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I — O UR TIME > ip knowledge iOl and experience q | in tiie printing Oale business. When you are m need at some thing in this line DON’T FORGET THIS AFOUL George B. Rpdney 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 THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE. DOUGLAS. GEORGIA. 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. 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