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THE CUMBY RUSTLER
. G. M. MORTON, Publisher
CUMBY
TKXAjS
The cold wave wig wagged in at
last.
Why Isn’t the man “higher
Isn’t he really lower down?
up r
One can, when one is hunting for
Bhocks, find them almost anywhere.
This would be a better and happier
■world to live in did every one try to
make it so. ^
k
The actors of the country are ex-
pected to erect a monument to the
man who invented the free lunch.
A fat man’s club was raided recently
In a Virginia town. Naturally, the
raiding party expected a stout resist-
ance.
Paris restaurants are serving roast
camel as a delicacy, but there is no
recipe for cooking a camel in a pa-
per bag.
Baseball is now to take its place
among the polite arts, since it has
acquired the graceful possession of a
lady magnate.
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SYNOPSIS.
The brother of the former shah, who
demands $80,000 of the Persian treas-
nry, Is named Salari. Are there no
“y’s” in Persian.
A wife with a gun came to the res-
cue of her husband treed by a bear.
And it was the bear that was shot,
too, and not the husband.
A Pennsylvania physician claims to
have educated two African chimpan-
zees to reason. After this there ought
to be hope for some humans.
Scientists declare that the world is
over 500,000 years old. It will prob-
ably be 500,000 years older before any
one man gets enough money to buy it.
Arizona is finding that statehood is
not without its attendant horrors, as
a Phoenix young woman has designed
a burnt-leather “statehood sofa cush-
ion.”
Jack Keith. & Virginian, now a bor-
, 5®r plainsman, is riding along the Santa
re trail on the lookout for roaming war
parties of savages. He notices a camp
“r® at a distance and then sees a team
attached to a wagon and at full gallop
pursued by men on ponies. When Keith
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
nui}t down the murderers. Keith is ar-
at Carson City, charged with the
ifaccuser being a ruffian named
K, Bart„ He «oes to Jail fully realiz-
ing the peril of swift border Justice. A
’P A1* ceJ1 lB a negro, who
tr uJ1, b,? ^eb and that he knew the
Keith family back in Virginia. Neb says
2P,f, of .the murdered men was John
Blbley, the other Gen. Willis Waite, for-
inerly an officer In the Confederate army.
The plainsman and Neb escape from the
later the two fugitives become
i „«£.? the sand desert. They come upon
a camn and find Its lone occupant to be a
young girl, whom Keith recognizes as a
,v.“a*w lat Carson City. The girt
P? that she came there In search of
* k^her who had deserted from the
* * Mr’ Hawley Induced her to
^°P^e.to the cabin while he sought to lo-
cate her brother. Hawley appears.
/
It is said that Kipling received $1
a word for his poem, “The Female of
the Species.” If he has had to read
the parodies of it, the price is too
amalL
. A New York woman has married a
man whom she rescued from the
slums. What chance Is he ever going
to have to assert himself around the
bouse?
in Pittsburgh. We have been assured
that he was not on his way to the
peace meeting.
With a temperature of 25 degrees
below zero the Black Hills may as
well give up any claims they have
been trying to put forth in their favor
as a winter resort.
A Pittsburgh baby nine weeks old,
was operated on for appendicitis The
youngsters of this enterprising age
are certainly the most precocious on
record.
CHAPTF.R X.—(Continued.)
murder! Did you imagine he
Came this way?’’
“Not very likely; fact of It is, the
sand storm yesterday destroyed ,-all
traces, and, as a result, we’ve lost
him. So I headed a few of the boys
over In this direction as I wanted to
relieve you of anxiety.”
She was silent an instant, and the
man crossed to the fireplace, where
Keith could gain a glimpse of him.
Already suspicious from the familiar
sound of his voice, he was not sur-
prised to recognize "Black Bart.” The
plainsman’s fingers gripped the negro’s
arm, his eyes burning. So this gambler
and blackleg was the gentlemanly Mr.
Hawley, was he; well, what could be
his little gamfl? Why had he inveigled
the girl into this lonely spot? Asd
what did he now propose doing with
ber^ As he crouched there, peering
through that convenient crack in the
door, Keith completely forgot his 0wn
peril, intent only upon this new/ dis-
covery. She came slowly around the
end of the' table, and stood leaning
against it, her face clearly revealed
in the light of the lamp. For the first
time Keith really perceived its beauty,
i^S fresh charm. Could such
cert hall? And if so, what strange
conditions ever drove her into that
sort of life?
“Is—is Fred with you?” she ques-
tioned, doubtfully.
They Were Fighting for LHe Silently, Desperately,
with you?
Why should I?” and the man stepped
forward, his eyes on her, his
hands twitching with a desire to clasp
her to him,.yet restrained by some un-
“No; he’s with another party riding I ^finable power. “While I believed
farther west,” the man’s eyes survey- ITth broth®r 8tory. I could have play-
ing her with manifest approval. “You * d h e°°d Samarltan most beautiful-
are certainly looking fine to-night, my
The Idea of having the Manchu
princes decide their own fate is de-
cidedly Oriental, especially in view
of the fact that any fate which they
may select is going to be decidedly
bard to take.
1 "
Yale professor tells us thi*t the hook-
worm Is one of the causes of the high
cost of living. We always thought
that the hookworm was caused by the
practice of throwing the hooks into
the ultimate consumer.
girl- It’s difficult to understand how
I ever managed to keep away from
you so long.”
She flushed to the hair, her lips
trembling at the open boldness of his
tone.
“I—I prefer you would not speak
like that,” she protested.
ly, but after I talked with Willoughby
I prefer him at a distance.”
My brother story! Do you mean
to insinuate you doubt his being my
brother? He told you that?”
He gave up the whole trick. You
can’t trust a kid like that, Christie. A
couple of drinks will loosen his ton-
gue, and put you In wrong. Come, now,
“And why not?” with a light laugh. 1 know H a11^ be reasonable.”
“Come, Christie, such fine airs are a Apparently the girl had lost her
trifle out of place. If I didn’t know power of speech, staring blindly at the
you were a concert hall artist, I might f&Ce °f the man before ber- a8 a bird
be more deeply impressed. As It is, I 1T?eets tbe slow approach of a snake.
I reckon you’ve heard love words be-
fore now.”
“Mr. Hawley, I have trusted you as
a gentleman. I neve^ came here ex
cept on your promise to bring me to
Keith could see her lips move, but
making no sound. Hawley evidently
Interpreted her silence as hesitation,
doubt as to his real meaning.
You see where you are at now.
A Massachusetts minister has issued
a new set oc commandments for wives.
Tbe women as yet are silent on the
matter, which gives rise to uneasy sus-
picions that they are retaliating by for-
mulating another set for husbands.
After they had gained entrance to a
vault containing $500,0a0, Cleveland
bank robbers became frightened and
ran away, leaving the money behind.
Things that are too good to be true
-continue to happen.
A man in New Jersey has refused
to accept the office of coroner be-
cause he cannot bear the idea of look-
dng on a corpse. Most office seekers
are jubilant, not depressed, over the
prospect of landing such a dead sure
'thing.
my brother,” and she stood erect be- Chrl®tie ” he weQt on swiftly. “But
fore him. “You have no right to even ! d°n t need to be afraid. I’m going
assume that I am Christie Maclaire.” , V* a frlend to F°u> and you can be
“Sure not; I don’t assume I have mIghty glad you £ot rid of Willoughy
seen that lady too often to be mis- S° easily' Why’ 1 can buy you dia-
taken. Don’t try on that sort of thing m°nds wbere he couldn’t give you a
with mepA don’t take to it kindlv udress’ Come on, let’s stop this
Perhaps; a kiss might put you In bet- I 1 took a likln6 to you
ter humor.” back there In the stage, and the more
He took a step forward, as though I>Ve, th°aght about you the
proposing to carry out his threat but crazle.r 1 'e got- when 1 succeeded in
the girl stopped him, her eyes burn- pumpmg Willoughby dry, and discov
lug with indignation
"How dare you!” she exclaimed pas-
sionately, all fear leaving her in sud-
den resentment. “You think me alone
here and helpless; that you can Insult
me at your pleasure. Don’t go too
far, Mr. Hawley. I know what you
ered you wasn’t his sister at all, why
that settled the matter. I came down
here after you. I love you, do you un-
derstand that? And, what’s more, 1
intend to have you!”
He reached out, and actually grasp-
ed her, but, in some manner, she tore
A millionaire is going to build his
.hens a $5,000 chicken coop; but It Is
to be feared that even in such an en-
vironment they can’t be persuaded tc
lay golden eggs In fact, be will be
luckier than average mortals if thej
lay at all.
There is nothing so very strange in
the fact that a Massachusetts minlstei
has left the pulpit to go into the coal
’business. He is preaching the doc
trine that it is better to have a flr«
here than hereafter..
It 1b said that a rule has been estah
lished in an eastern school requiring
all students to write names and nu
•xnerals legibly. If this rule could be
.successfully adopted, hard and fast
In every school in the land, editor*
(Would have a snap where they nov
Swhorlously attempt to decipher.
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are now, and it makes no difference j loose- and sprang back around the
what you may think of me or call me- end of the table- her cheeks flushed,
you’ll find me perfectly able to defend her eyes burnln«-
myself.” “Don’t touch me! don’t dare touch
“Oh, indeed!” sneeringly, “you are me!” sbe Panted. "You lie; Fred Wil-
pielodramatic; you should have been lou£hby never told you that. If you
an actress instead of a singer. But come one steP nearer, I’ll scream; I’ll
you waste your talent out here on me caJ1 your men here: I’ll tell them the
Do you imagine I fear either you. or kInd of a our you are ”
your precious brother? Why, I could H® laughed, leaning over toward
have him hung to-morrow.” ’ ber* yet hesitating, his eyes full of ad-
She was staring at him with wide I miratIon Her very fierceness appealed
Open eyes, her face white. 1x5 bIm> urged him on.
“What—what do you mean? What j “°h- 1 wouldn’t! In the first place
has Fred done?” they probably wouldn’t hear, for they
He was cold and sarcastic. j aro camped dow-n In the corral. I sus-
“That makes no difference; it Is j P®cted you might be something of a
what I could induce men to swear tlRcess, and preferred to fight it out
he had done. It's easy enough to j w^h you alone. Then, even If they
convict in this country, if you only d*d hear, there would be no Inter-
know how. I simply tell you this, so | ference—I’ve got those fellows trained
you won’t press me too hard. Purl- to° well'for that. Come on, Christie;
tanism is out of place west of the Mis- you’re helpless here.
•ouri, especially among ladies of your I “Am I?”
thus locate the girl through som<
rustling, some slight motion. A knife
knocked from the table, perhaps, ai
she slipped softly past, fell clatterinj
to the floor, and the gambler leaped
instantly forward. Keith's grip closed
like iron on his groping arm, while h«
shot one fist out toward where th«
man’s head should be. The blow
glanced, yet drove the fellow hack*
ward, stumbling against the tahle, and
Keith closed in, grappling for th*
throat. The other, startled by thr
unexpected attack, and scarcely real
izing even yet the nature of his an-
tagonist, struggled blindly to escap*
the fingers clawing at him, and flung
one hand down to the knife in hil
belt. Warned by the movement, th*
assailant drove his head Into the gam-
bler's chest, sending him crashing to
the floor, falling himself heavily upoB
the prostrate body. Hawley ga«w mt-
terance to one cry, half throttleft 41
his throat, and then the two grappled
fiercely, so interlocked together ae to
make weapons useless. Whoever the
assailant might be, the gambler Was
fully aware by now that he was be’ng
crushed in the grasp of a fighting man,
and exerted every wrestler’s trick,
every ounce of strength, to break free.
Twice he struggled to his knees, only
to be crowded backw-ard by relentless
power; once he hurled Livi'S? slide-
ways, but the plainsman’s muscle*
stiffened into steel, and he gradually
regained his position. Neither darod
release a grip in order to strike a
blow; neither had sufficient breach
left w-ith which to utter a sound. They
were fighting for life, silently, des-
perately, like wild beasts, w-ith no
thought but to injure the other. Ths
gambler’s teeth sank into Keith’s arm,
and the latter in return jammed the
man’s head back onto the puncheon
floor viciously. Perspiration streamed
from their bodies, theiT fingers clutch-
ing, their Ijmbs wrap;<»d together,
their muscles stVftined the utmost,
Keith had forgotten the girl, the ne-
gro, everything, dominated by the one
passion to conquer. -Ra was swept by
a storm of hatred, a AQV're to kill, la
their fierce struggha two had roll-
ed nlnoA fjre tilaee, and in the
dull glow of the dying embers, he
-cs T>f Hawley, a3 he { could perceive a faint outline of th«
mnn’o face. The sight added flam*
to his mad passion, yet he could do
nothing except to cling to him, jab-
bing his fingers into the straining
throat.
The negro ended the affair in hie
own way, clawing blindly at the com-
batants in the darkness, and finally,
determining which was the enemy, he
struck the gambler with the stock of
his gun, laying him out unconscious,
Keith, grasping the table, hauled him-
self to his feet, gasping for breath,
certain only that Hawley was no
longer struggling. For an instant all
wras blank,, a mist of black vapor; then
a realization of their situation came
back In sudden flood of remembrance.
Even yet he could see nothing, but
felt the motionless figure at his feet.
“Quick,” he urged, the instant he
could make himself speak. “The fel-
low is only stunned; we must tie and
gag him. Is that you. Neb? Where is
the girl?”
“1 am here. Captain Keith,” and he
heard the soft rustle of her dresl
across the room. “What is it I may
do?”
“A coil of rope, or some straps, witk
a piece of cloth; anything you can
lay hands on.”
She was some moments at it, con-
fused by the darkness, and Hawley
moved slightly, his labored breathing
growing plainly perceptible. Keith
heard her groping toward him, and
held out his hands. She started as b«
thus unexpectedly touched her, yet
made no effort to break away.
‘You—you frightened me a little,”
she confessed. “This has all happen-
ed so quickly I hardly realize yet jvu4
what has occurred.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
way uncertainly along the table,
swearing as he failed to find the girl.’
Then, like a shadow, he glided through
the partly open door into the room.
CHAPTER XI.
The Fignt In the Dark.
Had the room been filled with men
Keith could have restrained himself
no longer. Whatever her past might
be, this woman appealed to him
strangely; he could not believe evil
of her; he would have died if need
be in her defense. But as it was, the
ugly boast of Hawley gave confidence
in the final outcome of this struggle in
the dark, even a possibility of escape
for them all. The gambler, assured of
being confronted merely by a frail
and not overscrupulous woman, had
ventured there alone; had stationed
his men beyond sound; had doubtless
Instructed them to ignore any noise
of struggle which they might overhear
within. It was these very arrange-
ments for evil which now afforded op-
portunity, and Keith crept forward,
alert and ready, his teeth clenched,’
his hands bare for contest. Even al-
though he surprised his antagonist, it
was going to be a fight for life; ’he
knew Black Bart,” broad-shouldered,
quick as a cat, accustomed to every
form of physical exercise, desperate
and tricky, using either knife or gun
recklessly. Yet it was now or never
for ail of therrv and the plainsman felt
no mercy, experienced no reluctance.
He reached the table, and straight-
ened up, silent, expectant. For an In-
stant there was no further sound; no
evidence of movement in the room.
Hawley, puzzled by the silence, was
listening Intently in an endeavor to
CPRING FAG,
^ Stretchy, Drowsy*
stupid, tired, head-achy
—“not sick, but don’t
feel good.”
Just a few signs that
you need that most ef-
fective tonic, liver-stirr-
ing Spring Remedy—
OXIDINE
bottle proves..
The Specific for Malaria, Chills and!
Fever, and a reliable remedy for •
all diseases due to a torpid
liver said sluggish bowels
and kidneys.
. BOc. At Your Druggist*
. TH1 B1BSSH1 DIT« OO.0
Waco, Texas.
Texas Directory
i/nn a i/Q FlLsupplies0111
1% I I I B II lm Finishing’ for Am-
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■ ^ m Orders Solicited.
PRICES ON APPLICATION.
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315 Houston Street, FORT WORTH, TEX.
CAKDIES for AMERICAN QUEENS
Best at any Price.
KING CANDY COMPANY, Fort Worth, Tuns
Much Better Purpose.
Miss Charmynge—Don’t you think I
■was made for a business woman?
Jack Hustler—No, I don’t. I think,
you were meant for a business man.—
Stray Stories.
Circumstantial Evidence.
“Jones was so proud of his boy and
what he was going to do. But the-
youngster will never make a noise in-
the world.”
“I don’t know about that. He’s just
joined a brass band.”
Real Woman-Hater.
A will of a confirmed woman-hater,
writes Virgil M. Harris in “Ancient
Curios and Famous Wills,” is that of
a rich old bachelor who had ensured
much from attempts made bjt his
family to put him under the yoke of
matrimony, and who wrote: “I beg:
xny executors will see that T am -
hui-iou - tTuwe; iia“Woman in-
terred, either to the right or to the-
left of me. Should this not be prac-
ticable in the ordinary course of
things, I direct that they purchase
three graves, and bury me in the mid-
dle one of the three, leaving the two-
others unoccupied.”
See Riches in Swamps.
The Russian department of agricul-
ture has founded at the Riga Poly-
technic a school for specialists !n>
swamp cultivation. The North Pe-
chora expedition worked many years-
with great success in the deserted
region of the northern swamps, and
proved that the swamps of the Arch-
angel province are full of wealth, and
that millions of peasants, devoured
by poverty and hunger in their native-
places, can find food and shelter ta
the swampy regions after their culti-
vation. With small expense the-
swamps can be turned Into land cov-
ered with rich grass.
When Aunt Cally Gave Up
Worm Turned at Last on Ironing
“Mia’ Portly’*” Voluminous
8 k I rt*.
Aunt Cally belongs distinctly to the
type of “born not made” laundresses
She loves her ironing board exactly
bo wide and Just so long. She wants
plenty of blanket and sheet on It so
see her work grow and has pride ii
counting the number of piece* she ca*
do In a day.
The trouble Is, sii«j has washed *
long time for a womah of tremendoui
proportions and she has become die
eouraged.
“I done stop washtn’ fuh Mis'
Portly!” she announced the other day
“Why, how can she jT9t along with
the embroidery stands out clear and
she carries her own piece of beeswax ! out you? About ten ytnrs you hav*
around In her apron pocket. Maybe ; done her washing, Isn’t it?”
profession. Oh, come, now, Christie,
don’t try to put such airs on with me.
I know who you are, all right, and
can guess why you are hunting after
Fred Willoughby. I pumped the boy.
axiu got most of the truth out of him.”
“Yosi—you have him, then,
tltioe rvm laft me.” she faltered, he-
“Yes, you are.”
He took a step toward her, his hands
flung out. With one quick movement
she sprang aside and extinguished the
lamp, plunging the room into instant
darkness. A few red coals glowed
dully in the fireplace, but all else was
donse blackness. Keith heard the
the magic is In that piece of wax, for
she has carried it always, It seems
The irons work well for her because
she selects them at Just the right
heat and then she administers a little
pat which she calls “tasein’ ’em,"
applies a little wax and off they go,
making the linens look as If they were
polished.
“Yae’m. I don't know« what sh*
goin’ do. Rut, I jes cain etan’ It n*
longer. Tell de truth, I Jrts’ lief un'
take a trip round de world ea to ire*
one o’ her skirts.”
He who knows that aecretB and rii»
tues are in the ground, the wX.ters, tlx
heavens, and how to com**, *t th*.*#
But Aunt Cally, like other artists, enchantments—is tAa lijA s
has Dot escaped trials. She likes to | mny.,Ti*rgoB.
GRAND TO LIVE
■j
And the Last Laugh Is Always the Best
Six months ago I would have laugh-
ed at the idea that there could be any-
thing better for a table beverage than,
coffee,” writes an Ohio woman, “now I
laugh to know there is.
“Since childhood I drank coffee free-
ly as did the other members of the fam-
ily. The result was a puny, sickly
girl; and as I grew into womanhood I
did not gain in health, but was af-
flicted with heart trouble, a weak and
disordered stomach, wrecked nerves
and a general breaking down till last
winter, at the age of 38, I seemed to
be on the verge of consumption.
“My friends greeted me with ‘How
bad you look! What a terrible color!'
and this was not very comforting.
“The doctors and patent medicines
did me absolutely no good. I was thor-
oughly discouraged.
“Tben I gave up coffee and com-
menced Postum. At first I djdn’t like
it, but after a few trials and following
the directions exactly, It was grand.
It was refreshing and satisfying. In
a couple of weeks I noticed a great
change.
“I became stronger, my brain grew
clearer. I was not troubled with for-
getfulness as in coffee times, my
power of endurance was more than
doubled.
* The heart trouble and Indigestion
disappeared and my nerves became
steady and strong.
“I began to take an interest in things
about me. Housework and home-
making became a pleasure. My friends
have marveled at the change and when
they enquire what brought it about
I answer ‘Postum. and nothing else in
the world. ’ Name given by Postum
Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Read the little Book, “The Road to
Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a reason.”
Evpr ren<l »lie above letter? A new
one npnenrn from time to time. They
nre genuine, true, and full of humu
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