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m AFOUL m^VILIAS /WEN ,'S Xs vK'lMiie fi. Rodney SYNOPSIS. —4— 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- aAlaKmst;, DOIJGLAS, GEORGIA. 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. Interestinginfor- L/lfOy IF Ml mation about ■'* Iv/a JL them supplied A by the Bureau Americam \fc™ at o? -A*-P2. iL ydSk" Agriculture 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. 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