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SYNOPSIS.
—9—
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. The defen
ders kill some of their besiegers, among
them an important officer. Mexicans go
mad. They demand sacrifice of man who
killed officer. Both Upton and Kynaston
had fired at him, so they play poker game
to decide which shall surrender vnd thus
save lives of others besieged. 1 ynaston
loses and prepares to offer himself to
enemy.
Holy Writ says there is no
greater love than the sacrifice
of one’s life to save another's.
But in real life do you believe
that a man would deliberately
throw his life away in order to
save the life of the father of
the girl he loves—especially
when the old father stood will
ing and ready to enter the Val
ley of the Shadow? You will
be much interested in Lieuten
ant Kynaston’s problem, de
scribed in this installment.
CHAPTER Vl—Continued.
Well, it would not take long. It
would be over in twenty-four hours,
unless —a horrible thought came to
him —those men below, whose prison
er he would be in two hours, were
savages in the rough; savages with
the blood-lust fairly roused and in
flamed by defeat.
He had heard tales of torture among
the prisoners that he had seen at No
gales—horrible tales!
The thought of having to go with
out even saying farewell to Dorothy
unnerved him for a moment, but he
realized his own limitations, and he
knew that in that last moment he
would betray himself. So down he sat
at the table and wrote two short
notes; one to his colonel, in which he
explained the whole affair, and the oth
er to the sister that lived in a quiet
little Maryland town among the placid
back eddies of the eastern shore.
Kynaston, his notes written, filled
the clip of the automatic and slipped
it into his boot-leg, where its flat frame
would be most likely to lie undetected.
A moment later Upton came into
the room. His face was gray with
suppressed feeling and his gaunt frame
showed unmistakable suffering. In the
few minutes that had passed since
Kynaston had left him the whole trag
edy of the next twenty-four hours had
been brought home to him.
“I can’t let you go, boy,” he said
hoarsely. “We had better take our
chance. Bring your men on over across
the border.”
The appeal was almost overwhelm
ing in its intensity.
“Don’t you know that it means your
life?”
"I know. But it means war if I
do; and, Upton, as God is my judge,
I cannot start a war that will involve
the country to save my own skin.
You see that, don't you?”
Upton licked his dry lips.
,r When —when —do you mean to
leave?” he asked.
“Right now.”
Kynaston’s face was pale.
“Are the ladies in the back
room?”
“Yes. I’ll go with you to the
door.”
The two men strolled listlessly to
ward the door of the main room, where
the defenders stood eying them.
Frank puzzlement was written large
upon their faces as Upton unbarred
the door, letting Kynaston out upon
the smooth four-hundred-yard stretch
of grass that spread from the door
step to the stream, grass that had
been laboriously planted by hand
through two generations.
Below them the land sloped away
to the east, a riot of gold and dun,
pearl and opal, and that curious red
brown that one sees in the southwest
and nowhere else on earth.
Looking out before he shut the door
again, Upton saw, a mile away, a col
umn of red dust swirl up to the ame
thystine sky and heard a series of
long, joyous yells that cut the desert
silences like a knife. Yell after yell
broke out, then firing, and then more
yells.
"That’ll be the arrival of the re
enforcements they spoke of,” said Ky
naston. “I’m off, old man. Adios!
THE DOUGLAS ENTERPRISE, DOUGLAS, GEORGIA
Give my love to —your—daughter.”
Upton frankly choked as he watched
the younger man swing off down the
hill.
Steadily Kynaston tramped down
across the dead olive-green of the
parched alfalfa patch, skirted the dead
brown of the sugar cane, paused to
wave his hand to the old miner, and
then —disappeared from view among
the cottonwoods.
Upton, sighing, turned back to the
house. He tramped through the great
room amid a great silence. Men
turned from their loopholes, scanned
his face, and furtively fell to rubbing
spotless rifle-bolts with their shirt
sleeves. They saw in his face such
grief as is abo e mere words, and,
after the manner of the southwest, re
spected it.
Dorothy and Mrs. Fane he found in
the back room. They knew, or sus
pected. Mrs. Fane was sitting in a
chair at the head of the table, her face
in her hands, frankly weeping, with
her arms spread upon the table, her
beautiful figure racked with sobs.
Dorothy, a mixture of fire and ice,
stood by the window, which was closed
and barred, confronting Mr. Wilkes,
who fairly cringed before the concen
trated fury in her eyes.
“I say it was a shame —a shame!”
she cried. “What if he did kill him?
Did they not try to kill him first, and
have they not stolen first from us, and
for two days now tried to kill us all?
Did he not peril his life to get us wa
ter? Did he not cross the line and
risk his life and, more than his life,
his reputation as a soldier to help us?
“What must he think of us? To
have us accept such a sacrifice from
him! Oh, father, I cannot stand it!
Marion, say something!”
But Marion was long past saying
anything that could be of even the
smallest comfort. It was Mr. Upton
who said slowly:
“We did the best we could, daugh
ter. We are but human, after all.
Neither Kynaston nor I were sure
“Have You Come From the House
Yonder, Senor?”
which of us shot the man. Anyway,
they promised us immunity if the man
who killed their leader should give
himself up to trial by court-martial —”
“Which means death,” interjected
Dorothy scornfully.
"And as we could not tell which of
us —he or I —it was who did the kill
ing, we played a hand of poker to
decide. That was what we were doing
when you came in.”
“Gambled away a life!” ejaculated
the horrified girl.
“And you mean that this” —she
picked up the cards lying on the table
—“this was The price of his life?”
The tears were running down her
cheeks like rain.
“And you had— What did you
have, father?”
“Three jacks—and—”
The old miner never finished his
sentence.
He started back from the table as if
a coiled rattlesnake lay within a foot
of his face; for his daughter had
dropped the hand that had saved his
life and had turned up the hand that
Kynaston had thrown so scornfully
in the middle of the table, disclosing
to his horrified eyes—four nines!
CHAPTER VII.
A Contest of Wits.
Dusk was slowly drawing down as
Kynaston left the house. Below him
in the camp of the attackers excite
ment was rife. Serious as was his
predicament, he could not help specu
lating on the cause of it. Anything,
even the most trivial thing, might turn
the scale in his favor, and he did not
mean to miss the slightest chance.
He knew right well that, given the
chance) Upton would get his party out
and across the border to the place
where the cavalry had camped. Ke
also knew right well that the old
miner woud leave no stone unturned
to help him. If he could gain thirty
six hours at most and then manage to
escape, he might still win out.
He was by no means hopeless,
though well-nigh desperate, as he drew
down from the higher ground to the
camp, well sheltered in the valley. He
saw that more men were coming in—
presumably the tallced-of re-enforce
ments.
They saw him as he came down the
hill and entered the flat on which the
camp lay. The horsemen, in a madly
yelling crowd swept forward toward
him, lariats circling, horses frantically
caracoling about him, their riders
striving to see who should be the first
to get a rope about the neck of the
accursed gringo.
Mercifully he forestalled their at
tempts by backing up against a tall
mesquit bush so that the loops of their
lariats could not settle about his neck.
Seeing his intention they voiced their
disapproval in a renewed outburst
of yells.
Further designs upon him were pre
vented by the opportune arrival of an
officer, who dispersed the crowd by
the simple process of beating them
about the heads with a stick.
“Have you come from the house
yonder, senor?”
“Yes. And I claim proper treat
ment from you, sir. You can hardly
claim to treat people in your power de
cently when your troops are as out of
hand as that.”
“I will take you to El General Obis
po, senor,” said the officer courteous
ly. “For your own sake, I warn you,
do not anger him. His temper is a
trifle uncertain, owing to his having
to undergo severe privations for the
past week.”
A sentry slept in the doorway.
From the interior came the smell of a
meal that had evidently just been
served.
Following his guide, Kynaston en
tered. El General Obispo, a squat
little man, whose high cheek bones
and full lips betokened his Indian an
cestry, looked up from the supper
which he was eating by the simple
process of stuffing as much carne seco
in his mouth as that organ would hold,
and then cutting off the balance with
a none too clean knife.
El general growled out a question.
The officer explained who Kynaston
was. In answer the general rose hast
ily from the table, spat the meat from
his mouth, and began such a furious
tirade of scurrilous epithets as to be
come nearly epileptic. Kynaston stood
silent.
"Take him away! Place him in
the cuartel till a consejo de guerra
(court-martial) can decide what the
fate shall be of any accursed gringo
who dares kill one of our gallant
soldiers! Here!”
He tossed a paper to the officer.
“Let him see, capitan, that even in
his own accursed country, where the
pigs walk on their hind legs and talk
and act as if they were indeed men,
they are beginning to see that the
revolutionary forces of our land are
not to be withstood —the court-martial
will meet tomorrow afternoon.”
“He is in a better humor than I
thought,” said the officer to Kynaston.
“El viejo diablo (the old devil) gave
you the paper, senor, not because he
wished you to read it, but because he
himself cannot read, and wished to
impose upon you—here is the cuartel.
Can I send you some blankets? I fear
the house will not be so comfortable
as I might wish —Hola, there, hom
bres! A guard for the Americano!”
And before he even realized that
he was indeed a prisoner, Kynaston
found himself shoved inside the dirty
interior, the door closed and a guard
set outside.
Kynaston, seeing that he might as
well take things coolly, seated himself
on a blanket that a peon threw in the
door, took the paper from his pocket
and disposed himself to read.
The very first thing that caught his
eye was a six-column display head:
ARMY OFFICER DISAPPEARS
SO DOES PRICELESS GEM
There followed a garbled account of
the arrival of the Emerald Bell in Ky
naston’s camp. A still more garbled
account of how It came into northern
Mexico. The account of the gallant
fight made by the prisoners he had
left in his camp told plainly enough
the source of the story.
The article stated that, acting on in
formation received from a Mexican
prisoner who had been outrageously
abused by the army officer who had
captured him, the Tarryville Argus
had dispatched a special correspond*
ent to the camp of the United States
troops.
There he found Major Updyke, who
with visible reluctance had substan
tiated the story about the jewel.
Kynaston lays his hand on
the little automatic pistol in his
bootleg. He feels certain the
end has come, but fears that he
will be tortured by the savages
for hours or days before Jeath
is meted out to him. In his
place, would you shoot the gen
eral and others at the farcical
court-martial and try to get
away, or would you stay and
face torture, hoping the sacri
fice would mean the safety of
the besieged Americans?
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
Daily Thought.
Never speak ill of a person unless
you are sure of your fact; and, even
if you could swear to it, ask yourself:
Why do I make it known? —Lavater.
A MISTAKEN GOAL
By MELLA M’CALLUM.
Mary Moon was bitterly disappoint
ed. As she laid down her daughter’s
letter, the one hope of her life seemed
frustrated. And all because pretty Con
stance Moon had written home from
college that she was engaged to a
certain young rhetoric instructor. It
sounded harmless enough, surely, but
to Mary it spelled tragedy.
For Mary herself had married young
and rashly. Five years she had lived
with John Moon. Then, after a mark
edly protracted spree, he had merci
fully died. Then and there, she had
vowed a manless existence thenceforth.
She had three dollars in money and a
two-year-old baby girl, but she had
something else us well —a tierce de
termination.
At first she worked at anything she
could get to keep them alive. But she
had a fair education, and, after a
while, she managed to secure a dis
trict school. She made an excellent
teacher. She saved money fiercely.
For by that time she had made up
her mind to climb high in the teach
ers’ profession.
After three years Mary had saved
enough to pay for one year at a nor
mal school, and thither they went. At
the end of the year, although her
money was nearly gone, Mary had
made up her mind to stay.
Three years more, and Mary had fin
ished her course. She got her life
certificate and a good position.
Years passed—happy ones. Mary's
corners were all smoothed down now.
She had independence, social position,
and a beautiful, sunny-natured, quick
minded daughter. Constance finished
high school easily, and was at last sent
to college.
Mary answered the girl’s glowing let
ters, telling of her engagement, in a
manner which she fancied thoroughly
diplomatic. But when Constance
finally came home, even Mary gasped
at the vision. Always lovely, the girl
was now glorified with a mist of
dreams. But that did not deter Mary.
She made up her mind to break off
the match, and save Constance from
what she firmly believed would prove
disaster.
But for the first time in her life
Mary ran against an impassable
snag. Constance was well-nigh im
pregnable, enveloped in the armor of
dreams.
At last Mary’s cautious campaign
collapsed, and she lost control of her
self.
“For twenty years I have fought to
put you where you are. You have edu
cation, culture, and good looks. You
are better equipped to earn money than
most men. Your future is insured. And
this is the thanks I get!”
“I want more than money, mother.
I want a home of my own, and —hap-
piness. The cares that come with it
I’m willing to accept.”
And that was all. Mary pleaded in
vain against the wall of reserve the
girl built around herself. Vacation
passed distressfully. Constance went
back to college for her final year. The
year dragged through wearily toward
.Trne and the hateful wedding.
Constance was to graduate _on the
fifteenth and be married on the twenty
fifth. Mary made up her mind to go
on for the events if it killed her.
But Mary Moon was game. She had
some unusually pretty dresses made
and paid an extravagant price for a
suit and hat. For she had been in
vited to stay at the home of the groom,
and she resolved to make a creditable
showing in spite of the grief in her
heart. She knew that Leonard Ames’
father was old Doctor Ames of Latin
text-book fame, and that Mrs. Ames
was prominent socially in the college
town. They should not be ashamed of
Constance’s mother.
They were not ashamed. Mary made
an excellent impression, with her at
tractive toilets and her vivacious intel
ligence.
Then the wedding guests began to
arrive. New people to meet —to play
up to!
The night before the wedding, Con
stance inquired guardedly, “How do
you like Leonard, mother?”
“Very much,” replied Mary sincerely.
"I am proud to have you know and
be known by such people, dear.”
“Which do you like best of the wom
en. mother —the married ones or the
old maids?” Constance inquired mis
chievously.
“Why, I think the —the married
ones,” said Mary, uncomfortably
aware that Constance was taking ad
vantage of her inability to quibble.
“You don’t dislike Leonard, do you,
mother?”
“N —no.” It was more a choke than
a spoken word.
Constance saw Mary’s agonized face
in the glass. She whirled around with
a little triumphant laugh. “Better own
up you’re beaten, mother, darling,” she
said.
Mary began to cry, although she was
not a crying woman. Constance’s arms
went about her softly. "Mother, pre
cious,” she whispered, “don’t you see
that without your training I never
could have won Leonard and his nice
family? The training was all right,
mother, only you mistook the goal, I
think.”
It takes more bravery to accept and
to adjust oneself to defeat, than it
does to fight it in the first place. Mary
Moon was nothing if not brave, how
ever. “I was mistaken, dear,” she said
simply. “I —I think it’s just lovely,”
she whispered with a tremulous smile.
(Copyright. 191*!. by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate.)
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Be sure to ask for the double strength
othine, as this is sold under guarantee of
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Lost.
The late Gilman Marston of New
Hampshire was arguing a complicated
cjtse, and looked up authorities back
to Julius Caesar. At the end of an
hour and a half, in the most intricate
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“Your honor,” he said, “I beg your
pardon; but do you follow me?”
“I have so far,” answered the judge,
shifting wearily about in his chair,
“Hut I’ll say frankly that if I thought
I could find my way back, I'd quit
right here.” —Christian Register.
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It is not often that a possum ven
tures on the pavement. He prefers
earth. A real live opossum, however,
has been caught in the heart of the
downtown district beneath the steps
of the Travis Park Methodist church.
How the possum ever found his way
downtown without being discovered
iind shot no one knows. One of the
bellboys took the possum to the hotel
chef and the negro waiters indulged in
a feast at which the piece de resistance
was the possum flanked with yeilow
yam ’taters. —San Antonio (Tex.) Dis
patch Chicago Examiner.
AN ARKANSAS MAN TESTIFIES
Mr. J. T. Dunn, Charleston, Ark.,
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Having noticed your advertisement of
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Family Affairs.
“My father says that we aren’t go
ing away this summer because mam
ma’s spent so much money,” said little
Clara, “hut mamma says that she’s
glad of it, ’cause now she’ll know why
he spends so much every summer stay
ing at home.”
“You should not tell your family af
fairs in that way,” said the teacher.
“Oh, they ain’t family affairs,” said
Clara. “The family jest listens."
MOTHER, ATTENTION!
Gold Ring for Baby Free.
Get a 25c Bottle of Baby Ease from
any drug store, mail coupon as di
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cures Bowel Complaints and Teething
Troubles of Babies. —Adv.
Remembers Her Bible.
“Two fellows declare that they can
not live without her.”
“And which has she decided to mar
ry?”
“The rich one. She says the other
could get into heaven easier if he
should really die.”
For Galled Horses.
When your horse is galled, apply
Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh and you
can keep on working. Try it and If
your horse is not cured quicker than
by any other remedy, the dealer will
refund your money. Adv.
Adapted.
“I think Alaska would make an ideal
summer resort.”
“You’ve been reading about the cli
mate?”
“No; about the prices.”
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but like counterfeit money the imita
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Insist or “La Creole” Hair Dressing—
its the original. Darkens your hair in
the natural way, but contains no dye.
Price SI.OO. —Adv.
The average luzy man gets along so
well In his old world that he encour
ages idleness in others.