San Patricio County News (Sinton, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 39, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 27, 1927 Page: 3 of 10
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SAN PATRICIO COUNTY NEWS, SINTON, TEXAS, OCTOBER 27, 1927
centrated Intel! igenoe of the man
glvatued through, the unwieldy flesh.
“The Spaniards have crossed the
river. It’s taken a fortnight of every
Inducement we could offer. Rain has
been heavy in the hills and the darn
Is already swollen, in a few weeks,
when tire wet season sets in, we shall
have a new ally ! 1’ae wall can he
blown up*below the data. It must he
done at night and in an hour the
Spanish force will be cut in half
Then we must attack—no half-meas-
ures, mind you! We’ve got to smash
them." ‘
•'It means leaving the north de-
fenseless.'’
“String the Arab tribes along there
and back your luck, Sidi.” Westw.vn
smiled. “We must make a bid for
peace while there is still food in the
Itiff. Next year famine will be a
worse enemy than France or Spain.”
The sultan did not answer. He sat
very still in his hand-woven woolen
djellaba, no different from those of
his followers. His very white linen
and the skull cap be wore, instead of
the usual twisted rope agall, accentu-
ated the darkness of his face. “You
mean to move the guns across?”
“A couple of batteries. I’ll trust
most to our rifles, but no one must
guess. This must be between you and
me, Sidi. The Spaniards will have to
be tempted farther up from the river
and there must be no obvious move-
ment ampng the hills. The men can
march by night, when the airplanes
are safe at Adjir.”
“They never venture far Inland!
Bismillah, what an amount of lead
they have wasted among the rocks!”
The sultan’s gesture was contemptu-
ous. “You think peace will follow a
Spanish defeat?”
“I am sure of It,” said Westwyn.
Patiently he repeated his arguments.
France did not want to rule the RifT.
She was out to Insure her own terri-
tory. Already tired of what she con-
sidered a fruitless waste of life, Paris
bad cut down the war rote by a mil-
liard francs. “It Is Spain who is our
enemy," he ended.
Still Abd-el Krim hesitated. It was
against his whole policy to risk so
From the first his campaign
“Zarifa!” she called. “Isn’t there a
mirror in the whole village?”
“Yes, yes," shrilled the handmaiden.
“I will get one.” And. when the light
was almost gone, she bustled into the
room with a fly-blown glass, ornately
framed in gilt. “It belongs to Sidi
Mohameds wife and she was proud
and grateful to lend it to a bride.” j
Rosemary’s mood w as proof against j
her giggles. She studied her face j
with considerable attention. “It’s like i
meeting an old acquaintance," she re- 1
fleeted, and sndied with firm lips, so !
thin skinned that the blood under-
neath was like red. smooth petals.
Zarifa watched her draw' a damp
finger across her eyebrows, which
were long and slim, and comb her
hair, pushing it into waves with impa-
patient purpose.
‘VVallahi, Allah has given you
beauty. The Raid may well be
pleased.” The words rolled off Rose-
mary’s new security. Site was glad
she was beautiful, for it made things
more exciting. Some day, perhaps,
•Westwyn would realize it. Her cheeks
began to burn. She must not look
back. There were things she couldn’t
bear to remember, worst of all the
moment when the Raid had picked
her bodily off the couch and told her
to play the game. D—n him, she
thought, and then pushed away her
resentment, packing it down amidst
layers of common sense.* It was no
use regretting anything. She must
begin all over again.
They sat on the couch, talking long
after Ahmed had cleared away the
dishes, delighted at the destruction
which proved his skill. Westwyn was
preoccupied, though he took in every
detail of the girl’s grace, as she twist-
ed Into the most comfortable position
against the brilliant bolsters.
“He can’t get away from his soldiery,"
thought Rosemary, but the man’s txiind
was fixed on pajamas I What the
deuce did she sleep In, he wondered.
Why bo earth hadn’t he thought of It
before. His teetb bit into the pipe-
stem. Planning a southern offensive,
decided his companion, half amused,
half annoyed. She moved restlessly
which Westwyn had left. Zarifa,
tearing herself reluctantly from the
excitement in the court, smiled when
she saw her mistress So absorbed.
"Allah give you happiness," she whis-
pered, “but you must prepare for the
masters return.”
“Don’t be an idiot!” retorted Rose-
mary in English.
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Wyu Service
no words to voice
!' her objections. Discouragement was
replacing the wild excitement of the
^;^'«WB^Ing. She felt inert and incapable
of argument.
“You’d better come down some time
£ ; this aftemooh. I’m afraid you haven't
many belongings to move, have you?"
“I must give yon back one of
said Rosemary, holding out
’ the ring. “What a gorgeous motto. 1
wish ft were mine."
BB@g&-*rag man stifled a smile, “Let’s con-
it youra for the moment' You’4
better keep tills sign of our bargain
the Riffs have got used to it. I
* suppose If*'much too big.” He took
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her ^and and moved the signet up and
down the third finger. What lovely
hands she had. They reminded him of
a picture he’d seen
somewhere, a
||it Bering a cup to some Italian
j|B/and the wine was poisoned,
matter very much from such
id? Westwyn grinned at the re-
in. Marriage put odd Ideas into
hw’s head, but—he pulled Win*
together—It wasn’t a real mar-
was still twisting the ring
Rosemary spoke,
won’t fall off," she said. “TO
■it foil a, few days and then giro
ck to you."
eep It While you’re In Tetchd!,'*
ed- Westwyn* end, without «oy
'inustuiemrteji; he bent' and kissed
tf«ider, «itt-burned fingers which
'to Withdraw themselves from his
t i»p count on me., you
Ite eekL a Ifttle awkwardly.
Strode away before the girt could I
| much.
I had been one of pretense, sniping
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suggestion of force, never an open at-
tack. “Suppose you are mistaken and
Petain pushes into the mountaius?"
“Then we lose," said the English-
man, but his carelessness did not de-
ceive his chief.
“You are very certain.”
“Yes.” Westwyn leaned forward.
“It’s our chance, Sidi—a desperate
one If you like, but the only one*
We’ve got to force the Issue.” His
determination began to have its effe#
on the sultan. The steadiness of tli'O
queer, light eyes was hypnotic. “Risk
|t, man. Call the French bluff!”
Westwyn smashed his fist on the
ground. The two men looked at each
other, while the slave held his breath,
aware of the clash of the wills.
“Allah has given you wisdom," said
Abd-el Krim at last. “It shall be as
you wish.”
Westwyn strode up to his house
i with a smile on set lips. He had for-
gotten his horse, still tethered by the
sultan’s gate. God! What a garnet
They were bound to win. If only the
news didn’t leak out. He’d have to
keep El Krim up to the point No,
the man wouldn’t let him down. He’d
be on edge all the time, but once he’d
given his word he’d stick to It With
his mind full of such thoughts, West-
j wyn eptered his house by the nearest
way, which happened to be the little-
used harem door.
Ing, Isn't It?” returned Westwyn, re-
garding her as if she were a strategic
puzzle, and wondering whether he
could offer her some pajamas! Op-
pressed by the problem, his leave tak-
ing was somewhat disconnected. “1
suppose Zarifa can make this into a
decent bed.” he remarked, prodding
the hard, hempen couch. His gaze
wandered round the room, with Its
bare mud walls decorated with texts
from the Koran, and its islands of
camp furniture upon a sea of matting.
“I’m afraid it’s awfully uncomforta-
ble.” he said. “I do hope you’ll be
all right If you’ll wait a minute I’ll
get you—” and he disappeared through
the door into the yard.
Rosemary sat on the window ledge
contemplating a comer of starlit sky
—It looked as If It were a flower bed.
She felt she could pick out the big-
gest stars and set them like candles on
the table. \Vestwyn’s footsteps came
slowly acrogjp the yard. He hesitated
In the doorway, a bundle of pale-col-
ored garments in his arms. His smile
was guilty, but there was a twinkle in
his eyes.
“Look here, Roseituiry—you’ll have
to let me call you that; I can’t say
Mrs. Westwyn, can I?—it would be In-
discreet, I suppose, to ask what you
do sleep in, but I thought perhaps
you’d let me lend you these.” He
dumped the pajamas on the couch.and
retreated, with the air of getting as
ter away from them as possible.
Rosemary struggled not to laugh.
His embarrassment made her mistress
of the situation. “Thank you, awfully.
It’ll be a great Improvement on a bar-
racan. So scratchy, you know, and my
toes always get entangled in the
fringe.” From sheer mischief she
crossed to the couch and picked up a
striped coat. “1 shall disappear In it
altogether and never be found again,”
she said, measuring the arms.
Westwyn was amused. Two could
play that game! “Turn up the
j sleeves,” he suggested, and came over
to help. It was while they were both
holding the coat, laughing at each
other as they weighed and summed up
the new feeling between them, that a
burst of music came from outside.
Wild and stormy, It was sound woven
Into the passion of a marriage night
the song of women drifting like leaves
on a tide. It caught at Rosemary’s
heart, and her face reflected some-
thing of its tumult
“What Is it?” she asked, and no-
ticed the man’s hands clenched on the
stuff they held.
“It’s the village women. They have
come here to celebrate the wedding.
Listen, now.” For the life of him he
couldn’t help touching her arm.
Through the music came a ringing
ululation, the primitive rejoicing of
woman In her mate, her glad promise
of fertility. The mask of civilization
was torn from Rosemary as the music
wrenched her nerves. For a minute
she was as much potential wife as any
of the shrouded figures who rejoicdW
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hr* Their bands met and West-
toeched his with his lips in Arab
on. The suitar made a gesture
datag. He signaled to a servant
ring the Englishman’s horse and,
further greetings from Mohafu-
ll. a more muscular edition of his
ter, the cavalcade continued Its
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■ When they reached Menebbhe’s
house Westwyn took his* leave, for few
people and no foreigners see Ahd-el
Krim afoot. Lame from a wound oc-
curred to escaping eight years ago
from a Spanish prison In'Mellila, and
sensitive of the disfigurement, he re-
celyes h1s counselors seated and his
warriors to the saddle.
When Westwyn returned for a for-
mal audience he found the sultan es-
tablished on a mattress covered with
carpets, a rifle and cartridge pouch
hanging on the wall above him, a black,
servant behind him. After the usual
greetings and inquiries, formal as
If the two had not met for months,
the Uiftian leader signaled his guest
to a chair, the only one In the room,
boft the Englishman seated himself
crosMagged on the floor. A map was
spread between them and Abd el
Krim, Ignoring his attendant, drew his
finger slang the French front.
gWpNiW news that an offensive ts
pending." Though he spoke Spanish
fluently, the sultan generally Insisted
on using the Shtllub dialect, which
Bad to he Interpreted to strangers,
pHp-wit!> fbls. one friend who, alone
among Europeans, he trusted, be
spoke Arabic. “There is to be a si-
multaneous attack right along the
111/ feint,” said Westwyn. “They
won’t push It home."
“How can we tell?" asked the sul-
tan. his eyes narrowed and anxious.
Here was no legendary hero, do reck-
less preacher of Jehad, but a shrewd
canning and deliberate, unwill-
ing to take great risks If lesser ones
would serve. a
"We can’t," retorted Westwyn.
“We’ve got to chance It” He tapped
the northern edge of a map where
the red dots marked the Spanish out-
Consequently, he
almost fell over Rosemary, who was
sitting on a pile of stones Inside.
“Lord, what a day!“ thought the matt,
and dragged his brain back from the
water power in the southern hills.
“I say. I’m most awfully sorry. I
forgot you were here,”
“Women and war! They don’t mix
well,” retorted Rosemary, smiling and
annoyed.
Westwyn explained. “I’ve just
come from Abd-el Krim. He was full
of news.”
“You look bursting with it.”
The man langhed. “I say, let’s have
a truce, or do you want to prosecute
me for trespassing?” He studied the
slender figure in a short red and blue
•triped skirt, adapted from a barra-
can. The indigo Jumper bared arms
which were faintly sunburned and the
ankles, too, were bare, above prim-
rose-yellow native slippers.
Rosemary blushed. “My solitary
pair of stockings has deserted me—
piecemeal have I buried them! I am
doing the sun cure. I hope you ap-
prove.”
The gallantry of her appealed tc
Westwyn. “With all my worldly goods
I have thee endowed—temporarily, of
course—but I don’t know if you’ll find
anything of much use among them.”
“You give me leave to investigate?”
| The strain was over. Rosemary, de-
feated, felt there was no need to fight
any more. However unwilling she
was to accept it, she knew she could
rely on this man’s protection—hor-
rible word!
STATE OF TEXAS
COUNTY OF SAN PATRICIO
By virtue of Order of Sale issued
out of the 44th Judicial District Court
of Dallas County, Texas, on a judg-
ment rendered in said Court on the
15th day of August, A. D. 1927, in
favor of Dallas Joint Stock Land Bank
and against T. G. Hyslop and wife
Blanche Hyslop in the case of the
Dallas Joint Stock Land Bank against
T G. Hyslop and wife Blanche Hyslop
No. 68962-B in said Court, I did on the
24th day of September 1927 levy upon
the following described tracts and par-
cels of land situated in San Patricio
County, State of Texas, as property
of said T. G. Hyslop and wife Blanche
Hyslop, the fqjlowing described prop-
erty, to-wit:
Being 160 acres of land more or less,
in San Patricio County, Texas, known,
and described as the Southeast Quar-
ter (SE1) of Section No. 10 of the
Geo. H. Paul Subdivision of the J. J.
Welder Ranch, as shown by map or
plat of said subdivision of record in
Map records of San Patricio County,
Texas, said map known as “Map A of
the Geo. H. Paul Subdivision of the
J. J. Welder Ranch.”
And on the 6th day of December,
1927, being the first Tuesday in said
month, between the hours of 10 A. M.
and 4 P. M. on said day, at the Court
House door of said County, I will offer
for sale and sell at public auction,
for Cash, all the right, title and inter-
est of the said T. G. Hyslop and wife,
Blanch Hyslop in and to said prop-
erty.
i Dated at Sinton, Texas, this the 19th
day of October, A. D. 1927.
S. F. HUNT. Sheriff,
San Patricio County, Texas.
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CHAPTER VIII
Rosemary stayed In the yard,
though the stones of her seat were
sharp. She must forget what she
stigmatized as the “ridiculousness” of
the last week. If she treated the situ-
ation as perfectly normal, It would
become so of course. She resolved to
Interest herself in the Riffian war, to
study the customs and politics of the
people. In time she might get as ex-
cited about them as the Raid. For
an instant she saw herself an African
Joan of Arc. Then her hare legs at-
tracted her attention. “Economical,"
thought. “Healthy, hut not at nil
engaging!’’ Her thought;,, flew on.
’I want to wipe these out and, to
•o. I must have every availahte
a. Leave a few snipers on the
ith. They can harass the French
I put up a good enough show to
to Petain on excuse for delay.
«nwhlle we’ll smash these fellows
for all."
‘What la your plan?” asked the
IF* and there was sudden keenness
W* eyes The outlines of his face
m*d less heavy. The biting, coa-
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W. B. MOSS
Attorney-at-Law
Sparks-Easton Building
OR. L. E. CALDWELL
Dentist
Office over Sinton State Bank
Phone 237 8inton, Texas
I An old bachelor says that a woman’s
i tongue is an organ without stops.
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San Patricio County News (Sinton, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 39, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 27, 1927, newspaper, October 27, 1927; Sinton, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth716816/m1/3/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Sinton Public Library.