The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, July 5, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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LE OF THE PLAINS
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Author Of‘My Lady Of The South" \y
*Whem Wilderness Was King.' Etc.Etc .'iUi
Illustratioms By Dearborn
(Copyright. A. C. McClurg & Co., 1910.)
SYNOPSIS.
Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor-
der plainsman, is looking for roaming war
parties of savages. He sees a wagon team
•at full gallop pursued by men on ponies.
"When Keith reaches the wagon the raid-
ers have massacred two men and de-,
parted. He searches the victims finding
papers and a locket with a woman’s por-
trait. Keith is arrested at Carson City,
charged with the murder, his accuser be-
ing a rutflan named Black Bart. A negro
companion in his cell named Neb tells him
that he knew the Keiths In Virginia, Neb
«ays one of tne murdered men was John
Sibley, the other Gen. Willis Waite, form-
erly a Confederate officer. The plainsman
and Neb escape, and later the fugitives
come upon a cabin and find its occupant
to be a young girl, whom Keith thinks
■he saw at Carson City. The girl explains
that she is in search of a brother, who
had deserted from the army. and that a
Mr. Hawley induced *her to com6 to the
cabin while he sought her brother. Haw-
ley appears, and Keith in hiding recog-
nizes him as Black Bart. There is a ter-
rific battle in the darkened room Sn which
Keith is victor. Horses are appropriated,
«.nd the girl who says that her name is
Hope, joins in the escape. Keith 'explains
his situation and the fugitives make for
Fort Earned, where the girl is left with
the hotel landlady. Miss Hope tells that
•he is the daughter of General Waite.
Keith and Neb drift into Sheridan, where
Keith meets an old friend. Dr. Falrbain.
Keith meets the brother of Hope Waite,
under the assumed name of Fred Wil-
loughby, and becomes convinced that
Hlack Bart has some plot involving the
5^0. Hope learns that Gen. Waite, who
Wa? thought murdered, is at Sheridan,
end g°e* there, where she is mistaken for
vi- Maclaire, the Carson City singer.
K®*th meets the real Christie Maclaire
«-nd finds that Black Bart has convinced
Lhat there is a mystery in her life
^nlc" J?.e ls koing to turn to her advan-
tage, The plainsman tells Hope Waite of
her resemblance to Christie Maclaire.
They decide that Fred Willoughby may
the key to the situation. Keith finds
Willoughby shot dead. Hope Is told of
the death of her brother. Keith fails to
learn what representations Black Bart
oas made to Christie Maclaire. Hope
suggests that in order to learn the secret
«ne must briefly impersonate the stage
singer. Dr. Faij*bain is in love with
Christie Maclaire and Keith induces him
to detain her tram the stage while Hope
~oes to the theater where she meets
lack Bart, who, thus deceived, tells
Hope that General Waite has suspected
Bis plans and that they must fly. Hope,
greatly alarmed, demurs. General Waite
Appears and says Black Bart has stolen
papers from him regarding an inheri-
tance. Keith is informed that Christie
•Maclalre’s real name is Phyllis Gale and
that she is f - -- --- —
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his love for Phyllis and she accepts him.
Keith and his friends strike the trail of
Black Bart.
CHAPTER XXXI11.—(Continued.)
By this time Keith had reached a
definite decision as to his course. If
the fugitives received a fresh relay
of horses down there somewhere, and
crossed the Arkansas, he felt positive-
ly sure as to their destination. But it
would be useless pushing on after
them in the present shape of his party
—their horses worn out, and Waite
reeling giddily in the saddle. If Haw-
ley’s outfit crossed the upper ford, to-
ward which they were evidently head-
ing, and struck through the sand hills,
then they were making for the refuge
of that lone cabin on Salt Pork.
Should this prove true, then it was
probable the gambler had not even
yet discovered the identity of Hope,
lor if he had, he would scarcely ven-
ture upon taking her there, knowing
that Keith would naturally suspect
the spot. But Keith would not be like-
ly to personally take up the trail in
•search for Christie Maclaire. It must
have been Hawley then who had left
the party and ridden east, and up to
that time he had not found out his
mistake. Yet if he brought out the
lresh animals the chances were that
Hope’s identity would be revealed.
Bristoe, who had turned- aside to ex-
amine the straying horse, came trot-
ting up.
“Belonged to their outfit all right,
•Cap,” he reported, “carries the double
cross brand and that shebang Is
upon the Smokey; saddle .galls still
bleeding.”
Waite was now suffering so acute-
ly they were obliged to halt before
gaining; sight of the river, finding, for-
tunately, a water-hole fed by a spring.
As soon as the sick man could be
made comfortable, Keith gave to the
-othere his conclusions, and listened to
what they had to say. Bristoe favor-
ed clinging to the trail, ’even though
they must travel slowly, but Falrbain
insisted that Waite must be taken to
some town where he could be given
necessary care. Keith finally decided
the matter.
“None can be more anxious to reach
those fellows that I am," he declared
"but 1 know that country out south.
s.nd we’ll never get through to the
Salt Fork without fresh horses. Be-
sides, as the doctor says, we’ve got to
%ke care of Waite. If we find things
as I expect we’ll ride for Cirson City,
And re-outfit there. What’s more, we
won’t lost much time—it’s a shorter
ride from there to the cabin than from
here.”
By morning the General was able to
sit his saddle again, and ledVLag him
with Neb to follow slowly, the others
spurred forward, discovered'an outlet
through the bluff into the valley, and
crossed the Santa Fe Trail, it was
not easy to discover where those In
advance had passed this point, but
they found evidence of a late camp in
a little grove of cottonwoods beside
the river. There were traces of two
trails leading to the spot, one being
that of the same five horses they had
been following so long, the other pot
so easily read, as it had been trav-
ersed In both directions, the different
hoof marks obliterating each other
Bristoe, creeping about on hands and
cnees, studied the signs with the eyes
of an Indian.
“You kin see the diff’rence yere
whar the ground is soft, Cap,” he said,
pointing to some tracks plainer than
the others. “This yere hoss bad a
rider, but the rest of ’em was led;
thet’s why they’ve bungled up ther
trail so. An’ it wa’n’t ther same
auneb thet went back east what come
from thar—see thet split hoof! thar
ain’t no split hoof p’lnting ther other
way—but yere is the mark of the crit-
ter thet puts her foot down so fur
outside thet we’ve been a trailin’ from
Sheridan, an’ she’s p’inting east, an’
being led. Now, let’s see whar the
bunch went from yere with thet split
hoof.”
This was not so easily accom-
plished owing to the nature of the
ground, but at last the searchers
stumbled onto tracks close In under
the bank, and one of these revealed
tbe spilt hoof.
“That makes it clear, Ben,” ex-
claimed Keith, decidedly, staring out
across the river at the white sand-
hills. “They have kept on the edge of
the' water, making for the ford, which
Is yonder at the bend. They are out
in the sand desert by this time riding
for the Salt Fork. Whoever he was,
the fellow brought them five horses,
and the five old ones were taken east
again on the trail. The girl Is still
with the party, and we’U go into Car-
son City and reoutfit.”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
Again at the Cabin.
They were two weary days reach-
ing Carson City, traveling along the
open trail yet meeting with no one,
not even a mail coach passing them.
Fork. Now, angry with baffled ambi-
tion, and a victim of her trickery,
there was no guessing to what ex-
tremes the desperado might resort.
The possibilities of such a situation
made the slightest delay in rescue an
agony almost unbearable. Reaching
Carson City, and perfectly reckless as
to his own safety there from arrest,
the plainsman lost no time in perfect-
ing arrangements for pushing for-
ward. Horses and provisions were pro-
cured, and he very fortunately discov-
ered in town two cowboys belonging
to the “Bar X” outfit, their work there
accomplished and about ready to re-
turn to the ranch on the Canadian,
who gladly allied themselves with his
party, looking forward to the possi-
bilities of a fight with keen anticipa-
tion. Keith was more than ever de-
lighted with adding these to his outfit,
when, on the final arrival of the oth-
ers, the extra man brought from Sher-
idan announced that he had had
enough, and was going to remain
there. No efforts made revealed any
knowledge of Hawley’s presence in
Carson City; either he had not been
there, or else his friends were very
carefully concealing the fact. The ut-
ter absence of any trace, however, led
Keith to believe that the gambler had
gone elsewhere—probably to Fort
Larned—for his new outfit, and this
belie* left him more fully convinced
than ever of the fellow’s efforts to
conceal his trail.
The party escorting Waite reached
the town in the evening, and in the
following gray dawn the adventurers
forded the river, and tnounted on fresh
horses and fully equipped, headed
forth into the sand hills. The little
company now consisted of Keith, Fair-
bain, who, in spite of his rotundity
of form had proven himself hard and
The Four Crossed the Stream, Wading to Their Waists in the Water.
Evidently the Indians were so trou-
blesome as to interrupt all traffic with
Santa Fe and the more western forts.
The slowness of their progress was
on account of the General, whose con-
dition became worse In spite of Fair-
bain’s assiduous attentions With no
medicine the doctor could do but little
to relieve the sufferings of the older
man, although he declared that his
illness was not a serious one, and
would yield quickly to proper medical
treatment. They constructed a rude
travois from limbs of the cottonwood,
and securely strapped him thereon,
one man leading the horse, while the
doctor tramped behind.
Keith, fretting more and more over
this necessary delay, and now ob-
sessed with the thought that Hawley
must have rejoined his party on the
Arkansas and gone south with them,
finally broke away from the others
and rode ahead, to gather together tbe
necessary horses and supplies in ad-
vance of their arrival. He could not
drive from his mind the remembrance
of the gambler’s attempted familiarity
with Hope, when he had her, as be
then supposed, safe in his power once
before in that lonely cabin on the Salt
fit. Neb, having charge of the single
pack-horse, the scout Bristoe, and the
two cowboys of the “Bar X.” rough,
wiry fellow, accustomed to expo-
sure and peril. It was emphatically a
fighting outfit, and to be trusted In
emergency.
They followed the cattle trail south
toward the Salt Fork, as this course
would afford them a camp at the only
water-hole in all that wide desert ly-
ing between. With this certainty of
water, they ventured to press their
animals to swifter pace, although the
sand made traveling heavy, and the
trail Itself was scarcely discernible.
It was a hard, wearisome ride, hour
after hour through the same dull,
dreary landscape of desolation, the
hot, remorseless sun beating down
upon them, reflecting up Into their
blistered faces from the hot surface of
sand. There was scarcely a breath of
air, and the bodies of men and horses
were bathed In perspiration. Not a
cloud hung In the blue sky; no wing
of a bird broke the monotony of dis-
tance, no living animal crept across
the blazing surface of the desert. Oc-
casionally a distant mirage attracted
the eye, making the dead reality even
more horrible by its semblance to wa-
ter, yet never tempting them to stray
aside. After the first mile conversa-
tion ceased, the men riding grimly,
silently forward, intent only on cov-
ering all the distance possible. Late
that night they camped at the water-
hole, sleeping as best they could,
scourged by the chill wind which
swept over them and lashed grit into
exposed faces. With the first gray of
dawn they swung stiffened forms into
the saddles and rode on, straight as
the crow flies, for the Salt Fork. They
attained that stream at sundown, gray
with sand dust, their faces streaked
from perspiration, feeling as though
the sun rays had burned their brains,
with horses fairly reeling under them.
According to Keith’s calculation this
cattle-ford must be fully ten miles be-
low where the cabin sought was situ-
ated; two hours’ rest, with water and
food, would put both horses and men
again in condition, and the traveling
was easier along the bank of the
Fork. With this in mind, cinches were
loosened, the animals turned out to
graze, and the men, snatching a hasty
bite, flung themselves wearily on the
ground.
All but Fairbain were asleep when
Keith aroused them once more, a little
before nine, unable in his impatience
to brook longer delay. Within ten min-
utes horses were saddled, weapons
looked to carefully, and the little party
began their advance through the dark-
ness, moving cautiously over the un-
even ground, assisted greatly by tbe
bright desert stars gleaming down up-
on them from the cloudless sky over-
head. The distance proved somewhat
less than had been anticipated, and
Keith’s watch was not yet at eleven,
when his eyes revealed the fact that
they had reached the near vicinity of
the lonely island on which the cabin
stood. Reining in his horse sharply,
he swung to the ground, the others In-
stantly following his example, realiz-
ing they had reached the end of the
route Hands instinctively loosened
revolvers in readiness for action, the
younger of the “Bar X” men whistling
softly in an effort to appear uncon-
cerned. Keith, with a gesture, gather-
ed them more closely about him.
“If Hawley is here himself,” he said
quietly, watching their faces in the
starlight, “he will certainly have a
guard set, and there may be one any-
how. We can’t afford to take chances,
for there will be five men, at least, on
the island, and possibly several more.
If they are looking for trouble they
will naturally expect it to come from
the north—consequently we’ll make
our attack from the opposite direction,
and creep in on them under the shad-
ow of the corral. The first thing 1
want to do is to locate Miss Waite so
she will be in no danger of getting
hurt in the melee. You boys hold your
fire until I let loose or give the word.
Now, Doctor, I want you and Neb to
creep up this bank until you are di-
rectly opposite the cabin—he’ll know
the spot—and lie there out of sight
until we begin the shooting. Then
both sail in as fast as you can. I’ll
take Bristoe and you two “Bar X” men
along with me, and when we turn
loose with our shooting irons you can
all reckon the fight is on. Any of you
got questions to ask?”
No one said anything, the silence ac-
cented by the desert wind howling
mournfully in the branches of near-by
cottonwood.
“All right then, boys, don’t get ex-
cited and go off half cocked; be easy
on your trigger fingers. Come along,
you fellows who are traveling witli
me.”
The four crossed the stream, wading
to their waists in the water, their
horses left bunched on the south bank,
and finally crawled out into a bunch
of mesquite. As they crept along
through the darkness, whatever doubts
Keith might have previously felt re-
garding the presence on the island of
the party sought were dissipated by tha
unmistakable noise made by numer-
ous horses in the corral. Slowly, test-
ing each step as they advanced, so no
sound should betray them, the four
men reached the shelter of the stock-
ade. The older of the “Bar X” men
lifted himself by his hands, an<J
peered cautiously over.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Test for Water.
To test drinking water, put one tea-
spoonful of granulated sugar In a pint
of the water you want to test. Corfa
tightly, place on the kitchen mantel
shelf. If pure the water will remain
clear, if not It will cloud densely, and
ought to be analyzed.
Test of Eligibility.
Man’8 right to vote does not rest ou
respectability or Intelligence, but on
the very fact that he has been wear-
inj a pair of pants for twenty-ons
years, and. in all probability, eat-
ing or burning up a ton of cheap to
bacco.
Lasting Hatred.
There Is a sort of hatred which
never Is extinguished; It Is the hatred
that superiority inspirea La medicarl
ty.—Paul Bourget,
TWO GOOD FISH DELICACIES
Smoked Eels May Be Made Very Pal-
atable for Those Who Like Them
—Excellent Clam Pie.
To Smoke Eels—Clean medium sizea
eels, leaving the skin on. Wash, dry
and rub each one lightly with salt. Set
in a cool place for 24 hours, turning
twice during that time. Put a stick
through the eyes and hang about ten
eels on the stick over a barrel that
has had the bottom removed. Set the
barrel over a pan of burning charcoal
with enough sawdust sprinkled on
top of the coals to make a good smoke.
Cover the barrel with linen sacking
and smoke about three days, accord-
ing to the size of the fish.
Clam Pie—Take medium sized
clams, uniform in size, lay on a board
and cut in pieces, not too small. Chop
fine a quarter-pound salt pork, streak-
ed lean and fat. Peel and slice in
even pieces as many potatoes as you
desire.
Put in saucepan one tablespoonful
butter and two tablespoons flour.
When blended, pour in little by little
a cupful or more of milk and clam
juice or water to make a smooth
sauce. Season to taste, then add the
clams.
Make a good crust and line the sides
of a deep baking dish. Fill with the
clam mixture, placing the sliced pota-
toes on top and an inverted cup in the
center of the dish. Cover with a thin
crust and bake.
METHOD OF TESTING LARD
How One May Be Sure It Is Ready
for Its Work—Best Shirt
Bosom Board.
To test the heat of lard in. deep
frying, put in a piece of bread, and if
it browns while you count 60, your fat
is 'hot enough for raw material. If it
browns while you count 40’, it is right
for food prepared from cooked mate-
rial, such as croquettes. Use plenty
of lard, which should be strained and
put away for futurp use.
The best shirt bosom board is one
made of seasoned wood, a foot wide,
one foot and a half long, and one inch
thick. This should be covered with
two or three thicknesses of flannel,
drawn tight and liberally tacked. Make
outside strips of white cotton cloth fit-
ted to the board and put on a clean
slip every week.
In mixing cak# dough, use cups of
exactly the same size for measuring
the different ingredients.—National
^ood Magazine.
Rice Used In Hash.
Rice may very well be substituted
for potatoes in making hash, when,
either from high price or poor quality
of potatoes such substitution is de-
sired. To make a savory rice hash
: put a rounding tablespoon of butter
into a saucepan with one-fourth cup
of finely chopped onion and cook un-i
til it turns yellow; add one and one-,
half cups of finely chopped cold cook-
ed beef and a cup or more of cooked
rice; a saltspoon of pepper and half
a level teaspoon of salt. Add three
tablespoons of strained tomato and i
cover. Cook slowly until the under
side has browned, then turn1 and
brown the other side if desired. Serve
on a warm platter and garnish with
parsley or oress. Sufficient water or
stock should be added if not moist
enough to make the mixture hold to-
gether when stirred.
Tripe for Convalescents.
One pound of fresh dresed tripe,
wash it in cold water, cut into neat
square pieces, take out nearly all the
fat. Put it into a bright new stew
pan with a salt spoonful of salt, the
same of sifted sugar and of fresh-made
mustard and about a pint of milk. Boil
up slowly, skim, then simmer fully for
three hours, skim and stir frequently
to prevent the tripe burning at the
bottom. Mix a small dessertspoonful
of flour with a wine glass of cold milk,
stir In, simmer five minutes longer.
Take out the tripe, place it on a hot
dish, pour the sauce over, serve imme-
diately.
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A Hint.
The good housekeeper has a novel
way of keeping clean the top of the
gas range. She placesTdver the entire
top a piece of asbestos paper, cutting
holes for the burners. The paper
catches and holds all overflows of
food and prevents them from falling
into the range, where it is difficult to
reach and clean. By using the paper
w'hile cooking and removing it when
the range is not in use, the work of
frequent cleaning, blacking and polish-
*ug as well, is reduced to a minimum.
Delicious German Sulls.
Boil 30 or 35 cents worth of equal
quantities of fresh pigs’ feet, pork
butts and pig snouts, just covered in
water, until nlco and tender; then
pick out of the broth and cut In small
strips; then return to broth and salt
and pepper to taste; also vinegar;
stir this well; no more cooking re-
quired. Pour this into individual
bread pans or any quite deep pan.
Keep in a cool place. Fine for lunch.
Maitre d’Hotel Sauce.
Beat a cup of butter until light and
Bmooth, then whip into it* a generous
spoonful of minced parsley and a dash
of white pepper. Beat with a fork to
a smooth mass, and set on the ice un-
til wanted.
China Cement.
A strong solution of gum arable and
water mixed with enough plaster of
parts to make a thick paste. Apply
to the broken edges with a camel’s
hair brush.—National Magazine
\i7HEN it’s meal time—
VV and your appetite is
keen—and you try to think
of some tasty things to eat
—don’t tax your mind—
don’t fret and fume. Order
Vienna
Sausage
Hot or cold, they are
servable in a jiffy, and equal
the imported kind in taste
and flavor.
Once you have learned
their real quality—you will
always want them.
Always Buy—Libby's
Don’t accept a substitute.
Libby’s Foods present a wide
assortment, all the acme
of quality and reasonable in
price.
At Every Grocer*
Libby, MS Neill
& Libby
Chicago ^
Libby’s
Foods
NOT IN POSITION TO TALK
Colored Man's Theory Might Have
Been All Right, but There
Were Exceptions.
Douglas Fairbanks, out in Chicago,
went into a barber shop the other day
to get a shine. He found three negro
bootblacks there. As cme of them
rubbed Fairbanks’ shoes the subject of
women came up.
“Ah tell yo,” said the negro who
was working on the “Officer 666” ac-
tor’s shoes, “women is a peculiah
thing. Yo* gotta know just how to
handle huh or yo’ goin' to git the
worst uf it. Lots of times she’ll git
mad at yo’ an' then yo’ gotta talk to
huh. Talk to huh—that’s the way to
mastah huh. She won’t stand fo’ no
beaten’ or nothin’ lak that. Talk to
huh. That’s the way Ah handle ma
wife.”
Another negro working next to him,
looked up. “Whah did yo’ git that
black eye yo’ got, Rufe?” he asked.
“Well, tma wife done it, but—”
“Why didn’t yo’ talk to huh?"
“How could Ah?” came from the
first. “She had me by the throat wif
my wind shet off.” ‘
The things are not half so ill with
me and you as they might have been
Is half owing to the number who
lived faithfully a hidden life and rest
In unvisited tombs.—George Eliot.
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The man who paddles his own
canoe today may own a steam yacht
tomorrow. /
DUBIOUS
About What Her Husband Would Say.
A Mictj, woman tried Postum be-
feSuae coffee disagreed with her and
her husband. Tea is just as harm-
ful as coffee because it contains caf-
feine—the same drug found in cof-
fee. She writes:
“My husband was sick for three
years with catarrh of the bladder, and
palpitation of the heart, caused by
coffee. Was unable to work at all
and in bed part of the time.
“I had stomach trouble, was weak
and fretful so I could not attend to
my housework—both of us using cof-
fee all the time and not realizing it
was harmful.
“One morning the grocer’s wife
said she believed coffee was the aause
of our trouble and advised Postum. I
took it home rather dubious what my
husband would say—he was fond of
coffee.
“But I took coffee right off the table
and we haven’t used a cup of It since.
You should have seen the change in
us, and now my husband never com-
plains of heart palpitation any more.
My stomach trouble went away in two
weeks after I began Postum. My chil-
dren love It, and it does them good,
which can’t be said of coffee.
“A lady visited us who was usually
half sick. I told her I’d make her a
cup of Postum. She Bald it was taste-
less stuff, but she watched me make
it, boiling it thoroughly for 15 minutes,
and when done, she said It was splen-
did. Long boiling brings out the fla-
vor and food quality.” Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Look in pkgs. for the famous little
book, “Tbe Road to Wellville.”
Ever read the above letter? A aett
one appears from time to time. Tfcej
are icennlne, true, and fall of hamu
interest.
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