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CASTOR IA
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
iu use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
, —and has been made under his per
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FARMING IMPLEMENTS.
Mu store is headquarters fir all kinds of Farming Imple •
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House Furnishing Goods.
I carry complete lines of Cooking and Heating Stoves, Tin•
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Electric Light aii ffateriorts Finn*
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BARNEBVILLE. GEORGIA.
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ON THE SIDE OF JUSTICE.
BY HOWARD MARCUS STRONG.
fCopyright, 1800. by Howard M. Stronx.J
j The corpnlpnt padre of Las Cruces
was awakened from his midday siesta
by the movement of a swarm of sand
Hies over his moist face.
“Plagues of Egypt!” he cried, start
| ing up and slapping viciously at the
! insects. “Is tbtre no rest for the serv
| ant of Gcd V Ten thousand curses on
these pests
Having bathed his smarting face with
j a soothing lotion, he hastened across
j the sandy road to his little adebe chapel.
There was a gentle rustle in one of
the dim coiners as the padre moved up
the aisle, then a smothered laugh,
mingled with the deeper loops of a
man’s voice. The padre paused to lister,.
“Who laughs in the house of God?”
iui demanded sternly. “This is the
place for prayer and penitence. ”
“It is Poea Rosa who laughs, holy
father. You will not be angry with
met”
“But who is with yen?"
“Honor Americano."
“I hope we have not displeased you.
Padre Miguel?" said a tall man. step
ping out from the shadow. “The heat
is so terrible outside."
“Blistered Dives, so it is!" said the
padre, feeling his bitten face. “So it
is, but the senor and little Rose should
THE MEXICAN MOVED ITP THE AISI.E TOWARD THE ALTAR.
not be lovemaking in here. No good
will come of it. ”
The big American’s band traveled to
his pocket and thence to the padre’s
fat palm.
“No hay cerradnra si es de oro la
ganzua" (There is no lock but a golden
key will open it), repeated the padre,
smiling broadly. “Rest in peace, my
children, but do not disturb my devo
tions."
In a short time the heavy breathing
of the padre sounded through the chap
el. and Poca Rosa laid her little brown
hand on the big American’s sleeve.
“Ah, Senor Miles," sighed Poca
Rosa, nestling close to his jide, “why
should my people hate yon sot Yon are
so grand, so good. Even Padre Miguel
cannot be cross with yon. "
Miles did not reply immediately. His
mind wandered back to bis home so far
away from the everlasting sun. sand
and adobe of New Mexico. What would
his mother and sisters say if he were to
suddenly appear in their midst, accom
panied by the little Mexican Rose? He
laughed softly to himself at the picture.
“Why do you laugh?” qnesiioned the
girl. “Do yon not know that they have
sworn guerra a cnchillo?”
“ ‘War to the knifel* They always
say that, little girl, but it means noth
ing."
“Hneco h-is killed many Ameri
canos. ” she insisted. shuddering. “Holy
Mary guard you. senor. He will surely
try to kill you."
“And why me. little Rose?"
“He was my lover, senor, before the
blessed saints sent yon to me.”
“Did yon love him. Rosa?"
“Ah. Diys. uol Hut my father fears
him. ”
A sudden beam of light shot across
the backs of the benches, and a breath
of hot air swept in from the outside.
Poca Rosa shrank farther back into the
dim corner and locked her arms about
Miles.
“Do not move.” she whispered.
“Holy Virgin protect nsl It is he!”
The door swung shut, and the Mexi
can moved np the aisle toward the
altar. He paused several times as the
heavy breathing of the padre cangbt
his ear. Once his foot struck a bench,
and the noise was echoed far np among
tha bare rafters. At last he bent down
and touched the padre.
“A curse on these plagqes of Egypt I”
cried the sleeper, waking suddenly.
“Is there no rest for— Oh, Hueco, you ?
What is it now?”
“I have killed another Americano,
father. Another white livered dog has
been sent to hades. I come to confess.”
The padre glanced nervously in the
direction of the dark corner. Then he
led Hueco into a little room behind the
altar.
“And he’s been killing moie Ameri
cans, has he?” mrised Miles. “Heavens!
What snakes these Mexicans are!”
“Not me,” whimpered Poca Rosa.
“No, not you, dear little Rose,” he
said. “Yon are as harmless as the sing
ing birds,’’and ho gently stroked her
tear moist cheek.
“We must go.” she said, sobbing
“He will see ns as he comes out.”
“All right, little girl.” Miles replied
“Just as yon think best.”
The big American stood in the chapel
doorway and watched the lithe form of
the Mexican girl until she disappeared
around a corner.
“What a fool a fellow will make of
himself!” he laughed. “I’m sorry the
girl takes every thing so seriously. Ho
I’ve deposed the murderous Hueco, have
I? Well, suppose we have a look at this
Grpaser. ”
Miles had just started to roll Lis third
cigarette when the chapel door opened
and Hueco glided out.
“A fine day, Don Hneco,” said Miles.
“And do yon feel better after lighten
ing your soul of its burden of sin ?’’
The Mexican sprang to one side and
laid bis hand on his knife. Miles calmly
moistened his cigarette and felt for a
match.
Hueco’s shifty eyes traveled over the
face of the big American, but apparent
ly gained no satisfaction there.
“Adios, senor," said Hneco abrupt
ly. “I hope that we shall meet again.”
“Adios, ” replied Miles. “Just let me
know when yon are in my vicinity
next time.”
The following morning the town of
Las Cruces was profoundly stirred.
Senor Miles had been found dead in his
bed. stabbed in the back.
A month later a breath of news again
stirred the indolent ones to the point
of gossip. Jose Hueco and Poca Hosa
were to be married. That recalled the
fate of Senor Americano.
The day before the wedding Hueco
went to the little chapel for confession.
“I must have peace in my soul,
padre," lie said. “I cannot marry
Pcca Rosa until my great sin is for
given."
“The justice and mercy of God are
unbounded, my son,” said Padre
Miguel.
“It was I who killed Senor Miles —
What said yon, padre?"
“Proceed."
“You will absolve me. father?"
“Not now, my son. You have done
great evil. Yon must do great penance.
Yon are, above all men, most sinful. ”
“What must I do, father?"
“You know the place of the scaf
fold 7”
Hueco shuddered and turned cold to
the backs of his hands.
“You would not betray me, father ?"
“I betray yon under the seal of con
fession! No. It is the penance which 1
am about to impose upon you. Tonight
you must go to the scaffold, kneel down
beneath it and pray seven times for the
soul of each man that yon have mur
dered. Then until the day breaks pray
that your own soul may be kept from
the torments of bell.”
“Will nothing else suffice!” said
Hneco, with chattering teeth.
“Is it your place to dictate the terms
of your penance?” replied Padre Mignei
sternly. “Do as I command yon or suf
fer fall punishment for your sins.”
“I will go,” said Hueco.
Padre Mignei was, above all things,
a practical man. He believed in the
power of penitence and prayer, and he
was also firmly convinced of the bene
fits of applied means.
That night he hastened to the gaunt
gallows, which loomed up far out over
the sandy jjlain. He reached his desti
nation the heavy darkness set
tled down over the smronnding coun
try. Up one side of the scaffold ran a
rough ladder, and up this ladder the
padre toiled with his weight of flesh.
After reaching the cross team at the top
the good man sat down and cautiofesly
moved himself out to a point about
midway between the uprights. Then
he waited. The seat was narrow and
perilous. Padre Miguel grew impatient.
“Dios!” he groaned as the moments
dragged along. “I am cut in halves
The dog! Why has he not come?”
From beneath his robe the padre drew
a strong rawhide lariat. One end was
tied about his ample wrist, the other
formed a running noose.
“Ah, I shall give him a fright!”
chuckled the padre between twinges of
pain. “The saints be praised 1 There
he is now!”
A dim figure moved slowly to a point
directly beneath the cross beam of the
gallows and knelt down.
The padre had intended to wait until
the prescribed prayers were said, but
he grew impatient and determined up
on immediate action. Inch by inch he
lowered the noosed end of the lariat.
Finally it hung even with the penitent’s
neck. A deft twist, and it was over
Hueco’s head. A sharp jerk, and it
was biting his neck.
“Mother of God!” shrieked Hueco,
struggling madly to tear off the ncose.
“Help! I must not die yet! The pray
ers are not said I”
Padre Mignei threw his weight
against the lariat and managed to hold
the frenzied man in cheek.
Hneco screamed and prayed and
cursed and cried.
In the excitement of the moment
the padre leaned back farther and far
ther, forgetting the narrowness of the
beam on which he was seated. There
was a sudden slackening of the lariat;
the padre whirled backward and shot
down to the ground, 20 feet below.
“Merciful heaven!” groaned Padre
Miguel as soon as he regained con
sciousness. “This lariat is cutting me
in two, but what of the poor devil on
the other end?”
By a great effort he turned himself
over on his back and looked up. Direct
ly above him Hueco was dangling by
the neck from the cross beam. ,
“God have mercy on his sinful soul!”
cried the padre. “I have become Ilia
hangman by the direction of Provi
dence. ”
As quickly as possible Padre Miguel
unfastened the lariat from his own
waist and lowered the body of Hueco
to the ground. Then be fled to the se
clusion of his little chapel.
All that night and the following day
he fasted and prayed, interspersing the
ritual with many pertinent ejacula
tions.
The body of Hueco was found and
discussed. The execution was unhesi
tatingly attributed to some supernatur
al agency; lienee the inhabitants of
Las Cruces now have a tale that’s
worth the telling.
Willium's Rostoltice.
The German emperor has a little
postoftice of his own, with officials de
tailed especially to handle the volumi
nous postal matter that comes every
day addressed to him. All letters are
classified under the three heads, “Pri
vate," “Official” and “Immediate.”
Private letters are banded over to the
emperor unopened, those marked “Offi
cial” land in the civil cabinet of the
kaiser if they contain petitions by civil
ians, while those of a military charac
ter go to the military cabinet. Chiefs
of these two departments make all the
necessary inquiries regarding the
inunications and then prepare the an
swers in accordance with the regula
tions for official letters. These answers
are taken to the emperor, who expresses
his approval by affixing his signature.
Answers are then dispatched by special
messengers to their destinations. The
messengers used in this service are the
most trustworthy men who can be
found.
Very Upsetting.
There is an office building down town
which might be advertised as furnish
ing all the comforts of home and some
of the amusements of the circus. The
ceilings of its broad corridors are made
of large mirrors, and the pedestrian has
the pleasure of seeing himself in reflec
tion walking fly fashion along the ceil
ing. It is hardest on the employees who
scrub the floors. They have a bucket
full of water upside down above them
all the time. It is useless to try to pass
through that hall without looking up.
In some respects it is as good as a trip
to sea. Pcssibly tenants in that build
ing will learn to walk on their hands,
and then at least they will be feet down
on the ceiling and ready for any penalty
the laws of gravity may inflict. —New
York Commercial Advertiser.
Bad For the Other Fellow.
“Bilkins is a man who has absolutely
the poorest taste of anybody I ever
knew.”
“How’s that ?”
“He gave his divorced wife a book
entitled to Manage a Husband
as a wedding present when she got
married the second time.” —Chicago
News.
Why She Yowled.
“Johann, I wish you’d put the cat
out of the room! I can’t work with this
constant yowling. Where is the beast
anyway?”
“Won’t yon stand up, professor! I
think yoh aft sitting on her l” —Flie-
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