The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 20, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, February 16, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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JYNOPSIS.
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
der plainsman, la riding along the Santa
Fe trail on the lookout for, roaming war
parties of savages. He notices a camp
■fire at a distance and then sees a team
attached to a wagon and at full gallop
pursued by men on ponies. When Keith
reaches the wagon the raiders have mass-
acred two men and departed. He searches
the victims finding papers and a locket
with a woman's portrait. He resolves to
hunt down the murderers. Keith is ar-
rested at Carson City, charged with the
murder, his accuser being a ruffian named
Black Bart. He goes to jail fully realiz-
ing the peril of swift border justice. A
companion in his cell is a negro, who
tells him he is Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back In Virginia. Neb says
<one of the murdered men was John
Sibley, the other Gan. Willis Waite, for-
merly an officer in the Confederate army.
The plainsman and Neb escape from the
cell, and later the two fugitives become
lost in the sand desert. They come upon
cabin and find its lone occupant to be a
„ oung girl, whom Keith recognizes as a
singer he saw at Carson City. The girl
young girl, whom Keith recognizes as a
singer he saw at Carson City. The girl
■explains that she came there in search of
at brother who had deserted from the
army. A Mr. Hawley induced her .to
come to the cabin while he sought to lo-
cate her brother. Hawley appears, and
Keith in hiding recognizes him as Black
Bart. Hawley tries to make love to the
girl. There is a terrific battle in the
darkened room in which Keith overcomes
Black Bart. Horses are appropriated, and
the girl who says that her name is Hope,
joins in the escape.
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CHAPTER XII.—(Continued.)
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*No; I have ridden this country for
fear*, and there is no ranch pasturing
.cattle along the Salt Fork. Miss Hope.
< want you to comprehend what it Is
you have escaped from; what you are
how fleeing from. Within the last two
fears an apparently organized body
of outlaws have been operating
throughout this entire region. Often-
times disguised as Indians, they have
terrorized the Santa Fe trail for two
hundred miles, killing travelers in
ismall parties, and driving off stock.
There are few ranches as far west as
this, but these have all suffered from
■raids. These fellows have done more
lo precipitate the present Indian war
than any act of the savages. They
have endeavored to make the authori-
ties believe that Indians were guilty
ftf their deeds of murder and robbery.
■Both troops and volunteers hqve tried
to hold the gang up, but they scatter
and disappear, as though swallowed
%y the desert. 1 have been out twice,
aard on their trail, only to come back
haffled. Now, I think accident has
given me the clue.”
She straightened up; glancing ques-
tioningly at him through the dark-
. Bess.
“This is what I mean. Miss Hope.
I suspect that cabin to be the ren-
dezvous of those fellows, and I half
believe Hawley to be their leader.”
“Then you will report all this to thd
authorities ?”
He smiled grimly, his lips com-
pressed.
“I hardly think so; at least, not for
the present. 1 am not blood-thirsty,
or enamored of man-hunting, but I
happen tv have a personal interest in
this particular affair which 1 should
prefer to settle alone." He paused,
swiftly reviewing the circumstances
of their short acquaintance, and as
suddenly determined to trust her dis-
cretion. Deep down in his heart he
father wanted her to know. "The fact
»f the matter Is, that Neb and I here
were the ones that particular posse
were trailing.”
"You!” her voice faltered. “He
said those men were under arrest
for murder, and had broken jail.”
“He also said It .was easy to con-
vict men in this country if you only
knew how. it is true we broke jail,
hut only In order to save our lives; it
was the only way. Technically, we
are outlaws, and now run the risk of
Immediate re-arrest by returning
corth of the Arkansas. We came to
you fugitives; I was charged with
murder, the negro with assault. So.
you see. Miss Hope, the desperate
class of men you are now associating
with.”
The slight bitterness in his tone
«tung the girl into resentment. She
was looking straight at him, but in
Che gloom he could not discern the
expression of her eyes.
“I don’t believe it.” she exclaimed
decisively, “you—you do not look like
that!”
“My appearance may be sufficient to
convince you,” he returned, rather dry-
ly, “but would weigh little before a
Western court. Unfortunately, the
evidence was strong against me; or
would have been had the case ever
come to a trial. The strange thing
about it was that both warrants were
sworn out by the same complainant,
and apparently for a similar purpose—
•Black Bart' Hawley."
“What purpose?”
“To keep us from telling what we
Knew regarding a certain crime. In
which either he. or some of his inti-
mate friends, were deeply Interested."
“But it would all come out at the
trial, wouldn’t it?”
“There was to be no trial; Judge
Lynch settles the majority of such
•cases out here at present. It is ex-
tremely simple. Listen, and I will tell
you the story.”
He reviewed briefly those occur-
rences leading directly up to his ar-
Vest, sarins title regarding the hor-
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p9P~ *1 don't believe it—you—you do not look like that,” she exclaimed.
rors of that scene witnessed near the
Cimmaron Crossing, but making suffi-
ciently clear his very slight connec-
tion with it. and the reason those who
were guilty of the crime were so anx-
ious to get him out of the way. She
listened intently, asking few ques-
tions, until he ended. Then they both
looked up, conscious that dawn was
becoming .gray in the east. Keith's
first thought was one of relief—the
bright sky showed him they were rid-
ing straight north.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Ford of the Arkansas.
They were still in the midst of the
yellow featureless plain, but the weary
horses had slowed down to a walk,
the heavy sand retarding progress. It
was a gloomy, depressing scene in the
spectral gray light, a wide circle of
intense loneliness, unbroken by either
dwarfed shrub or bupch of grass, a
barren expanse stretching to the sky.
Vague cloud shadows seemed to flit
across the level surface, assuming fan-
tastic shapes, but all of the same dull
coloring, imperfect and unfinished.
Nothing seemed tangible or real, but
rather some grotesque picture of de-
lirium, ever merging into another yet
more hideous. ' The very silence of
those,surrounding wastes seemed bur-
densome, adding Immeasurably to the
horror. They were but specks crawl-
ing underneath the sky—the only liv-
ing, moving objects in all that im-
mense circle of desolation and death.
Keith turned in his saddle, looking
back past Neb—who swayed In his
seat, with head lolling on bis breast
as though asleep, his horse plodding
after the others—along the slight trail
they had made across the desert. So
far as eye could reach nothing moved,
nothing apparently existed. Fronting
again to the north he looked upon the
same grim barrenness, only that far
off, against the lighter background of
distant sky, there was visible a faint
blur, a bluish haze, which he believed
to be the distant sand dunes border-
ing the Arkansas. The intense dreari-
ness of it all left a feeling of depression.
His eyes turned and regarded the girl
riding silently beside him. The same
look of depression was visible upon
her face, and she was gazing off into
the dull distance with lack-luster eyes,
her slender form leaning forward, her
hands clasped across the pommel.
The long weariness of the night had
left traces on her young face, robbing
it of some of its freshness, yet Keith
found it more attractive in the grow-
ing daylight than amid the lamp shad-
ows of the evening before. He had
not previously realized the peculiar
clearness of her complexion, the rose
tint showing through the olive skin,
or the soft and silky fineness of her
hair, which, disarranged, was strange-
ly becoming under the broad brim of
the hat she wore, drawn low until It
shadowed her eyes. It was not a face
to be easily associated with frontier
concert halls, or any surrender to
evil; the chin round and firm, the lips
fuU, yet sufficiently compressed; the
whole expression that of pure and
dignified womanhood. She puzzled
him. and he scarcely knew what to
believe, or exactly how to act toward
her.
“Our friends back yonder should be
turning out from the corral by now.’’
he said finally, anxious to break the
silence, for she had not spoken since
he ended his tale. “It will not be
long until they discover Hawley's
predicament, and perhaps the welkin
already rings with profanity. That
may even account for the blue haze
out yonder.”
■She turned her eyes toward him,
and the slightest trace of a smile ap-
peared from out of the depths of their
weariness.
“if they would only remain satisfied
with that. Will they follow us. do
you think? And are we far qnough
away by this time to be safe?”
“It is hardly likely they will let us
escape without a chase,” he answered
slowly. “We possess too much Infor-
mation now that we have their ren-
dezvous located, and ‘Black Bart’ will
have a private grudge to revenge. 1
wonder if he suspects who attacked
him! But don’t worry. Miss Hope;
we have miles the start, and the wind
has been strong enough to cover our
trail. Do you see that dark irregular-
ity ahead?”
“Yes; is it a cloud?”
“No; the Arkansas sand dunes. I
am going to try to keep the horses
moving until we arrive there. Then
we will halt and eat whatever Neb
has packed behind him, and rest for
an hour or two. You look very tired,
but I hope you can keep up for that
distance. We shall be safely out of
sight then.” -*
“Indeed, I am tired; the strain of
waiting alone in that cabin, and all
that happened last night, have tried
me severely. But—but I can go
through.”
Her voice proved her weakness, al-
though it was determined enough, and
Keith, yielding to sudden impulse, put
out his hand, and permitted it to rest
upon hers, clasped across the pommel.
Her eyes drooped, but there was no
change of posture.
“Your-nerve is all right,” he said,
admiringly, “you have shown yourself
a brave girl.”
“I could not be a coward, and be
my father’s daughter,” she replied,
with an odd accent of pride in her
choking voice, “but I have bellfp afraid,
and—and I am still.”
“Of what? Surely, not that those
fellows will ever catch up with us?"
“No, I hardly know what, only there
Is a dread I cannot seem to shake off,
as if some evil impended, the coming
of which I can feel, but not see. Have
you ever experienced any such pie-
monition?”
He laughed, withdrawing his hand.
"I think not. 1 am far too prosaic
a mortal to allow dreams to worry me.
So far 1 have discovered sufficient
trouble In real life to keep my brain
active. Even now I cannot forget how-
hungry I am.” »
She did not answer, comprehending
how useless it would be to explain
and a little ashamed of her own ill-
defined fears, and thus they rode on in
silence. He did not notice that she
glanced aside at him shyly, marking
the outline of his clear-cut features.
It was a manly face, strong, alive, full
of character, the well-shaped head
firmly poised, the broad shoulders
squared in spite of the long night of
weary exertion. The depths of her
eyes brightened with appreciation.
“I believe your story, Mr. Keith,”
she said at last softly.
“My story?” questioningly, and turn-
ing Instantly toward her.
“Yes; all that you have told me
about what happened.”
“Oh; I had almost forgotten having
told it, but I never felt any doubt but
what you would believe. I don’t think
1 could lie to you.”
It was no compliment, but spoken
with such evident honesty that her
eyes met bis with frankness.
“There could be no necessity; only
I wanted you to know that I trust
you, and am grateful.”
She extended her hand this time,
and he took it within his own, holding
it firmly, yet without knowing what
to answer. There was strong impulse
within him to question her, to learn
then and there her own life story. Yet,
somehow, the reticence of the girl
restrained him; he could not deliber-
ately probe beneath the veil she kept
lowered between them. Until she
chose to lift it herself voluntarily, hfe
possessed no right to intrude. The
gentlemanly instincts of younger
years held him silent, realizing clear-
ly that whatever secret might domi-
nate her life, it was hers to conceal
just so long as she pleased. Out of
this swift struggle of repression hs
managed to say;
“l appreciate your confidence, and
mean to prove worthy. Perhaps som«
day I can bring you the proofs.”
“I need none other than your own
word.”
“Oh, but possibly you are too easily
convinced; you believed in Hawley.”
She looked at him searchingly, her
eyes glowing, her cheeks flushed.
“Yes,” she said slowly, convincing*
ly. “I know I did; I—I was so anx-
ious to be helped, but—but this is di#
ferent.”
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
ALAS! THE POOR DUCHESS
She Thought Wealthy Couple Were
Making Sport of Her Wedding
s Present.
A Boston Casuist.
Mrs. Kawler—Hut how In the world
did you manage’to hire this flat when
the landlord is so set against families
with children?
Mrs. Smart—I told him rny children
were ail underground.
Mrs. K.—Rut tliat was er—
Mrs. E.—Oh, It was quite true. You
see. at the time 1 told him. I’d sent
the children riding through the sub
way.—Boston Evening Transcript.
SURELY HARD MAN TO PLEASE
Artist Did His Best, but Somehow
Managing Editor Would Not
Be Satisfied.
An artist was drawing a cartoon
wherein the flag of our nation played
a large part. .He drew the flag, first
time, with five stars in the blue field
and took it to the managing editor,
who promptly let out a yelp.
“Wadye think this country is,” said
the managing editor, “a trust?”
“What’s the trouble?” asked the
artist.
“Trouble,” bellowed the managing
editor, “why, we need more stars,
stars, stars!”
So the artist brought the picture
back and this time he had 117 stars In
it by actual count.
The managing editor felt his head
and choked slightly.
“What do you think you’re draw-
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“You’re the hardest man to please
I ever met In my life,” said the artist
indignantly: “first it’s too few and
then it’s too many. How many stars
do you want, anyway?”
MAKING THE MOST OF IT.
Recently, when the wealthy Mile, do
R. was to be married, one of our good
duchesses had to make her a present,
Just a little present. The duchesa
thought it would be useless to expend
much money for a person so rich. She
thought if she would look through bei
vast mansion she would be able to find
something, some trinket, to which tha
addition of her card would give suffi-
cient glory. She finally found in her
writing desk an insignificant cameo
that she had once worn.
The following day she received from
her young friend a letter of enthusi-
astic thanks: “Oh. you have been very
foolish! This is too. too beautiful,"
etc.
“She is making sport of my little
present,” thought the good duchess.
Then came a second letter, this time
from the husband who was to be:
“How can we thank you? We are de-
lighted. This will spoil us.”
“The Impertinent fellow,” said the
duchess, “he wants me to understand
that 1 have been niggardly.”
Nevertheless she went to pay a visit
to the R.’s before the marriage. There
in the midst of the presents, exposed
in a most prominent place, she saw the
little cameo placed upon her card. An
old gentleman approached her. He
was a member of the Academy of In-
scriptions and Belleslettres.
“What a wonderful present you have
given these children, Madame la duch-
ess,” he said. For forty years we have
been seeking for this very cameo. It
is of the era of Trojan, and this trin-
ket is valued at two hundred thousand
francs.”
Ah. the poor duchess.—Le Cri de
Paris.
Let us then be what we are, and
thus keep ourselves loyal to truth.—
H. W. Longfellow.
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Being anxious as to his prospects In
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Mr. Samuel thereupon promised to
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Some of the other side, however,
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