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THE WILLACY COUNTY NEWS, RAYMONDVILLE, TEXAS
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Sick for Ten Years
Gained 60 Pounds
by Use of PE-RU-NA
Read This
pPir
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V
Mr. John Wick
X.
No matter how long you have
been sick or how much you have
suffered, you must not give up
hope. Mr. John Wick, of Mono-
monee Falls, Wisconsin, did not
and is a well man today. In Sep-
tember, 1918, he wrote: “I have
been a user of Pe-ru-na for near-
ly twenty years. I had catarrh of
t^e stomach for ten years. Noth-
ing. did me any good. I grew
worse until a friend advised me
to try Pe-ru-na. While using the
first bottle, I felt I had found
the right medicine. I am entirely
cured. My weight was 'down to
135 pounds and now I weigh 195
pounds. I have used very little
medicine for the last ten years."
The condition known as catarrh-
al is not confined to the nose and
throat. It may be found wherever
there are mucous membrances and
is responsible for a multitude of
troubles. Coughs and colds are
catarrhal as well as stomach and
bowel disorders.
Do as John Wick did. Keep Pe-
ru-na in the house. It stimulates
digestion, aids in throwing off the
poisonous secretions, enriches the
blood, increases the resistance to
disease and promotes good health
generally.
Insist upon having genuine Pe-
ru—na in either tablet or liquid
form. Your dealer has it.
fonighf
Tomorrow Alright
Get a
25c.
DBox.,
Your
OTUgfiat
Anoint' the eyelids with Roman Eye Bal-
sam at night and see how refreshed a
strengthened your eyes are in the mornlr
Send now to 372 Pearl St., N. Y. Adv.
Carnauba Wax
Seales of was form on the un-
der side of the young leaves of the
Carnauba palm of South America.
This wax drops off when shaken. Be-
ing collected in this way, the wax Is
melted into masses and is often used
to adulterate beeswax. It is export-
ed and used in the manufacture of
candles.
HOLDS"
Break a Cold Right Up with
"Pape's Cold Compound”
Take two tables every three hour*
until three doses are taken. The first
dose always gives relief. The second
and third doses completely break up
the. cold. Pleasant and safe to take.
Contains no quinine or opiates. Millions
“Pape’s Cold Compound.” Price
" jp'we cents. Druggists guarantee it
IE YOUR EYES
Thompson’s BydWater.
* your druggist’s or
Troy, N. Y. Booklet.
U., HOUSTON, NO. 6-1824.
GIFT OF THE DESERT
- Caspian Sea Tideless
The Caspian sea is a tideless inland
sea which is becoming saltier through
evaporation. It is the largest inland
body of water in the world. It is 700
miles long in north to south direction,
and has a width varying from more
than 100 to nearly 300 miles. Lake
Superior Is the largest fresh water
body in the world. The extreme
length of Lake Superior from east to
west is 412 miles. Its extreme breadth
is 167 miles.
Always Keep a Box on Hand.
. Brandreth Pills are a safe and reli-
able laxative, made in America for
ninety years, entirely vegetable.—Adv.
Fish Not Brain Food
It used to be believed that certain
foods, especially fish and other foods
containing phosphorus, were especially
gjuable for the gray matter of the
jn. This is not believed any more.
_ cells apparently use the same
Hfindi t>f -food materials as all other
iiglug cells do. The best way to feed
th* -brain well is to keep the body in
good health.
CHAPTER XIV—Continued.
—14—-
With the instant all strength left
Kelleen. The knife dropped from his
fingers and he rested motionless,
scarcely breathing, his eyes staring
up into the dark. He had won; he
was not seriously hurt, yet for the mo-
ment could not even realize his vic-
tory. Yet gradually he knew; the
knife he had wielded—the knife—he
had killed the man. Whoever he was
he had killed him; he lay there now
beside him in the dark—dead. The
very horror of it started anew’ the
blood in his veins, that dead man lying
there, motionless, becoming cold, with
open eyes staring up at the tunnel
roof. And he had killed him—killed
him with the knife. Yet it had been
a fair fight, man to man, and one of
them had to die. He could breathe
better now, and he sat up, trembling
and shrinking back from contact with
the dead body. He could not see it,
but he knew it was there.
Kelleen struck a match, which gave
forth at first a dim, spectral light be-
tween his trembling fingers, then
glowed into a sudden flame. He
thrust it forward over the body of the
dead man, and stared down at the up-
turned face. For a moment not a
muscle relaxed, his form that of a
statue, as his eyes searched those
ghastly features. Where had he seen
the man before? that hairy face?
those long, misshapen arms? Dead!
Of course he was dead—but who was
he? Somewhere in his memory, dim.
Indistinct, clung a recollection which
would not become wholly clear. Then
the vision came, his lips uttering a
startled exclamation.
“By G—d! I know now; It’s Man-
uel Gomez! It's the ape-man!”
Manuel Gomez—the murderer, the
outlaw, the dread scourge of northern
Mexico, that bloodthirsty wretch,
whose crimes had made him an object
of detestation on both sides of the line
for years. Manuel Gomez, the killer
of women and children, the destroyer
of towns, raider, thief, bandit and in-
surrecto—the ape-man ! Kelleen had
never seen him before, but he knew;
there could be no other like that, and
every story he previously had heard
of the fellow came trooping back to
his mind in vivid memory—cruel, re-
morseless, without mercy, hunted like
a wild beast, yet ever escaping the
tolls, he had left a trail of blood over
all that land. Well, he was dead now!
Yet how came he to be there? Was
this his hiding place? or was the man
there for some new crime? If so—
what? And Bob Meager? Juan San-
chez? Were they also sharers in his
villainy? Could they be members of
this fiend’s gang? Was it from here
he led his hellhounds over the desert
and plain?
The recurrence of these names in-
stantly brought back to Kelleen a
realization of his own peril. Gomez
was dead, killed by his hand. Unwit-
tingly, unknowingly, there in the dark,
In desperate combat, he had avenged
a hundred murders by the thrust of a
knife. But these others—they were
still alive; they would surely come.
There could be no doubt of that. All
that Deborah had told flashed across
his mind—her encounter with this
same Mexican ruffian—why, she had
even described the fellow’s long, ape-
like arms, but he never once had
thought of Gomez—of her creeping on-
ward along the tunnel; the sudden
change In Its direction, nnd, her stum-
bling over a dead body in the dark.
He recalled the story of her escape,
creeping up that narrow passage,
through which she could barely
squeeze her slender body; the firing
after her from below, and her aim-
less shot sent in return; then the des-
perate struggle which ended on the
desert above. And what then? Mea-
ger, Bob Meager, going straight to that
same hole and calling down for Man-
uel—using his very name.
Well, there wms no Manuel now on
guard there, but he could not face
these other tw'o alone, and they would
surely be there by dawn at least. He
arose to his feet, still dazed and con-
fused, hardly able to tell directions,
but driven by a wild impulse to escape,
to get safely out of that silent black-
ness, that grave, In which he felt
smothered and Imprisoned. His grop-
ing fingers discovered a crevice in the
stone, as though the solid rock had
been rent asunder, a deep, Irregular
gash yawning the length of his arm.
He even advanced a step into the
strange fissure, wondering at Its exist-
ence, tempted to explore its secret,
when they came! He heard them
pressing aside the vines and clamber-
ing to the top of the rock which helped
conceal the entrance. They did this ap-
parently without fear, wdth no impend-
ing sense of danger, and then dropped
to the floor of the tunnel. There were
two of them; he could tell that by the
sound—Meager and Sanchez. But
where, then, was Deborah Meredith!
By Randall Parrish
Copyright by A. C. McClurg & Co.
no chance for his getting away with-
out our knowing it. We had our men
about here all the time.”
“Your men!” Meager laughed scorn-
fully. “Those greasers; they would
only be playthings for Manuel. H—1,
man! you and your gang couldn’t even
keep your eyes on ‘Frisco.’ ”
“He sure told me one d—n straight
story. He seemed to know about all
was going on. I’d heard a lot about
him, knew he was a friend of yours,
and supposed him all right.”
“And spilled all you knew—d—n a
Mex, anyhow.”
“Well, ain’t he?”
“Ain’t he what? He ain’t nothing
just now. I did run with him a bit,
of course, down below the line. But
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CHAPTER XV
The Light Goes Out.
Kelleen waited in an agony of sus-
pense, his thought with the missing
girl, rather than on his own peril, or
the nearness of those mem—groping
blindly toward him in the darkness.
That they were surprised, startled at
not being greeted by Gomez was plain-
ly evidenced from the first gruff utter-
ance reaching his ears.
‘Where the h—1 Is the fellow?”
Meager exclaimed angrily. “I told you
I called him from up above and got
bo answer. Now, by G—d! he Isn’t
•ven down here.”
*Oh, he's here all right. There was
Kelleen Waited in an Agony of Sus-
pense.
he wasn’t Invited Into this game, and
his being with Garrity was just an ac-
cident. At least I took it that way at
first. Now I sorter reckon It maybe
was all a put-up job. I ain’t exactly
made up my mind what the guy was
up to—just s 'Zr something was
going on, and decided to butt in, T
reckon. But, after he got out here
snooping around, there wasn’t nothing
to do but put him out o’ the way—
specially after he stole my horse.’1-^
“I ain’t so sure he stole your horse.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I told you before. You’re
so bullheaded nobody can tell you
nothing. I never did think that fellow
you shot was alone. He was talking
to somebody when we crept up—I
heard him.”
“Talking to himself; you never saw
nobody but him.”
"No, I didn’t; he was up on that
rock against the sky, but there might
have been somebody else out o’ sight
on the ground. You was in such a
d—n hurry to get to Casebeer, you
wouldn’t do anything else.”
“Course, I knew the ‘Kid’ was alone,
and after that tumble he took wouldn’t
bother no more. We had to get Case-
beer’s gang out of here before day-
light.”
“I don’t know why. You haven't
told me much. Why didn’t you let the
outfit go on? What did you want to
unload the mules here for, and then
send them back?”
“I didn’t get any chance to.tell you.
It was after you left last night that
I got the dope. That’s why I had to
ride out here myself, by G—d, on my
wedding night.” He laughed out loud,
“Say, Sanchez, there’s some real girl,
let me tell you. Thinks she’s knocked
me out; rapped me with a gun when
I was drunk, and got away. D—d if
she didn’t, the little vixen. I’ve got
to go back and show her what kind of
a he-man I am when I’m sober.”
“She got mad at you?”
“Rather that. I thought she was
the soft sort, but she’s a wildcat. Got
me the first swifre, but she’ll never
find me go dead easy the next time.
I’ll teach her who’s boss when I get
this job out of the way. What was It
you asked?”
“Why you stopped Casebeer?”
“That’s what Gariity came to tell
me. He’d got on to something. There’s
a leak somewhere. We couldn’t get
the stuff through tonight—a bunch of
cavalry are up in Box canyon.”
“H—1! What brought ’em there?"
“The judge didn’t know. He got it
from somebody at the post. The out-
fit started south, but that’s where
they were bound.”
“You don’t suppose they know?”
“Sure not—only suspect that stuff
Is being run through again along this
trail. All we got to do is lie low
awhile.”
“No one has seen Gomez?”
“He hasn’t put his head out of this
hole. You haven’t seen him yourself,
Juan. Come on; he must be back In
there asleep somewhere now likely.
Keep one hand on the wall.”
‘‘Shall I strike a match, senor?”
“No, not here; wait till we turn the
bend; then it will not show outside.
Can’t be long now till daylight comes."
Kelleen, silently pressed Into the rift
of the rock, the dead man at his feet,
could mark the passage of the two
clearly by the scraping of feet as they
groped their way along th* stone floor.
Following the opposite wall they would
miss any contact with Gomez’ body,
and there wms nothing he could do but
stand and let them pass.
The two men had turned the sharp
corner, the slight sound of their move-
ments ceasing to reach his ears. Then
the faint glow of a match reflected
along the roclc wall, the silence broken
by Meager’s voice.
“There’s the lantern, Juan—In that
niche, see. Here, turn up the wick.”
The flame brightened suddenly, but
the outer tunnel yet remained black.
Only in the distance the light flickered
along the wralls, casting weird shad-
ow's. One of the men evidently held
the lantern up, peering about curi-
ously.
“He’s not here, senor; wiiere’s the
old devil, anyhow?”
They moved forward with the light,
and Kelleen, all fear swiftly lost in
his intense interest, crept on to the
curve in the tunnel, from which point
he could see their dim shadow's. Behind
him, but unnoticed, daylight began to be
visible through the mantle of vines con-
cealing the entrance. The dark figure on
the floor assumed vague outline. The
two men in the lantern glow came to
a halt, thi’usting the light forward,
peering at the object which had at-
tracted them. The Mexican identified
it first in a sudden cry.
“It’s a body, a dead man,” he ex-
claimed. “He has been killed—
Manuel J”
Meager held back, the coward grip-
ping him, but Sanchez bore the lan-
tern forward, desperate to learn the
truth. His startled voice came down
the passage.
“ ’Tis not Gomez,” he cried, “and no
face I ever saw before. Perhaps you
know the man?”
“No; but there has been a fight, or
a murder—see, he has been shot; and
in the back, by G—dl Gomez must
have done this job. But what has
become of the old devil? And who
was this kid? What was he doing
here? See if there is anything In his
pocket, Juan. Give me the lantern.”
He held It up, as the Mexican
dropped to his knees, and began to
rummage through the dead man’s
clothes. The increasing daylight of
the desert found entrance far above,
and stole down the narrow passage in
a faint, ghastly glimmer, which only
added to the ghastliness of the scene.
The strain was toe much for Meager’s
nerves, and he swore gruffly.
“Come on,” he said fiercely; “bring
the light. We’ll search every Inch of
this d—d hole.”
Kelleen turned, his first Impulse
being to escape, to rush toward that
dim glimmer of light now plainly
marking the cave entrance. Yet the
futility of such an effort came to him
instantly. There was a better way
than that, and he whirled back to face
them, as the two came cautiously for-
ward, the glow of the lantern glimmer-
ing like a red star. The hand with
the weapon in It fell to a level, and he
fired, the glass flickering into a thou-
sand pieces, the light Instantly extin-
guished.
Kelleen’s plan of action had formed
swiftly in his mind. He had a glim-
mering of what this conspiracy meant,
but must learn more. Only one
method was possible—a confession
from Bob Meager. The real secret of
this tunnel was in his possession, now
that Manuel Gomez was dead. He
must be made to talk.
The advantages in this encounter
were altogether on his side. He knew
them, where they were; they possessed
no knowledge of his exact position,
who he was, or whether they faced
one opponent or a dozen. They had
been taken completely by surprise,
startled by the sudden attack, con-
fused in the darkness. He had both
of them absolutely at his mercy.
The silence was Intense after that
first startled second. There was no
movement, not even the sound of
breathing audible. The two stood mo-
tionless, crouched back against the
wall, peering into the blackness from
whence that tongue of flame had
leaped Into their very faces, yet re-
vealing nothing. They could neither
think nor act. Who had fired—Manuel
Gomez? some enemy who had trapped
them? Were they facing one man, or
a dozen? Into what had they blindly
walked? Confident of his own safety,
realizing that he had the whip hand,
Kelleen smiled grimly, every nerve
tense, his revolver poised. The situa-
tion pleased him.
“Drop your guns, both of you!” he
commanded sternly. “Quick now! I’ve
got you against the light.”
“Who the h—1—”
“Stop that! Drop them, or I shoot
something besides a lantern. It’s a
hair trigger I’m playing with.”
He heard both weapons fall to the
floor. Meager cursing impotently, but
the Mexican silent. Kelleen laughed.
“Kick them away from you—that’s
right! Not bad fellows when properly
handled, I see. Now up with your
hands, and back against the wall
there.”
He could not see the fellows, not so
much as an outline of them, yet knew
they obeyed the order. It was a bluff
which worked because they half be-
lieved themselves silhouetted against
that distant gray bar of light far
down the passage, targets not to be
easily missed. That cool, stern voice,
unfamiliar In the echoing tunnel,
meant business, rasped like a steel file
on Meager’s nerreR
“By G—d! Who are you?” h*
snarled savagely. “What the h—1 do
you want?”
“The first is of no Importance, Mea-
ger,” returned Kelleen with emphasis.
“But I’ll answer the latter question.
Unbuckle your belt. Go on; I know
what you’re doing. Yes; take it off.
I’ve got you boys covered; make one
false move, and you’ll sure taste lead.
Now throw that belt gbout the Mexi-
can—sure I know who you both are;
I came here gunning for you two
guys—around hi% arms—now, d—n you,
draw it tight! Yes—that’s exactly
what I mean—strap them to his
body—”
Just what happened Is not clear.
Kelleen could not see; he dare not
take a step closer to "make sure. The
chances are that Sanchez had two guns
at his waist. He had discarded one,
but the other yet remained. Not cer-
tain that he was not outlined against
the background of light, he dare not
attempt to draw; but now, his hands
lowered, as Meager drew the belt
about his arms, desperate, bitter with
hate, his fingers must have gripped the
butt. With one convulsive effort he
fired in the direction of the voice. The
bullet struck the side wall, sent a
splinter of rock tearing into Kelleen’s
cheek, yet, even as he staggered back
half blinded in the flame, he had
glimpse of the maddened Mexican,
running blindly down the passage. An
instant the fellow stood out clear, his
head thrust forward, his arms still
held by the belt clasp; then Kelleen
pulled trigger, and the runner sprawled
out, flat and motionless, into the very
center of that little pool of daylight.
It was the swift work of an instant,
then darkness, and Meager’s huge bulk
crushed Kelleen against the wall in
one mad effort to kill. For a moment
the smaller man, taken completely by
surprise, struggled helplessly to escape
the stranglehold of those clutching fin-
gers. The revolver dropped from his
hand, and he was forced resistlessly
backward, strangled, unable to tear
loose that viselike grip. As the two
fell, however, Meager’s head struck
the rock, the sharp blow so dazing
him as to permit Kelleen an Instant
of relief, a long, fresh breath, the re-
lease of one arm. Underneath him,
pressing against his hip, lay the gun
he had been forced to drop. With des-
perate effort he gained possession of
the weapon, thrusting; the muzzle sav-
agely into Meager’s side.
“D—n you!” he choked. “Feel that!
Get up, or I’ll blow a hole clear
through you. You dirty brute, to kill
you would be a pleasure. Get clear
up! Do you know me now?”
The fellow, thoroughly-cowed, shrink-
ing back with the point of the revolver
still pressing hard against his rib,
stuttered, but made no reply. The
widening radius of daylight gave Kel-
leen the outlines of his bulky figure,
but features were invisible.
“What! not yet? I’m the ‘Frisco
Kid!’ First you thought you’d double-
cross me; then you decided murder
would do the job best. Well, Meager,
neither plan worked. I’m on to your
game, and I’m very much alive. Now
I’ve got you. Like to make a guess
why I don’t kill you?”
"You—you want me to squeal first.”
Meager hesitated, and Kelleen’s gun
pushed harder.
“You better spit It out, Bob; I'd
sure love to shoot.”
“Well, d—n you, what’s the differ-
ence? Garrity told me the fellow was
hiding in here somewhere. Manuel
/
“Now, Up With Your Hands!”
used to come to him when he needed
stuff, but he never was able to track
him—he was too d—n smart for the
judge That was what I came up here
for, and mostly the reason why I
grabbed the ranch—see. Garrity fixed
things, because he knew Manuel had
a h—1 of a lot o’ spoils stored away.
We wanted a free hand. When I come
up I fired every American, and took
on Mexicans I knew. We run just
cattle enough so as to get an excuse
for exploring the desert. We knew
the d—n slippery cuss was hid around
here, but couldn’t get onto his hole.”
“Well, eo on.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Saying Illustrated.
“Hard lines!” murmured the student
when he couldn’t translate a passagn
in Homer.—New Haven Evening Reg-
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Johnson, Charles R. Willacy County News (Raymondville, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 7, 1924, newspaper, February 7, 1924; Raymondville, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth874510/m1/3/?q=Lamar+University: accessed June 2, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Reber Memorial Library.