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SYNOPSIS.
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Automobile of Miss Dorothy Upton and
Jfriend, Mrs. Fane, breaks down at New
Mexico border patrol camp, commanded
toy Lieutenant Kynaston. The two wom
•en are on way to mine of Miss Upton’s
father, located a few miles across the
Mexican border. Kynaston leaves women
■at his camp while he goes with a detail
to investigate report of Villa gun runners.
Villa troops drive small force of Car
ranza across border line and they surren
der to Kynaston. Dorothy and Mrs. Fane
■still at camp when Kynaston returns with
.prisoners. Blind Mexican priest appears
In camp and claims interned Mexicans
have In the spoils brought across the line
a wonderful emerald bell stolen from a
shrine by Zapata and taken from him by
■Carranza troops. Priest Is searching for
the emerald In order to return it to the
shrine. Kynaston finds jewel and reports
to department headquarters.
Cupid is almost sure to have
his way when a brave and hand
some army officer comes to the
aid of beauty in distress. In
this story, with its bizarre set
ting and unusual characters and
situations, love unfolds rapidly
and hotly. Lieutenant Kynaston
and Mrs. Fane and Dorothy are
engulfed in a little emotional
whirlwind.
CHAPTER I!—Continued.
“I shall have to notify department
headquarters about it and send it up
there. I have no authority to give it
to anyone and I’m sorry to say I can’t
.keep it.
“Padre,” he went on to the old
priest, who was standing with out
stretched neck listening to such few
words as he could understand, “I
think we have recovered your bell,
but I shall have to hold it for you until
1 receive orders from my superiors
telling me what to do with it. In a
matter of such importance I do not
consider myself justified in acting
without orders — Hello! There comes
another automobile up the road.”
Dorothy stared up the road, pres
ently she sprang upon a great bowlder
and waved her veil at the oncoming
machine.
“It’s father!” she called back ex
citedly over her shoulder. "It’s fa
ther! We sha’n’t have to wait after
all for the chauffeur to get back.”
Kynaston laughed frankly at her
look of dismay as she realized how
what she had said must sound to the
young cavalryman.
“I’m sorry you’re so anxious to get
away so soon, Miss Upton. I’ll go
and give your father a hand with his
machine.”
Mr. Upton needed no help. He ran
his machine up to the bottom of the
•slope and swinging out came forward
with outstretched hand.
“Breakdown, eh? I’m glad it hap
pened where you could help them,
Kynaston. You never met my daugh
ter before, did you? You girls will
know enough to take my advice next
time. I’ll take you on now, and the
machine can wait till the man gets
hack.
“If you ever get a chance, Kynas
ton, come over to the Santa Cruz
mine. We’ll be glad to see you. What
are you going to do with all your
plunder that I see here?”
Kynaston told him that he would
have to send a messenger that night
to the nearest telegraph station with
a dispatch asking what to do with the
-valuables that he had captured.
“In the meantime,” he added, “I
suppose I’ll have to sit on the bell
here, if it is as valuable as the padre
•says.”
“What bell?”
Kynaston and Dorothy explained to
gether.
“Let’s see it!” cried Mr. Upton ex
citedly.
So Kynaston for the second time
that morning unwrapped the mass of
dirty rags and displayed to the won
dering eyes of the miner the green
glories of that wonderful bell. Upton
•drew his breath hard.
“I’ve heard of it all my life down
here in Mexico, but I never believed
it. I wonder if it can be bought from
the shrine?”
He asked the question of the priest.
The old man shook his head emphati
cally.
“There be many things, senor, that
money cannot buy, and this bell is one
of them. It was the price of a life—
Montezuma’s life, that was afterward
taken by his own subjects, so it is
said, at the time the Spaniards held
the city of Tenochtitlan. Money can
not buy it, senor. I trust to the well
known honor of the American to re
store it to the shrine.”
“You shall wait here with me,
padre,” said Kynaston sympathetical
ly, “till I hear from headquarters, and
then I will set you on your way—
What? Going?”
For Upton was holding out his hand,
and Mrs. Fane and Dorothy were
waiting to say farewell.
He watched the whirl of the red
dust down the road, reflecting sadly
on the fact that all the pleasant things
of life are transitory. And through
his thoughts there glinted the shim
mering gold of Dorothy Upton's hair.
Suddenly breaking off his reverie,
he turned to the first sergeant.
“Send a man to the nearest tele
graph station,” he ordered. “I’ve got
a message for headquarters.”
Within a few minutes the man was
rapifily trotting off on his twenty-mile
errand. Kynaston spent the next two
hours in chat with the old priest, who
was a golden talker. So the moments
passed quickly till the rapid drumming
of hoofs on the trail told of the return
of the messenger.
He handed Kynaston a letter.
“I got the adjutant general him
self, sir, and he answered right away.”
Kynaston tore open the envelope
and read:
Kynaston, Cavalry-
Keep possession of valuables till of
ficer arrives to receipt to you for It. He
will come tomorrow.
Jephson, Adjutant General.
"Thank goodness, that will take the
1 responsibility off my shoulders,” he
commented as he swung a couple of
the heavy Navajo blankets over the
extra cot to make a resting place for
the old priest, who sank heavily to
rest.
Kynaston passed out of the tent to
see to his horses.
CHAPTER 111.
Gone!
A little later Kynaston sent a cor
poral with two men and a led horse
to the railroad, ten miles away, with
instructions that after the officer came
they should wait till moonrise before
starting back. After seeing the little
party start he took refuge in his ham
mock. Pipe in mouth, he lay watch
ing the night drop down over the pur
pling hills.
The old padre felt his way painfully
out of the tent that Kynaston had as
signed for his use, and very laborious
ly made his way to the tree, guided by
the purring of Kynaston’s pipe.
“When dost thou expect thy visitor
to arrive, my son?”
“Should be here an hour after the
moonrise, padre,” said Kynaston.
“But, senor, moonrise means noth
ing to a blind man who never sees it.”
“Well, padre, it means that in about
four or five hours the officer who has
been sent to receive the stolen ar
ticles will arrive. When he does come
it will be ‘up to him,’ as we Ameri-
Peered at Him With the Intent Look
of the Blind.
cans say, about giving back to you the
bell that you have traveled so far to
get. Won’t you be seated? —and we’ll
talk till he shows up.”
With a word of thanks the old man
sank into the reclining chair which the
officer pushed forward.
In the course of that long talk, punc
tuated by the purr of his pipe and the
heavy breathing of the over-baked
earth, Kynaston learned much, for he
was an apt pupil.
He learned of heavy-footed wander
ings over hot plains and well-nigh
trackless mountains; of nights spent
in the waterless desert, with only the
yelping of the tireless coyotes for com
pany.
“I beg the lieutenant’s pardon, sir,
but there’s horses cornin’ up the trail.”
It was the observant trumpeter who
spoke. Kynaston, obedient to the
summons, laid down his pipe and
walked down upon the flat. He now
plainly heard the horses come quickly
up the rocky trail. Within a moment
or two they pulled up before the camp,
and he went forward to greet an offi
cer who dismounted swiftly and intro
duced himself.
“I am Major Updyke, Mr. Kynas
ton. The general sent me down here
to relieve you of part of your em
barrassment. He also requested me
to take a look over your camp and
your location. He is under the im-
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pression that with an affair of this
importance happening here you should
have a larger force
“He is reluctant t*f send
troop of cavalry here because that will
make it necessary to send a captain
in command, and he has fa
vorably impressed with the V^l’* Sv *
have handled the situation sikv#r you
have been here that he does not wish
to supersede you if it can be avoided.
I may add that he suggested to me
that I should droi? you a hint to the
effect that he wanted you to know
that he appreciates the manner in
which you have conducted affairs dur
ing the past six months.”
Kynaston flushed warmly. Words of
appreciation are rare in military life,
where the efficient performance of
duty is assumed. Neglect or derelic
tion is a rarity. But the present de
partment commander believed that
just as a commanding officer should be
quick to reprehend, so also he should
not be chary of appreciation. The re
sult was that his subordinates were
more than willing to work themselves
to a shadow to carry out his faintest
hint.
“You see, Kynaston,” went on the
staff officer, “we have had several
hints to the effect that attempts were
being made to smuggle money across
the line, so when your telegram came
the general sent me off hot foot. How
many of these prisoners are there?”
Kynaston told him.
“And three pack-mules. Where did
they come from?”
Kynaston answered briefly, and fol
lowed his report with an account of
the priest’s arrival and the discovery
of the valuable emerald that had set
two continents agog three hundred
years before.
“So you see, sir,” he concluded, “I
couldn’t properly turn the thing over
to the priest, though I believe his claim
is correct and just.”
“Ever hear of him before?” asked
Major Updyke sharply.
“Never, sir. Why?”
“Nothing. It just occurred to me
that in order to obtain possession of
a jewel like that almost anyone would
or could tell an interesting yarn. Have
you ever been in Trocanto—didn’t you
say that’s the name of the place the
man says he came from?”
"Trocanto, yes—no, I’ve never been
there. And I’ve never heard of it ei
ther. How about you?”
“Same.”
“Of course,” Kynaston hesitated,
“that actually proves nothing.”
The staff officer laughed.
“All the same,” ho cried, “I’m glad
I came down here, if you were really
so worked on by the old fellow that
you thought about giving the stone to
him. You’d have found yourself in a
pretty pickle if you’d let him have it,
and then a claim had been made by
your prisoners that you’d taken the
stone. It would have cost you your
commission, or at least —”
“Like to see the stone, sir?”
“Of course I should, but I'd like even
better to have a drink and something
to eat.”
Kynaston produced his last bottle,
and, bidding his “striker” improvise a
supper, sat chatting with his visitor
till the meal was ready. When Major
Updyke was through and had rolled a
cigarette, the youngster sent a trum
peter to give his compliments to the
priest and to ask him to come to the
tent.
The old padre, hearing the summons,
came slowly from his hot little tent
and picked his way painfully across
the stones of the trail.
“I heard, thee asking for me, my son.
I am here.”
“This is the priest I was telling you
of, sir.”
Major Updyke shook hands with the
old man, who peered at him from un
der bent brows with the peculiarly in
tent look of the blind. The padre
seated himself for a moment upon a
great rock, clasping his hands loosely
across his knees.
Presently, in answer to a question,
the old man began to talk, and for an
hour the staff officer sat, an interested
listener, while the old man made his
appeal for the restoration to his shrine
of the priceless jewel that Kynaston
had taken the day before.
“But the proof, man, the proof! Thou
must understand, padre, that American
law, upon whose justice we pride our
selves, requires proof. How canst
thou prove that this stone is indeed
the stone that thou hast described —?
What is that, Kynaston? It sounds
like firing breaking out in the south
east.”
It did sound like rifle firing. The
low, thunderous, reverberating crackle
that they knew so well brought every
man out of the encampment as a stick
in the tee-hole of a hive brings out
the bees. Kynaston and Major Up
dyke ran to the top ofthe low hill back
of the camp; here they had a good gen
eral view of the land.
“It must be another party, sir, in
trouble again. Wait till I get my
glasses; we can see more with them.”
So for a long half hour they sat and
watched The sound of the firing
grew fainter and fainter, and finally
died away, only to break out again and
again as the two officers were about to
leave the hill.
Men make their little plans and
talk about will-power making a
way —and then destiny, or fate,
or iuck, comes along and scram
bles the situation beyond rec
ognition. An untoward move
ment, a heedless step, and a
man’s career is wrecked. What
do you make of the distant rifle
firing?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Men of sense sometimes make cents
out of nonsense.
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Yellow-Beliied Sapsucker
(Sphyrapicus varius)
Length, about eight and one-half
inches. Only woodpecker having top
of head from base of bill red, com
bined with a black patch on breast.
Range: Breeds in northern half of
the United States and southern half of
Canada; winters in most of the states
and south to Costa Rica.
Habits and economic status; The
yellow-bellied sapsucker is rather si
lent and suspicious and generally man
ages to have a tree between himself
and the observer. Hence the bird is
much better known by its work than
its appearance. The regular girdles
of holes made by this bird are com
mon on a great variety of trees; in all
about 250 kinds are known to be at
tacked. Occasionally young trees are
killed outright, but more loss is caused
by stains and other blemishes in the
wood which result from sapsucker
punctures. These blemishes, which are
known as bird pecks, are especially
numerous in hickory, oak, cypress, and
yellow poplar. Defects due to sap
sucker work cause an annual loss to
the lumber industry estimated at sl,-
250,000. The food of the yellow-bel
lied sapsucker is about half animal
and half vegetable. Its fondness for
ants counts slightly in its favor. It
eats also wasps, beetles (including,
however, very few wood-boring spe
cies), bugs, and spiders. The two
principal components of the vegetable
food are wild fruits of no importance
and cambium (the layer just beneath
the bark of trees). In securing the
cambium the bird does the damage
above described. The yellow-bellied
sapsucker, unlike other woodpeckers,
thus does comparatively little good
and much harm.
Rose-Breasted Grosbeak
(Zamelodia ludoviciana)
Length, eight inches.
Range: Breeds from Kansas, Ohio,
Georgia (mountains), and New Jer
sey, north to southern Canada; win
ters from Mexico to South America.
Habits and economic status: This
beautiful . grosbeak is noted for its
clear, melodious notes, which are
poured forth in generous measure. The
rosebreast sings even at midday dur
ing summer, when the intense heat
has silenced almost every other song
ster. Its beautiful plumage and
sweet song are not its sole claim on
our favor, for few birds are more
beneficial to agriculture. The rose
breast eats some green peas and does
some damage to fruit. But this mis
chief is much more than balanced hy
the destruction of insect pests. The
bird is so fond of the Colorado potato
beetle that it has earned the name of
“potato-bug bird,” and no less than a
tenth of the total food of the rose
breasts examined consists of potato
beetles—evidence that the bird is one
of the most important enemies of the
pest. It vigorously attacks cucumber
beetles and many of the scale insects.
It proved an active enemy of the
Rocky mountain locust during that
insect's ruinous invasions, and among
the other pests it consumes are the
spring and fall cankerworms, orchard
and forest tent caterpillars, tussock,
gipsy, and brown-tail moths, plum cur
culio, army worm, and chinch bug. In
fact, not one of our birds has a better
record.
Purple Martin
(Progne subis)
Length, about eight inches.
Range: Breeds throughofit the
United States and southern Canada,
south to central Mexico; winters in
South America.
Habits and economic status: This
is the largest as it is one of the most
beautiful of the swallow tribe. It
formerly built its nests in cavities
of trees, as it still does in wild dis
tricts, but learning that man was a
friend it soon adopted domestic habits.
Its presence about the farm can often
be secured by erecting houses suit
able for nesting sites and protecting
them from usurpation by the English
sparrow, and every effort should be
made to increase the number of colo
nies of this very useful bird. The
boxes should be at a reasonable
height, say 15 feet from the ground,
and made inaccessible to cats. A colo
ny of these birds on a farm makes
great inroads upon the insect popu
lation, as the birds not only them
selves feed upon insects but rear their
young upon the same diet. Fifty years
ago in New England it was not uncom
mon to see colonies of 50 pairs of
martins, but most of them have now
vanished for no apparent reason ex
cept that the martin houses have de
cayed and have not been renewed.
More than three-fourths of this bird’s
food consists of wasps, bugs, and
beetles, their importance being in the
order given. The beetles include sev
eral species of harmful weevils, as
the clover-leaf weevils and the nut
weevils. Besides these are many crane
flies, moths, May flies, and dragon
flies.
Cooper’s Hawk
(Accipter cooperi)
Length, about fifteen inches. Me
dium sized, with long tail and short
wings, and without the white patch
on rump which is characteristic of
the marsh hawk.
Range: Breeds throughout most of
the United States and southern Can
ada; winters from the United States
to Costa Rica.
Habits and economic status: The
Cooper’s hawk, or "blue darter,” as
it is familiarly known throughout the
South, is pre-eminently a poultry and
bird-eating species, and its destructive
ness in this direction is surpassed
only by that of its larger congener,
the goshawk, which occasionally in
autumn and winter enters the United
States from the North in great num
bers. The almost universal prejudice
against birds of prey is largely due to
the activities of these two birds, as
sisted by a third, the sharp-shinned
hawk, which in habits and appearance
might well pass for a small Cooper’s
hawk. These birds usually approach
under cover and drop upon unsuspect
ing victims, making great inroads
upon poultry yards and game coverts
favorably situated for this style of
hunting. Out of 123 stomachs exam
ined, 38 contained the remains of
mammals. Twenty-eight species of
wild birds were identified in the above
mentioned material. This destructive
hawk, together with its two near rela
tives, should be destroyed by every
possible means.
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