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Up North they are beginning to hus-
tle for coal and the winter clothes,
while in Galveston we’re just getting
started enjoying the surf.
Anyhow,
Kin I sit up?
"Hands Up!. Not a Move,
I Have the Drop!"
Americans spend about $20,000,000 a
year on baseball and think they get
their money’s worth.
OUR COMMUNITY.
Leander Record.
We owe it to the community in which
we live to do everything we can in
every way possible that will be to its
advantage. Our neighbor’s prosperity
means a great deal more to us than
We
If cholera in Russia is never to be
checked banishment to Siberia will
become popular.
Frequently we see conservation
spelled conversation, and it begins to
look about correct.
Persia is waking up and as proof
will choose an American for financial
adviser.
If the Republican old guard get
a complete licking this fall the amount
of woe would be astonishly volumi-
CHAPTER XXX.
Alone with the Insane. x
Beneath the shade of uplifted arrt
Murphy’s eyes remained unclose.
Whatever terrors may have dominatd
that diseased brain, the one purpoe
of revenge and escape never desertd
it. With patient cunning he coud
plan and wait, scheme and execue.
He was all animal now, dreaming ory
of how to tear and kill.
He was many mintites thorougly
satisfying himself that Hampton acu«
ally slept. His every movement vas
Everytime the legislature gets to, the
point of adjourning something happens
to prevent. It can’t last always,
though.
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blame heaven are simply our own
Most of the burdens for Which we
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was a scar on the
! back of it, a very peculiar scar. It
chanced I had the evening previous
slightly quarreled with the officer who
was killed; I was the only person
known to be near at the time he was
shot; certain other circumstantial evi-
dence was dug up, while Slavin and
one other—no, it was not you—gave
some damaging, manufactured testi-
mony against me. As a result I was
held guilty of murder in the second
degree, dismissed. from the army in
disgrace, and sentenced to ten years’
imprisonment. So, you see, it was not
exactly you I have been hunting,
Murphy,—it was a scar.”
Murphy’s face was distorted into a
hideous gi*in.
“I notice you bear exactly that kind
of a scar, my man, and you spoke last
night as If you had some recollection
of the case.”
The mocking grin expanded; into
the husky voice crept a snarl of de-
fiance, for now Murphy’s courage had
come back—he was fronting* flesh and
blood. “Oh, stop preachin’—an’ shoot
—an’ be damned ter ye!”
“You do me a grave injustice, Mur-
phy. Your slashing at me down in
Glencaid hasn’t left so much as a
sting behind. It’s completely blotted
out, forgotten. I haven’t the slightest
desire to kill you, man; but I do want
to clear my name of the stain of that
crime. I want you to tell the whole
truth about that night’s work at Be-
thune, and when you have £one so,
you can go. I’ll never lay a Anger on
you; you can go where you please.”
“Bah!—ye ain’t got no proof—agin
me—’sides, the case is closed—it can’t
be opened agin—by law.”
“You devil! I’d be perfectly justi-
fied in killing you,” exclaimed Hamp-
ton, savagely.
Murphy stared at him stupidly, the
cunning of incipient insanity in his
eyes. “En’ whar—do ye expect—me
ter say—all this, pervidin’, of course
—I wus fule ’nough—ter do it?”
“Up yonder before Custer and the
officers of the Seventh, when we get
in.”
“They’d nab me—likely.”
“Now, see here, you say it is impos-
sible for them to touch you, because
the case is closed legally. But I’ve
had to suffer for your crime, Murphy,
suffer for 15 years, ten of them behind
stone walls; and there are others who
have suffered with me. It has cost me
love, home, all that a man holds dear.
The very least you can do in ordinary
decency is to speak the truth now. It
will not hurt you, but it will lift me
out of hell.”
“Well—maybe I might.
I’ll go on—with ye.
I’m dog tired—lyin’ yere.”
“Unbuckle your belt, and throw that
over first.”
Why complain about the'uncertainty
of the styles? If they were definitely
determined we’d be complaining about
that.
top, is of small importance compared
with this coming out of so hot a con-
test, where unscrupulous methods at
times held sway, without a blemish
against their record. TJie conduct of
the Galveston management and the club
'should, all things considered, be' a
source of congratulation and satisfac-
tion to the home people. Next season
we may win or come nearer to it, but
if it comes at the price Houston sought
it at Galveston better let the pennant
go and finish at the bottom.
Why not make 'Galveston an all the
year round resort? There isn’t a bet-
ter place on earth.
but stern, and the old frontiersman
obeyed mechanically, although his
seamed face was fairly distorted with
rage.
“You!
ma
THREAT DIDN’T FEAZE HIM.
Eagle Pass News-Guide.
One of the aviators has been noti-
fied by his wife that he must quit fly-
ing high or she will get a divorce.
When last heard from he was busy
oillng the propeller.
There Was a Sudden Glint in jh®
Faint Starlight as He Struck ;ho
Maniac.
slow, crafty, cowardly, the savage in
his perverted nature becoming rmre
and more manifest. It was more heist
than man that finally crept forward on
all-fours, the eyes gleaming cruel es a
cat’s in the night. Within a yarc of
the peacefully slumbering man he
rose up, crouching on his toes ind
bending stealthily forward, possbly
feeling the close proximity of that ter-
rible presence. Then the maniac took
one more stealthy, slouching step
nearer, and flung himself at the ex-
posed throat, uttering a fierce snafi as
his fingers clutched the soft flesh.
Hampton awoke, gasping and choiring,
to find those mad eyes glaring into
his own, those murderous hands tlrot-
tling him with the strength of mad-
ness.
At first the stupefied, half-awakened
man struggled as if in delirium, scarce-
ly \ realizing the danger. He was
aware of suffering, of horror, of suf«
focation. Then the brain flashed into
life, and he grappled fiercely with hia
dread antagonist. Murphy snapped
like a mad dog, his lips snarling
curses; but Hampton fought silently,
desperately, his brain clearing ^s he
succeeded in wrenching those claws
from his lacerated throat, and forced
his way up on to one knee. He worked
his way, inch by inch, to his feet, his
slender figure rigid as steel and closed
in upon the other, but Murphy writhed
out of his grasp, as a snake might.
The younger man realized now to the
full his peril, and his hand slipped
down to the gun upon his hip. There
was a sudden glint in the faint star-
light as he struck, and the stunned
maniac went down quivering, and lay.
motionless on the hard ground. With
the quick decision of one long accus-
tomed to meet emergencies, Hampton .
unbuckled the lariat from one of the
led animals and bound Murphy's hand®
and limbs securely.
Wflth fifts hew bridge ’across ‘,the
Mississippi almost completed, St. Louis
is digging up an old friend in the
person of a charter problem. Those
Missourians don’t care how much they
worry.
someone’s who lives elsewhere,
should bear this in mind in buying
We can afford to pay our home
man a fair price for his wares rather
than send our (noney away, knowing
as we do that every dollar our own
citizen makes will help in sustaining
our schools, churches and public in-
stitutions. It pays richly,to patronize
home industry. —■
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CHAPTER XXIX.
The Verge of Confession.
Murphy uttered one sputtering cry
of surprise, flinging his hand instinct-
ively to his hip, J»ut attempted no
more. Hampton’s ready weapon was
thrusting its muzzle into the astound-
ed face, and the gray eyes gleaming
along the polished barrel held the fel-
low motionless.
“Hands up! Not a move, Murphy!
I have the drop!” The voice was, low,
TEXAS RICE AS A SUBSTITUTE.
Beaumont Enterprise.
When the people find that they have
to have a substitute for wheat they
may turn to rice. The possibilities of
growing this cereal in this country
are by no means exhausted and rice
forms a more complete food than
If the people of all nations
use more rice in connection
with their other foods there would be
no question of food shortage in the
world for many years to come.
BOTH ALIKE.
Laredo Times.
“Lightning seldom strikes twice in
the same place. Good luck is lf>e
lightning in that respect,” says the
Dallas Times-Herald. And so is a
woman trying to drive a nail with a
hammer.
IN THE NORTHERN SEPTEMBER.
Dallas Times-Herald.
Up North , they are taking the moth
balls out of the overcoat pockets in
readiness for winter, while here we
are entering upon the most pleasant
season of the year.
BOB HAMPTON
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Fortunately for the race few people
agree with the New Yorker who says
that no gentleman should marry on
less than $10,000 a year.
Cut This Story Out anil Keep It, You’ll Want to Read It Later if Not Now.
Murphy struggled to his feet and
gripped the other’s arm. “Never hed
nuthln’ like it—afore. But—but it was
thar—all creepy—an’ green—ain’t seen
thet face—in 15 year.”
“What face*”
“A—a fellow I knew—once. He—
he’s dead.”
The other grunted disdainfully. “Bad
luck ter see them sort,” he volun-
teered, solemnly. “Blame glad it
warn’t me es see it, an’ I don’t know
as I keer much right now ’bout keep-
in’ company with ye fer very long.
However, I reckon if either of us cab
culates on doin’ much ridin’ ternight,
we better stop foolin’ with ghosts, an’
go ter saddlin’’up.”
Tlfty made rapid work of it, the
newcomer proving somewhat loqua-
cious, yet holding his voice to a judi-
cious whisper. It was-he who led the
way down the bank, the four horses
slowly splashing through the shallow
water to the northern shore. Before
them stretched a broad plain, the sur-»
face rocky and uneven, the northern
stars obscured by ridges of higher
land. Murphy promptly gave his
horse the spur, never once glancing
behind, while the other imitated his
example, holding his animal well in
check, being apparently the better
mounted.
They rode silently. The way be-
came more broken and rough as they
^advanced, causing them to exercise
greater caution. Flying clouds ob-
scured the stars, yet through the rifts
they caught fleeting glimpses xsuffi-
cient to hold them to their course.
And the encroaching hills swept in
closer upon either hand, leaving them
groping their way between as in a
pocket, yet ever advancing north.
Finally they attained to the steep
bank of a considerable stream, found
the water of sufficient depth to compel
swimming, and crept up the opposite
shore dripping and miserable, yet with
ammunition dry. Murphy stood swear-
ing dlsjolntedly, wiping the blood from
a wound In his forehead where the
jagged edge of a rock had broken the
skin, but suddenly stopped with a
quick intake of breath that 16ft him
panting. The other man crept toward
him, leading his horse.
“What is it now?” he asked, gruffly,
"Hev’ ye got ’em agin?”
The dazed old scout stared, point-
ing directly across the other’s shoul-
der, his arm shaking desperately.
“It’s thar!—an’ it’s his face!
God!—I know it—15 year.”
The man glanced backward into the
pitch darkness, but without moving
his body.
“There’s nuthln’ out there, ’less it’s
a firefly,” he insisted, in a tone of con-
tempt. “You’re plum crazy, Murphy;
the night’s got on yer nerves. What
is it ye think ye see?”
“His face, I tell ye! Don’t I know?
It’s all green and ghastly, with snaky
flames playin’ about it! But I know;
15 years, an’ I ain’t fergot.”
He sank down feebly—sank until he
was on his knees, his head craned for-
ward. The man watching touched the
miserable, hunched-up figure compas-
sionately, and it shook beneath his
hand, endeavoring to shrink away.
“My God! was thet you? I thought
it was him a-reachin’ fer me. Here,
let me take yer hand. Oh, Lord! An’
can’t ye see? It’s just there, beyond
Ms girth.
“They’ll drop under us if we don’t
give them an hour or two,” he said,
quietly. “They’re both dead beat?’
Murphy muttered something, incoi
herent and garnished with oaths, and
the moment he succeeded in releasing
the buckle, sank down limp at the
very feet of his horse, rolling up Inta
a queer ball. The other stared and
took a step nearer.
“What’s the matter? Are you sick,
Murphy?”
"No—tired—don’t
thet thing agin.”
“What thing?”
“Thet green, devlish,—crawlin’ facfl
—if ye must know!” And he twisted
his long, ape-like arms across his eyes,
lying curled up as a dog might.
For a moment Hampton stood gaz-
ing down upon him, listening to his in-
coherent mutterings, his own face
grave and sympathetic. Then ha
moved back and sat down. Suddenly
the full conception of what this meant
came to his mind—the man had gone
mad. The strained cords of that dis-
eased brain had snapped in the pres
ence of imagined terrors, and now al
was chaos. The horror of it over
whelmed Hampton; not only did this
unexpected denouement leave hin
utterly hopeless, but what was he t<
do with the fellow ? They were in th<
very heart of the Indian country
the country of the savage Sioux! : H<
stared at the curled-up man, now si
lent and breathing heavily as if asleej
If he only might light a pipe, or boi
himself a cup of black coffee! Mui
phy never stirred; the horses wer
seemingly too weary to browse. The.
Hampton nodded and sank into an u»
easy doze.
The next few weeks will produce
enough political windjamming to
furnish the country with power for
a year if properly harnessed.
Just the same, it’s got to be done. I
know you far too well to take chances
on your gun. So unlimber.”
“Oh, I—guess not,” and Murphy spat
contemptuously. “Do ye think—I’m
afeard o’ yer—shootin’? Ye don’t dare
—fer I’m no good ter ye—dead.”
“You are perfectly right. You are
quite a philosopher in your way. You
would be no good to me dead, Murphy,
but you might prove fully as valuable
maimed. Now I’m playing this game
to the limit, and that limit is just
about reached. You unlimber before
I count ten, you murderer, or I’ll spoil
both your hands!”
The mocking, sardonic grin deserted
Murphy’s features.
“Unlimber! It’s the last call.”
With a snarl the scout unclasped
his army belt, dropped it to the ground
and sullenly kicked it over toward
Hampton. “Now—now—you, you gray-
eyed—devil, kin I—sit up?”
The other nodded. He had drawn
the fangs of the wolf, and now that
he no longer feared, a sudden, unex-
plainable feeling of sympathy took
possession of him. Murphy sputtered
and swore, but his victorious compan-
ion neither spoke nor moved. There
were several distant smokes out to
the northward now, evidently the an-
swering signals of different bands of
savages, while far away, beneath the
shadow of the low bluffs bordering the
stream, "numerous black, moving dots
began to show against the light brown
background. Hampton, noticing that
Murphy had stopped swearing to gaze,
swung forward his field-glasses for a
better view.
“They are Indians, right enough,” he
said, at last. “Here, take a look, Mur-
phy. I could count about 20 in that
bunch and they are traveling north.”
The older man adjusted the tubes to
his eyes and looked long and steadily
at the party.
“They seem—to be a-closin’ in,” he
declared, finally, staring around into
the other’s face, all bravado gone.
“There’s anuther lot—bucks, all o’ ’em
—out west yonder—an’ over east a
smudge is—just startin’. Looks like
-—we wus in a pocket—an’ thar’ might
be some—har-raisin’ fore long.”
“Well, Murphy, you are the older
hand at this business. What do you
advise doing?”
“Me? Why, push right ’long—while
we kin keep under cover. Then—after
dark—trust ter bull luck an’ make—•
’nuther dash. It’s mostly luck, any-
how.
“You mean we should start now?” .
“Better—let the cattle rest—first.
An’—if ye ever feed prisoners—I’d
like ter eat a bite—mesilf.”
They rested there for over two
hours, the tired horses contentedly
munching the succulent grass of the
coulee, their two masters scarcely ex-
changing a word. Murphy, after satis-
fying his appetite, rested flat upon
his back, one arm flung over his eyes
to protect them from the sun.
At last they saddled up and passed
down the coulee into the more precip-
itous depths of the narrow canyon.
Their early advance was slow and
cautious, as they never felt certain
what hidden enemies might lurk be-
hind the sharp corners of the winding
defile, and they kept vigilant eyes
upon the serrated skyline. The sav-
ages were moving north and so were
they.
It was fully three o’clock when they
attained to the bank of the Powder,
and crouched among the rocks to wait
for the shades of night to shroud their
further advance. Murphy climbed the
bluff for a wider view, bearing Hamp-
ton’s field-glasses slung across his
shoulder, for the latter would not
leave him alone w’ith the horses. He
returned finally to grunt out that there j
was nothing special in sight, except a
shifting of those smoke signals to
points farther north. Then they lay
down again, Hampton smoking, Mur-
phy either sleeping or pretending to
sleep. And slowly the shadows of an-
other black night swept down and
shut them in.
It must have been two hours later
when they ventured forth. Silence
and loneliness brooded everywhere,
not so much as a breath of air stir-
ring the leaves. Murphy continued to
lead, the light tread of his horse bare-
ly audible, Hampton pressing closely
behind, revolver in hand, the two pack-
horses trailing in the rear.
Midnight, and they pulled up amid
the deeper gloom of a great, overhang-
ing bluff, having numerous trees near
its summit. There was the glow of a
distant fire upon their left, which red
dened the sky, and reflected oddly on
the edges of a vast cloud-mass rolling
up threateningly from the west.
Their horses stood with heads hang-
ing wearily down, their sides rising
end falling, and Hampton, rolling stiff-
,, lv from the saddle, hastily loosened
Damn you!—I thought I
knew—the voice.”
“Yes, I am here all right. Rather
odd place for us to meet, isn’t it? But,
you see, you’ve had the advantage all
these years; you knew whom you
were running away from, while I was
compelled to plod along in the dark.
But I’ve caught up just the same, if it
has been a long race.”
“What do ye—want me fer?”
look in the face was cunning.
“Hold your hands quiet—higher,
you fool! That’s it. Now, don’t play
with me. I honestly didn’t know for
certain I did want you, Murphy, when
I first started out on this trip. I
merely suspected that I might, from
some things I had been told. When
somebody took the liberty of slashing
at my back in a poker-room at Glen-
caid, and drove the knife into Slavin
by mistake, I chanced to catch a
glimpse of the hand on the hilt, and
there was a scar on it. About 15
years before, I was acting as officer of
the guard one night at Bethune. It
was a bright starlit night, you remem-
ber, and just as I turned the corner of
the old powder-house there came a
sudden flash, a report, a sharp cry. I
forward only to fall headlong
GREATEST MERCHANT SHIP.
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879 Feet Lonfe. I
The proposed dimensions of the big
ship which is being built for the Ham-
American company have more
once been enlarged, until it is
now finally settled that she will ba
879.3 feet long over all, 95.2 feet broad
and 64 feet deep. The Shipping World,
of England, states that she is to be
propelled exclusively by turbines at a
speed of twenty-two knots. These d.l«
mensions slightly exceed those of thf
White Star Olympic and Titantic.
“I’m damned—if I will. Not—In no
Injun—country.”
“I know it’s tough,” retorted Hamp-
ton, with exasperating coolness, his
revolver’s muzzle held steady; "but,
them horses—all green, crawim, dev-
ilish—but it’s him?’
“Who?”
“Brant! ' Brant—15 year!”
“Brant? Fifteen years? Do you
mean Maj. Brant, t^e one Nolan killed
over at .Bethune?”
“He—he didn’t-—”
The old man heaved forward, his
head rocking from side to side; then
suddenly he toppled over on his face,
gasping for breath. His companion
caught him and ripped open the heavy J sprang
flannel shirt. Then he strode savage- ■ over a dead body; but in that flash I
ly across in front of his shrinking horse, I had seen the hand grasping the re-
tore down the flaring picture, and ' volver, and there
hastily thrust it into his pocket, the j
light of the phosphorous with which it I
had been rubbed being reflected for a
moment on his features.
“A dirty, miserable, low-down trick,”
he muttered. “Poor old devil! Yet
I’ve got to do it for the little girl.”
He stumbled back through the dark-
ness, his hat filled with water, and
dashed it into Murphy’s face. “Come '
on, Murphy! There’s one g&od thing
’bout spooks; they don’t hang ’round
fer long at a time. Likely es not this
’un is gone by now. Brace up, man,
for you an’ I have got ter get out o’
! here afore mornin’.”
I Then Murphy grasped his arm and
! drew himself slowly to his feet.
“Don’t see nuthin’ now, do ye?”
“No. Where’s my—horse?”
The other silently reached him the
loose rein, marking as he did so the
quick, nervous peering this way and
that, the starting at the slightest
sound.
“Did ye say, Mutphy, as how it
wasn’t Nolan after all who plugged
the major?”
“I’m damned—if I did.
was it?”
, “Why, I dunno. Sorter blamed odd
though, thet ghost should be a-haunt-
In’ ye. Darn if it ain’t creepy ’nough
ter make a feller believe most any-
thin’.” x
Murphy drew himself up heavily
Into his saddle. Then all at once he
shoved the muzzle of a “45” into the
other’s face. “Ye say nuther word—
’bout thet, an’ I’ll make—a ghost outer
ye—blame lively. Now, ye shet up—if
ye ride v/ith me.”
They moved forward at a walk and
reached a higher level, across which
the night wind swept, bearing a touch
of cold in its breath as though coming
from the snow-capped mountains to
the west. There was renewed life in
this invigorating air and Murphy
spurred forward, his companion press-
ing steadily after.
When the first signs of returning
day appeared in the east, the two left
their horses in a narrow canyon, and
crept to the summit of a ridge. Below
lay the broad valley of the Powder.
Then Murphy turned his lead and
looked back into the other’s face.
The scenes and incidents attendant
on the closing' of the Texas league
baseball season at Houston Monday
evening again demonstrated that had
the big pork packeries been located on
Buffalo bayou instead of near the up-
per reaches of. Trinity river there
would have been no necessity for run-
ning “squealer special” trains bearing
lecturers to boom hog culture in Texas.
The supply of those ready and anxious
to “hog” everything in sight and hunt
for more was especially in evidence at
the Houston ball park Labor Day and
finally broke out in a riot because any-
one dared to dispute their right to
steal what they were unable to secure
fairly.
The ability and custom of the aver-'
age Houstonian to go after everything
in sight and claim through any means
and under almost all circumstances, ev-
erything desired is becoming more
widely known and better understood
/ every day. The true spirit of the peo-
ple is evidenced in the present case by
a communication from a fan that the
Post printed in its Tuesday’s issue. The
fan declares that Houston has won and
must claim the pennant. That the four
games protested and decided against
Houstdn earlier in the season must
now be claimed and if this be refused,
a pennant should be purchased and
hoisted by Houston anyway.
The announcing of such a movement,
through the columns of the Post, is
characteristic of the real Houston feel-
ing. It breaks out everywhere and un-
der any and all circumstances, but has
been especially in evidence during the
baseball season just closed. Last week
four games with Waco were scheduled
for Houston and three games with the
same ’club—the weakest in the league
—were transferred to Houston, which
gave that team a decided advantage in
the closing games,of a very close race,
but on its being stated that three
games between Shreveport and Dallas,
Houston’s hottest competitor in the
pennant race, were to be transferred
from Shreveport to Dallas a great howl
went up from Houston. They were
quietly profiting themselves from
transferred games, but just as soon as
the same treatment was to be extend-
ed to others they squealed in unmis-
takable porcine style.
All along during the baseball season
this same hoggish spirit has manifest-
ed itself. On the streets of Houston
during this series of games there has
been all manner of slurs, banters and
bribes offered Galveston players and
those associated with them on the
streets. The Galvestonians have been
urged by threats, oaths and bribes to
let their south Texas neighbors win
the pennant for it probably rested with
them to decide the matter, as their
winning from Houston would put that
club out of the race for first place. The
result, if nothing else, would indicate
that Houston’s efforts on these lines
were unproductive of response in any
quarter.
The conduct of the Galvestonians has
been highly commendable. Under ex-
ceedingly trying conditions the Gal-
veston team has been piloted through
among the breakers without a scar.
The failure of the home team to win,
or even attain a position nearer the
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