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SYNOPSIS.
—7—
Automobile of Miss Dorothy Upton and
friend, Mrs. Fane, breaks down at New
Mexico border patrol camp, commanded
by 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. Major Up
dyke appears from headquarters to take
charge of valuables captured, Priest
and emerald bell disappear. Kynaston
slips across border with one man to aid
Upton family surrounded by Villistas.
The water supply runs short.
<[ Is the terrible suspense of j!
<[ waiting for death worse than !>
<[ death Itself? Does the man con- !>
<[ demned to be shot at sunrise suf
<[ fer most before led out to execu- !«
<| tlon? Consider the feelings of a !>
<| father when he learns that a i>
<| mob is going to sack his home, !>
<[ kill the defenders and steal his !>
beautiful daughter. 3>
CHAPTER V—Continued.
So Upton, laying aside his rifle,
went down the hill to meet the pseudo
officer, who, with an orderly behind
him, was signaling for an interview.
“Well, what is it you pirates
want?’’ he asked truculently. “Are
you tryin’ to make a livin’ by your
own unaided efforts?’’
“We have come to collect from the
holders of Mexican property a part
of their ill-gotten gains in order, senor,
that the brave and patriotic defenders
of the republic shall not be hungry.’’
“Well, you’ve undertaken a grown
man’s Job, then,’’ snarled Upton.
"We demand the payment by the
Santa Cruz mine of five thousand dol
lars in cash and the surrender of all
the arms, ammunition and powder, in
cluding dynamite, that you have, as
well as the permanent loan of all your
able-bodied horses.”
“H-m! And what do I get out of
it?”
“You will have our protection and
our assurances that you will not be
bothered or annoyed by any further
compulsory loans made to the provi
sional republic.”
Upton fumbled for a moment in his
pocket, from which he finally produced
two papers. These he handed to his
interviewer.
“There are two other ‘protections’
given me last month,” he said tersely.
"You will see that one is for two thou
sand and the other for fifteen hun
dred.’’
“We will guarantee you against
any further contributions,” said the
other ingratiatingly.
“If your own force isn’t strong
enough to take my place it certainly
isn’t strong enough to protect me
against anything. No, senor, I won’t
pay you a single cent —not a sou
niarkee. I’ve stood all I’m going to
stand from you fellows. Now I'll ap
peal to the American consul.”
The other spat derisively.
“Better trust to me!” he said vain
gloriously. “But if you do not sur
render immediately, but compel me to
take the place, I tell you frankly,
senor, I shall show no quarter—”
“Well, I can’t help that, can I? I
will give you, sir, exactly what you
can take —an’ it won't strain your back
to carry it, either,” snapped Upton.
“Very well, senor," said the Mexi
can. “I give you half an hour to con
sult with your companions. If at the
end of that time you decide to accept
my terms you have only to wave a
white flag from your front door. I
shall know what it means.
"If there is no flag—then all that
follows is your own fault. Adios,
senor. May the saints teach you wis
dom!” The Mexican strode off to
his men while Upton picked the best
way up the slope to the house.
The long half-hour came to an end
at last. Suddenly down by the cor
rals a rifle cracked. A bullet wheeped
through the window where Kynaston
stood. Lodged in the heavy window
post. At the smack of the impact the
youngster sprang back.
Raising his rifle, he fired at a head
that showed above a stone. The flat,
smacking report and the heavy recoil
of the piece steadied him.
“Did you hit him?” asked a soft
cua steady voice behing him. He
turned to see Dorothy standing near
him.
“Don’t think so. Please get back,
Miss Upton. You might be hit, you
know, and then —”
His eyes told the rest of it. Doro
thy laughed a little.
But she covered her face with her
hands for a moment, then turned away
with a little shudder. It was war, she
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knew, but it was hard to accustom her
self to the idea of death and suffering
inflicted under her very eyes.
An oath from Upton made Kynas
ton turn. He saw John Wilkes, the
old engineer, step to the table and,
picking up the dipper, help himself
to a drink of water.
The dipper was still immersed in
the water when there came another
flat, smacking report, followed by a
crash as of a stone on a board. The
bucket broke into fragments and fell
from the table, the water dripping
down upon the floor.
Mr. Wilkes stood gazing upon the
ruin.
“What the—” he ejaculated help
lessly.
"Bullet through the east loophole,”
said Kynaston shortly. “The bucket
was in the line of fire. Now, you’ve
dene it, Mr. Greaser! That’s all the
water we had.”
Hour after hour the defenders sat
beside their loopholes watching the
slow advance of their besiegers. The
Mexicans did not dare advance across
the open under the fire of the rifles
from the house. They were obviously
waiting for night to cover their real
approach. Kynaston dreaded what
the night would bring, for there was
no way to prevent the Mexicans from
getting to close range under cover of
the darkness. Then, when the be
siegers were within striking distance,
it would be difficult indeed for the de
fenders to reply to the overwhelming
intensity of the fire that would be
opened upon the house so soon as day
light should come.
While Kynaston was cudgeling his
brains to find some solution to the
problem he saw old Wilkes pottering
about the house, carefully gathering
up all the empty tin cans. These the
old man strung on a piece of rawhide
The Heavy Recoil Steadied Him.
that had been brought to the house to
be made into a lariat. His curiosity
thoroughly aroused, Kynaston asked:
“What are you doing with that,
Mr. Wilkes?”
“Can’t git no mule-bells,” said the
old man sentectiously; ‘‘they’re all in
the stables. So I’m aimin’ to string
all these cans on a piece of rope an’
hang ’em across the front an' back
roads after dark. Anybody stumblin’
against ’em ’ll rattle ’em, an’ that ’ll
give us warnin’.”
"That’s what I’ve been trying to
think of! Now, if we only had some
water!’’
There was no water; and the whole
garrison knew it. For hours the de
fenders, sticking close to the loop
holes, knew thirst —grimy, dry-eyed
thirst that froze the smile on the lips
and cracked the corners of the mouth.
A shot from the corral smacked
against the rear wall of the house.
Instinctively the man behind the door
post took cover. A moment after the
shot was fired a man came forward
from the corral, displaying a dirty
handkerchief on the end of a stick.
Mr. Wilkes spoke excitedly:
"Don’t you do it! Anybody that
goes out here now ain’t got no sense.
They’ll get you into the open and
shoot you down. Don’t pay no atten
tion to ’em!”
“You must recognize it,” said Ky
naston. “Come on, Upton, we’ll see
what they want.”
But little time was given. There
came a crack from the right, and a
bullet whizzed uncomfortably close to
Kynaston’s shoulder, landing with a
vicious whit in the mass of clay chink
ing that formed the chimney. Down
came the half-baked stufT with a rattle.
Mr. Wilkes, thrusting his rifle
through a crack between two of the
logs, fired two sbots in rapid succes
sion.
“You’ll walk home, consarn you, If
you go at all!” he growled.
Kynaston saw two of their horses
down in the dust of the corral. A
storm of curses came from the edge
of the clearing.
“See that you two keep under
cover.” The old man grinned a yel
low toothed grin over his shoulder at
the defenders.
Darkness fell over the little valley.
With the coming of the night the fears
of the little garrison increased.
“Just as like as not they’ll try to
sneak up and set fire to the house,”
said Mr. Wilkes. “It's as dry as punk.
We’d better keep men watching all
night.”
So the party was divided into two
reliefs: Mr. Wilkes, Upton, and a
Mexican composed one; Kynaston, No
lan, and Wilson the other. It was
pitch-black; the hours passed like
years. The night was so still, and the
stillness so nerve-racking, that every
crackle in the brush, every call of a
night bird, every gurgle of the creek,
brought the defenders to their loop
holes in anticipation of an attack. But
the night passed without alarm,
though it was not until dim daylight
showed the column of smoke from the
besiegers’ camp fire that the defense
relaxed its vigilance.
“I wish I dared run out to that
creek bed for a bucket of water,”
growled Kynaston. “Salt bacon isn’t
any too appetizing. There are ponies
in the stables behind; I'm going to
try it. Give me the bucket.”
Before anyone could stop him he
he seized a bucket and dashed into
the stable. A moment later they saw
him flat upon his pony, carrying his
rifle low and to the right, galloping
down the trail to the creek bottom,
where the water gurgled half-way be
tween the two contending parties.
A hundred yards! A shot. Two
hundred yards! A storm of bullets
from the defense covered his reckless
venture. Three hundred yards! His
pony, stumbling and slipping down the
steep banks, plowed its nose along
twelve feet of earth —and the young
American found himself lying face
down behind a mesquit bush on the
banks of the stream, his hand holding
the bucket over the edge, trying to
haul back forty pounds of dirty water.
A bullet wheeped past his ear. The
scream of a horse in pain made him
turn, spilling half the contents of his
bucket. His pony was dowm, shot
through the barrel. He wormed his
way back to the shelter of its body,
carrying with him the half-bucket of
dirty water that meant life to the de
fenders of the house.
Half-way to the house he got! Then
the fusillade from the attackers made
him throw himself to the ground in a
wild attempt to seek cover. The an
swering roar from the loopholes of the
house atop the slope behind him told
him the grateful news that the gar
rison had seen his predicament.
Time after time a shot wheeped
close to his head. Time after time he
carefully pulled that half-filled bucket
with its precious contents closer to
him so that it should not be spilled.
Time after time he sank closer and
still more close into the little hollow
that sheltered him, biding his oppor
tunity for a final scramble up-hill to
the safety of the house.
From this vantage-point on the
slope, Kynaston could see one rebel
after another attempt to take a posi
tion from which he could be outflanked
and thus forced to run across the open
space of the unsheltered hillside.
Bullet after bullet made him hug
the ground closer and closer.
Presently he heard a shout from the
house that sent the red blood coursing
again through his veins.
“Oh, Kynaston!” it said, “duck your
nut, youngster; duck your nut! You’re
right in my line o’ fire —I’m cornin’
down to you.”
Down went Kynaston’s head. He
dared not turn to look, for he knew
that no man living can turn without
partially rising. Three Mexicans
skulked across the road, taking cover
in the thin fringe of mesquit along
the trail. The leader stopped long
enough to fire twice at Kynaston. The
American rifle spat out its answer. At
the same time Kynaston heard another
rifle crack from higher up the hill.
Upton, prone in the dirt, was cover
ing Kynaston’s retreat.
Kynaston heard Upton’s shot wheep
past him just as his own finger pressed
the trigger. The man in the road be
low him staggered, spun around twice
and dropped upon his face.
He waiter no longer, but sprang to
his feet, gripped the half-empty water
bucket with one hand, and trailing his
rifle with the other dashed up the nar
row trail to the house, where he was
received with hearty congratulations.
“Of course, we needed it badly,”
said Mrs. Fane as she took the bucket
from his hand, “but not so badly as
that.” She pointed to a thin line of
red that showed above his collar.
Kynaston raised his hand to it and
laughed.
“It can’t be anything. I pledge
you my word I never knew I was
touched— Oh, I say—”
He broke off suddenly as he looked
at Dorothy Upton, for her eyes were
full of telltale tears.
“There they come again!” growled
Wilkes, pointing down the hill.
A group of rebels had gathered
about the dead man. Even as the
Americans watched they came forward
slowly up the slope, waving for a flag
a shirt that was long past all days of
whiteness.
“Come on, Wilkes, and hear what
they’ve got to say.”
Mr. Upton and the old man walked
out to meet the flag of truce.
> Do you think that Mrs. Fane j|
i loves Lieutenant Kynaston and Jj
S that in the event of Dorothy’s j[
> death he will turn his affection j[
i to the fascinating widow?
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
taNATIOM
SIINMrSdIOOL
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS. Acting Director of
the Sunday School Course in the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright by Western Newspaper Union.)
LESSON FOR JULY l
PAUL AT THESSALONICA AND
BEREA.
LESSON TEXT-Acts 17:1-15 (cf. I
Thess. 2:1-12).
GOLDEN TEXT—Him did God exalt
with his right hand to be a prince and
a Savior.—Acts 6:31.
To place a modern war map by the
side of the ancient one will help to
make the places Paul visited more
real. In both of the events of this
lesson reference is made to the read
ing and use of the Scriptures, and
teachers should use that to emphasize
the reading of the Bible by both old
and young. There is real patriotism
as well as safety and a liberal educa
tion In Bible study. Paul reached
Thessalonioa about twenty years after
the establishment of the Christian
church, remained perhaps five or six
months and then went on to Berea.
Modern Saloniki has been since the
Roman days of Thessalonlca an im
portant center, thriving and prosper
ous of later years till the recent Bal
kan-Turkish war.
I. At Thessalonica (vv. 1-9) (1) Rea
soning <vv. 1-5) (a) The place. On
this second journey Silas and Timo
thy (v. 14) were Paul’s companions.
Recently driven from Philippi (I
Thess. 2:1-2) they at once repaired
to the synagogue upon reaching the
city, knowing that there they could
gain a foothold with both Jew and
Gentile. It was Paul’s usual means
(v. 2 Am R. V.). Doubtless during
the two weeks the disciples used every
opportunity for discussion. Paul made
use of the Sabbath day of assembly al
though Christians met on the first day
of the week for their own distinctive
service (Acts 20:7). He also reasoned
from the Scriptures which the Jews
so highly revered. The best agent
for doing personal work is the word
of God (Eph. 6:17; Jer. 23:29; Jas.
1:18; I Pet. 1:23). (2) The method.
Paul employed three, (a) He rea-
soned that Christ must suffer. Why?
(See Isa. 53:6; Math. 26:28; Heb.
9:22; John 19:36). Paul had only the
Old Testament. We have also the
New to bring to our aid. (b)That
“Christ must rise from the dead”—like
Peter at Pentecost. Paul proved this
from the Old Testament. If we will
allow the Holy Spirit to “open the
Scriptures” to us we will find things
new and old and exclaim that where
as “once I was blind now I see.” (c)
He “alleged and affirmed” (set forth),
e. g., gat o testimony that “this Jesus
whom I proclaim unto you is the
Christ.” Paul knew that the histor
ical Jesus was the glorified Christ, for
he had met him “In the way” to Da
mascus. Paul’s manner of life In tho
city as he lived and preached Jesus
was much that It contributed greatly
to his success. His "manner of life
was blameless” (Acts 26:4); he sup
ported himself (I Thes. 2:9; II Thes.
3:8). (2) Reception (v. 6-10). At
first these men were received as from
God by large numbers (v. 4. See
I Thess. 1:6-10). But the gospel then
as now causes divisions. Not all pro
fessed followers of God know or ac
cept the gospel. Paul’s success
aroused the envy of the Jews Just as
every successful servant Is envied by
these of lesser light. The charge
brought agafnst Paul and Silas (v. 6)
was In large measure true, and it was
a good testimony and tribute to their
effectiveness. It was also in accord
with Christ’s prophecy. (Math. 10:34;
Luke 12:53). It Is the business of the
gospel to accomplish Just such re
sults. We need more of such as shall
turn the wrong side down and the
right side up. These men were ac
cused of “saying that there is an
other King, one Jesus.”
11. At Berea, (v. 10-15). The dis
ciples’ departure by night was an act
of prudence (Math. 10:23), and Paul
continued his great Interest in the con
verts he had left. See the two letters
addressed to that church. Reaching
Berea Paul began as usual to preach
Jesus first of all to the Jews. The
citizens of Berea were “more noble”
and have continued to this day as a
great Inspiration to Bible students
(witness the Berean series of lesson
helps). (1) They “received the word
with readiness of mind.” There was a
hunger ter spiritual food and they
partook of It with a relish. Some re
ceive truth under compulsion while
others hunger for it. (See I Thess.
1:7; 3:10). (2) “Searched” (exam
ined) the Scriptures dally. (2) Each
day they sought the mind of God.
Much cf our present day Bible study
Is Interesting and enlightening, but Is
not energizing nor evangelistic be
cause It looks upon the Eible merely
as literature.
We need to study the Bible as did
the Bereans to know love and obey
Jesus as our Savior and king.
We need to study it as our guide
and counsel through life.
Those who “believed” as the result
of such preaching and study were
well grounded (I Thess. 3:10).
After several weeks of such blessed
ministry the Thessalonian Jews in
terfered, “stirring up and troubling the
multitude” (v. 14 Am. R. V.), and
Paul again moved on, this time to
Athens in Greece while Silas and Tim
othy remained for a further ministry
in Berea.
Summer Luncheons
||l” in a jiffy Mil
I I-ct Libby’s splendid chefs relieve you " I
f of hot-weether cooking. Stock the *
pantry shelf with
a t Sliced
Cf!hl)y Dried Beef
m and the other good summer
meals including Libby's
Vienna Sausage—youll find them
Qualifications.
Stella —The ostrich doesn’t see
much and digests everything.
Bella —What an ideal husband!
IMITATION IS SINCEREST FLATTERY*
but like counterfeit money the imita
tion has not the worth of the original.
Insist on “La Creole” Hair Dressing—
it’s the original. Darkens yonr hair In
the natural way, but contains no dye.
Price sl.oo.—Adv.
Unfortunate Tree.
Church —He says he has a family
tree.
Gotham —I’ll bet it’s a eucalyptus,
then.
HOW TO TREAT DANDRUFF
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Cuticura. Trial Free.
On retiring touch spots of dandruff
and Itching with Cuticura Ointment.
Next morning shampoo with Cuticura
Soap and hot water. A clean, healthy
scalp means good hair and freedom. In
most cases, from dandruff, Itching,
burning, crusttngs and scalings.
Free sample each by mall with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L*
Boston ■ Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Economy.
“You spend entirely too much money
on dress,” said the man of the house.
“That simple little frock Mrs. Smythe
wore last night looked a groat deal
better than that elaborate gown of
yours.”
“Of course it did, my dear,” replied
his wife sweetly. “That simple little
frock, as call it, cost three hun
dred dollars, while mine cost only a
hundred aud fifty.”
"Well, for the love of Mike, go out
and buy one about twice as elaborate
as the one you’ve got. Maybe you
can get It for nothing.’’
Hunting Trouble.
When a man just naturally wants
trouble it is mighty easy tc find an
excuse for making it. According to
Mike Hogan, Caßey and O’Brien were
having an argument of their own at
Breckinridge street and Barrett ave
nue. It had progressed to the extent
that each had forgotten what it was
about originally and they were wholly
oblivious of the gathering crowd until
an urban aud genteel person in a
frock coat put in.
“Come, come my man,” he said,
gently plucking Casey by the sleeve.
“You d;u’t want t.» flght; I can tell
It by your looks. Ycur face is too be
nign.”
“Two be nine! Two be nine, Is ut,
ye scut?” bellowed Casey. “Me face
Is two be nine is ut?”
And there was where the real trou
ble began.—Lcalsville Times.
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the active principle in coffee
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the sensible thing to do is
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Instant
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Thousands who prefer to
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delighL
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