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BURLESON COUNTY
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Whin the Colorado Burst Its Banks and Flooded the Imperial Valley of California
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HOW WILL HARDIN ANO HIS WIFE RECEIVE HIM7-RICKARD
IS NOT LEFT LONG IN DOUBT.
Synopsis.—K. C. Rlckurd, an engineer of the Overland Pacific rail-
roiul, In on I led to tlie office of President Marshall In Tuscon, Arts. While
waiting Rlckurd rends a rdport on the rayasen of the Colorado river,
despite the efforts of Thomas Hardin, head of the Desert Reclumutlon
company. Ilurdln had been a student under Rlckard In an eastern col-
lege and hud married Oerty Holmes, with whom Rlcknrd had funded he
wus In love. Marshall tells Illckard the Overland Pacific must step In to
save the Imperial vulle> nnd wishes to send Klckurd to take charge,
Rlckurd declines because he foresees embarrassment In supplanting
Hardin, but Is won over. Rlckard goes to C'alexlco and, on the way.
Icarus much about Ilurdln and his work.
CHAPTER IV—Continued.
"Hath right across the hall. C.ily
room left In the house." The proprietor
uwurded him the vnllcy stsre. "Going
to be here long?" He passed the last
key on the rack to the darky stagger-
ing under, a motley of bugs and suit-
eases. Illckard recognised his, and fol-
lowed.
"I may get you another room tomor-
row," called the proprietor after him
us lie climbed the dusty stairs.
The slguals of a new town were
waving In the dining room. The ma-
jority of the cltlsens displayed their
shirt sleeves and unblushing suspend-
ers. One large table was surrounded
by men In khnkl; the desert soldiers,
engineers. The full blown waitresses,
elaborately pompadoured, were push-
ing through the swing-doors, currying
heavy i ra ye. Coquetry appeared to be
their occupation, rather than meal-
n-rvlng. the diners accepting both varie-
ties of attention with appreciation. The
supremacy of those superior maidens
was menaced only by two other wom-
en who sut at u table near the door.
Itlrknrd did no? see them Ot first. The
room was us masculine as u restaurant
in a new mining town.
Itlckurd left Ids Indoor view to look
through (lie French windows opening
on u side street. He noticed a slender
but regular procession. All the men
passing fell In the same direction.
"Cocktail route," explained one of
his neighbors, his mouth full of boiled
beef,
"Oyster cocktailT" smiled tho new-
comer.
"The real thing t Calexlco's dry, like
the whole valley, that Is. the county.
See that ditch Í That Is Mexico, on
the other side. Those sheds you can
see are In Mexlcnli, Calexlco's twin
sister. That painted adobe Is the cus-
tom house, Mexican's not dry, even In
summer I You can bet your life on
that. You can gel all the bad whisky
und stale beer you've the money to
buy. We work In Gulexlco, and drink
in Mexlcall. The tempernnce pledge Is
kept better In this town than any other
town In the valley. Ilut you can see
this procession every night,"
The Amnion with a handkerchief
apron brotieht Itlckurd Ids soup. He
was raising his llrst spoonful to his
mouth when he saw the luce, carefully
.Ml
He Saw the Face, Carefully Averted.
averted, of the girl he I . d met nt the
Murshalls' table, tunes Hardin. His
«■j es Jumped lo her companions, the
man a stranger, and then. Oerty
Holmes. Al least, Mrs. Hardin! Some-
how, It surprised him to find her pretty.
She had achieved a variety of dis-
tinction, preserving, moreover, the
dour-rut babyish chin which hail made
41* early appeal to him. There wus the
same Huffy hair, Its ringlets a bit arti-
ficial to Ids more sophisticated eyes,
the same well-turned nose, lie bad
been wondering about this meeting; ho
found thnt he had been expecting some
«orí of shock—who said that the love
of today Is the Jest of tomorrow? The
■discovery that Oerty was not a Jest
brought tho surprised gratification
which <vo awnad it letter or composition
-•-itten In our youth. Were we as
dever as that, so completo at eighteen
or twenty-one T Could we, now, with
nil our experience, do any better, or In-
deed well? That partlcilar sen-
MOM wife wlng I Could we u«an U
fly today us It soared yesterday? Rlck-
ard was finding that Oerty's more ma-
ture charms did not accelerate his
heart-heats, hut they were certainly
fluttering to his early Judgment. And
he hud expected her to be n shock I
He was staring Into his plate of
chilled soup. Calf-love! For he had
loved her, -or at least he had loved her
chin, her pretty childish way of lifting
If. She was prettier than he had pic-
tured her. Queer that a man like Har-
din could draw such women for sister
ami wife—tho blood tie was the most
amusing. For when women eoine to
marry, they make often u queer choice,
it occurred to him that that might
have been Hardin—he hud not wanted
to stare at them.
That was not llurdln's face. It held
strength and power. The outline was
sharp and distinct, showing the strong
lines, the determined mouth of the pio-
neer. There was something else, some-
thing which stood for distinción—no,
It couldn't be Ilurdiu.
And then, because an outthrust lip
changed the enf're look of the man,
Itlckurd asked his table companions,
who was the mun with the two ladles,
near the door.
"Thnt. sub," his neighbor from Ala-
butna became Immediately oratorical,
"that Is a big man, sub. If the Im-
perial valley ever becomes a reality, a
llxtuuh, It will be because of that one
man, sub. Reclamation Is like a seed
thrown on a rock. Will It stick? Will
It take root? Will It grow? That Is
what we all want to know."
Rlckard thought that he had wanted
to know something quite different, and
reminded the gentleman from Aluhamu
that he had not told him the name.
"The father of this valley, of the
reclamation of this desert, Thomas
Hardin, sub."
Rlckard tried to reset, without at-
tracting their attention, the group of
Ids Impressions of the man whose per-
sonality hud been so obnoxious to him
In the old Lawrence days. The Hardin
lie hud known h:;d iilso large features,
but of the flaccid irritating order. He
summoned a pldure of Hardin as be
hud shnffiod Into his own classroom, or
up to the long t:il>le «here Werty had
always queened it among her mother's
boarders. He could see rough tin-
polished boots that hud nlwuys offend-
ed him us a betrayal of tin* man's In-
ner conryciiess; the hinily lilting coat,
the long nwkwnrd arms, and tIn satis-
fied, loud-speaking mouth. These fea-
tures wi re hiore definite. Could time
brine these chnngof? Hud he changed,
like thnt? Ilnd they seen him? Would
Oerty. would ilurdln remember him?
Wasn't It Ills place to make himself
known ; wave the (lug of old friendship
over ao awkward sltuutlon?
lie found himself standing In front
of their table, encountering first, the
eyes of Hardin's sister. There was no
surprise, no welcome there for him. He
felt at once the hostility of the oninp.
Ills face was uncomfortable warm.
Then the childish profile turned on him.
A look of bewilderment flushing Into
greeting the years had been kind to
Oerty Holmes!
"Do you remember me, Rlckard?"
If Hardin recognised a dlfilcult situa-
tion, be did not betray It. It was a
man Itlckurd did not know who shook
oiui warmly by the baud, and said that
Indeed he had not forgotten liliu.
"I've been expecting you. My wife,
Mr. Itlckurd, and my sister."
"Why, what are you thinking of,
Tom? To Introduce Mr. Itlckurd! I
Introduced you to each other, years
ago!" Oerty's cheeks were red. Her
bright eyes were darling from one to
the other. "You knew he was coming,
and dlil not tell me?"
"You were at the improvement club
When the telegram cuino," put In lnuos
Hardin, without looking at Itlckurd. No
trace of tho Tucson cordiality In that
proud little face I No acknowledgment
that I hey had met at the Marshall's!
"Oh, you telegraphed to us?" The
blond arch smile had not aged. "That
was friendly and nice."
Rlckard Imd not been self-conscious
for many u year. He did not know
what to sny. He turned from her up-
turned face to the others. Innes Har-
din was staring out of the window,
ovef the heads of several erowded
tables; Hardin wus gur.lng at his plate.
Rlckard decided thnt lie would .get out
of tills before Oerty discovered that it
was neither "friendly nor nice."
"If I had known thnt you were here,
I would have Insisted on your dining
with us, In our tent. Fur It's terrible,
here, Isn't It?" She flashed at him the
look be remembered so vividly, the
childish coquettish appeul. "We dine
at home, till It becomes tiresome, and
then we come foraging for variety. But
you must come to us, say Thursduy. Is
that right for you? We should love it"
Still those two averted faces. Rick-
urd said Thursday, as he was bidden,
and got back to his table, wondering
why In thunder he hud let Marshall per-
suade him to take this Job.
Hardin waited a scant rnluute to pro-
test: "What possessed you to ask him
to dinner?"
"Why shouldn't 1? He Is an old
friend." Oerty caught a glance of ap-
peal, from sister to brother. "Jealous?"
she pouted charmingly ut her lord.
"Jealous, no!" bluffed Hardin.
He thought then'that she knew, that
Ini.es hnd told her. The Lawrcnce epi-
sode held no sting to him. Once, It
had enchanted him that he had carried
off the boarding-house belie, whom even
that bookman had found desirable—
bookman! A superior dude! Ho had
ulways had those gruud airs. As If It
were not more to a man's credit to
struggle for his education, even If ho
were older than his class, or his teach-
er, than to accept It off sliver plates,
bunded by lackeys? Rlckurd had al-
ways acted as If It had been something
to be ashamed of. It made him sick.
"They've done It this timo. It's a
fool choice."
Again, that look of pleading from In-
nes. Oerty had a shiver of Intuition.
"fool choice?" Her volco was omi-
nously calm.
Hurdln shook off Innes' eyes. Bettor
lie done with It I "He's the new gen
erul manager."
"He's the general manager!"
"I'm to take orders from hlrn."
Oerty's silence wus of the stunned
variety. Tho llardlns watched her
crumbling brent! on the tablecloth,
thinking, f nrfully, that she wus going
to cry.
"Didn't I tell you?" Her voice, re-
pressed, cnrrlcd tho threat of tears.
"Didn't I tell you how it would be?
Didn't I sny that you'd be sorry If you
called the railroad In?"
"Must we go over this again?" asked
her husband.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did
you let me make a goose of myself?"
She was remembering that there had
been no protest, no surprise from In-
nes. She knew I A family secret!
She shrugged. "I'm glad, on the whole,
thnt you planned It us u surprise. For
I carried It off as If we'd not been In-
sulted, disgraced."
"Oerty I" expostulated Hardin.
"Oerty!" Implored Innes.
"And we are In for a nice fricudly
dinner!"
"Are you quite finished?" Hardin
got up.
As the three passed out of the dining
room. Rlckard caught their several ex-
pressions: Hardin's stiff, Indifferent;
Oerty's brilliant but hard, ns she
(lashed a finished, brave little stnlle In
his direction. The sister's bow was
distinctly haughty.
In the hall, Oerty's laugh rippled
out. it was the laugh Rlckard remem-
bered. the light frivolous cadence
which recalled the flamboyant pattern
of the Holmes' parlor carpet, the long,
crowded dining table where Oerty hud
reigned. It told him thnt she was In-
different to his coming, us she meant
It should. And it turned him buck to
u dark corner In the honeysuckle-
draped porch where he hud spent so
many evenings with her, where once
lie had held her hand, where he told
her thnt lie loved her. For lie bad
loved her, or ut leust he thought he
lmd! And had run awa.v from her ex-
pectant eyes. A cad, was he, tiecuuse
lie hud brought that waiting look Into
her eyes, and hud run from If?
Should a mini ask a woman to give
her life Into his keeping until he Is
Hiille sure that he wants It? He was
revamping his worn defense. Should
he live up to u minute of surrender, of
tenderness. If the next Instant brings
sanity, and disillusionment? He could
bury now forever self-reproach. He
could laugh nt his own vntilty. Oerty
Hardin, it was easy to see, luid forgot-
ten what he hud whispered t" Oerly
the patch of purple blooming alfalfa
that stood for a lawn. Morning-glories
clambered over the supports of the
▼erando, and on over tbe root. Blck-
urd's deductions led him to the Har-
din .
What school of experience had so
changed the awkward country fellow?
He had resented his rivalry, not that
he was a rival, but that he was a boor.
His kisses still warm on her lips, and
she bad turned to welcome, to coquet
with Tom Hardin! The woman who
was to be his wife roust bo steadier
than that! It had cooled his fever.
Not for him the aspen who could
shake and bend ber pretty boughs to
each rough broete that blow!
Men tossed Into a desert, fighting to
keop a foothold, do not garland their
Holmes. They met as sober old
friends. That ghost was luid.
CHAPTER V.
A Game of Checker*.
The uneasy mood of the desert, the
wind blown sund. drove people Indoors
the next morning. Rlckard was served
a substantial, Indifferently «'ooked
breakfast In the dining room of the
Desert hotel, whose limitations were
us conspicuous to the newcomer us
they were noucxb.ilent to the other
men. They were finding It a soft con-
trim to sand-blown tents, to life In the
open.
l.ntcr he wandered through the
group of staring Idlers In the office,
past the popular soda stand and the
few chalr-tllters on the sidewalk, go-
ing on. its If without purpose, to the
railroad sheds, and then on. down to
the offices of the Desert Reclamation
company. He discovered II to be the
one engaging spot In the hastily
thrown-together town. There were
oleanders, rose and white, blooming In
Ml'll Take You Around."
offices with morning-glories! Was It
the gracious quiet Influence of a wife,
a Gprty Hardin? The festive build-
ing he was approaching was as unex-
pected—as Captain Brandon! Rlckard
walked on, smiling.
Ho was fairly blown Into the outer
room, tho door banging behind him.
Every one looked up at the noisy inter-
ruption. There were several men In
the long room. Among them two alert
clean-faced youths, collego graduates,
or students out on furlough, the kind
of stuff in his class at Lawrence. Three
of the seasoned, road-coached type
were leaning their chnlrs against the
cool thick walls. One was puffing at
a cigar. The other, a big, shy giant,
was drawing clouds of comfort from a
pipe. There was a telegraph operator
at work in one end of the room, her
Instrument rapidly clicking. In an op
potito corner was n telephono ex
chnnÉL A girl with u metal band
nmunfl her forehead was punching
connections between the valley towns.
Illckard lost the feeling of having
gone Into u remote und Isolated re
gion. Tho twin towns were on the
map.
Ono of the older men returned his
nod. The young men returned their
hastily withdrawn attention to their
game of checkers. The other smoker
wus watching with cross-eyed absorp-
tion tho rings Ids cigar was sending
Into the air. Itlckurd might not huve
been there.
One of the checker players looked
up.
"Anything I can do for you? Do you
wnnt to see anyone In particular?"
"No," It was admitted. "No one In
particular. I was Just looking round."
"It's the show piuco of Calexlco. I'll
tnke you around. It Is the only place
la town that Is comfortable when It's
hot, or when the wind blows, and
that's the program alt summer. Take
my place, Pete."
Pete, the young giant, with the fnco
of his Infancy enlarged rather than
matured, slipped Into the vacant chair.
He had been the first to discover the
stranger, but he bad evaded the re-
sponsibility. The game immediately
absorbed him.
"It's nice here," repented the young
fellow, leading the way. They were
followed by a few Idle glnncos.
Illckard looked with approval at the
tan slim figure which wus assuming
the courtesy of the towns. The fine
handsome face was almost too girlish,
the muscles of the mouth too sensitive
yet for manly beauty, but lie liked the
type. Lithe ns a young desert-reared
Indian, bis manner and -ttrrlngo told
of a careful burnt; ami rigid school dls
el;i"rj.'.
He wus ushered Inln a large cool
room. The furnishings he Inventoried:
n few stiff chairs, a long table and a
typewriter desk, closed for tho Sab-
bath.
"The stenographer's room," an-
nounced the bid superfluously.
"Whose stenographer"
"General property now. Kveryone
has a right to use her time. She used
to be Hardin's, the general manager's.
Mho Is hi# still. In u way. But ogilvle
keeps hefMknsy most of the time."
Itlrknrd had not heard of Ogltvle.
He mu,<ie a mental register.
"When did Uurdlii go out!" He
auditor
«as au outran
that li was i
ig r and broko off suddenly.
urd did not question him. Ho mad*
another note. Why was It an outrage
or why did It appear so? In perspec-
tive, from the Mexican barranca,
where be bad been at the time, the
failure of that dam had been another
bar sinister against Hardin.
"I see that you are from the Univer-
sity of California?" Rlckard said, and
nodded at the pin of gold and blue
enamel.
"Out for a' year," glowed the lad.
"Dad wanted me to get some real stuff
In my head. He said the Colorado
would give me more lessons—more real
knowledge In a year than I'd get In
six at college. I kicked up an awful
row—"
The older man smllod. "Of course.
You don't want to go buck now"
The boy mado a wry face. "He ex-
pects me to go back In August Says
I must."
"You did not tell me your name,"
was suggested.
"MacLean, George MacLean," said
the young man rather consciously. It
wus a good deal to Uve up to. He al-
ways felt tho appraisement which fol-
lowed thnt admission. Georgo Mac-
Lean, elder, wus known among the
railroad circles to be a man of Iron,
one of the strongest of the heads of
the Overlund Pacific systom. He was
not the sort of man a son could speak
lightly of disobeying.
"Of courso everyono calls mo Jun
lor."
"I guess you'll go back If he wants
you to," smiled Rlckard
"Oh, but what a rotten trick It
would be!" exclaimed the son of tho
man of Iron. "To throw mo out of
college—I was daffy to finish with my
clans, and to got me hero, to get me In-
terested—and then after I've lost my
place to pull me back. Why, there are
things happening every day that aro a
liberal education. They are only Just
beginning to understand what they are
bucking up against. Tho Colorado's
an uuknown quantity; oven old engi-
neers are right up against It. There
are new problems coming up every
day. Tho Indians call her a yellow
dragon, but she's a tricky woman,
she's an eel; she's giving us sums tu
break our teeth on."
"Who lias the next room?"
"Used to be the general manager's.
Ogilvle usos It now."
"And who did you say was Ogil-
vle?" They turned back Into the
room.
"You can go In. He's not here. He
Is the new auditor, an expert account-
ant from Los Angeles. Put In by tho
O. P. when It assutnod control last
year. Ho used to come down once
a month. After Hardin went out he
came down to stay."
"Whose say-so?"
"I don't know. Tho accounts were
rotten, that's no office secret Tho
world knows that Hardin Is blamed
for It. It Isn't fair. Look at Bather's
stone palace In Los Angeles. Look nt
Hardin's tent, his shnbby clothes."
"I'd like to meet Ogilvle," observed
the general manager.
"Oh. he's not much to meet. A pale,
white-livered vegetarian, n theoso-
phlst. You've seen 'em. Los Angeles
is full of 'era. He was here when Har-
din was fired. You could see him see
Ids opportunity. His chest swelled
up. He looked ns If he had tasted
meat for the first time. He thought
that he could woozle Into the empty
place! Ho went back to Los Angeles,
convinced them thnt tho auditor
should be here, protect the company's
Interests, It sounded mysterious,
sleuthlike, ns If he hnd discovered
something, so they let him bring the
books down here. He Is supposed to
he ferreting. But he's 'wooxllng.' He
used to be In the outer office. Said
the noise made his head ache, so he
moved in here. All the committee
meetings are held here, and occasion-
ally the directors' meetings. Water
companies', too. Ogllvle's taking notes
—wants to be the next general mana-
ger; It sticks out nil over him."
"What's the derivation of woozle?"
this with deep gravity.
"Walt till you see Ogilvle!" laughed
his entertainer. Then as an after-
thought. "This Is all public gossip,
lie's fnlr guille."
The door opened behind them, and
Rlckard saw the man whose descrip-
tion hnd been so deftly knocked off.
He recognised the type seen so fre-
quently in southern California towns,
the pale, damaged exile whose chance
of reprieve Is conditioned by stern
rules of diet und sobriety. It was the
temperament which must perforce
translate a personal necessity Into u
religious dogma.
"This gentleman's Just—Is Just
looking around," stammered MacLean,
blundering, confused.
Tlu> «vegetarian nodded, taking oft
his felt sombrero and putting It on a
chair with care.
lly this time it was upparcnt thnt
no one save Ilurdln knew of bis com-
ing. lie wni ahead of Marshall's let-
ters. He did not like the flavor of his
entrance.
"What provision Is being mado for
the new general manager?"
The question, ulmcd carelessly, hit
the auditor.
"Tin y are not talking of filling the
position Just yet," lie responded.
"There Is no need at present. Tho
work la going aloug nicely, belter, 1
43
tsrlS
"It Is true."
"How do you knowr
may was too sudden; ~
muscles betrayed bin.
•Tm Rlckard." The
manager took the swivel
the flat-top desk. "Sit
to have a talk with you."
"If you wlU excuse mt
bluff was as anemic as bib <
pearance. "I—I am busy
inc. Might I—trouble yon-foe a
few minates? My papera art In tfels
desk."
Rlckard now knew bis'man to tho
shallow depths of his whlte-corpoa-
cled soul. "If I won't bo la your way
ril bang around here, I've the day to
IdlL"
His sarcasm was lost In transit
Ogilvle said that Mr. Rlckard would
not bo In bis way. He would «ove
his papers Into the next room tomor-
row.
The engineer moved to the French
windows that opened on the alfalfu
lawn. A vigorous growth of willows
marked the course of New river,
which bad cot so perilously near the
towns. ▲ letter "b," picked out In
quick river vegetation, told the story
of the flood. The Old channel—there
It was, the curved arm of the "b," one
could tell that by the tall willows-bad
been too tortuous, too slow for those
sweeping waters. The flow had di-
vided, cutting the stem of the letter,
carrying the flood waters swifter
down grade. The flow had .divided—
hm! divided perhaps the danger loo!
An Idcn In that! He would see that
better from tbe water tower he'd spied
nt entering. Another flood, and a
gamble whether Mexlcall or Calexlco
would get the worst of It Unless one
was ready. Á levee—west of the
American town!
"Excuse me, sir—do you need me?"
He turned back into the room. He
could see that MacLean was aching to
get out of the room. Ogilvle had vis-
ibly withered. A blight seemed to fall
on him as his white, blue-veined An-
gers made a bluff among bis papers.
"Thank you." Rlckard nodded at
MacLean, who burst Into tbe-outer of*
flee.
"It's the new general manager from
Tucson—Rlckard's his name." His
whisper ran around the walls of the
room, whero other arrivals were tUt-
Ing their chairs. "The new general
mnnngerl Ogilvle wootled.for noth-
ing. You should have seen his facet"
"Did anyone know that be was com-
ing?" Silent the tanned giant, spoke.
That's Marshall aU over." said
Wooster, bright-eyed and wiry, re-
moving his pipe. "He likes to move In
a mysterious way hia wonders to per-
form. (Used to sing that when I was
a kid!) No announcement Simply,
'Enter Rlckard.'"
"More like this," said Silent "Exit
Hardin. Enter Ogilvle. Enter Rlck-
ard."
"And exit Ogilvle" cried MacLean,
"It's a—d d shame," burst out
Wooster. No one asked him what he
1
Ogllvle's Liimsy Was Too 8ud*len.
meant. Every man In the room wss
thinking of Hardin, whose shadow this
reclamation work was.
"What's Rlckurd doing?" asked the
Infantile Hercules ,nt the checkerboard.
The force catled him Tete, which was
n short cut to Frederick Augustus
Hodefeldt.
"Taking Ogllvle's measure"—this
from MacLean.
"Then he's doing something else by
this time. That wouldn't tnke hlro Ave
minutes unless he's a gull," snapped
Wooster, who hated Ogilvle ns u rat
does a snake.
Rlokard movei to savs the
valley In what seems to him the
only possible wsy. His views do
net eolnelde with those of Hsr-
din. The next Installment tends
to Justify the forebodings with
whleh Richard undertook his
greet task. Do not fall to read It.
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Rankin, W. W. Burleson County Ledger and News-Chronicle (Caldwell, Tex.), Vol. 34, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, March 21, 1919, newspaper, March 21, 1919; Caldwell, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth169013/m1/3/: accessed May 1, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Harrie P. Woodson Memorial Library.