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CARROLLTON CHRONICLE
t' "Ill
^ WATER,
BEARER,
*| J.ALLAN DUNN
AUTHOR, y 'A MAN TO HIS MATE"
"RIMROCK TRAIL *
COPYRIGHT 6r
DODO. MEAD snd CO.
W N U. SERVICE
THE CLINTONS
ly 1
manoa creek, In California. Caleb
Warner, civil engineer, and a
New Knarlander, in witness of the
end of a coyote pulled down by
two wolfhoundn, urged on by a
girl rider. Admiring the hounds,
he Introduces himself, and learns
her name Is Clinton. With west-
ern hospitality she invites him to
inch
the ranc
meet her father.
CHAPTER II
—2—
El Nido and Padilla
The Rancho El Nido, which means
The Nest, was well mured. Behind
the lee of the tall eucalypts, planted
In two rows at right angles, nestled
the building of the ranch-house, built
In old Californian fashion of adobe
brick, red tiled, In the shape of a
hollow square Inclosing a patio-gar-
den. It was on a rising ground above
the stream that ran between trees
heavily mantled with wild grapevines.
About the bouse, and Its barns and
sheds and corrals, grew orelmrd trees,
peach and apricot, almond, cherry,
walnut. There were some orange and
lemon trees and a few figs. There
was a vineyard and the patio whs a
riot of flowers. A spring bubbled up
In the exact center of the court and
hnd been confined witliln a stone basin
with one nutlet out of which the over-
flow rippled and ran under an arch-
way In the foundation of the house.
The place was nbove all a home,
long-settled, deep-rooted. If a nest,
built on the ground, as some nests
are, may be fancied to have taken
root. The place was well styled El
Nido.
Back to It. In the twilight, nt the
urgent suggestion of the girl’s father,
a suggestion that was half command,
holding such spontaneous Invitation
that It could not be refused without
a touch of churlishness, came CHleb,
returning front the stream above the
waterfull, packing a well-filled creel.
The girl rose from an outer porch
as he came up from the stream and
t met him at the steps. She was trans-
formed. A soft gown of white had
wrought magic and she received the
hontuge of Caleb’s surprised and
frankly admiring gaze demurely. He
opened the lid of the creel for her In-
spection.
“You know how to cast a fly In
Massachusetts," she said. "They are
beauties. We shall have them for sup-
per. Wang!"
A fat and genial Chinaman, Immactl-
Inte In white, appeared at the fur end
of the gallery, came forward and took
the fish with a chuckle of approval.
“Suppcli leady twenty mlnnlt, Miss
Betty," he snld as he waddled off.
"Betty—Betty Clinton t" He had her
name at last und thought It suited her.
“You’ll want to wash up. Marla will
show you to your room.”
"My room?”
"You are to stay here tonight. Fa-
ther would not hear of you going.
There Is no moon. It Is three miles
down the canyon to the station nt
Heyward. Seven by the road. And
there nre no trains that you could
catch conveniently.’*
She led the way In and delivered
him to Marla, fatter than Wang, ample
of breast, triple of chin, Spanish of
look and accent.
"Marla," snld the girl, "Is the actual
rtiler of El Nido. You must (inss In-
spection by Marla to be welcome here.
You have fifteen minutes. We shall bo
In the big room at the north end. You
can come In through the patio."
It was altogether a little astounding.
Caleb reflected, as he made what toilet
he could, lie hnd come to the valley
unheralded, without mutual acquaint-
ance, without Introduction, and here
he wan, pressed as a guest, almost as
a friend. In Massachunetta—he laughed
nt himself In the mirror as he fussed
with his lie. This was California, a
country to Itself, with very pleasunt
customs. And he was aware that Ills
welcome would he as his behavior.
But It waa all very pleasant, very
Western.
The hlg room ran the full length of
one side of the house. At either end a
quarter was raised by two steps,
arched off, one purt u library and
study, the wnlls covered with hooks,
the other end more distinctly feminine
with a piano, flowers, Inviting chnlrs
of wicker and good rugs, some pictures
on the walls. The Intermediate space
was common ground, dining room and
living room combined. The place wns
lit with oil lamps In wrought-lron
brackets and with candles in branch-
ing holders for the table. The meal,
with the rustling, hestarched Marla, In
black gown and white apron, superin-
tending Wang, who served aa well as
he had cooked, was perfection.
The girl presided over the main
dlahes. Her father, tall, erect, gray-
ltalred. gray of cloae-cllppad mustache
and goatee, had one sleeve tucked In
the side pocket of his coat.
“I shall put the formal Interroga-
tion. sir," he said to Caleb. "How do
you find the West?"
"I find It eager. And I like It. We
hustle in the East hut our ways and
means are settled.”
"Eager? I like your term. And I
uni glud you like the West. We shall
hope to see more of you."
"You have lived here long?” asked
Caleb.
“My grandfather settled here In
eighteen-forty. He waa oue of Fre-
mont’s cavalry legion. He helped to
take California from Pico. He was on
the shores of Monterey bay when the
British landed from their frigates and
found they were too lute. My father
was then ten years old. I was one
when he went back to Virginia and
fought In the War of the Secession.
For the South. I beg your pardon,
sir.”
Caleb cauglit Betty Clinton smiling
at him.
"Not at all, sir,” he answered. “My
own grundfuther fought for the North.
But that was two generations ago.
Now I know.” he added with an an-
swering smile, “why you, Miss Clinton,
called me ‘Yank’ with such unction.”
"My grandfather used to say,” said
Clinton, “that he was always cautious
when he fought the Yanks hut that he
downright feared them when It came
to businesa. But you are right, sir.
That la all past. I fought In (he Span-
ish war side by side with many gulluut
Tha Trail Dipped Down Toward Wa.
ter Level, Fording the Stream.
gentlemen from New England. One of
them wns major in my company. If
It had not been for him I might have
lost more than this." He touched his
empty sleeve.
“You held rank, slrT"
"I wns n captuln. It was a volunteer
rank. I do not use It now. My sword
is a plowshare. I have sufficient
souvenir.”
Culeb thought he detected a little
bitterness in the reference to the miss-
ing limb.
Caleb noticed that Clinton refrained
from any query ns to his guest’s status
in the war. Nor did he mention It him-
self. He was tired of talking about It.
The states were full of men who had
done ns much us he had.
“What nre you going to do in
Callfornln?” asked the girl, “The term
civil engineer Is a wide one. What
does It menu to you? Bridges? Rail-
roads?”
"It wns predestined." said Onfeh, He
struek a match and showed her a seal
at the end of his wuteh chain. On
the green stone two purullel zigzags
were graven.
"The Zodiac sign of Aquurlus, the
Water Bearer. It Is the eleventh sign
and the sun enters It shout the twenty-
first of January, the day that I was
horn. So I am a water engineer, both
by choice and hy predestination.”
She gave a little cry as she hent
forward to look at the seal. The light
of the swlft-hurnlng match brought
her fnce out of the durkness like a
cameo.
"Isn’t that altogether curious and
delightful," she said. “1 wonder."
"I don’t know what will offer," Caleb
said. "I cannot wait too long. I have
neither the means nor the Indlnsdon
to srny Idle. I have not had very
much practical experience—ns such
things go—but I should rather tie up
with a new enterprise thun work with
n completed project. Of course, I
should like shove everything to be able
to inaugurate some scheme, plun It.
devolop It. I must look for my op
portunlty.”
“That Is what I should prefer. If 1
were a mnn," said the girl, and Caleb
sensed a growing approval of hlui In
her tone, and warmed to it. "To crest*
something, to he a Water Bearer, to
the thirsty earth or to thirsty people.
To make a city grow where none has
been, or render dry lands fertile.”
"Do you expect to settle out West?"
asked Clinton. "To make your home
here?"
“I hadn't gone quite as far as that,"
answered Caleb with a smile. "It de-
pends upon whether I get the chance
to settle—I meun hy that If work opens
up. I like the West I should like to
make a home here, I think. I have
none elsewhere,” he added simply. "I
have relatives In the East, and I even
own a house out there—but It Isn't a
home any longer, since both my father
and mother are dead.”
There are alienees that create an at-
mosphere more sympathetic than the
finest choice of phrase. Caleb found
himself talking of Ills plnns In greater
extension than lie would have consid-
ered possible to chance-met, recent ac-
quaintances. lie had, he told them, a
little motley, he had a chance to sell
his Massachusetts house that held
open Indefinitely. This, with Ills train-
ing, and his youth, constituted his cap- i
Itnl, At the end of the evening, In his 1
room, the windows open, admitting
the fragrance of the patio garden, the
subdued chuckle of the overflow' from
the spring basin, he reullzed that he
hud done little hut talk about himself
and his own affulrs.
He wondered whether he had not
been a hit of a prig, even a bore. He
had shown no appreciation of the girl's
femininity, had surely been lacking In
even conventional gallantry. Girls,
Caleb believed, liked that sort of
thing—-expected it. Yet, talking to her
In the dusk of the veranda had been a
good deal like talking to another man.
Her intelligence was keen, her Interest
had not seemed feigned.
Meanwhile, In her own chamber,
Betty Clinton came to a favorable con-
clusion In the same matter.
•‘For h Yunk,” she told herself, as
she arranged her hair for the night In
two great, shining bralas, "he is quite
agreeable—so far. I think I am going
to like Caleb Warner."
• ••*•••
Caleb decided not to outstay his wel-
come. He announced his luteutlon ut
breakfast.
“We shall Ir'oe to see you again,”
said Clinton aud Betty backed Ills In-
vitation.
She seemed u little older this nidrn-
Ing, appearing the well-poised hostess
in her housegown. To Culeb, still new
to western ways, It was hard to recon-
cile this housewifely person presiding
over the silver coffee urn with the
rider on the pinto, galloping hard after
her hounds to the kilt. Yet there waa
no real discrepancy, no loss of dignity,
of sex. And she made the girls that
Caleb had grown up with seem sul-
denly constricted In his recollection.
“You are not to walk down to the
train," she told him. "1 am sorry that
I cunnot drive you but I have a lot to
do. You shall ride the Don. Padilla
will go with you and bring him back.
And we sre to see you again. Soon."
Caleb wag not at all certain of his
prowess In the saddle. To his relief
the horse turned out to be a natural
single-footer, racking along with a
smooth motion that left him utmost
motionless In the saddle. The selec-
tion whs, he felt, another ludlcatloa
of kindly tuct.
Budilin, swarthy, bow-legged, agile,
bore signs of battle that had coma
close to maiming hltn. The left side
of his face was marked with n puck-
ered scar, purple against his brown
skin. It ran from eye to chin, a rak-
ing weal that showed where the flesh
must have been laid open hy a fright-
ful blow, lie wore no coat and his
sleeves were rolled hjgh. His left fore-
urn! wns scored with cicatrices. His
left side seemed shrunken between hip
and shoulder. Caleb was conscious
that all down the ennyon, Bndllla sub-
jected him to a close scrutiny. When
directly In front of him he eonld nl-
most feel Padilla’s black eyes boring
between Ills shoulder blades. Despite
the unworded recommendation that the
Mexican held from his employment nt
El Nido, Caleb fancied him a better
companion for high noon thun a dark
night.
The trail dipped down towards
water level, fording the stream. CHleb
reined In to let the Don drink the
bright water and Padlllu followed ex-
ample. As they sat side hy side the
Mexlenn spoke for the first time.
"Eet was here, seuor,” he said, “that
I got these.”
He touched his cheek, his left ribs,
and tapped Ills left forearm with a
swift gesture.
"Eet was a puma, senor. A cougar,
a Hon of tbe mountains. Cnrmjo! Al-
most eet keel me, Luis Padilla. Knife
against cIhws an’ teeth, senor. And
the knife ween, Theeu knife.”
With the sume swift deftness ho
half drew a shining blade from a
sheath that was tucked Inside the belt
of ills trousers, then replaced It. The
speedy excitation of the Igitln con-
vulsed Ills features. They twisted In
a ferocious snsrl, they looked as they
must have appeared In the actual con-
flict. Culeb thought.
DADDY’S
EVENING
FAIRYTALE
^Mary Graham Bonner
tt*>7*c/FT 0Y W£jm» *fWJ**H* UMXT
RUNNER RABBIT’S AD-
VENTURE
At the edge of the woods lived Run-
ner Rabbit und his family.
He had been well named, for he was
one of the fuateat runners the rabbit
family had ever known.
That I* saying a good deal, toe, for
the rabbits have always been fumed
for their powers of running.
Runner Rabbit was a very beautiful
black-and-white rabbit. Ills eyes were
pink and he stuck his ears way up in
the air whenever he was Interested In
anything—which was pretty nearly all
the time.
For Runner Rabbit wns very glnd he
was alive, and he had many friends
and exciting adventures,
Mrs. Runner Rabbit was white with
only two black spota, and the children
were like both their mother and daddy.
They were old enough now for Run-
ner Rabbit to think they were worth
noticing, though when they were little
babies he might huve eaten them up.
You see, daddy rabbits, can never
remember that the little bits of crea-
tures Hint the mothers are paying so
much attention to will grow up to be
fine animals—and so, when they are
very small, the mother rabbits keep
the duddles out of the wny.
One day Runner Rabbit was taking
a walk.
"It’s a fine day,” he said to a song
sparrow he saw perched on a tree
nearby.
The song sparrow trilled a little song
and chirped that he agreed with Run-
This Padilla seems to be an
interne tort of person. What’a
bis purposa with Warner?
(TO BB CONTINUED 1
Early Actreaaea
Actresses appear to have been un-
known to the ancients In earliest
limes, feinnle parts In dramntlc per-
formances being tsken by males. Ac-
tresses appeared on the stage under
the Roman empire. The first Eng-
lish actress Is snld to have been Mrs.
Column, who performed the purt n
"Tunthe” in Davenam’s "Sle.e <
Rhodes," In ISM.
"Nontense,’’ Said Runner Rabbit, “I’m
Not Afraid.”
ner Rabbit that it wus an extremely
nice day.
"But where are you going?” he
asked.
“Over to the vegetable garden back
of the home you see yonder," said
Runner, "There are carrots over
there.”
And Runner Rabbit’s pink eyes
looked very bright and happy over the
prospect of having carrots for supper.
"I don’t advise you to go there," said
the song sparrow, “for they keep a
big dog."
“Nonsense,” said Runner Rabbit,
“I’m not afraid. Besides. I’ve never
heard him bark. Dogs always bark,
you know."
"I know that, but I know one Is
there,” said the song sparrow sadly,
as he saw Runner Rabbit go on.
But later on he saw him corning run-
ning back for all he was worth, and
Dash, the farmer's dog, chasing him.
Runner reached the brier patch Just
In thne, and the dog, who couldn't get
through the rough bushes, turned
home.
“I’m so glad I can run.” panted Run-
ner. and Mrs. Runner Rabbit said:
"So um I, but don’t go looking for
trouble again!”
Runner Rabbit promised. Mrs. Run-
ner Rabbit’s children were very fine,
and they were glad to have their dad-
dy safe aud sound. But their mother
they loved best. She had cared for
them when they were little.
She had watched over them and
taught them to stay quite still in their
nest of leaves when she went out for
food.
She covered them over with long
grass and warned them that they
mustn't move, for the woods were full
of dangers they still new nothing
about.
She taught them how to stay per-
fectly still like statues when an an-
imal appeared and how to give the
•tony stare which Is one of the tricks
of the wood creatures. They copied
Mrs. Runner as she showed them how
to brush their ears with their claws.
She taught them how to thump
on the ground, which Is the rabbits'
way of signaling or telephoning to
ench other that danger Is near, or that
goods things to eat are close at hund.
She taught them how to drink dew
water and water that has not become
dirty. And she taught them how to
know oue kind of signal from the
other.
Then, when all these lessons were
learned, she rubbed her whiskers
against each one In turn and said they
were really well-acbooled rabbits now,
Then they had met their daddy.
Hia Wife’s Tongue Made Him
• Pirate
yN THE enrly purt of the Eighteenth
A century there lived on the island
of Barbados a retired British army
officer named MaJ. Stede Bonnet. A
man of good birth, education and some
wealth, he was highly respected by
his neighbors and there apparently
wns no reuson whatever for his ac-
tion when. In the spring of 171T, he
decided to become a pirate. But his-
tory, that industrious gossip, snya
there wns a reason und that reason
wus Dame Bonnet. She, so It Is said,
had a tongue which would have made
Xantippe stand silent In awe. So be-
tween piracy and petulance, tbe major
chose piracy.
He purchased a swift schooner,
which he named the Revenge, und set
forth upon what was supposed to hs
a trading voyage, A few days out
from port, he hoisted the black flag
and announced to Ills crew that they
were to be pirates.
From the Curollnas to Massa-
chusetts the new pirate leader mur-
dered and robbed and he Is one of
the few pirates who Is known to havs
forced his captives to walk the plank.
On one occasion he fell In with the
pirate Blnckbeurd, who noticed that
Bonnet wus only an amateur pirate
and humiliated him hy depriving him
of his command and making him a
clerk.
Soon afterwards while Blackbeard
wns Hhsent Bonnet went to Gov. Eden
of North Carolina, surrendered and
received a pardon. Then he annonneed
that he was going to get a commis-
sion as a privateer and ravage the
French and Spanish shipping In the
West Indies. He got « crew by go-
ing to the island where Blackbeard
had marooned some of his men, took
them off and told them that he was
going to seek out Blnckheard and have
revenge. He failed to find the famous
pirate, so he sailed away to the North.
On this cruise he changed the name
of his vessel to the Royal James—
a doubtful compliment to the Young
Pretender—and himself took the name
of Captain Thotnas. After looting a
number of vessels off the Middle At-
lantic coast Bonnet again turned
south, only to find that the CHrolInas
were aroused against him. A promi-
nent citizen of South Carolina named
William Rhett led an expedition In
two ships against the pirate leader
and after one of the bloodiest bat-
tles ever fought between pirutes and
the forces of the law, Rhett captured
Bonnet and took him to Churles Town
to be tried. Bonnet made the most
abject, cowardly plea for mercy, hut
he was found guilty and sentenced to
be hanged. He managed to escape
from prison but was again captured
on Sullivan’s island by Rhett. He
died In Execution dock, Nov. 2-1, 171S
Unaware of Her Preaence
Mr. Blank was nut In his garage re-
pairing Ills enr one evening when lit-
tle Eleanor and her father strolled in.
The two men soon became engrossed
In the work, Mr. Blank swearing In ex-
asperation occasionally. Finally Elea-
nor spoke up quietly and with much
dignity said, “Daddy, I don't believe
Mr. Blank know* I’m here."
MRS. BASSETT
ALWAYS TIRED
Now in Good Health by Using
\ Lydia EL Pinkham’s Vege-
table Compound
l-anrlng. Michigan.—“I bars taken
Lydia E Pinkham’s Vegetable Com-
I pound whenever I
needed It. When I
first used It I was
so bad I could hardly
walk across t h •
room without cry-
ing. I waa tired all
the time. I think
my trouble waa com-
ing on me for alz
months before I
realized It. I read
of your wonderful
medicine In tbe
paper, and • • • my husband
bought me a bottle, and after the first
few doses I felt better, so kept on
taking It until I waa well and strong.
I take It at times when I feel tired and
It helps me. I will always have a good
word for your medicine and tell any-
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recommended it to my neighbor for her
girl, who Is sixteen years old. and It
was Just what she needed. She is feel-
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day.”—Mas. E. F. Bassett, 216 South
Hayford Avenue, Lansing, Michigan.
1>0 not continue to feel all run-down
and half sick when Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound is sold by drug-
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medicine and haa been used by women
for over fifty years.
American foreign trade with ull con-
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during 192-1-1925.
A Plaything of Fate
C*ATE must have been In a playful
■T mood when Captain Greaves was
horn. Fate drove him Into piracy, hut
could not make him tit Into the pic-
ture of the regulation type of plrnte,
for he was too kind of heart. Fat*
condemned him to a pirate's death,
then saved him by a miracle.
He was the son of a slave In Bar-
bados, one of the thousands of
Scotch and Irish who were sent there
hv Cromwell during the Civil war In
England. Because of their Imre knees,
these slaves were called Red l.ogs and
Captain Greaves is often spoken of
| as "alias Red Legs.’’ His master was
kind and guve him a good education.
When this master died the boy was sold
to another—a cruel one.
He Immediately ran away, swam
across Cnrllsle hay, hut unfortunately
climbed upon the wrong ship and
found himself In the clutches of Cap-
lain Hawkins, a notoriously cruel pi-
rate. So Greaves unwillingly became
a plrHte Hnd quickly rose to eminence
In the profession, although he was re-
markable for his refusal to torture
prisoners or kill unnecessarily. This
led to a duel between him and Cap-
tain Hawkins, In which he was vic-
torious, and was elected cuptaln.
He now entered upon a career of
almost unparalleled success as a pi-
rate, culminating In his capture of the
Islutid of Margarita, off the coast of
Venezuela. He (lid this by capturing
the Spanish fleet, turning the guns of
the fleet upon the forts defending tlis
principal city and then storming them.
From this town he obtained a hugs
booty of pearls and gold.
Red Legs then retired to the life of
i respectable planter on the Islnnd of
Nevis. One day he was visited by an
old pirate friend, who denounced him
to the authorities. He whs thrown
Into a dungeon to await execution. In
1B80 there came a great earthquake,
which destroyed and submerged the
town and Greaves waa one of the few
survivors. He was picked up hy a
whaling vessel, on which he anon won
the praise of the captain hy Ills skill
• s a seanmn. More than that, n queer
turn of fate won him even greater
honor by his assistance In capturing
a gung of pirates, and for this feat
] he was given u pardon.
Then he retired once more to his
plantation, nnd there he lived out lhe
remaining years of his life, greatly
honored for his many acts of piety and
gifts to charitable Institutions.
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Whitmore, R. J. The Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, April 30, 1926, newspaper, April 30, 1926; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth592159/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed August 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Carrollton Public Library.