he had seen
before. Where? The dress was more
demure, the blond hair less fancifully
arranged, but there was no mistaking
the features, the general expression,
startled from business calm to personal
interest.
Miss Morgan was Baxter’s" “peach,”
the girl whose photograph now occu-
pied one of the silver frames on .Bax-
ter’s bureau. Baxter was home, asleep,
the girl was on duty. There were
shadows under her eyes but there was
a flush in her cheeks as she stared at
Caleb with an interrogation that was
almost a challenge, before she bent to
her work as Cox went on with the
letter.
Caleb imagined what she was won-
dering. He had been mentioned to her
by name by Baxter. She was trying to
guess whether Baxter had done the
same by her, whether Caleb had seen
her photograph, what chance had
brought him to the private office and
her into it on the same occasion?
Caleb’s face showed nothing and,
when the letter was ended, he was
again reading the journal. Nor did he
look up when the girl left at Cox’s
“that is all, Miss Morgan.” He did
not wish to embarrass the girl. What
fche did in her own time was, If It did
not prove detrimental to her duties,
her own affair—most certaihly not his.
She did not return. A few minutes
later the secretary came quietly in
with the letter of introduction which
Cox read, signed, slid into its unsealed
envelope and passed to Caleb.
Miss Morgan is evidently Bax-
ter's “peach.” A smart girl with
a grievance?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Idea of Inferiority Not at All Uncommon
The feeling of inferiority Is an ex-
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However, by establishing habits of
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to meet the situation are not faced
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a habit of fear. Then the sense of
failure and the feelings of inferiority
become habitual, and one’s lot will be
indeed unhappy.
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Habermacher, Mrs. J. C. & Lane, Ella E. Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 28, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 13, 1926, newspaper, May 13, 1926; Shiner, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1144135/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Shiner Public Library.