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CHAPTER Vlll—Continued.
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Mexicans believe Upton has the
emerald bell. They want it and have
promised their prisoner, Lieutenant
Kynaston, that if they get the jewel
he will be freed. They send a mes
senger with the proposition to the
American mine house.
Mr. Upton did so. The man came
forward unhesitatingly and delivered
his message.
“Ask him who he is,” prompted the
old man.
The soldier came forward, explain
ing haltingly in Spanish that he was
the bearer of a note. Mr. Wilkes bent
forward excitedly.
“Give ’em a dose of their own medi
cine!” he said bitingly. “Ev’ry min
ute that you can delay their proceedin’s
is so much gain. Ask him what he
come fer, but don’t take his note —
see?”
Mr. Upton did not "see,” but he did
as he was bid. Presently the man with
some difficulty explained that he had
come as bearer of a note to open nego
tiations the nature of which he did not
understand. He held out the note.
Mr. Upton was about to take it when
a word dropped by Dorothy made
Wilkes jump as if a line of biting
white ants had crawled up his leg.
“Wouldn’t it be fine,” said the girl,
“if we could only make a couple of
their officers prisoners and then ex
change them for Mr. Kynaston!"
Wilkes patted her shoulder.
"And they tell me that woman ain’t
fit to vote,” he said scathingly. “Don’t
take his note, Upton! Not on no con
sideration. What excuse— Oh, I don’t
know, Upton. Yes. I do, too.
“Tell ’em that you are a caballero
of blood and that it stands not with
yer honor to receive messages at the
hand of a common soldier. He must
have come on an important message.
Tell him that you will not receive the
note except at the hand of an officer —
see?”
“Yes, I see. And then what?”
“Why, then he’ll go on down the
hill. They’ll let him come because
they’ve just passed him out through
their lines. An’ when he goes down
I’ll follow him with Manuel here, an’
when we reach the line of cottonwoods
we can hide in ’em till daylight. When
they send an officer up to see you at
daylight we can grab ’em as they come
back.
“Of course they'll holler about bein’
under a white flag, but they won’t be
no such thing ’cause they’ll drop their
white flag as soon as they are out of
range cornin’ back—see?”
Taken aback at the refusal to re
ceive the note, the soldado stumbled
off down the hill, his lantern bobbing
along among the mesquit-brush like a
lightning bug in summer. No sooner
had his shadow melted away in the
dusk than Mr. Wilkes and Manuel, the
Mexican “horse-wrangler,” left the
house. They followed the soldier
stealthily down the slope to the line of
cottonwoods which stood out, a low
lying blot, against the dusk of the val
ley.
"We’ll wait here, Manuel,” said the
old ex-deputy sheriff tersely. “We’ll
wait here till the next outfit sees fit
to ask Upton to pow wow; it ought to
be just about daylight Wake me up
when the light first shows.”
The hours of the night passed with
leaden feet. The eyes of the watchers
were strained with looking for the
dawn to break over the eastern ranges.
After putting his papers in order all
night long, Upton found relief —or at
least surcease from worry—by work
ing ovei his machine, tinkering here
and there till he had built up a species
of iron-clad automobile that would
have sickened the soul of the maker.
He was called from his work by the
insistent voice of Dorothy calling him
to breakfast. While he was eating, a
sandwich in one hand, his rifle in the
other, a hail from autside the house
brought him to his loophole. Three
men stood within easy rifle range of
the house, a dirty white cloth pro
claiming them to be messengers from
the rebels.
Hastily he laid his rifle against the
house, and motioning the Mexicans to
lay aside their arms, he signaled them
to come forward. Then, with a cau
tion to Nolan and Lewis to shoot on
the first sign of treachery, he strode
forward to meet them.
There was no discussion. The senior
officer, Colonel Mayez, simply handed
him a bulky envelope, which Upton
thrust into his shirt, and, saluting
stiffly, faced about and walked quick
ly down toward the trees in the hol
low. Upton stood watching them and
the movement among the trees where
Wilkes and Manuel lay concealed.
A shot from cover—and a very long
range shot it was —warned him that all
dealings with him were over until he
was ready to give his reply to the note.
So, sighing, he turned quickly back
into the house, opening the note as he
did so. The clipping from the news
paper took first attention. Again, and
tvutklaS ENTERPRISE. DOUGLAS. GEORGIA.
yet again he stared at the headlines, as
if they were unbelievable.
Walking like a man in a trance, he
strode across the great main room. He
opened the office door and entered —to
face Dorothy, seated in a chair, a pile
of ore samples in her lap as she held
them one by one to her eyes. Galena,
copper sulphates, gold and silver —she
passed them over with a casual look.
A piece of brilliant azurite caught her
fancy; she leaned forward to pick it
up.
Upton grasped her roughly by the
shoulder.
"What are you doing in here?” he
demanded curtly. It was the first
harsh word she had ever received from
her father.
"Oh! Let go, father; you are hurt
ing me. I saw the door was open and
I came in—”
“The door is still open. You can go
out —go!”
Tears came to her eyes, for the girl
loved her father very dearly. She gath
ered up the samples that she had taken
from the safe and replaced them care
fully in the lowest compartment. As
she rose to her feet her hand knocked
from the shelf in the safe a little paste
board box that fell to the floor, and,
striking on a corner, rolled out into
the room, opening as it did so.
Upton sprang forward to pick it up.
dropping the open note from his out
stretched hand. He seized the box,
which he thrust roughly into the bo
som of his shirt, and turned to find
Dorothy facing him, the newspaper
clipping in her hand.
"Oh! Oh!” she cried, and again,
“Oh!”
She gulped.
"And they accused him of that! It
cannot —must not —be! I will not have
it! An American paper accuses him
of that! Is there no justice in the
world? Is all charity dead? Couldn’t
they wait to hear his side of it? What
is it, father? What is it?”
There had come a burst of firing
from outside the house. Upton had
staggered back from the table, a
stream of telltale blood from his shoul
der showing how one at least of the
hostile bullets was accounted for.
Reeling, he sat down suddenly in a
chair, the supine body, the sick look
upon his face, the sudden white about
the nose and the corners of his mouth
showing that he had succumbed to
the shock of a high-power bullet fired
from long range.
Dorothy sprang to aid him, laid
him down upon the floor with a pile of
papers under his head, and tore fran
tically at the collar of the brown flan
nel shirt that seemed to cut off his
breathing. Speechless, he resisted her
every effort to assist him. It was not
till unconsciousness mercifully came
to shut off the pain that she got a view
Unconsciousness Mercifully Came.
of the wound. It was not as bad as
she had feared —simply a shot-hole in
the shoulder at a spot where a ban
dage could be readily applied.
Hastily she called to Miranda to get
her what little water remained in the
bucket. Meanwhile she tore hastily
some strips of linen for the bandages.
The pasteboard box interfering with
her work, she laid it upon the table.
The old, brown Mexican woman ran
quickly back to the room and seized
the roll of linen from the girl’s hands.
“See, now! It is not so bad. So!
There is no bone broken, thanks be to
the saints! It is but a clean shot-hole
and will heal in a fortnight. The
fainting? Saints and angels! it is but
the shock of a wound on a man who
has no food in his belly.”
So she gabbled on, oblivious to alt
save the man who lay upon the floor.
Dorothy picked up the note and read
it carefully, drawing her breath hard.
So that was it! His life was to be
bartered for a stone —a green stone —
a mere emerald! In that moment she
knew that his life was more to her
than the wealth of all the Indies —and
that she had found it out too late!
If he were spared—if he could be
spared, she would show him, if need
be sne would tell him frankly. She
would ask Marian.
She remembered now how Marian
had jested in the cavalry camp with
her over this very question—and she
dropped her head upon her arms. A
sharp corner of the pasteboard box
struck her forehead. She gave it an
impatient push and it dropped to the
floor, making a sharp, tinkling noise
as it landed. Dorothy glanced down
casually at it, only to rise and stand
as one petrified, her eyes upon the
open box and its contents, now come to
view.
For there, in the middle of the of
fice floor, released from its wrappings—
there lay at her feet, staring at her
with groen, unwinking eyes—the Em
erald Bell!
CHAPTER IX.
Murder.
For a moment the girl stood, gazing
with horrified eyes at the jewel at her
feet. At first she could not believe
that she was awake; then, leaning
forward, she picked it up and placed it
upon the table. The act, simple as it
was. roused her thoroughly. With a
little shiver, she turned to her father,
who had regained consciousness and
was watching her through half-closed
eyes.
“Well!” he said. “Well! Say it!
I know perfectly well what you are
thinking. Give it a name.”
“How came you to take the Bell, fa
ther? I saw it in his tent when we
sought refuge in his camp. You saw
it there, too. Was it then that you
got it?”
Her father nodded silently but did
not take his eyes from her face.
Well she knew where the trouble
lay. Well she knew why he had taken
the stone, for the trouble had lain with
them always, and the shadow of it
had blighted the latter years of her
mother’s life.
Sane upon every other subject, the
wealthy old miner, who had earned a
world wide reputation as a connoisseur
in matters of art, had got along with
it an equally well-earned reputation
as a kleptomaniac.
For years she had known of this
failing of her father. On her very
deathbed Dorothy’s mother had spoken
plainly of it, laying it upon the daugh
ter to be careful to prevent any such
thing from occurring again.
“You saw the stone when we were
in his camp,” she reiterated. “Was it
then that you took it?”
Again he nodded silently. The girl,
her bright head sunk upon her hands,
stood silent with the shame of it.
“I needed it —I needed it! And
they would not sell such a curio. That
old priest would as soon have '.told his
soul as this miserable Bell. It’s a good
thing, my dear, that I did take it,
though, for now I have the means with
which to buy Kynaston’s freedom.
Who is that coming up the hill? Is it
Wilkes come back?”
It was Wilkes come back, and
Manuel along with him. A volley of
curses of more than ordinary fluency
told that they had companions.
Motioning the women' back, Upton
flung open the door, admitting the two
men with their prisoners.
“They come all right, but we had to
use some coaxin’ —hey, bo?” laughed
Wilkes, punching the old colonel of
artillery in the ribs with the long bar
rel of his revolver. Colonel Mayez
fairly spat at him; then, seeing the
green Bell upon the table, he started
back in surprise, The next second he
was fairly fawning before the table.
“For this jewel,” he cried, “el gen
eral will make any concessions—do
anything: It will bring the last largo
sum of money our forces will require
before our arni3 establish a govern
ment of true patriots and we are able
to issue loans as a recognized nation.”
“Oh, get down to cases!” snorted
old Wilkes.
“This, then. We have the men, but
no arms —no money to get arms.
Men? Pah! We are gathering men
on all sides. Our forces are daily in
creasing. Only la3t night we had a
party of seventy volunteers sent in by
Captain Colquez. He sent them in
with a request that we send back the
ropes at once so that he could forward
a fresh detachment —”
“And you call them volunteers?"
asked Dorothy.
“Si, senorita! They, too, are vol
unteers —unwilling volunteers —never-
theless, volunteers.”
Wilkes grunted.
“Nemmind all that chatter,” he said.
“What you want is that Emerald Bell,
ain’t it?”
“Si, si! For that we will let go
our prisoner; we will allow you to de
part in peace—anything, everything!
I speak for the general—I—”
“Shut up!” interrupted Upton.
The old miner turned to Wilkes.
“I'm going down to their camp my
self,” he said shortly. “You hold these
hostages for my safe return. I’ll dicker
with this old highbinder personally;
give him the Bell if I have to, but, any
way, bring Kynaston back with me.”
He hesitated.
“I really owe it to the boy,” he con
cluded. “What are you shaking your
head at, Wilkes?”
“ ‘Bray a fool in a mortar, yet shall
his folly depart not from him,’ ” quoted
Mr. W’ilkes. “I ’member hearin’ that
at Sunday school. If you go down
there an’ promise him the Bell for
Kynaston he’ll grab you an’ shoot you
if you don’t come across with the Bell.
“If you take it with you he’ll take
it, shoot you, an’ then shoot Kynas
ton.
“No, siree! Th’ only thing to do
is to send this here colonel what has
seen the Bell back to General Obispo
an’ tell him that you’ll swap it for Key
naston.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.) ‘
tonMnoNAL
SuNWSaiofii
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS. Acting Director of
the Sunday School Course of the Moody
Bible Institute. Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1916, Western Newspaper Union.)
LESSON FOR JULY 30
“THE WORD OF THE CROSS.”
LESSON TEXT—I Cor. 1:1; 2:5. Print
1-IS—2-2.
GOLDEN TEXT—Far be it from me to
*lory, save In the cross of our Lord Jesus
Christ.—Gal. 6:14.
Paul’s letter to the church at Cor
inth was written from the city of
Ephesus some four of five years after
Paul had left Corinth. We have seen
some of the difficulties which sur
rounded this church. It was a small
body of believers in a great city of
four hundred thousand. It was sur
rounded by all kinds of liscentiousness
and excess so that to maintain a Chris
tian moral Ideal was difficult in the ex
treme. That is why this first epistle
has so much to do with church govern
ment and such questions as the mar
riage relation, the conduct of public
assemblies, spiritual gifts, the resur
rection from the dead, different fac
tions, the love feasts of the rich and
the poor, eating meat offered to idols,
law suits conducted before the heath
en, the Lord's supper and church
(Helpline are discussed. Paul did not
himself write the tetter. Sosthenes
acted as his amanuensis. In this let
ter Is the wonderful and Immortal love
chapter (Ch. 13), and the magnificent
resurrection chapter (Ch. 15).
The only unity desirable or possible
is that which Christ prayed for (John
17:21). This is not a unity of opinion
or of organization, but a unity of pur
pose and power, the working together
of bellvers in harmony to attain the
great purposes of Christianity.
I. The Power and Wisdom of God.
(vv. 18-25). To a sin-blinded mind the
preaching of the cross is foolishness.
Even some professed Christians reject
the doctrine of substitution which is
found everywhere in the Bible. (Isa.
53:6; Gal. 3:13; I Cor. 5:21). If the
doctrine of the cross is foolishness to
anyone it is to “them that perish.”
The Jeyvs require a sign (v. 22) but
the cross puts them to shame (v. 27).
tlod is made unto us wisdom, not the
wisdom of men but the wisdom of the
Spirit. It is such preaching us this
that is “the power of God.” It has
proven itself the power of God in our
lives. It will “destroy the wisdom of
the wise” and “bring to nothing the
understanding of the prudent” (Isa.
29:14 cf. Jer. 8:9). God is constantly
making foolish the power and wisdom
of this world. Philosophic research
after the unknowable “tries to make
a God of its own pattern but does
not satisfy the longings of the human
heart,” and God through the foolish
ness of the tiling preached is pleased
to “save them which believe.” The
performing of a miracle (Math. 12:38),
and the Greeks seeking after wisdom,
or philosophical reasoning, is no match
for the Christ crucified whom Paul
preached.
11. The Preaching and Power of Paul
(vv. 26 to Ch. 2 :‘2). Taking the Bible as
a whole, we see in it God’s plan and
purpose with regard to the goal of
mankind. The problem was by what
means this purpose could be per
formed. The whole of the Old Testa
ment is a story of God working to this
end. Then at the best time in all his
tory came Jesus, the son of God, into
the world, and, by his death on the
cross and his resurrection, we are all
bound together in one, summed up in
the cross as the power and the wisdom
of God for salvation. The symbol of
the cross is a common sight, yet the
great truth which it symbolizes is
often obscured by scholars, and fails
to be lived by disciples. God chooses
those whom the world rejects, “the
foolish,” and whom the world rejects
as “the weak.” These are the ones
that were called even in Paul’s day.
The purpose of this call is to confound
(or to put to shame) the wisdom of
men. The most powerful motive in
existence is the motive of the cross.
(1) The cross is the highest proof and
the strongest expression of the love
of God for man. (2) the cross was
the agent whereby atonement was
made for sin. (3) The cross shows us
the terrible evils of sin and the de
mand of such a sacrifice as God’s son
in order to save us from it. (4) It
shows us that God wants us to come
to him and to be saved, and that there
is joy in heaven over every repentant
sinner. (5) It shows the supreme val
ue of right and duty in that Christ
went to the cross at the terrible cost
of his life. (6) It shows the value of
the human soul. (7) F’-om the cross,
through the resurrection and the ever
living Saviour, Goq has given us the
fullness of the Spirit to inspire and
transform.
We are nothing in ourselves, and
God has made Christ unto us “wisdom
and righteousness,” that is, God’s
righteousness is provided for us in
Christ (I Cor. 5:21; Rom. 5:1; Phil.
3:9 R. V.); also sanctification and
redemption, that is, we are separated
from the world unto God and in him
we are redeemed from sin and its con
sequences.
There is left no room for glorying in
ourselves.
This was the preaching upon which
Paul depended, not upon rhetoric nor
philosophy nor argument with which
to convict and convert men.
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Hubby** Compliment Evidently Made
Her Think There Was “Some
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New York Sun:
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arose early, went out on the veranda
and stood listening to the birds sing
ing, looking at the tulips and pansies,
the young leaves on the trees, the new
cut-lawns, and enjoying the floods of
sunshine making all so restful. I felt
that it was good to live.
“On the breakfast-table I found my
favorite dishes daintily served. My
wife sat opposite me, herself a picture
of lovely womanhood. I could not re
frain from expressing my great pleas
ure and happiness.
“I said: ‘This is a most delightful
breakfast, and I have the best and
sweetest wife in all the world to share
it with me.’
“Now, naturally, I expected a sweet
smile of appreciation. Did I get it?
No! The ‘booful lady' half closed her
eyelids, looked at me steadily and
said: “You be particularly careful to
come home this evening on your regu
lar train.’
“Aren’t women queer creatures?”
Sociability.
“I hope you are not one of those
men who go home and find fault with
the dinner.”
“No,” answered Mr. Growcher; “my
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we can both find fault.”
The Main Point.
“The man I went to in order to
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