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AONDAY, AVRIL 30, 1917.
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GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
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CHAPTER V.
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But whether the White Lady Ele-
phant unlocked the door or not I shan’t .
tell you till next time; but I will tell
you this—she couldn’t find the key!
Those German ammunition workers
are as full of strike threats as the av-
erage American railway employee.
pro-
new
the
actual hostilities
Queer, but not a single editor has
offered objection to an increase in. the
.income tax.
down the road,
“I’m trying to get acquainted
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THAT VERA CRUZ SHIPYARD.
Houston Post:
And now comes the news from Vera
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
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New York Office, 171 Madison Ave.
D. J. Randall.
“We are robbers fierce and bold,
And we are come to steal your gold.
You’d better then unlock.your door
Or we will steal a whole lot more!”
British dominions is not loyal to Eng-
land in this, her hour of greatest trial.
There must be a reason for this, and
there is. The granting of autonomy
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DillyDunyandHisfriends
Corn/______
The cynic says that the large per-
centage of enlistment from Nevada is
easily .accounted for; even war is con-
sidered preferable to living in that
state.
where the bed stood, and even where.
Sassoon ordinarily kept his knife and
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right or left.
In the growing light the two
Germany is working away from the
millennium when the swords shall be.
turned into pruning hooks; the sol-
diers of that nation are turning light-
ning rods into cartridges; they evi-
dently . fear their enemies more than
they do the lightning.
this month there will
her pony, which turned leisurely
Cruz that in
gerous neighbor to a
thick of the
cine Befd barnman, had been
moted from . Sleepy Cat by the
from that,
the 'blue sky
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of' old-time
out his hand for the letter. His eyes
met. Nan’s, and each felt the moment
was a sort of challenge. De Spain, a
little self-conscious under her inspec-
tion, was aware only of her rather
fearless eyes” and the dark hair under
her fawn cowboy hat.
“Thank you,” she responded evenly.
“If the stage is gone I will hold it to
add something.” So saying, she tucked
the "letter inside her blouse and spoke
tributed to any of. the leaders in the to
European conflict is that coming from
Spain and neither to speak nor turn
his head no matter what happened
The British have withdrawn their
blacklist against American merchants;
well, two hundred million dollars ought
to get some sort of consideration.
your country today,” returned
not consist in merely wearing a flag
and standing when “The Star Span-,
gled Banner” is being, played.-—Wash-
ington Herald.
PRIVATE FIELD.
Beaumont Journal:/
Marshall Field III, multimllionaire,
has enlisted as a private. Many will
rise to say that he has done what
everybody should do. They will be
careful to ignore the fact that all are
not doing it.
That the richest young man in the
country has exhibited such unadulter-
ated patriotism is a good thing for
the nation. The notoriety which his
conduct is bound to- arouse will be
unpleasant to him but will be a boost
for recruiting. When the call of duty
leads the nation’s' wealthiest young
man to leave a sumptuous home and
to choose the hardships of a private
soldier and the chance of wounds and
death, thousands of other young men
will heed the call they have heard
but have not yet understood.
spond to any call based upon the safety
of the country. It must be expected
that some of these stalwart sons of
the soil can be made to contribute their
greatest quota of aid to the govern-
ment by enlisting among the fighting
force of the nation, but the great ma-
jority of farmers can show a maximum
of patriotism by increasing the quan-
tity of foodstuffs planted and encour-
aging, their neighbors to do likewise.
It will be time enough to consider the
matter of enlistment in army or navy
when the official notification comes.
It should be borne in mind that the
nation needs service more than it needs
men. There are millions of men in the
country, a great majority of them will-
ing and anxious to don the khaki, but
wars are not won alone by large bodies
of men; many other elements enter
into military success, and, in the exist-
ing war, food and money are given high
rank, in this connection. If the govern-
ment should deem that one man or a
million men are incapable of military
service, it does not mean that these
men are of no value to the country. The
probability is that they may be in the
field of production or the munition fac-
tory worth ten times their number at
the battle front. And right here is go-
ing to come the real test of patriotism,
the willingness to do what it is be-
lieved the man is most capable of do-
ing. To keep ten soldiers in first-class
physical condition is surely better than
being at the front and capable of per-
forming no more than one man’s tasks.
I Selective conscription does not mean
that every man is to select'the sort of
Service in which he is willing to en-
gage, but it does mean that every man
is twilling to. permit his country to
designate where he can be used to best
advantage and enters . upon the per-
formance of his task with as much en-
thusiasm and earnestness as if on him
and him alone depended the success of
the entire nation.
trotted smartly 'a mile down the trail
without encountering a sign of life.
When they approached the Morgan
ranchhouse De Spain. rode close to
his prisoner; told him what would
happen if he made a noise; and even
held him back in his pace as they
trotted together /past the gap strong-
hold. When they left the house behind
and the turn in the road put them out
of range of its windows, he closed up
the distance between himself and Sas-
soon, riding close in to his side, and
looked back for a fraction of a second.
When he looked ahead again he saw
confronting him, not a hundred yards
away, a motionless horseman.
Remarkable instance of self-delusion.
Admiral von Capelle says England’s
nerve is shattered. When will those
ivory-domed Teutons ever wake up to
the fact that England is in this thing
to a-finish, regardless?
with him. Sassoon,
The warm winds croon,
bends,
For that is the land
friends,
That were lost in the
fight. ,
comrade.” Island,
manager. De Spain
roan pony, but aside
The German chancellor insists that
his country never interferes with the
internal affairs of other nations. Evi-
dently he does not consider Mexico
and Japan as nations.
What It Meant.
“The doctor says I must cut out
cigars, alcohol and late hours.” “That
means a decided change In your mode
of living.” “It means nothing of the
kind, Arabella. It simply means that
I change doctors!”—Browning’s Maga-
zine.
Heels for It.
With a sudden, low command to-Sas-
soon to .check his horse, De Spain
Lloyd-George’s speech in the Guild
hall in London on Friday is one of the-
most intelligent utterances emanating
in England during, the war. The little
Welshman has a canny knack of going
right to the heart of things without
wasting words. He says of the Irish
question: “Settlement of the Irish
question is essential for the peace of
the world, and essential for a speedy
s victory in the war. We must convert
Ireland from a suspicious, surly, dan-
within the empire, is all Ireland asks,
and that, certainly, is small enough
atonement for the centuries of misrule
Such action on the part of England
would help the cause of democracy
and the rights of small nationalities
in many ways. American sentiment,
already strongly in favor of England,
would be greatly enhanced. Irish
troops would appear in France in
larger numbers. And the incongruity
of England’s demand for an autono-
mous Poland while refusing the same
right to Ireland would be eliminated.
Timely Thoughts.
He is happy whose circumstances
suif his temper; but he is more ex-
cellent who can suit his temper to any
circumstances.—Hume.
IN RAINBOW LAND.
In rainbow land the" trails are wide;
That sweep to the shores of the great
divide,
Where the daylight blends with the
shadow-tide,z
On the marge of the long, long night.
In rainbow land the long trail ends—
Some girls prefer to pay’ a dollar; for
their complexion When they’Could get
it for nothing over the washtub and'
save another dollar on the family
laundry bill besides. A
A by-product of the existing condi-
tion of war preparation is the more or
less general manifestation of unrest
among the people. Thousands of men-
who have been steadily at work per-
forming tasks that have contributed to
the growth and prosperity of the na-
tion, ape leaving their places and of-
fering their services to the army or
navy branch of the nation’s armed
force, while thousands of others are
making up their minds to take similar
action in the near future. The aban-
donment of work by these men has be-
come quite serious in several places
and has brought about a partial disor-
ganization of working forces such as
would tend to 'cripple the activities of
! the plants where they have been em-
ployed were it not that labor is rather
plentiful at the present time.
While it is true that the nation needs
thousands of men with which to fill up
the gaps at present existing in the
army and navy, it does not expect that
the men necessary to fill these places
■ are to come exclusively from the con-
structive occupations of the land, and
these men have probably done more
harm than good by hurrying into the
service while the thousands of unem-
ployed men who should be offering
themselves are still unemployed and
still playing the role of consumer with
no adequate returns to the country for
the benefits they are enjoying.
. It is just her where the selective
conscription plan is going to do its best
work, and it is probably because the
i plan is not sufficiently well understood
J that there is as much opposition to jt
as has developed. Some of the workers
of the ation will no doubt be called
into the service -of the army or the
navy, but before men are called from
! useful occupations there is a long list
‘ of idlers and unemployed, or men em-
; ployed in pursuits that are anything
' but vital to the life of the nation, and
; it is no reflection upon -the wFker who
remains at his bench or the profes-
, sional man who continues in his office
until he is notified that he is needed
i in some particular line of national de-
fense.
The call to the colors is not alto-
; gether for men to handle guns and
manipulate great cannon. There are
many accompanying departments of ac-
tivity where the particular talent of
some man or a number of men can be
of greater advantage to the nation than
were these same men marching in the
ranks. This is peculiarly applicable
just now to the men on the farms,
out when they rode between the moun-
tain walls, they made their way with-
out interruption silently toward their
rendezvous, an aspen grove near which
Purgatoire creek . makes its way out
of the gap.
Scott was the first to reach the trees.
The little grove spreads across a slope
half a mile wide between the base of
one towering cliff, still bearing its
Spanish name, El Capitan, and the
gorge of the Purgatoire. To the east
of.. this point the trails to Calabasas
and to Sleepy Cat divide, and 'here
Scott and Lefever received De Spain,
who, had ridden, slowly. and followed
Scott’s . injunctions to keep the red
star to the right of El Capitan all the
way across the, sinks.
Securing their horses, the three
stretched out on the open ground to
wait for daylight. De Spain medi-
tated first on how he should capture
Sassoon at daybreak, and then on Nan
Morgan and her mountain home into
which , he was about to break to drag
out a criminal. Sassoon and his malice
soon drifted out of his mind, but Nan
remained. Her form outlined in the
mists that rose from the hidden creek
seemed to hover somewhere near un-
til Scott’s hand laid on the dreamer’s
shoulder drove -it suddenly away.. Day
was at hand.
De Spain got up and shook off the
chilliness and drowsiness of the night.
It had been agreed that he, being less
known in the gap than either of his
companions, could best attempt, the dif-
ficult capture. Bob Scott, who knew
the recess well, repeated his explicit
directions as to how De Spain was to
reach ; Sassoon’s shack. He repeated
his description of its interior, told him,
A Texas legislator has returned
$56.60 to the state, it being the cost
of the. postage used by him during his
three years in the lawmaking body.
Texas (legislators< are always doing
some unaccountable' things.
Matters have progressed to that
dangerous stage where a man can get
shot by . going into an ammunition
store.
The prompt enactment of’the select-
ive conscription measure is no doubt
theomost unpleasant news Berlin has
received since the story of Von Gluck’s
defeat on the Mrne awakened the
Teuton brain to a realization that its.
mighty armies are not invincible. It
takes a long time to arouse the Ameri-
can people. It takes a long time to
get the average American worked up
to the point where he is ready to
grasp the sword. The American is a
long-suffering individual. He does not
go around with a chip. on his shoulder.
He is not, ready to fight at “the drop
of the hat” on any and all occasions.
He will stand a whole lot rather than
plunge his country into the horrors of
war. But his_performance inthe civil
war will stand forever as an imperish-
able glory and a permanent warning to
the predatory nations of the earth
against pushing him too far. The
American does not take war lightly.
The German is said to regard war as
a sacred duty—so does the American,
but from different reasons.
"Jeffries, put me here\to stop this
kind of rowdyism on the stages,” he
said to Lefever on their way back to
the barn. “This is a good time to be-
gin. And Sassoon and Gale Morgan
are good men to begin with,” he added.
As the horses of the two men
emerged from the canyon they saw a
slender horsewoman riding in toward
the barn from the Music Mountain
trail. . She stopped in front of McAl-
pin, the barn boss,. who stood outside
the office door. McAlpin, the old Medi-
heard from the gloom above him. But
he could not place the voice. “You
seem to move around a good deal in
your sleep. If you’re awake, keep still.
I’ve come from Sleepy Cat to get you.
Don’t mind looking- ror your gun and
knife. Two men are with me. You
can have your choice. We’ve got a
horse, for you. You can ride away from
us here inside the gap, and take what
hits you in the back, or you can go to
Sleepy Cat with us and stand your
trial. I’ll read your warrant when the
sun gets a little higher. Get up and
choose quick.”
Sassoon could not see who had sub-
dued him, nr did he take long to de-
cide what to do. With less trouble
than he expected, the captor got his
man sullenly on horseback, and gave
him severely plain directions as to
what to do. Sassoon, neither bound
nor, gagged, was told o ride his horse
down the gap closely ahead of De
told a story about the circus elephant
when he was a little boy and wore
knickerbockers and didn’t have a bird
cage tied to his tail, which his aunt
said was very risky—for the cage. And
when it grew dark they turned on the
electric lights and played the grapho. .
phone.
The little rabbit was so happy he
couldn’t keep still, but hopped around
with the circus elephant, dancing the
tango and the turkey trot, and the:
White Lady Elephant laughed till she
had a pain in her trunk—I mean in her
side.
By and by, when the. Old Grand-
mothergoose Clock struck twelve they
all went to bed, but first the elphant
untied the parrot’s cage from his tail
for he was afraid he’d have bad dreams
if he didn’t.
But, oh dear me! Isn’t it too bad?
Something happened before daybreak.
I was hoping we could'get through the
night without an accident, but it seems
we can’t. All of a sudden, just like
that, they heard hoarse voices singing
outside:
portion of the building was so chse
to him that he instantly reined up to
seek hiding from its upper and lower
windows.
From Scott’s accurate description he
knew the place. This was Duke Mor-
gan’s ranchhouse, set as a. fortress al-
most at the mouth of the gap.. To pass
it unobserved was to compass the most
ticklish part of his mission, and with-
out changing his slow pace he rode on.
No bullet challenged him and no sound
came from the silent house. He can-
tered away from the peril, thinking
with a kind of awe of Nan, asleep, so
close, under that roof—confident, too,
he had not been seen—though, in mat-
ter of fact, he had been.
Other cabins back toward the north
wall could be seen dimly to his right,
but all were well removed from his
way. In due time, as' Scott had ad-
vised, he saw confronting him, not far
ahead, a small, ruinous-looking cabin
shack. Dismounting before this, he
threw his lines, shook himself a little,
and walked up to the cabin door. It
was open.
De Spain called gruffly to the cabin
inmate. There was no answer. He
hitched his trouser band near to the.
butt of his revolver with his right
hand, and laid his left on the jamb of
the door, his eyes meantime boring the
darkness to the left, where Sassoon’s
bed should be. The utmost scrutiny
failed to disclose any sign of it or any
sound of breathing from that corner.
He took a few steps toward where the
man should be asleep, and perceived
beyond a doubt that there was no bed
in the corner at all. He turned toward
the other corner, his hand covering
the butt of his gun. “Hello, Shike!”
he called out in a lightly strained tone
of camaraderie, addressing Sassoon by
a Common nickname. Then he lis-
tened. A trumpeting snore answered.
No sound was ever sweeter to De
Spain’s ear. The rude noise cleared
the air and steadied the intruder as if
Music mountain' itself, had been lifted
off his nerves.
He tried again: “Where are ; you,
Shike?” he growled. “What’s this stuff
on the floor?” he continued, shuffling
his way ostentatiously to the other
side of the room. He felt his way to-
ward the inner door. This was where
he expected to find it, and it was
closed. He laid a hand gingerly on the
latch. /“‘Where are you, Shike?” he
demanded again, this time with an im-
patient expletive summoned for the
occasion. A second fearful snore an-
swered him. De Spain, relieved, al-
most laughed as he pushed the door
open, though not sure whether a curse
or a shot would greet him. He got
De Spain gave his horse his head—■
it was still too dark to distinguish the
path—and advanced at a snail’s pace
until he passed the base of El Capitan, ,
when of sudden, as he rode out from
among high projecting rocks full into
the1 opening, faint rays of light from
the eastern dawn revealed the narrow,
strangely inclosed and perfectly hid-
den valley before him.
De Spain caught his breath. No de-
scription he had ever heard of the
nook that screened the Morgans from,
the outside world had prepared him
for what he saw. From side to side
between the.frowning cliffs which rose,
at points, half a mile into the sky, it
was several miles, and the gap was
more than as much in depth, as it ran
back to a mere wedge between un-
named Superstition peaks.
Every moment that he pushed ahead
warned him that daylight would come
suddenly and his time to act would be
short. The trail he followed broad-
ened into a road, and a turn brought
him up startled and almost face to
face with a long, rambling ranch-
house. The gable end of the two-story
Spain, managing with his knee to keep
his own horse'moving alongside Nan
as she edged away.
Nan, without speaking, ruthlessly
widened the distance between the two.
De Spain unobtrusively spurred his
steed to greaer activity. “You must
have a great deal of game around you.
Do you hunt?” he asked.
He knew she was famed as a hunt-
ress, but he could make no headway
whatever against her studied reserve
and when at length she excused her-
self and turned her pony from the
Sleepy Cat road into the Morgan gap
trail, De Spain had been defeated in
every attempt to arouse the slightest
interest in anything he had said. But,
watching with regret,. at the partins.
the trim lines of her figure as she
dashed away on the desert trail, seated
as if a part of her spirited horse, he
felt only a fast-rising resolution to at-
tempt again . to break through her
stubborn reticence and know her bet-
ter.
We will find them all in rainbow land,
The castles we built on the shifting
sand—
Eyes that answered a touch of the
hand,
in the* olden. days, so far, so sweet.
We will find them untouched by pass-
ing years,
But songs will replace the falling
tears.
The miles will be glad with welcom-
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SUBSCRIPTION RATES
WHAT TO PLANT.
Beaumont Enterprise:
Land owners who expect to puts new
ground in cultivation and farmers who
are increasing their- acreages of food
crops to aid the country during the
war' will do well to take the advice of
County Demonstration Agent Smith.
Mr. Smith suggests that crops be
grown which may be saved for winter
consumption. Chief of these are beans
and potatoes, which may be planted
with hope of maturing successfully up
to June 1.
Vegetables are of course important.
But products of garden and truck
farm are not easily kept after the sea-
son of their growth, nor usually grown
in quantities sufficient to justify can-
ning. Green vegetables will assist ma-
terially in reducing the cost of living
during the summer, and will take a
part of the strain off the larger food
producing areas, but it is most impor-
tant to plant crops for fall maturity
and on sufficient acreage to more than
supply the local demand.
Mr. Smith’s advice sums up the need:
Beans, peas and potatoes.
she sat with her back to him, was
enough to assure him of Nan Morgan.
He spurred ahead fast enough to over-
hear a request she was making of Mc-
Alpin to mail a letter for her. She
also asked McAlpin, just as De Spain
drew up, whether the down stage had
passed. McAlpin told her it had. De
Spain, touching his hat, spoke: “I am
going right up to Sleepy Cat. I'll mail
your letter if you wish.”
She looked at him in some surprise,
and then glanced toward Lefever, who
'now rode up. De Spain was holding
Unnecessary.
An Atlanta lawyer tells of a newly
qualified judge in one of the towns of
the South -who was trying one of his
first criminal cases. The prisoner was
an old negro charged with robbing a
hencoop. Fie had been in court before
ori a similar charge and was then ac-
quitted.
“Well, Henry,” observed the judge,
“I see you are in trouble again.”
“Yessuh,” replied the negro, “the
last time, jedge, you will recollect,
you was my lawyer.”
“Where is your lawyer this time?”
"I ain’t got no lawyer this time,”
said Henry, “I’s going to tell the
truth.”—Exchange.
In last night’s story you remember
I said I would tell you what the White
Lady Elephant did when she saw Billy
Bunny and the Parrot on the Circus
Elephant. Well, the first thing she did
was to exclaim:
“My little nephew has come back
from the circus!” And, would you be-
lieve it, the big, kind Circus Elephant
began to cry. You see, when he was
a boy he had run away and joined a
circus, and this was the first time since
then that he had seen his good Ele-
phant Aunt.
“Come right in, Billy, and bring your
friends in, too. Dearie me!' I remem-
ber so well how you used to look in
your little blue gingham trousers,” and
, then she began to cry, which made the
Circus Elephant, of'course, cry all the
more, and presently their tears made a
little pond right on the parlor floor.
And when the neat little white lady
elephant saw this she dried her eyes
with her pocket handkerchief and the
floor with a big clean rag, and then
she made some tea and toast, and
brought out a jar of jam, and every-
body had a fine feast, and the Parrot
was so polite she never once said
“Polly wants a cracker.” which was
mighty lucky, for the White Lady Ele-
phant didn’t have a cracker in the
house, for it wasn’t the Fourth, of July,
and so why should she?
And after that they all sat round and
talked, and the White Lady - Elephant
pressed the muzzle of his gun to his
prisoner’s side. “You’ve got one chance
yet, Shike, to ride put of here alive,”
Jie said composedly. “You know I am
a rustler—cousin of John Rebstock’s.
My name is ‘French’; I belong in Wil-
liams cache. I rode in last night, from
Thief river, and you are riding out
with me to start me on to the Sleepy
Cat trail. If you can remember that
much—” . ' '
De Spain stopped half-way through
his sentence. The figure revealed in
the half-light .puzzled him at first.
Then it confused and startled him. He
saw it wasn't a man at all, but a
woman and a woman than whom, he
would rather have seen six men. It
was Nan Morgan.
With her head never more decisively
set under her mannish hat, her waist
never more attractively outlined in
slenderness, she silently faced De
Spain in the morning gray. His face
reflected his chagrined .perplexity.- He
could already see Nan’s eyes. They
were bent keenly first on him, then on
his companion, and again on him. De
Spain kept his face down as much as
he dared, and. his hat had been pulled
well over it from the beginning.
(To Be Continued.)
A Practical Socialist.
Po—“Your room-mate says that he
is a practical Socialist.” Dunk—"He
must be. He wears my shirts, smokes
my tobacco and writes to my girls.”
-—Panther.
One of the silliest assertions at-
Name Was Familiar.
The woman asked the negro his name
when he applied for a job.
“Mah name is Poe, ma’am.”
“Poe? Perhaps some of your family
worked for Edgar Allan Poe.”
The negro’s eyes opened in surprise.
“Why—” he gasped, “why, • Ah am
Edgar Allan Poe.”—Exchange.
the German naval minister. Von Ca-
pelle, who says: “The U-boats have
shattered the nerve of England, and
through her, of her allies.’’ The best
answer to that visionary claim is
Lloyd-George’s Guild hall statement:
“The Germans think we are done for,
but they do not know the race they
are dealing with.” Just as England’s
blockade has forced the Teutons to
take extraordinary measures to pro-
duce their own food and to learn the
virtue of privation, so the German
blockade may force England, France
and Italy to do likewise—and they are
able to do so with much greater facili-
ty than the Germans and Austrians,
because they will still be able to get a
large measure of support from Ameri-
ca, regardless of the submarine cam-
paign.
Then I will join you,. and we’ll ride in
before daylight, and perhaps catch him
while everybody is asleep.”
“If 'you do,” predicted Scott, in his
deliberate Way of expressing a conclu-
sion, “I think you’ll get him.”
It was so arranged.
De Spain joined his associates at
dark outside the gap. Neither Sassoon
nor his friends had been seen. The
night was still, the sky cloudless, and
as the three men with a led horse rode
at midnight into the mountains, the
great red heart of the Scorpion shone
afire in the southern sky. Spreading
ance against the meditative guard, and
his was one not tempered either by
prudence or calculation. -His chance
came. one night when Elpaso had un-
wisely allowed himself to be drawn
into a card game at Calabasas inn. El-
paso was notoriously a stickler for a
square deal at cards. A dispute found
him without a friend. in the room.
Sassoon reached for him with a knife/
McAlpin was the first to get the
news at the barn. He gave first aid to
the helpless guard, and, without
dreaming he could be got to a sur-
geon alive, rushed . him in a light
wagon to the hospital at Sleepy Cat,
where it was said that he must have
more lives than a wildcat. Sassoon,
not caring to brave De Spain's anger
in town, went temporarily into hiding.
Elpaso, in the end, justified his old
reputation by making a recovery-
haltingly, it is .true, and with perilous
intervals of sinking, but a recovery.
It was while he still lay in the hos-
pital and hope was very low that De
Spain and Lefever rode, one hot morn-
ing’, into Calabasas and were told by
McAlpin that Sassoon had been seen
within five minutes at the inn. To Le-
fever the news was like a bubbling
spring to a thirsty man. His face
beamed, he tightened his belt, shook
out his gun, and looked with benevo-
lent interest on De Spain, who stood
pondering. “If you will stay right here,
Henry,” he averred convincingly, “I
will go over and get Sassoon.”
The chief stage-guard, Bob Scott,
the Indian, was in the barn. He smiled
rainbow land where the trails all
meet.
—Chart Pitt, N. Y. Times.
begin in that cit} the building of a
steamship ‘130 feet in length,' 25 feet
wide and of 10 feet draft. The steamer
will carry -200 tons of freight and 24
first-class passengers and will ply
among the ports of the gulf. -
That will be the largest ship ever
constructed in Mexico and shows us of
Houston that even the Mexican can
beat us to a good thing. If Manuel
Angel Fernandez of Vera Cruz 'can
build a steamer and operate it in the
gulf trade at a profit, the business men.
of Houston can build steamships' and
operate them at a profit.
And the day may be not far distant
when Houston capitalists will look
back at the year 1917 and say: “That
was a glorious opportunity" to plac
Houston on the map. Had We taken
advantage of it, our city" woull now be
as great commercially as Vera Cruz,
and Port Arthur, and Beaumont, and
Orange.”
neither. And a welcome surprise in
the dim light came through a stuffy
pane of glass at one end of the room.
It revealed at the other end a man
stretched asleep on a wall bunk—a
man that would, in all likelihood, have
heard the stealthiest sound had any ef-
fort been made to conceal it, but to
whose ears the rough voices of a
mountain cabin are mere sleeping po-
tions.
The sleeper woke to feel a hand laid
lightly on his shoulder. The instinct
of self-preservation acted like a flash.
His eyes opened and his hands struck
out like a cat’s paws to the right and
left: no knife and no revolver met
them. Instead, in the semidarkness a
strange face bent over him. His fists
shot out together, only to be caught
in a vise that broke his arms in two at
the elbows, and forced them back
against his throat. A knee, like an
anvil, pushed inexorably into his stom-
ach and heart and lungs. Another lay
across his right arm, and his strug-
gling left arm he could not, though his
eyes burst with the strain from their
sockets, release from where, eaglelike
claws gripped at his throat and shut
off his breath. He lay still. '
"Are you awake, Shike?” Sassoon
at Lefever’s enthusiasm. “Sassoon,"
said he, “is slippery.”
“You’d better let us go along and
see you do it,” suggested De Spain,
who with the business in hand grew
thoughtful.
“Gentlemen, I thank you,” protested
Lefever, raising one hand in depreca-
tion, the other resting lightly on his
holster. “We still have some little
reputation to maintain along the sinks.
Don’t let us make it a posse for Sas-
soon.” No one opposed him further,
and he rode away" alone.
“It won’t be any trouble for John
to bring Sassoon in,” murmured Scott,
who spoke with a smile and in the low
tone and deliberate manner of the In-
dian, “if he can find him.”
Lefever rode down to the inn with-
out seeing a living thing anywhere
about it. When he dismounted in
front he thought he heard sounds with-
in the barroom, but, pushing open the
door and looking circumspectly into
the room before entering, he w.as sur-
prised to find it empty. He noticed,
however, that the sash of the low win-
dow on his left, which looked into the
patio, was open, and two heelmarks in
the hard clay suggested that a man
might have jumped through. Running
out of the front door, he sprang into
his saddle and rode to where he could
signal De Spain and Scott to come up.
He told his story as they" joined
him, and the three returned to the inn.
A better tracker than either of his
companions, Scott after a minute con-
firmed their belief that Sassoon must
have escaped by the window. He then
took the two men out to where some-
one, within a few minutes, had mount-
ed a horse and galloped off.
“But where has he gone?” demanded
Lefever, pointing with his hand.
“There is the road both ways for
three miles.’* Scott nodded toward
the snow-capped peak of Music moun-
tain. “Over to Morgan’s, most likely.
He knows no one would follow him
into the gap.”
“After him!” cried Lefever hotly. De
Spain looked inquiringly at the guard.
Scott shood his head. “That would be
all right, but there’s two other Cala-
basas men in the gap this afternoon it j
wouldn’t be nice to mix up with—Deaf
Sandusky and Harvey Logan.”
“We won’t mix with .’them,” suggest-
ed De Spain.
. -If we tackle Sassoon, they’ll mix
with us,” explained Scott. He reflect- .
ed a moment. “They always stay at.
Gale Morgan’s or Duke’s. We might
sneak Sassoon out without their get-
ting on. Sassoon knows he is safe in
the gap; but he’ll hide even after he
gets there. I’ve got the Thief River
run this afternoon—”
“Don’t take your run this afternoon,”
directed De Spain. “Telephone Sleepy
Cat. for a substitute. Suppose we go
back, get something to eat, and you
two ride singly over toward the gap
this after-noon; lie outside under cover
to se whether Sassoon or his friends
leave before night—there’s only one
way out of the place, they tell me
In Germany" there is a renaissance
of the once popular song: “Let the
Women do the Work.”
CHARTER IV. ,
First Blood at Calabasas.
Nothing more than De. Spain’s an-
nouncement that he would sustain his
stage-guards. was necessary to arouse
a violent resentment at Calabasas and
among the Morgan following. The
grievance against Elpaso was made a
general one along the line. His stage
was singled out and ridden at times
both by Sandusky and Logan—the
really dangerous men of the Spanish
sinks-—and by Gale Morgan and Sas-
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soon to stir up trouble.
. All Calabasas knew that Elpaso, if
he had to, would fight, and that the
eccentric guard w.as not actually" to be
cornered with impunity. Even Logan,
who, like Sandusky, was known to be
without fear and without mercy, felt,
at least a respect for Elpaso’s short-
ened shotgun, and stopped this side
Poetry and7Persiflage
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MUSIC MOUNTAIN
By Frank H.Spearman. ,
I Author of Whispering Smith.
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