New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, June 22, 1917 Page: 3 of 8
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A.
NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, NEW ULM, TEXAS
Copyright by Harper & Brothers
THE RANGER SHOWS WHAT A DESPERATE MAN HE IS
WHEN PROVOKED TO VIOLENT ACTION
his gesticula-
te
Alaire
fellow been
said .the friend, ‘‘how
.........
might enjoy . some of
CHAPTER III.
PARENTS
fol-
cue,
Instant
Postum
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
just the thing.
“There’s a Reason”
his friendly
and resented
to
of
the
the
said,
One
Anto’s horse, he removed
carbine from beneath the
and ejected its shells into
When a woman finds that her dress
doesn’t match her complexion it is al-
ways easy to change her complexion.
1
Your wife and you are equal part-
ners. Divide fair with her.
“He is my
He couldn’t
had addressed let
jUrs of dark hands
^Ranger went on
David Law's action in killing
the Mexican has a more signifi-
cant effect on the ranger's career
and on that of Mrs. Austin than
either of them can possibly fore-
see. Read the next installment.
nice of you, ma’am,
into this cattle-stealin’
cried he. “There
I am an excellent,
and as honest as
who love to gratify
children's desire for
the same articles of
food and drink that
grown-ups use, find
banish boredom. Nor did he
waste a thought upon the-na-
that grim business which
him to this place. Quite the
have been overthrown
causes that brought
Too III to Walk Upright. Operation
Advised. Saved by Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
lay close, as she had
praying that tlie horse-
warned ; but shortly she
the rustle of stiff
Aristocratic Daughter.
Little Daughter (embarrassed)—
“Papa, my schoolmates were going by
while you were standing on the bal-
cony shining your shoes. May I te’iL
them at school tomorrow that you
were the servant?”—Fllegende Blaet-
ter (Munich).
This woman now raises chickens and.
does manual labor. Read her story:
Richmond, Ind.—“For two years I
was so sick and weak with troubles
Mrs. Alaire Austin, a handsome young matron, gets lost in the
Texas desert and after an all-day struggle wanders into the little
camp of David Law, a ranger officer, hunting a Mexican murderer.
Circumstances force her to stay there overnight. She finds the rang-
er an interesting character.
CLIMBED STAIRS
ON HER HANDS
Granulated Eyelids, Sties, Inflamed Eyes
relieved over night by Roman Eye Balsam.
One trial proves Its merit. A«iv.
nd and un-
wlid as he
■partridge
Skid you,
■k you,
g|kpu.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
—2—
"Bloodhounds ain't any good, outside
of novels. If beef got scarce, them
Greasers would steal the dogs and eat
’em.” He added, meditatively, “Dog
ain't such bad eatin’, either.”
“Have you tried it?”
Mr. Law nodded.
“Did you join the Maderistas for ex-
citement?”
“Mostly. Then, too, I believed Pan-
chito Madero was honest and would
give the peons land. An houest Mexi-
can is worth fightin’ for, anywhere.
The pelados are still struggling for
their land—for that and a chance to
live and work and be happy.”
Mrs. Austin stirred impatiently.
■“They are fighting because they are
told to fight. There is no patriotism
in them,” said she.
“I think,” he said, with grave delib-
erateness, “the majority feel something
big and vague and powerful stirring
inside them. They don’t know exactly
what
How Did He?
The absent-minded professor from
the university town was in Indianapo-
lis over Saturday, attending a conven-
tion. While here iie took a .tour of
the larger department stores. In one
of them lie was much perplexed.
He read the sign over the jiloor of
the elevator:
“This car express to fifth and sixth
floors. Up only.”
Absently he read the sign again.
Then the car door opened.
“I would like to know,” he asked
the elevator boy, “if this elevator goes
only up how on earth did you get
down here?”
The elevator boy grinned, frowned,
Sciu(iniz.ea cue ’man <Qid then
said in ft dignified voice: “Oh,’T'ju&v
came down.”—Indianapolis News.
Wouldn’t Hurt Her.
Frances was mischievous, yet when
she wished to send a message to a
friend or relative she invariably
“Tell them I am a good girl.”
day a friend had been visiting her
mother and was leaving for another
city to visit one of Frances’ aunts,
and she asked her what she should
tell her Aunt Mary for her. As usual,
Frances said, “Tell her I am a good
girl.”
“Why, why
can I tell her that?”
“Oh, well,” she said, “it won’t hurt
you to tell a lie.”
What Happened at the Water Hole.
The newcomers exchanged a word
or two in Spanish, then the second
rider flung himself from his saddle and
made for the water. He was lying
prone and drinking deeply when out of
nowhere came a sharp command.
“Oiga ! Hands up, both of you I”
The first arrival jumped as if a rat-
tlesnake had buzzed at his back, the
second leaped to his feet with an oath.
“Drop your gun, companero!”
Both Mexicans cried, as if at a
w'Who speaks?”
They
same
French Revolution.”
“The French Revolution I
leaned forward, eying the speaker with
startled intensity. “What do you know
about the French Revolution?”
Reaching for a coal, the Ranger
spoke without facing her. “I’ve read a
good bit, ma’am, and I’m a noble
listener. I remember good, too. Why, I
had a picture of the Bastille once.”
He pronounced it “Bastilly,” and his
hearer settled back. “That was some
calaboose, now, wasn’t it?” A moment
later he inquired, ingenuously, “I don’t
suppose you ever saw that Bastille,
■did you?”
“No. Only the place where it stood.”
“Sho’! You must have traveled right
smart for such a young lady.” He
beamed amiably upon her.
There was something winning about
this young man’s modesty, and., some-
thing flattering in his respectful admi-
ration. He seemed, also, to know his
place, a fact which was even more in
his favor. Undoubtedly he had force
and ability; probably his love of ad-
venture and a happy lack of settled
purpose had led him to neglect his
more commonplace opportunities and
sent him into the Ranger service. This
man had been denied what she termed
education; therefore she decided to
put one in his way.
“Do you like to read?” she asked
him.
“Say 1 It’s my favorite form of ex-
ercise.” Law’s blue-gray eyes were ex-
pressionless, his face was bland.
“Why?”
“I iiave a great many books at Las
Palmas. You
them.”
“Now that’s
Mebbe I’ll look
in your neighborhood, and if I do I’ll
sure come borrowin’.”
“Oh, I’ll send you a boxful when 1
get* back,” said Alaire, 'and Dave
thanked her humbly.
Later, when he went to more bis
mare into a shady spot, the Ranger
chuckled and slapped his thigh with
his hat. “Bessie Belle, we’re going to
improve our minds,” he said aloud.
“We’re going to be literary and read.
•Pilgrim’s Progress.’ and 'Alice tn
Wonderland.’ I bet we’ll enjoy ’em,,
ch? But—doggone! She’s a nice lady,
and your coat is just the same color
as her hair.”
Where the shade was densest and
the breeze played most freely, there
Dave fixed a comfortable couch for his
^MmasLand during the heato^^^taj|
walking to
tire second
saddle-flap
liis palm.
This done, he addressed the stranger.
“Now, friend, who are you, and why
are you riding with this fellow?”
“My name is Panfilo Sanchez, senor.
Before God, I have done nothing.” The
speaker was tremendously excited. In
the midst of his incoherent protesta-
tions Mrs. Austin appeared.
“He is telling you the truth, Mr.
Law,” she said, quietly. “He is one of
my men.”
Both Mexicans looked blank. At
sight of the speaker, their mouths fell
open, and Panfilo ceased
tion.
Mrs. Austin went on:
horse-breaker’s cousin,
have had any part in that murder in
Jim Wells, county, for he was at Las
Palmas when I left.”
Panfilo recovered from his amaze-
ment, removed his sombrero, and
blessed his employer extravagantly;
then he turned triumphantly upon his
captor. “Behold!”
you have the truth,
hard-working man
God.”
“Surely you don’t want him,” Alaire
appealed to Law. “He was probably
helping his countryman to escape—but
they all do that, you know.”
“All right I If he’s your man, that’s
enough,” Dave told her. “Now then,
boys, it will soon be dark and we’ll
need some supper before we start. It
won’t hurl* Anto’s horse to rest a bit,
either. You are under arrest,” he add-
ed, addressing the latter. “I won’t tie
yotl unless—”
“No, fcAnor!” Anto understood per-
fectly, and’waw grateful.
“Well, then, build a fire, and you,
Panfilo, lend-a hand. The senora"will
need a cup of tea, for we three hav"
a long ride ahead of us.”
No time was lost. Both Mexicans
fell to with a will, and in a surprising-
ly short time water was boiling. When
it came Law’s turn to eat, Alaire, who
was eager to be gone, directed her em-
ployee to fetch the ranger’s horse. Pan-
filo acquiesced readily and buckled on
his cartridge belt and six-shooter. He
was about to pick up his rifle, too, but
finding Law’s eyes inquiringly fixed up-
on him, he turned with a shrug and
disappeared down the arroyo. It was
plain that he considered
relations well established
the ranger’s suspicion.
“How long has that
working for you?” Law jerked his head
in the direction Panfilo had taken.
“Not long. I—don’t know much
about him,” Alaire confessed. Then,
as if in answer to his unspoken ques-
tion, “But I’m sure he’s all right.”
“Is he looking up range for you?”
“N—no! I left him at the ranch. I
don’t know how he came to be here,
unless— It is rather strange 1”
Dave shot a swift, interrogatory
glance at Panfilo’s traveling compan-
ion, but Anto’s face was ston£, his
black eyes were fixed upon the fire.
With an abrupt gesture Law flung
aside the contents of his cup and strode
to Panfilo’s horse, which stood deject-
edly with reins hanging.
“Where are you—going?” Alaire rose
nervously.
It was nearly dark now; only the
crest of the ridges were plain against
the luminous sky; in the brushy bot-
tom of the arroyo the shadows were
deep. Alaire had no wish to be left
alone with the prisoner.
With bridle rein and carbine in his
left hand, the ranger halted, then,
stooping for Anto’s discarded cartridge
belt, he looped it over his saddle-horn.
He vaulted easily into the seat, say-
ing:
“I hid that mare pretty well. Your
man may not be able to find her.” Then
lie turned his borrowed horse’s head
toward the brush.
Anto had squatted motionless until
this moment ; he had not evfen turned
his eyes; but now, without the slight-
est warning, he uttered a loud call.
It might have served equally well as a
summons or as an alarm, but it
changed the ranger’s suspicions into
certainty. Dave uttered an angry ex-
clamation, then to the startled woman
he cried:
“Watch this man! He can’t hurt
you, for I’ve got his shells.” To his
prisoner he said, sharply: “Stay where
you are! Don’t move!” The next in-
stant he had loped into the brush on
the tracks of Panfilo Sanchez, spurring
the tired gray pony into vigorous ac-
tion.
It was an uncomfortable situation in
which Alaire now found herself. Law
L was too suspicious, site murmured to
brief duration and Law always man-
aged to
seem
ture
brought
contrary, in the afternoon he put his
mare through her tricks for Alaire’s
edification, and gossiped idly of what-
ever interested his guest.
Then as the sun edged to the west
and Mrs. Austin became restless, he
Saddled Bessie Belle and led her down
the gulch into a safer covert. Return-
ing, he carefully obliterated all traces
of the camp. He watered the ashes of
the fire, gathered up the telltale scraps
of paper and fragments of food, and
then when the place suited him fell to
examining his rifle.
Alaire watched him with interest.
“Where shall I go,” she asked, “and
what shall I do?”
“You just pick out a good cover be-
yond the water hole and stay there,
ma’am. It may be a long wait, for
something may have happened. If so,
wor-
ry yourself none, ma’am; he wdi’-’t
make no trouble.”
With the sunset the water hole lay
sleeping.
Alaire’s retreat was far from com-
fortable ; there was an ants’ nest some-
where near her and she thought'of
moving; but suddenly" her breath
caught and her heart jumped uncon-
trollably. She crouched lower, for di-
rectly opposite her position, and out-
lined against the sky where the sharp
ridge cut it, was the figure of a
mounted man. She was conscious that
a keen and hostile pair of eyes was
searching the coverts surrounding the
charco.
Then, as silently as it had appeared,
the apparition vanished beyond the
ridge. Alaire
been directed,
man had been
heard again
branches, and out into the opening rode
a Mexican. He was astride a wiry
gray pony, and in the strong twilight
Alaire could see his every feature—the
swarthy cheeks, the roving eyes be-
neath the black felt hat. A carbine
lay across his saddle horn, a lariat
was coiled beside his leg, a cartridge
belt circled his waist. There was
something familiar about the fellow,
but at the moment Alaire could not
determine what it was.
After one swift, appraising glance
the newcomer rode straight to the
verge of the water hole and dismount-
ed ; then he and his horse drank side
by side.
It was the moment for a complete
and effective surprise, but nothing
happened. Why didn’t Law act? Alaire
bent low, straining eyes and ears, but
no command came from the Ranger.
Then, as if in answer to her perplex-
ity, a second horseman appeared, and1
the woman realized how simply she
had been fooled.
[herself; he was needlessly inelodia-
matic; she felt exceedingly ill at ease
as the pony’s hoof-beats grew fainter.
She was startled by hearing other hoof-
beats now; their drumming came faint
but unmistakable. Yes, there were two
horses racing down the arroyo. Anto,
the fugitive, rose to his fpet and stared
into the dusk.
“Sit down!” Alaire ordered, sharp-
ly. He obeyed, muttering beneath his
breath, but his head was turned as if
in an effort to follow the sounds of the
pursuit.
Next came the distant rattle of
loosened stones—evidently one horse
was being urged toward thb open high
ground—then the peaceful quiet eve-
ning was split by the report' of Law’s
thirty-thirty. Another shot followed,
and then a third-. Both Alaire and her
prisoner were on their feet, the woman
shaking in every limb, tlie Mexican
straining his eyes into the gloom and
listening intently.
Alaire had begun to feel the strain of
the situation and was trying to decide
what next to do. when David Law
came riding out of the twilight. He
was astride the gray; behind him at
the end of a lariat was Bessie Belle,
and her saddle was empty.
Mrs. Austiu uttered a sharp cry.
Lawr dismounted and strode to the
prisoner. His face was black with
fury; he seemed gigantic in his rage.
Without a word he raised his right
hand and cuffed the Mexican to his
knees. Then he leaped upon him, as
a dog might pounce upon h rabbit,
rolled him to his face, and twisted the
fellow’s arm into the small of his back.
Anto cursed, he struggled, but he was
like a child in the ranger’s grasp. Law
knelt upon him, and with a jerk of his
riata secured the fellow’s wrists; ris-
ing, he set the knot with another heave
that dragged the prisoner to his knees.
Next he booted Anto to his feet.
“I’ve a notion to bend a gun over
your head,” Law growled. “Clever lit-
tle game, wasn’t it?”
“Where—? Did you—kill him?” the
woman gasped.
Alaire had never beheld such a
demoniac expression as Law turned
upon her. The man’s face was con-
torted, his eyes were blazing, insanely,
his chest was heaving, and for an iir-
stant he seemed to include her in his
anger. Ignoring her Inquiry, he went
to his mare and ran his shaking hands
over her as if in search of an injury;
his questioning palms covered every
inch of glistening hide from forelock
■U. withers, from shoulder to hoof, and
Tinder cove»of this task he regained in
some degrd^cM seif-onutrqi.
“That hombre of yours—'dhan’.f |00jj
right to me,” he said, finally. Laying
his cheek against Bessie Belle’s neck,
as a woman snuggles close to the man
of her choice, he addressed the mare:
“I reckon nobody is going to steal you,
eh? Not if I know it. No, sir; that
hombrp wasn’t any good, was he?”
Alaire wet her lips. “Then you—
shot him?”
“I didn’t say I shot him,” he told her,
gruffly. “I warned him first, and he
turned on me—blew smoke in my face.
Then he took to the brush, afoot, and—
I cut down on him once more to help
him along.”
“He got away?”
“I reckon so.”
“Oh, oh!” Alaire’s tone left no
doubt of her relief. “He was always a
good man—”
“Good? Didn’t he steal my horse?
Didn’t he aim to get me at the first
chance and free his compadre? That’s
why he wanted his Winchester. Say!
I reckon he—needs killin’ about as
much as anybody I know.”
“I can’t understand it.” Alaire sat
down weakly. “One of my men, too.”
“This fellow behaved himself while I
was gone, eh?” Law jerked his head
in Anto’s. direction. “I was afraid he
—he’d try something. If he had—”
Such a possibility, oddly enough,
seemed to choke the speaker, and the
ferocity of his unfinished threat caused
Mrs. Austin to look up at him curious-
ly. There was a moment of silence,
then he said, shortly: “Well, we’ve
got a horse apiece now. Let’s go.”
The stars had thickened and bright-
ened, rounding tlie night sky into a
glittering dome. Anto, the murderer,
with his ankles lashed beneath his
horse’s belly, rode first; next, In a sul-
len silence, came the ranger, his chin
upon his breast; and in the rear
lowed Alaire Austin.
Under the stars, at the break of
arroyo, three hundred yards below
water hole, a coyote was slinking in a
wide circle around the body of Panfilo
Sanchez.
from my age that
when going up
stairs I had to go
very slowly with
my hands on tlje
steps, then sit down,
at the top to rest.
The doctor said he
thought I should
have an operation;
and my friends
thought I would not
live to move into
our new house. My
daughter asked me
to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound as she had taken it with good
results. I did so, my weakness dis-
appeared, I gained in strength, moved
into our new home, did all kinds of
garden work, shoveled dirt, did build-
ing and cement work, and raised hun-
dreds of chickens and ducks. I can-
not say enough in praise of Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and
if these facts are useful you may pub-
lish them'' for the benefit of other
women.”—Mrs. M. O. Johnston,Route
D, Box 190, Richmond. Ind.
it is, perhaps, but-Jt
ir^-«^^gTown ~her dictators,
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