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JAMES DeLAMAR Office in Langford Bldg. •Hours 11 a. m. to 1 p. m. Sunday 9 to 11 t at DOUGLAS, GA. AUR TIME, knowledge and experience in the printing bustn«s*. For Sale When are m need • ofno " thing in th» feoe DON'T FORGET THJS )*^|||AFOUL Georae B, s“ iWney 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.) FRECKLES Now is the Time to <!et Kid of These Ugly spots. There's no longer the slightest need of feeling ashamed of your freckles, as lh« prescription othine —double strength-—is guaranteed to remove these homely spots Simply get an ounce of othine—double strength—from your druggist, and apply a little of It night and morning and you should soon see that even the worst freckles have begun to disappear, while the lighter ones have vanished entirely. It is seldom that more than one ounce is needed to com pletely clear the skin and gain a beautiful clear complexion. Be sure to ask for the double strength othine, as this is sold under guarantee of money back if it falls to remove freckles.—• Adv. 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 part of his plea, he was pained to see what looked like inattention. It was as lie had feared. The judge was un able to appreciate the nice points of his argument. “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. HOW TO CURE ECZEMA, ITCH AND ALL SKIN DISEASES Don’t suffer any longer with eczema or any other skin trouble. Just apply Hancock's Sulphur Compound to the parts affected and it will stop the itch ing at once and cure the trouble per manently. 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Nashville Medicine Company, Dept. A, Nashville, Tenn. Adv. 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 rected and gold ring (guaranteed), proper size, mailed you. Baby Ease 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. 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