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Updated: June 4, 2025
Laughing, the two men followed Czar down the walk, in the dark, to receive the shaggy, long-eared companion for their wanderings. As many a man has done Aaron King had spoken, in jest, more truth than he knew. In The Mountains In the gray of the early morning, hours before the dwellers on Fairlands Heights thought of leaving their beds, Aaron King and Conrad Lagrange made ready for their going.
Taine, particularly, charged me to say that she will not forgive, until you do proper penance for your sin." "I had better company," retorted the other. "Czar and I went for a look at the mountains. I suppose you have noticed that Czar does not care for the Fairlands Heights crowd. He is very peculiar in his friendships for a dog. His instincts are remarkable."
To succeed in my work, you know, one must come in touch with people of influence. It is sometimes easier to interest them when they are away from their homes in some place like this where their social duties and business cares are not so pressing." "There is no question of the material that Fairlands has to offer, Mr. King," returned the novelist, in his grim, sarcastic humor.
Aaron King remembered how, from the platform of the observation car, he had looked up at the mountains from which he now looked down. He remembered too, the woman into whose eyes he had, for the first time, looked that day. Turning his face to the west, he could distinguish under the haze of the distance the dark squares of the orange groves of Fairlands.
"Or" he added as if musing upon the animal's instinct "some one we ought not to like." A bark from Czar greeted James Rutlidge who at that moment appeared at the foot of the slope leading up to their camp. The two men remembering the occasion of their visitor's last call at their home in Fairlands, when he had seen Sibyl in the studio received the man with courtesy, but with little warmth.
As for that! all our Southern California cities are set in wildernesses of beauty; all are in wide valleys; all are at the foot of the mountains; all are meccas for tourists; each one if you ask a citizen is the Queen. If you, perchance should question this fact write for our advertising literature. Passengers on the Golden State Limited as perhaps you know do not go direct to Fairlands.
As the artist obeyed, the Ranger continued, "I wrote the Sheriff all I knew and some things that I suspect. It's that automobile that sticks in my mind that and some other things. The machine must have left Fairlands before you did, unless it came over through the Galena Valley, from some town on the railroad, up San Gorgonio Pass way which isn't likely.
They had risen to go and the officer was returning his glass to its case on his saddle, when Aaron King pointing toward Fairlands, lying dim and hazy in the distant valley said, "Look there!" The other turned his head to see a flash of light that winked through the dull, smoky veil, with startling clearness. He smiled and turned again to his saddle. "You'll often see that," he said.
Behind them, beautiful Fairlands lay, half lost, in its wilderness of trees and flowers. Immediately in the foreground, a large tract of unimproved land brought the wild grasses and plants to their very feet.
"Can't say that I blame you," their caller returned. "The fishing used to be fine in this neighborhood. You must have had some delightful sport. Don't blame you in the least for not joining our stag party. Delightful young woman, that Miss Andrés. Charming companion either in the mountains or in civilization Good-by see you in Fairlands, later."
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