The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 49, No. 45, Ed. 1 Tuesday, November 4, 1924 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
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EN of the Y.D.
A Novel of the Foothills
By
ROBERT STEAD
S Author of "Thm Cow Puncher"—"The Homesteaders"—"Neighbors." etc.
s Copyright br ROBERT STEAD
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CHAPTER XVII—-Continued.
"So yon have, and It hasn't spoiled
you a bit. Oh, It didn't take me long
to run you down. But 1 didn't go
breezln' up to your house, like I might
*ve done If I hadn't teen considerate
of you. J didn't want no scandal about
It, on your uccount. So I Just laid
low for awhile, That la how 1 found
out about Grant."
"About Grant? VVhat did you find
out about Mr. Grant?"
He made to draw her closer to him,
but she held him at bay. "Oh, you're
innocent, ain't you, Zen? What about
Grant? That's a good one. Your hus-
band would enjoy that!"
"If you're going to talk to me like
this we can't be friends, Mr. Drazk."
(Still no sign of help). "My friends
mustn't think evil of me."
Drazk laughed. "They say a friend
Is one who knows all about you and
loves you Just the same," tie leered.
"That's me, Zen. I know all about
you—you and this Grant fellow. How
he's been vlsltln' you when your hus-
bund was away, and sometimes when
the maid was away, too. I've kept
pretty close tab on him. Hasn't been
comin' around so often lately. Well,
true love never did run smooth. Now
I could tell your husband all this, and
perhaps I ought to; Transley and mo
is old friends, worked together for
years, but I ain't that kind of a fellow.
You see, Zen, I know all about you,
and I love jfou Just the same. 1 love
you—Just—the samel"
He forced her toward him, and she
knew that she had spun out her re-
prieve to Its end. She wns In the pow-
er of this madman. She tried to
brenk from his grasp, but her efforts
were puny and wasted against his
passionate strength. She strui.it out
wildly, but he crushed down her
blows; wrapped his arms about hers;
drew her face to his.
"1 came to collect an account. Zen,"
he hissed, "and now you are goln'—to
pay I"
CHAPTER XVIII
Transley, returning by an earlier
train than he had expected, found
Sarah at the house and Wilson en-
gaged In dialogue with the family pig.
The lad, on hearing the motor, rushed
to his father's arms.
"Well, well, what a big boy you arel"
cried Transley, swinging him up to
Ills shoulders. "And how is the pig?
And how Is your friend Grant?"
"Mother hasn't let rue go to see him
lately. I don't know why. Ever since
the night I slept at his house—"
"You slept at his house? When?"
"The day you went away. And
mother was there In the morning—"
"Wilson, where Is your mother?"
"1 don't know, daddy."
He strode sharply into the house.
"Sarah, where Is Mrs. Transley?"
"I don't km>w, sir," said the maid.
Then, frightened out of her reticence
by her master's unusual severity—"I
think she has gone to tho old quarry,
Mir. She olten goes up there of an
afternoon."
"A trystlng-placel" Transley gasped
Inwardly. He dropped the boy and, In
his own room, found a revolver and
cartridges. A moment later he was
twinging In long, angry steps up the
quarry road. Wilson, puzzled by the
sudden Interruption of his father's
greeting, followed at a discreet dis-
tance.
"I've suspected—I've suspected,"
Transley was raging as he walked;
•I've suspected—more than I've said.
Give 'em enough rope. That's my plan.
And now they've taken It By God, if
they havel"
With every step the wrath and hor-
ror within him grew. He was at the
quarry before he knew It. He paused
for a moment to listen. Yes, there
were people present. There were
•ounds—God. It sounded like a flglitt
Transley rushed la A man and a
woman were reeling In each other's
arms. "I hate you t I hate you I" the
woman was crying. "You coward I
You coward!" The watnan was his
wife. The man was—not Dennlson
Grant
Although Transley had a revolver In
his pocket It was not his customary
weapon, and his thought did not turn
naturally to It. In this tremendous
moment he forgot It altogether. He
rushed upon his wife's assailant
clutching him ahont the throat.
With the strength of a madman
T)razk flung Zen to the ground, where
■he fell unconscious |t his feet Then
he tore himself free from Transfers
grip about his throat. The next mo-
ment the two men were swaying about
to a struggle of death.
As they swung In each other's arms,
crushing, choking, clutching at each
other's throats, It was slowly forced
home upon Transley that bis was a
ioBing tight His assallunt had the
strength, and, after a hesitating mo-
ment of surprise, the ferocity of a
lion. He had broken Transley's first
grip of advantage about his throat
anu seemed In momentary prospect of
reversing the situation. There were
no talk, no cries, no oaths; It was a
silent fight save the grunting and
panting which became more and more
labored as the minutes drew on. in
their clutches Druzk'a stubbled face
rubbed Into Transley's well-groomed
cheek; his snarling teeth snapped, but
missed, at Transley's Jaw.
Then It was that Transley remem-
bered his revolver. Breaking Drazk's
grip by a superhuman effort, he drew
the weapon and fired. The shot went
wild, and the next Instant Drazk was
upon him again. In the struggle the
revolver fell from Transley's hand, and
both men began fighting toward It. As
Drazk's fingers clutched It Transley
kicked his feet from under him, and
the two went down together. Rolling
abqut on the rocky floor of the quarry
they approached, slowly, unconscious-
ly, the edge of the precipice that fell
away to the river.
On the very edge Transley realized
this new and hideous danger, and
scrambled to his feet dragging Drazk
with him. Drazk realized It, too, and
gleefully, fiendishly Joined again In the
combat, deliberately forcing the fight
toward the river.
"I've got you. Transley I" he hissed,
speaking for the first time since
Transley's fingers had clutched about
his throat; "I've got you, and you're
goln' over there—with me. Zen tried
to drown me once; now I'll drown you,
If I have to go with you. I've got you,
Transley!"
"Drazk!" Transley exclaimed, a
light of recognition breaking upon him.
"You I"
"Yes. me—Zen's old lover, and yon
give her to me, or we go out together I"
"You're mod. Drazk, mad!" Transley
cried. "Why—"
Rut at that moment Drazk, by a
sudden contortion, whipped a knife
The Next Moment the Two Men Were
8waying About In a Struggle of
Death.
from his pocket. Transley felt Its
sting—once, twice, three times; then
darkness fell. Zen, recovering from
her stun, sat up In time to see her
husband staggering In the arms of
Drazk.
Half a mile away Dennlson Grant
had been lazily plowing up and down
his pralrlo field when he suddenly saw
Wilson approuchlng at his topmost
speed. Since the night of the storm he
had missed the boy tremendously;
gometlmes he had thought that If only
he might have the companionship of
Wilson be could be reconciled to the
loss of Zen. He knew that a veto had
been placed on Wilson's visits, and he
bore Zen no ill will; he felt that he
understood her motives. But now, aa
the boy came racing toward him.
Grant felt his heart bouncing about In
an extraordinary manner.
"Why, what's the matter?" Grant
cried, ns Wilson drew up beside him.
"Has something happened to the pig?"
It wns a moment before the boy
coult} Bpeak.
"A man—la—fighting my—father—
and ahooting at him," ha gasped.
"And my mother's—dead!"
Grant cleared the plow at a bound.
"Where?" he demanded.
"At the old quurry. I ran all the
way."
But Grant was already stripping the
harness from Prince. The next mo-
ment he had flung himself upon tbe
horse's back, and, leaving the boy to
follow as he could, was galloping
across the prairie to the quarry trait
Under his urging the astonished plow
horse developed a quite surprising
speed; In a couple of minutes they
were on the old road to the quarry,
and a moment later horse and rider
dashed Into the rock-rlmmed cut which
overhung the river.
Grant's first glimpse was of Zen; she
had struggled to her feet; thank God,
she was not dead. Then he saw the
two men by the edge of the cliff;
Transley he recognized; saw the knife
rise and strike—
The blow Grant landed in Drazk's
face sent that gentleman spinning like
a top. Like a top, too, Drazk wobbled
at the end of his spin; wobbled over
the edge of the precipice, and dropped
out of sight
Grant fell on his knees beside the
stricken Transley; leaned over; raised
the quivering form In his arms. Zen.
beside him, drew the sorely mangled
head to her breast and whispered
words of endearment Into ears soon
closing to all mortal sounds. . . .
Presently Transley opened his eyes.
They were sane, quiet eyes now; the
tight was over; only the eternities lay
ahead.
"Grant—tell me one thing," he mur-
mured. "You have been straight—
with Zen?"
"As God hears me," Grant an-
swered.
For an Instant the eyes of the rivals
—and friends—met; rivals no longer;
friends only, forever. Then the form
of Transley shivered in the arms of
Zen anil Dennison Grant i shivered, and
settled Into eternal sleep.
• •• •••
The sun of another summer was
flooding the tawny flanks of the foot-
hills when Zen and Dennlson Grant
rode together over the old trail to the
Y.D. Since Transley' death Grant had
not spoken to Zen of love; he seemed
to know that at the proper time Zen
herself would break silence. And now
she had asked him to accompany her
to her father's home, and to spend a
few days roaming their old haunts in
the foothills.
Y.D., older, but in unimpaired vigor,
greeted him boisterously. "Well, well,
you old coyote I Had to come back to
the hills I They all do. If I was a
young man again I'd get me a herd o'
heifers an' trek into the back country,
spite o' hell an' high wuter—"
The greeting of the rancher's wife
was less effusive, but no less sincere.
The evening was spent lr hospitality.
The next afternoon Zen appeared at
the gate with horses saddled for two.
"Come, Denny, we are going for a
ride," she announced, "and in a few
minutes their mounts were pounding
down the trail which led over the foot-
hills to the South Y.D.
Zen was strungely silent upon their
ride, and Grant, after futile attempts
to engage her In conversation, was
content to ride at her side and adinlre
her horsemanship and her beauty. The
suffering and the years had left her
strangely unscarred; she seemed to
Grant wholly as adorable as on that
day of her unspoken confession when
they had met at the ford. Soon she
must speak ! Well, he huti waited; he
still could wait
They followed the trail, little
cbanged by aU the passage of years,
down the slopes to the South Y.D.
They forded the river, and Zen swung
her horse about In the grove of cotton-
woods.
"You remember this spot, Denny T
she asked. "It Is where we first met.**
"I remember," he said. No, he would
not he tempted Into a demonstration.
She must lead.
The sun was gilding the mountain
tops with gold, and gilding, too, Zen's
fuce and hair with beauty ineffable.
For a moment she sat in the slunting
light like a statue of bronze. For an
Instant her eys met his; then fell. She
spurred her horse to a plunge und gal-
loped ahead up the valley.
Miles passed, and the quick twi-
light of the foothills was upon them
before she drew up again. This time
it was by a great bowlder, a sort of
flat rock stranded on the sloping
shoulder of a hill. Something seemed
to burst In Grunt's throat as he rec-
ognized It—the rock on which they
hud spent that memorable night so
long ago when the world and they
were young I Thank God. Zen was
young still 1 Romance burned in ner
heart—who but Zen would have
thought of this?
He sprang from his horse, and she
from hers. He approached ber with
open arms.
"Zen—you have brought me here
for u purpose I Don't deny It 1 I un-
derstand !"
She was in his arms. "How well
you read one's mind," she murmured.
"But oh. how slowly !"
He held her tight There were
worlds to suy, but he could whisper
only "Zen—my Zen." Into the tangled
glory of her hair.
At length she held him gently away.
"I believe some one is coming up the
trail," she said.
It was true enough; a horse and
rider were rapidly approaching. As
he skirted the hill he caught sight of
them, swung off from the trail and
rode up beside them.
"Ah, here you are!" he exclaimed.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting, Mrs.
Transley?"
"You are punctuality itself," Zen
said, as she took Ills hand. "You
haven't met Mr. Grant? Denny, this
is Mr. Munroe—the reverend Mr.
Munroe."
"The reverend! What! How! Zen,
explain things 1"
"Very simple. Mr. Munroe was to
meet us here at eight. it's eight
o'clock, and here he Is."
Zen was unstrapping a kit from her
saddle. "I have a document here—If
I haven't lost it—which will Interest
Mr. Munroe. Ah, here lr Is I"
She produced an envelope, and Mr.
Munroe examined the contents. "Seems
all in order," he remarked. "A
license authorizing the marriage of
Dennlson Grant and Zenith Transley.
This rock should make a very ac-
ceptable pulpit. Suppose, Mr. Grant,
you take this woman's hand in yours
and stand before me?"
It was dark when the minister, hav-
ing completed the ceremony and shared
in the supper which Zen produced from
a saddlebag, said a hearty adieu and
turned his horse's h^nd down the val-
ley. Dennison und Zen listened ffttthe
pounding of hoors until n died o«t In
the distance. Then the tremendous,
the Immeasurable silence of the hills
wrapped them all about, folded them
In its friendly arms, fondled and
caressed them on the threshold of
their new life. . . .
After awhile the moon came up,
white and glorious, iijj It had that night
so many years before.
fTHE END.]
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