The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 48, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 6, 1948 Page: 3 of 12
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an enemy, but
cs of many a
^ Kft your reward
f ' for the reason
^ compensation.
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r "^'"*mity of win.—
for a moment at our
h? sn O'at in 536 B. C.,
returned to Jeru-
,sa!em from Babylon.
!and the tcmpie was
[rebuilt; and 78 years
Later. E^ra returns
Lsith about 7.000 Jews
[to inaugurate needed
[reforms. Then came
f Kchemiah. 444 B. C..
[to rebuild the wails.
L,nd with Ezra to lead
{in a needed religious
[revival.
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cs S\)TM THF: BIBLE
had prepared his
[seek the law of the
to it. and to teach in
[and judgments."
jreat need for are-
^utt. and Ezra knew
be no real revival
comeback to God.
Mtttn them the stat-
)<nt Ezra read from
j] from morning
["and the ears of all
ye attentive unto the
you think of the peo-
pioned into some pub-
tohear the Bible
[say. we hear it read
and we hear it read
we sometimes hear
ome. But do we hear
ur cars really atten-
DO(HKG
R]y read God's word
pie. but he led them
ty were commanded
hey went out to give
who were in need,
^ck to worship God.
oth to hear and do.
of the word, and
py." James 1:22.
tly dangerous to re-
Cns from God and re-
what he has put in
do for him. Let me
we can become re-
peated unless we go
[KF!,IG!ON
andNehemiahled
to do in the long
tt into practice what
)! ve their religion.
!hi was reported to
hight have embraced
tad Christians lived
jssed."
!ciear]y in mind that
pt concerned in in-
[people according to
td said in the Scrip-
tmes first. We must
T about what is right,
ta crted, but we are
P^t it is in daily My.
phc our creeds effec-
sumors
[ intends to reveal to
^'!!ious revival broke
in the long ago,
before Christ was
'V wc ask. What is a
andietit
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[not talked up. We
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^ .en some overnight
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'noves upon the
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^ bringing them
K,that we can
'ous revtva).
, "evicted of their
t* with Zacchaeus.
1,'. Moods ! give
il ft taken
t tj. sc accusation.
^ 'foid ' When men
H"" 'aht and act like
L "/'i reiigious re-
F such revivals
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'Prosed by WNU
Mtfhat)VA!df:tm)o[nttonRhtthe
mea responsiHt tor thy murdfn ot his
mother and many tobacco tarmfrn. m
HHs three, but cannot tocste the "boss"
*b<* '' """ Bartte. wcaithy tandawmr.
Mtchaei't companion, Juanita. captures
Bartie but cannot botd htm Dark Weber,
easterner to whom Bartie often (to,000
!or Vaidet's capture, andt tncriminat-
int evidence on Bart)* but betore be can
art, Vaides shoots htm, and escapes
with tJbe boottt He traits Bartie to Ute
Weber Maaon tarm where the panicky
banker baa ahot Chet Mason atter
BBen Maxon went tor the sheriff Bar-
tie tries to escape bat is cauitht by Ei
Cabaiiero Ro)o Ha warns Vaides that
the sheriff ta coming.
CHAPTER XX!
Ei Cabaiiero Rojo's votce Memtd to
hava )ost tta attng Ha got up, hopiBg
—untM a heavy ledger was alnmtned on
the tab]#. Ha watched with popping
ayea aa papera followed the book and
hta own aixgun aerved aa a paper
watght
Ei CabaHero Rojo opened the ledger.
Hla Hnger touched the entry that read
Steve Ransom—deceased.
He glared at Bartle over his mask
"Well?" ha demanded.
"Beefmen hilled Steve!" Bartielit
tared. "Hia wife aold me the place, after
that. There's nothing wrong !n—"
"The Aldmaa boy on Bon Attero'a
CroBs. Hla father dead bestde the burn-
jng ahed. . . . Beefmen did that?"
His eyea, Qery above the scarlet siik,
bored into Bartie's like gimlets. Then
wttb a motion both smooth and awift,
hia handB shifted. A horseshoe cianged
on the ainc-topped table His jawa were
rigidly set.
"Yours?"
"No!"
"You're a liar!"
"That shoe was never—"
"Made to hang on the horizontal
beam of Don Attero'a Crosa. eh? As
tobacco ataiks hung with young Sam
Aldman? Maybe not But there is
where tt will hang With you taking
that boy'a place!"
Bartie's blood froze Hia face was
paper white.
"You wouldn't Hit an innocent
tnaa?" he cried. "You can't prove any-
thing againat me. You—"
"Prove, eh?" The masked man's short
!*ugh was not pieasant. "! need no
more proof than f already have Legai
proof means nothing to a man outside
the iaw. ! am outaide the iaw—and
you put me there!"
Russ Bartie iooked up, atartled. This
feiiow, he thought, must be mad.
"7 put you there!" he stammered.
"Why—"
"Bartle, I've been iooktng for you to
HHyouforCveyeara.'hewentonin
* ateady monotone. "I didn't know you
were the man ! wanted untti tonight.
If I was certain the iaw couid handie
this, ! atiii wouidn't let them take you
*way from me. That wouidn't give
back my father'a sight, or my mother's
!ife"
The abject terror that was Biming
Bartie's eyes was no match for the
horror in hia heart. Was this, then, the
end? Waa hia iong reign of greed over?
"f've got pienty of new casea against
you, right here in thia vaiiey," snapped
Valdez. "When those woives outside—
tnaybe you can hear them coming up
now—Cnd out from these books and
ledgers that I took from your ofBce
tonight that you're the man behind the
troubie in the vailey, you'ii be Just as
dead hanging on Don Attero'a Cross for
the murder of those tobacco farmers as
you'd be if ! kiiied you for what you
did to my famiiy. This is the end of the
trail for me—and for you!"
The man on the Coor stirred. Micbaei
Vaide: dropped to his knees beside
Chet Maxon.
"Easy, boy," he whispered. "Pienty
of heip coming pronto. Ai) I've got
time to do is heip you to that couch
in the next room. Then I've got to
vamoose—with thia unweicome guest of
yours."
With the aid of a sturdy arm Maxon
managed to rise.
"Thanks," he whispered weakiy to
El Cabaiiero Rojo. "You'd better ride
rightaway.My sister's bringing Sheriff
Lande"
Valdet dragged over a chair and
dropped Maxon into it.
The sudden activity in the kitchen
then was only a biur of movement, too
awift for the eye to foiiow. For Bartie
had aeen his golden opportunity and
he knew there would never be another
Another Escape
On Ef CfeJo
In that second when the voices out-
aide were heard, and when both of the
outlaw's hands were occupied, Bartie
had awooped upon his gun.
Bartie's weapon came away from the
lodger, roaring. Twice it barked its
message of death.
Two hoies showed in Ei Cabaiiero
Rojo'a veivet cape. Then from the foided
odges of that Mexican garment ieaped
one Cnger of Came. The iandowner
pitched forward on hia face.
Though he eouid have no idea of it,
other men had converged on the farm-
house and were aiready there before
the arrivai of the cowmen and the
tarmera. ShertK Lande and two of hia
m : had been drawn by the ahot.
"You two men stand guard," he or-
dered hia deputies. "Whatever you do,
doa't !at Ruaa Bartie out!"
Anfrtiy ho woat to meet the cowmen.
HMan Maxoa rode boaida him.
"Bartie hero?" snapped Luke Wal
!*ca^
"Tea," volunteered mien.
And that rodmaahod outlaw?"
JACKSON
Lunde stiffened "By gee. then I did
seaaklndofgiitterySgurejusts
secotM] before the iights went out!"
"Guess we've cinched it that Ei
Cabaiiero Rojo and Bartie are in ca-
hoots," snapped Wailace. "Both of em
are here, and—"
So am Lande cut in, his voice
hard. "I am to take em both aiive—if
possible i'm asking 'em to come out
peaceful and empty-handed. If they
refuse we'iipuii them out with lead."
"You can't open Bra on that bouse!"
E!!en cried. "My brother's in there!
Let me go in! i've got to know what's
happened to Chet. I—I'ii—"
Suddeniy Eiien turned and ran to-
ward the house.
"Five minutes, ma'am!" Waiiace
shouted after her.
Ei Cabaiiero Rojo watched imper-
turbabiy. He saw Eiien Maxon speed
to the kitchen door and opened it for
her, hastiiy barring it again With just
one Meeting glance of hatred at Ei
Cabaiiero Rojo, she sped to her Heed-
ing brother with a choked cry.
At the sight of bis wound she turned
hate iit eyes upon the man in the scar-
let sash and neckerchief.
"You beast!" she Bung at him. "And
to think that once! thought you were
Bnj and generous!"
Her wounded brother gripped her
hand. "You don't understand. Eiien!
Bartie did thia to me!
The giri's eyes widened as she gazed
at the masked man. "You didn't shoot
Chet?"
He shook his head. "No. ma'am, I
didn't. Bartie did—as your brother
says."
Eiien's haad Bew to her throat. "And
I helped to get you into this—thia
corner! I brought Sheriff Lande and
ali his men!"
"Heip me?" Ei Cabaiiero Rojo
pointedtotheiedger, the papers, the
horseshoe on the zinc-topped table.
"Give them to Sheriff Lande—iater.
The booming voice of Luke Waiiace
rang out.
"Time, ma'am! Get out of the
kitchen! We're coming a-shooting!"
Valdez picked Chet Maxon up and
carried him down the ceilar steps, fol-
lowed by a weeping Eiien.
"AdhM," he calied down aa he bolted
the door on her stiBed sobs.
At once Sheriff Lande'a voice boomed
out:
"Both of you hombres have exactly
two minutes to come out of that house."
Between barn and hen coop streaked
a horseman bent doubie, and with the
wind Biling his dark veivet serape out
as stiff as the wings of a bat.
The sheriff drowned his own warning
cry with three shots at the Bying horse-
man. Waiiace yelied and Bred. The
rider aimost pitched from his saddie,
but down the inciine beyond the drying
shed, where the iand dipped sharply,
Bashed the dark Bgure, racing the Grim
Reaper.
Waiiace raced for his horse.
"After him!" he beiiowed.
"Take every man you brought!"
yeiped the sheriff. "I'm staying here.
Bartie won't get away!"
"Sheriff!" Eiien Maxon caiied from
the doorway. "Sheriff! Quick!"
She threw the door wide and ran out.
At the aiarm in her voice the sheriff
and his deputies who were stationed
on Eiien's side of the house raced to-
ward her. Shots rang out from the
other side of the house and a man
yeiied. Lande whiried and raced back
to where the guns were bcoming. And
just in time to see a second serape-ciad
Bgure that had siid from the front door
meit into the night!
"Ei Cabaiiero Rojo!" the posseman
roared. "Hot got away!"
Lande Bashed about with a hard
oath.
"One of em was Bartie!" he ground
out.
.Stratf
Last Fauor
'Bartie's on the kitchen Boor—
dead!" cried Eiien. "I slipped out to
teii you that Ei Cabaiiero Rojo—"
Which was the rea! oae?" snapped
Lande.
The oae Mr. Waiiace went after!
I didn't know there was another one in
the house udtii. . . . Oh, I don't know
who that was—the second one! The
real El Cabaiiero Rojo got out before
—through a window!"
Ei Cabaiiero Rojo raced through the
night that was ai! but over, with teeth
clenched against pain. Biood Bowed
down his arm. But more important
things than his wound heid hia atten-
tion—the thunder of horaemen gaiiop-
ing far ahead, the knowledge that they
pursued someone who obviousiy had
iured them into this chase for the dis-
tinct purpose of saving Ei CabaHero
Rojo. Someone who had known he waa
in danger
"Straw Aidman!" he muttered. "Who
eise wouid have the idea—*nd the
nerve to carry it out? And he rode
under my brand once before, with that
red hair of his."
Then ahead, aa he rode down hia
own shadow. Vaidet aighted hia doubie.
The biue roan made short work of
closing the gap between the genuine
and the pseudo Cabaiiero Rojo. But
none too soon! For Aidman had ahot
his boit. He reeied in the aaddie and
wouid have toppied beneath Bying hoofa
had not Vaidez' arm Baahed out to iift
him out of feather.
But aa the biue roan charged ahead in
haadiong Bight. Vaidea knew that three
rode the Bying horse. Death waa alao
hia arms.
Quickly he aought oat a aiche b*
tween high ahafta of roeha. Dtamaunt
fag. with the dyint youth ia hia arms,
from hia aheltar ha watched Wallace's
BOLD STRIPES FOR
SMART FROCK
men thunder by in a muddy shower.
A lump of bitterness was in Vaidez'
throat as he tenderiy iatd the moanint
youth down.
I reckon you didn't Bgure that somt
things can cost you too much."
The youth squeezed the hand of B
Cabaiiero Rojo
"Ain t costin' me too much Nothing'!
too much—[f a feiier can iend—han(
to heip. . My father—my brothe)
was . He didn't Bnish.
Michael Vaidez stood up and iooked
down at the dead young man for a ion)
time.
"4<f(o<."he said in a whisper.
He walked into the dawniight witt
4!ow, heavy steps. Then suddeniy ht
shook off the weariness and aadness
for close and clear came the caii of s
mountain iion. He answered speedily.
Juanita's ragged Bgure burst out ot
a ciump of treeB and she rushed tt
him, looking at him anxiousiy. Vaidet
braced himseif against a rock, almosi
slipped, but caught himseif. The girl
grasped his arm.
"Youareshot!"shecried. "Oh. you
are not—"
"!t's nothing," Vaidez said duliy "1
just—"
But despite his efforts, despite aii
his wili power, he abruptly crumpled
to the ground, weakened by ioss of
biood.
When Micbaei Vaidez regained con-
sciousness, he looked about him in be-
wiiderment. He was in the cave hide-
out he and Juanita had found when
they bad Brst come to the vailey, lying
on the pine-bough cot. The sun was
streaming into the cave, and on the
littie tree trunk used as a chair and
tabie was a giass jar Biied with fresh
wiid Bowers A smaii Bre was burning
in the center of the cave, and the fra-
grant aroma of coffee came to him.
His body feit drained of strength,
and then he saw that his wounds were
neatiy bandaged, and reaiized that he
was in iittie pain now. It wouid not
be iong before he wouid bo himseif
again.
He heard a iight step outside the
cave entrance, and a glri entered and
smiied at him. For a moment he was
puzzled. She was a beautifui giri, the
loveliest he had ever seen. She waa
wearing a fresh white dress, and her
raven hair was drawn high and heid
by a tai! Spanish comb.
Michaei Vaidez had never imagined
anyone so ioveiy. And it was moments
before he couid take in the startling
fact that this beautiful gir) and his
ragged Mexican peon companion, Juan,
were one and the same.
Then he grinned.
She came over to the cot and iatd a
smaii, coo] hand on his forehead.
"At iast Ei Cabaiiero Rojo has come
to life." she said, and smiied again.
"And haven't you anything to say,
senor?"
For t/tc Renegades
"How did I get here?" Vaidez asked.
"1 brought you," the giri said simpiy.
Then she added, with a touch of deep
grief in her tones, "The boy. senor—he
who played ho was Ei Cabaiiero Rojo.
I teii sheriff he has been kiiied, and
where to Bnd him, to be taken care of."
For moments more Michael Vaidez
said nothing, for he was thinking of
the difHcuities Juanita must have gone
through to have succeeded in bringing
an unconscious man miies through a
hostiie country, where men were riding
to seek his iife.
At iast he did speak.
"Juanita," he said, "thsre is just one
more thing I want you to do for me—
then your work with me wiil be Bn-
ished. I want you to get that money
I took from Flash Conroy—it's in the
cave here—and take it to the Corpus
Christ) Mission. And this time I want
you to stay there. Padre Vincents wili
take care of you and your future."
Juanita looked down at him for
siient, speechiess minutes.
"And you?" she said Bnaiiy. "Your
work is done aiso? You, too, wit! come
to the mission?"
"Maybe," Vaidez said, and s!ow!y
shook his head. "Maybe iater—not now.
Because, Juanita, my work is not Bn-
ished. It's Bnished here. Peace wiii
come to Deep Water Vaiiey again, and
my own private debts have been paid.
But my work wiii never be done so
long as there are people in the whois
wide West who are oppressed. I'm an
outiaw—I can't ever change that—but
I can make up for many things by
helping others who need heip. I'D be
all right again pronto, and then I'm
riding—to wherever foiks need help."
Juanita's hand reached down to ciasp
his tightiy.
"We ride," she whispered Brmiy.
"And looking into her biack eyes, see-
ing there the determination and aao-
riBciai purpose. Michaei Vaidez knew
that nothing he couid ever say wouid
change Juanita de Cueva's decision to
ride the danger traiis at bis side, to
share hia tot, whatever that might be.
After a long time he said softly:
"We ride Brst to the mission, Juan-
ita." He iaughed happiiy. "Padre Via-
cente wiii be surprised when he is
asked to perform a marriage ceremony
for a man who said he never wouid
marry And there is a biind man down
there 1 beiieve wii! be mighty happy
for his son."
"I know," said Juanita softiy. "I
know biind man wiii be much happy.
I have talk to him."
'You havs?" Vaides was vastly aar-
prised. "Why. you never toid msL Tea
talked to him—what did ho sayt"
"He say to me, Follow your heart,
tittle senorits.' Me. I have follow yo*.
E! Cabaiiero Rojo."
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Modern ntctu<s of travel have ren-
dered the famous St I'ernard Hos-
pice in Sv.'itzcriand aimost un-
necessary. It is to he closed afn*
ncariy l.OCO yea.rs of service. The
monks and dogs wiii iive in the
Rhone Vailey from now on.
Its head. Prior Lueicn GaiHoud
has explained that the hospice is
not to be abandoned compi:te!y.
Four dogs wiii stay for rescue
work. Some time ago severai dogs
were sent to Tibet to establish in
the mountains a branch of the
Great St. Brmard Hospice. The
itenneis for the famous dogs are
located at Martigny.
Older fo!ks
:ay it's
tommon
sense ..
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there are no chemicals, "o minerals,
Ha phenoi derivatives. NR Tablet! are
different—or! different. Pxrr/y tv<7*-
laMr—a combination of 10 vegttabie
ingredients (ormuiatcd over 50 years
ago. Uncoitcd or candy coated, their
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gentle, as millions of NR'shave
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