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“He was unfortunate enough to be
sent out in the other direction with
dispatches—goodnight, gentlemen.”
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to their hoof-beats dying rapidly away
behind us as we turned back down the
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I think we must have been fully an
hour at it, riding at no mean pace,
and with utter disregard of danger.
Although I knew little of where we
were, and nothing as to the condition
of the path we traversed, yet so com-
plete was my confidence in Craig that
I felt no hesitancy in blindly following
the pace he set. Then a, black shape
loomed up before us so suddenly that
it was only by a quick effort I pre-
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popular will, to teach the necessity of
law rather than show its brutal might,
to be the friend of the outcast, the ad-
viser of the erring one, the strength of
the weak. The idea is alluring and has
won the advocacy of men who think.
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pounding of our own hoofs on
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“Keep quiet," I whispered sternly. I Brennan. Deuced queer, though, why
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Rumors from Mexico City tell of
Huerta’s efforts to reopen negotiations
with John Lind. Financial embarrass-
ments have undermined the power of
th© arrogant Mexican dictator, and he
may be willing to grant the conces-
sions desired by the United States in
return for recognition of his govern-
ment. That such recognition and moral
support would settle the Mexican trou-
bles, no one conversant with conditions
below the Rio Grande could possibly
believe. It would be an interesting de-
velopment, however, if Huerta should
not only agree to eliminate himself
from the political situation, but should
go further and seek the armed assist-
ance of the United States in pacifying
Mexico.
there is work to do, I grow instantly
cool to think, resolute to act, and find
a. rare joy in it. It was so now, and,
President Wilson is heartily infavor
of the extension of the civil service
to practically all federal offices, in-
cluding collectors of customs and all
postmasters. Reform along this line is'
urgenty needed in the United States,
especially with reference to first and
second-class postmasters, whose offices
are mere lucrative sinecures, while the
real administrative work is carried on
by a poorly paid and unknown assist-
ant postmaster obtained through civil
service regulations. By the enactment
of such a measure, the Wilson admin-
istration will have • achieved a victory
comparably only. with tariff and cur-
rency reform.
come to the turn you are to ride a few
rods in advance of us. and will set
a good pace, for we must make up
for all this lost time.
“Very well, sir; here is the turn-
to your right.”
I could dimly distinguish the open'
ng designated, and, as we wheeled
into it he at once clapped spurs to his !
horse and forged ahead. In another I
moment he had totally disappeared, I
and as I urged our reluctant mounts
to more rapid speed all sound of his
Senator Owen is making a personal
investigation of the various exchanges
with a view to recommending legisla-
tion which will in no way cripple the
economic usefulness of exchanges as
market places, but will correct abuses
of power, and strengthen their pres-
tige. The public at large will welcome
unprejudiced and constructive treat-
ment of such an important economic
function.
West’n Representative
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"Beastly," assented the other, heart-
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! T fairly held my breath as Craig
rode forward. If one of them should
chace to strike a mateh to light a
pipe. or any false movement of Craig’s
should excite suspicion! If he should
even speak, his soft southern drawl
would mean instant betrayal. And
how ©Polly he went at it; with a
sharp touch of the spur, causing bls
jaded horse to exhibit such sudden
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let forth. to where I waited. It was
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“All clear, sir,” he reported in a
matter-of-fact tone. “But we shall
hev ter move mighty quiet, fer ther
main picket post ain’t more nor a
hundred yards ter the right o’ ther
crossin’.”
He did not remount, but, with reins
flung loosely over his arm, led the
way slowly forward, and carefully w©
followed him.
What had become of the sentinel I
did not know, respecting Craig’s evi-
dent desire for silence; but as we
, drew nearer the White Briar road I j
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Port Arthur News.
As a little lesson in tactics, why not
add materially to the family peace and
quietude by inquiring if five, or ten, or
twenty, or whatever number of dollars
appears reasonable to you, won’t be
enough for that spring millinery, be-
fore the lady of the house begins to
talk about how badly last year’s sample
looks now? Beat her to it: you’ll save
money—and argument
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AN ABUSE OF POWER.
San Antonio Light.
For many years the express com-
panies exercised an unrestricted power
in conducting their business. They not
only exercised, but abused that power.
They prospered and the people, suffered.
Now, the day of retribution has come,
and while the express companies are
now suffering deserved penalties the
people rejoice. When the interstate
commerce commission finished its long
and thorough examination of their
methods and charges, facts were dis-
closed that they had been guilty of ex-
tortionate overcharges, double charges
on prepaid packages, arbitrary routing
and other things of like nature. They
so profited by these things that they
were able to pay large dividends, and
every few years to make large stock
dividends. On capitalization thus in-
creased they continued to pay large
dividends.
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Laying Firm. Hand Upon Her Horse’s
Bit, Led Forth to Where I Waited.
Ingle of accoutrements or the dull
thud of horses’s hoofs. The road here
must have curved sharply, for they
were already so close upon us that,
almost simultaneously with the sound,
we could distinguish the deeper
shadow of a small compact body of
horsemen directly in our front. To
left of us there rose, sheer and black,
the precipitous rock; to right w might
not even guess what yawning void.
It was either wit of sword play now.
I know not how it may be with others
in such emergencies, but with me it
always happens that th® sense of fear
tieparts with the presence of actual
danger. Before the grewsome fancies
of imagination I may quake and burn
like any maiden alone upon a city
street at night, until each separate
nerve becomes a very demon of men-
sal agony; bu vhen the real and
vented a collision. Even as I
my horse poised half in air, I
ceived it was Craig himself
blocked the way.
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The central labor council at Waco ,
passed a resolution last night calling
on the next session of the legislature
to enact a law for th® compulsory
education of children and to provide
free text books. The resolution speci-
fies that the law shall require all chil-
dren between the ages of seven and
sixteen, excepting the physically or
mentally incompetent, to attend a pub-
lic or private school during each schol-
astic year. A mighty good and humane
law, in keeping with the best princi-
ples of American government. Civic
and social organizations should, unite
with the laboring men in bringing
pressure to bear to secure the passage
of such a law in Texas.
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space. And that? Nothing but the
faint moan of the night wind amid
the dead limbs of a tree. Ah! mark
that sudden flash of light! The hand
that closes iron-like upon the loosened
rein opens again, for it was merely a
star silently falling from out the
black depths of the sky. Then both
of us halt at once, and peer anxiously
forward. Th® figure standing direct
ly in the center of our path, can it be
a sentry at last1? A cautious step for-
ward, a low laugh from the sergeant,
and we circle* the gaunt, blackened
stump, as silent ourselves as the
night about us, but with fiercely beat
Ing, expectant hearts.
But hark! Surely that was no com-
mon sound, born of that drear loneli-
ness! No cavalryman can mistake the
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Recently a speaker made a most re-
markable address to a number, of police
officers and heads of departments of a
certain city. He was telling his listen-
ers what the policeman of the future
would be and this was the picture he
drew. Asking his hearers to throw
their imagination forward to the day
when the last thing that will come
into our minds about policemen will be
the arresting of criminals, he described
the ideal policeman as the officer with
raised arm and whistle at a busy city
crossing, smoothing out traffic kinks
and giving special attention to the
safety of pedestrians, only now nd
then having to deal harshly with some
unruly driver.
“The best traffic policeman of the
future,” said he, “will be the one who
can handle a busy corner with the
fewest accidents and the least delay.
The best patrolman on a beat will be
the one who makes the fewest arrests
rather than the most, because, largely
through his efforts and influence his
particular beat shows the least crime.
The best all-around policeman will be
the one who most effectively serves as
guide and mentor to his people, fore-
stalling and preventing trouble instead
of apprehending those who make it.
“The'policeman of the future will
have grown beyond the stage where re
regards children as naturally bad. The
time should not be far in th© future
when the children will as readily run.
to the policeman as they now run from
him.” This will not be coincident with
the arrival of the millenium, but it is
predicted as being on the way.
And why not? We are gradually
coming to the conclusion that there is
more than one way to combat crime in
our great prisons. There have been
men who have entertained visions and
have wrought marvelous results by
kindness. No one may ever know how
many men will owe their salvation
from a life of crime to the kindness of
Judge Lindsey, who saw the possibili-
ties in some delinquent lad brought
before him and believed that there
existed other forces than might which
could be employed in the shaping of a
human career and gave the lad prob-
ably the first opportunity he had ever
had for exercising the nobility of char-
acter that lay deep beneath a hardened
surface created by contact with the
unthinking, cruel world that had en-
couraged in the young soul a belief
that inhumanity was the largest asset
of the race.
Surely the popular belief that the
policeman stands for pitiless might is
far from being in accord with the
Christian civilization we claim to
possess. The insignia of the law should
not be a bludgeon. Nor should the law
be held up to the people as an instru-
ment of punishment. Justice need not
be so largely tempered with mercy if
the belief in its impartiality can be in-
stilled into the people. The policeman
as representing the law may be as
gentle in its administration as the en-
gineer of an ocean liner who touches a
button and releases a thousand hrse
power.
In medicine today the leaders are
seeking to prevent the visitation of a
disease rather than expend a hundred
times the energy in bringing about a
cure. Some advanced criminologists
are laboring to cure crime before it
becomes crime, and the policeman of
the future is to be made an important
agent in bringing this dream t pass.
He is to show the unthinking the folly
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tingle and the heart bounds to each
strange sight and sound! Halt! —
what was that? Pooh! no more than
the deeper shadow of a sharply pro-
jecting rock, around which We pick
sought in vain to pierce the dense
gloom and note some sign of a strug-
gle, some darker shadow where a
body might be lying. There was noth-
ing visible to tell the story.
The sergeant walked without the
least hesitation across the open space,
directly into the deep shadows oppo-
site, where the cross-road continued
to hold way. Crouching low in the
saddle, we followed him’ as silently
as though we were but spirits of the
night. Up the road. I caught the red
gleam of a fire almost spent, and a
black figure crossed us, casting an odd
shadow against the face of the rock
where it was lighted by the flickering
red blaze. It was all over in a mo-
ment, a mere glimpse, but it formed
one of those sudden pictures which
pant themselves on the brain and
can never after be effaced. I recall
yet the long shade cast by the man’s
gun, the grotesque shape of his flap-
ping army overcoat, the quick change
in the silhouette as be wheeled to re-
trace his beat. But there was no
noise, not even the sound of his foot-
steps, reaching us. Even as I gazed,
lying open at full length upon my
horse, we had crossed the open, and a
perfect tangle of low bushes hid us
as completely as if we had entered the
yawning mouth of a cavern.
A hundred yards or more of sharply
curving road densely lined with shrub-
bery on either hand, and then Craig
swung into saddle and again gava
spur to his horse.
“We must ride for it now,” he said,
tersely. “When thet patrol makes
their round, them fellers will'be after
I us hot.”
I a I urged my tired horse to a gallop,
“Let them challenge first, and no
firing except on my order."
Almos with the words there came
the sharp hail;
“Halt! Who comes there?”
I drew the cap of my riding jacket
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do not make war on women, and your
being in this situation is altogether an
accident. However, be that as it may,
we must, first of all, protect ourselves.
I would very gladly leave you with
your friends, if possible, but as things
have shaped themselves there remains
but one alternative—you must ride as
I order.”
“You—you are not Major Brennan's
friend then? You were not sent by
Frank to meet me?" The questions
burst from her lips so rapidly that
I scarcely caught their import.
“I am Captain Phillip Wayne, —th
Virginia cavalry, at your service,
madam,” I said, calmly, “and to the
best of my knowledge I have not the
pleasure of Major Brennan’s acquaint
ance.”
She suddenly lifted ‘ the heavy rid-
ing whip that was clenched. In her
right hand, struck me- with it full
across the face, and then, as I quick-
ly flung up my own arm to ward off
a second blow,, she sent the lash
swirling down upon the flank of her
horse. With one bound the maddened
animal wrenched the reins from out
my hands, nearly-dragging me from
the saddle, and swerving sharply to
the left. There was a shock, a amoth-
ere oath, a moment’s fierce struggle
in the darkness, the sharp ping of the
whip as it came down once, twice-—
then silence, broken only by desp
breathing.
“I’ve got her, captain,” checkled ths
sergeant, softly, ‛b‛ut dog-gone if I
know what to do with her.”
There was small sentiment of mercy,
in my heart as I drew up toward
(hem. for my cheek burned where the
lash had struck as though scorched
with fire; but when I saw her lead-
ing helplessly forward on her horse's
neck, all bravado gone, her hands pin-
ioned behind her in the iron grasp
of the sergeant, my fierce resentment
died away within me.
“Let her hands go, Craig,” 1 coml-
manded, briefy.
She lifted her body slightly from its
cramped, uncomfortable posture, but1
her head remained bowed.
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Senator Hoke Smith of Georgia, a
Democrat, has introduced a law for the
creation of a federal board of motion
picture censorship. Each film would
have to be licensed by the board be-
fore being allowed to enter interstate
traffic. For a Democrat this is going
rather far in the direction of usurping
the functions of the various states by ;
the federal government. There is ab-
solutely no reason why the various
state and municipal governments
should be considered as lacking in suf-
ficient intelligence and morality to
regulate theatrical productions.
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“What is it, sergeaat?"
“A picket, sir, at the end of the
i road,” he said, quietly. “I kinder reck-
j oned they’d hev some sort o’ guar
thar, so I crept up on the quiet ter be
sure. The feller helped me out a bit
by strikin’ a match ter see what time
’twas, or I reckon I’d a walked over
him in ther dark.”
“Had we better ride him. down?” I
asked, thinking only how rapidly the
night hours were speeding and of the
importance of the duty pressing upon,
us.
“Not with iher woman. sir,” he an-
swered in a low7, reproachful voice.
“Besides we never could git through
without a shot, an’ if by any dern luck
it should turn out to be a cavalry out-
post—an’ I sorter reckon that’s what
it is—why, our horses are in no shape
fer a hard run. You uns better wait
i here, sir, an’ let me tend, ter that soger
man quiet like, an’ then p'raps we uns
kin all slip by without a stirrin' up
ther patrol.”
“Well,” I said, reluctantly, yield-
ing to what I felt was doubtless the
wiser course, and mechanically grasp-
ing the rein he held out to me, “go
ahead. But be careful, and don’t
waste any time. If we hear the sound
of a shot we shall ride forward under
spur.” . ,
“All right, sir, but there'll be no
fuss, .fer I know just whar ther feller
is." >
Time seems criminally long when
one is compelled to wait in helpless
uncertainty, every nerve on strain.
“Hold yourself ready for a sudden
start,” I said, warningly to my com-
panion. "If there is any noise of a
struggle yonder I shall drive in the
spurs.”
As I spoke I swung the sergeant’s
horse around to my side, where I
could control him more readily.
There was no reply from the wom-
an, but I noticed she endeavored to
draw together the flapping cape of
her cloak, as though she felt chilled
by the wind and her figure seemed to
stiffen in the saddle.
It came at last—not the sharp flash
of a musket cleaving the night in
twain, but merely the tall figure of
the sergeant, stealing silently out of
the, gloom like a black ghost, and
i huddled behind him.
' "Fhird on the left”
i “All right, then. Nothing else, I
• believe;” for I was eager to get
i away. “Sergeant, just ride in there
and lead out her horse. We will have
to be movig, gentlemen. for it is a
I rough road and a dark night.”
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closer, so as better to muffle the
sound of my voice.
“Friends, of course; who would you
expect to meet on this road?”
Fortune seemed with me in the
chance answer, for he who had hailed
exclaimed:
“Oh! is that you, Brennan?”
There was no time now for hesi-
tancy; here was my cue, and I must
plunge head, accepting the chances.
I ventured it.
“No; Brennan couldn’t come. I am
here in his place.”
“Indeed! Who are you?”
“Major Wilke.”
There was a moment’s painful
'pause, in which I could hear my
heart throb.
“Wilkie,” repeated the voice, doubt-
fully. "There is no officer of that
name in the Forty-third.”
“Well, there chances to be such an
officer on the staff,” I retorted, permit-
ting a trace of anger to appear in my
tone, “and I am the man."
“What the devil is the difference,
Hale, just what his name is?” boomed
a deeper voice back in the group. "We
are not getting up a directory of the
Sixth corps. Of course he’s the man
Brennan sent, and that is all we’ve
got to look after.”
“Oh, all right, certainly, major,” re-
turned the first speaker, hastily. “But
the night is so cussed black I sup-
posed we must be at least a mile this
side of where we were to meet. How-
ever, we have the hady here for you,
all right, and she is anxious enough to
get on.”
The lady! Hesvens! What odd
turn of fortune’s wheel was this? The
lady. I heard Craig’s smothered
chuckle, but before I had sufficiently
regained control over my own feel-
ings to venture upon a suitable reply,
the entire party had drawn forward,
the leader pressing so close to my side
that I felt safer with my face well
shaded.
"Wher is your escort, major?" he
asked, and the graffness of Mb tone
pat me instantly on defense.
“Just behind us,” I returned, with
affected carelessness, and determined
now to play out the game, lady or no
lady. I was extremely serry for her,
but the cause outweighed her comfort
“The sergeant and I roe out ahead
when we heard you coming. Where
is the lady?”
He glanced sijwM 24 the group
revolver in hand but hidden beneath bagged, the fellow.
my holster flap, I leaned over and j “Well, good luck to you. major,
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Fortunately, sir, out of my vast knowl-
edge of this mysterious region, I am
able to enlighten you to some extent.
We are now riding due southward
along the Allentown pike.”
Craig leaned forward so as to look
across her horse’s neck to where I
rode on the opposite side.
“May I speak a word, sir?” he
asked, cautiously.
“Certainly, sergeant; do you make
anything out of all this?”
“Yes, sir,” he answered eagerly. “I
know now exactly how we missed it,
and where we are. The cut-off to th©
White Briar I spoke to you about this
afternoon cannot be more than a hun-
dred yards below here.”
“Ride ahead carefully then, and 6e•
if you can locate it. Be cautious;
there may be a picket stationed there.
We will halt where we are until you
return.”
He swung forward his carbine
where it would be handy for instant
service and trotted ahead into the
darkness. The woman's horse, being
comparatively fresh and restless,
danced a little in an effort to follow,
but I restrained him with a light hand
on the bit, and we sat waiting in si-
lence.
I was eager to be off, to make up
by hard riding the tedious delay of
this night's work, and constantly lis-
tening in dread for some sounds of
struggle down the roadway. But all
remained silent until I could dimly
distinguish the returning hoof-beats
of the sergeant’s horse; and so anx-
ious was I to economize time that I
was already urging our mounts for-
ward when his shadow grew black .in
front, and be wheeled in at my side.
“No picket, sir.”
“Very well, sergeant; when we
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with his one hand grasping the
stranger’s rein. I endeavored to scan
her figtire in th© blackness, but found
the effort useless, as little more than
j a shadow was* visible. Yet it was im-
i pressed upon me that she sat straight
I and firm in th® saddle, so I concluded
| she must be young.
! “Madam,” I began, seeking to feel
j my way with caution into her conf-
denoe, “I fear you must be quite
wearied by your long ride.”
She turned slightly at sound of my
voice.
“Not at all, sir; I am merely eager
to push on. Basides, my ride has not
been a long one, as we ,merely came
from General Sigel’s headquarters.”
The voice was pleasantly modulated
and refined.
“Ah, yes, certainly," I stammered,
fearful lest I had made a grave mis-
take. “But really I bad supposed
General Sigel was at Coulterville.”
“He advanced to Bear creek yes-
terday,” she returned quietly. “So
you see we had covered scarcely more
than three miles when we met. How
much farther is it to where Major
Brennan is stationed?”
I fear I was guilty of hesitancy, but
it was only for a moment.
“I am unable to tell exactly, for, as
it chances, I have never yet been in
the camp, but I should judge that two
hours’ riding will cover the distance.”
"Why," in a tone of sudden surprise,
“Captain Hale certainly told me it
was all of twenty miles!”
“From Bear ereek?" I questioned
eagerly, for it was my turn to feel
startled now. “The map barely makes
it ten.”
“It is but ten. and scarcely that, by
the direct White Briar road; or, at
at least, so I heard some of the
younger oficers say; but it seems the
Confederate pickets are posted so?
close to the. White Briar that my
friends decided it would be unsafe to
proceed that way.”
This was news indesd—nens so un-
expected and starting that I forgot
all caudon.
“Then what road do they cail this?”
She hughed at my evident igno-
rance, as well as the eagerness of my
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pressing upon Craig’s heels as closely
as I dared; nor did I glance back, for
I knew well that a dead picket was.
lying somewhere by the cross-roads,
and that his comrades would be heard
from before dawn. We were moving
bravely now; for the road under foot
grew better as we advanced, and gave
back the dull thud of soft earth in-
stead of the rattling clang of the
rocks we had been so long accustomed
; to. Then, suddenly,' my horse was
. jerked almost to a standstill, the hand
! upon his bit seemingly as hard as my
own, and I wheeled in the saddle,
pressing my knees tightly to prevent
being thrown, only to perceive the
woman tugging desperately at the
lines.
“What now?” I asked sharply, and
in sudden anger I forced her to re-
: lease her grasp. “We must ride, and
ride hard, madam, to be out of this
cordon by daylight.”
“Ride where?”
She faced me stiffly, and there was
a slight sting in her voice, I felt.
“Where?” I repeated; then partially
gathering my scattered wits: “Why,
to the camp we are seeking, of
course.” ‘ ’ — -
I was conscious that her eyes were
striving anxiously to see my face
in the, darkness—that her suspiciqns
were now fully aroused; yet her quick
retort surprised me.
“You lie!” she said, coldly. “That
was a Federal picket he killed.”
It was no time for argument, and I
knew it. Craig, noting our pause, had
ridden back, and reined in beside us
without a word.
“Ton. ar© right,” I said, tersely. “In.
one sense of the word you are a pris-
oner, for the time being, at least, but
COLORADO’S GREATNESS.
Fort' Worth Star-Telegram.
Colorado is determined to round sut
its delinquents into dependable and
useful citizens. Farming and good roads
are bettering humanity everywhere. So,
Colorado is clearing its penitentiary on
the honor system by putting prisoners
to building good roads and raising good
crops. For the latter purpose that state
has leased a big ranch of which 1,000
acres are under irrigation. Honor and
loyalty are sprouting a new growth in
unlooked for territory and environ-
ment! Great country this.
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