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NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, NEW ULM, TEXAS
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SUFFERED 45 YEARS
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CHAPTER XVIII.
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jolting and bumping for six days
a regular corduroy road of Ger-
mines and submarines.’ ”
An oil useful in the manufacture of
soap is obtained from grape seeds in
Argentina.
she’s
Yesterday when I saw you was
Well Man in Every Way and
Las Strong and Healthy
k I Ever Did,” He
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to
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that he was un-
that Strange’s
all /times, took on a grimmer
now; he felt a slow fury kindr
his preast.
(TQ BE CONTINUED.)
rible a thing as certain exaggerations
would make you believe.
“ ‘Anything to declare?’ a customs,
officer said to a man who had just
’ crossed the ocean.
‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘I declare that
f I’ai.one mass of black and nine bruises
from
ever
‘■’Iran
Georgia Farmer Says Tanlac Re-
lieved His Rheumatism
Entirely.
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might be a danger threatening Alaire;
and if so, it was time to act.
Phil watched his friend saddle the
bay mare, then as Dave tied his rifle
scabbard to its thong he laughed nerv-
ously.
“You’re loaded for bear.”
The horseman answered, grimly:
“I’m loaded for Jose Sanchez., If I lay
hands on him I’ll learn what he
knows.”
“You can’t get nothing out of a Mexi-
can.”
“No? I’ve made Filipinos talk. Be-
lieve me, I can be some persuasive
when I try.” With that he swung a leg
over Montrosa’s back and rode away.
Wildn’t take live hundred dol-
■P^^ncash for the good four bottles
^of Tanlac did me,” said J. M. Mallory,
a well-known farmer of Stonewall,
• Georgia, a short time ago.
“For forty-five year I suffered al-
.■piost every day,” he continued, “and
was so crippled up with rheumatism
that I had to hobble around on
crutches. My knees were so stiff I
could hardly bend them and often I
have been so weak that I have had to
take to my bed for weeks at a time.
More-than half the time I couldn’t do
any work. I had indigestion and stom-
ach trouble, too, and my back hurt so
bad that I couldn’t lay on my left side
at all. I tried every medicine I saw
advertised and many prescriptions be-
sides, but kept getting worse.
“My brother living in Atlanta told
me what Tanlac had done for him and
begged me to try it. Well, sir, I have
taken four bottles in all and have
thrown my crutches away for the rheu-
matism is entirely gone and I can
A jump two .feet off the ground without
it hurting mfe a bit. I am a well man
in every way and feel as strong and
healthy as I ever did in my life.”
There is a Tanlac dealer in your
town.—Adv.
Up to Date.
Campus Visitor—What is that
■■xmOfi-.se building over there?
Student Guide—That’s our new gym-
nasium.
Campus Visitor—And that little one.
not much larger than a doghouse?
Student Guide—’At’s our new
brary.
An Exaggeration.
“Crossing the ocean nowadays
a serious proposition,” said J. P. Mor-
gan, who crosses the ocean continu-
RJRTH OVER $125
A BOTTLE HE SAYS
A Surprise.
Law found it good to feel a horse
between his knees. He had not realized
until now how long Montrosa’s saddle
had been empty. The sun was hot and
friendly, the breeze was sweet in his
nostrils as he swept past the smiling
fields and out into the mesquite coun-
try. Heat waves danced above the
patches of bare ground; insects sang
noisily from every side; far ahead the
road ran a wavering course through a
deceitful-mirage of rippling ponds. It-
was all familiar, pleasant'; it was
home. With every mile he covered his
strength and courage increased.
Such changes had come into his life
since his last visit to Las Palmas that
it gave film a feeling of unreality to
discover no alteration in the ranch.
He had somehow felt that the build-
ings would look older, that the trees
would have grown taller, and so when
he finally came in sight of his desti-
nation he reined in to look.
Behind him he heard the hum of
approaching motor, and he turned
behold a car racing along the road
had just traveled. The machine was
running fast, as a long streamer of
choking dust gave evidence, and Dave
soon recognized it as belonging to
Jonesville’s prosecuting attorney. As
it tore past him its owner shouted
something, but the words were lost. In
the automobile with the driver were
several passengers, and one of these
likewise called to Dave and seemed to
motion him to follow. When the ma-
chine slowed down a half-mile ahead
and veered abruptly into the Las Pal-
mas gateway, Dave lifted Montrosa to
a run, wondering what pressing neces-
sity could have induced the prosecut-
ing attorney to risk
burst of speed.
Dave told himself
duly apprehensive;
warnings had worked upon his nerves.
Nevertheless, he continued to ride so
hard .tlnit almost befocg..the..dnst had.
settled he, too, turned into the shade
of the palms.
Yes, there was excitement here;
something was evidently very much
amiss, judging from the groups of
ranch-hands assembled upon the porch.
They were clustered about the doors
and windows, peering in. Briefly they
turned their faces toward Law; then
they crowded closer, and he perceived
that they were not talking. Some of
them had removed their hats and held
them in their hands.
Dave’s knees shook under him as he
dismounted; for one sick, giddy instant
the scene swam before his eyes; then
he ran toward the house and up the
steps. He tried to frame a question,
but his lips were stiff with fright.
Heedless of those in his path, he forced
his vvay into the house, then down the
hall toward an open door, through
which he saw a room full of people.
From somewhere came the shrill wail-
ing of a woman; the_hou.se was full of
hushed voices and whisperings. Dave
had but one thought. From the depths
of his - being a voice called Alaire’s
name until his brain rang with it.
A bed was in the room, and around
it was gathered a group of white-faced
people. With rough hands Law cleared
a way for himself, and then stopped,
frozen in his tracks. His arms relaxed,
his fingers unclenched, a great sigh
whistled from his lungs. Before him,
booted, spurred, and fully dressed, lay
the dead body of Ed Austin.
Dave was still staring at the master
of Las Palmas when the prosecuting
attorney spoke to him.
“God! This is terrible, isn’t it?” he
said. “He must have died instantly.”
“Who—did it?”
“We don’t know yet. Benito found
him and brought him in. He hasn’t
been dead an hour.”
Law ran his eyes over the room, and
then asked, sharply, “Where is Mrs.
Austin?”
He was answered by Benito Gon-
zales, who had edged closer. “She’s
not here,, senor.”
“Have you notified her?”
Benito shrugged. “There has been
no time, it all happened so quickly—”
Someone interrupted, and Dave saw
that it was the local sheriff—evidently
it was he who had waved from the
speeding machine a few moments be-
fore.
“I’m glad you’re here, Dave, for you
can give me a hand. I’m going to round
up- these Mexicans right away and find
out what they know. Whoever did it
hasn’t gone far; so you act as my
deputy and see what you can learn.”
When Dave had gained better con-
trol of himself he took Benito outdoors
and demanded full details of the trag-
Huthor of ‘ ‘ The Spoilers, * * * * The Iron Trail,”
“The Silver Horde,” Etc,
edy. With many lamentations and In-
coherencies the range boss told wha*
he knew.
Ed had met his death within a half-
mile of Las Palmas as he rode home
for dinner. Benito, himself on his way
to the house, had found the body, still
warm, near the edge of the pecan,
grove. He had retained enough sense
to telephone at once to Jonesville, and
then—Benito hardly knew what he had
done since then, he was so badly
shaken by the tragedy.
“What time did it happen?”
“It was noon when I came in.”
Dave consulted his watch, and
surprised to discover that-it was
only a few minutes past one. It
evident, therefore, that Benito had in-
deed lost no time, and that his alarm
had met with instant response.
“Now tell me, who did it?”
Benito flung his hands high. “God
knows 1 Some enemy, of course; but
Don Eduardo had many.”
“Not that sort of enemies. There
was nobody who could wish to kill
him.”
“That is as it is.”
“Haven’t you any suspicions?”
“No, senor.”
“You say Mrs. Austin is gone?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.” ,
Dave spoke brusquely: “Come, Beni-
to ; you must know, fof your wife went
with her. Are you trying to keep
something back?”
“No, no! As God is my judge!”
Benito declared. “I didn’t know they
were going until the very last, and
even then Dolores would tell me noth-
ing. We were having bad times here
at Las Palmas; there were stormy
scenes yonder in the house. Senor Ed
was drinking again, you understand?
The senora had reason to go.”
“You think she ran away to escape
him?”
“Exactly.”
Dave breathed more easily, for this
seemed to settle Strange’s theory. The *
next instant, however, his apprehen-
sions were doubled, for Benito added:
“No doubt she went to La Feria."
Law uttered an incredulous exclama-
tion. “Not there! Surely she wouldn’t
go to La Feria at such a time. Why,
that country is ablaze. Americans are
fleeing from Mexico.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Benito
confessed. “But if she didn’t go there,
where did she go? Saints above! It
is a fine condition of affairs when a
wife keeps secrets from her husband,
eh? I suppose Dolores feared I would
tell Don Eduardo, God rest his soul!
This much I do know, however: not
long ago there came a letter from
Geuei'al Longorio; offering settlement '
for those cattle he stole in his govern-
ment’s name. Dolores told me the
senora was highly pleased and was go-
ing to Mexico for her money.' It was a
mark of Longorio’s favor, you under-
stand ine? He’s a great—friend, an
ardent admirer.” Benito winked. “Do-
lores told me all about that, too. No,
I think they went to La Feria.”
Dave remembered his first conversa-
tion with Phil Strange and the fortune-
teller’s insistence that some powerful
person -was behind Jose Sanchez. More
than three weeks ago Strange had fore-
cast something very like this murder
of Ed Austin. Dave felt as if he were
the victim of an hysterical imagina-
tion. Nevertheless, he forced himself
to ask, quietly:
“Is Jose Sanchez anywhere about?”
The range boss shrugged. “I sent
him to the east pasture this morning.”
“Did he go?”
“Eh? So ! You suspect Jose of this.
God in heaven! Jose is a wild boy—
But wait! I’ll ask Juan if he saw Kim ;
yes, and Victoria, too. That is Victoria
you hear squalling in the kitchen. Wait
here.”
Benito hurried away, leaving Dave a
prey to perplexity; but. he was back
again in a few moments. His face was
grave.
“Jose did not go to the east pasr
ture,” he said.
“Where is he now?”
“No one seems to know.”
Law walked to his horse, mounted,
and galloped away. Benito,
watched him, saw that he turned
ward the river road which led to
Las Palmas pumping plant.
The more Dave thought about
Austin’s death, the more certain he be-
came that it was in some way con-
nected with Alaire’s disappearance;
and the loose end by which the tangle
might be unraveled, it seemed to him,
lay in the hands of Rosa Morales,
Jose’s sweetheart. That Sanchez was
the murderer Dave now had little
doubt; but since the chance of appre-
hending him was small, he turned his
attention to the girl. He would'make
Rosa speak, he told himself, if he had
to use force—this was no time for gen-
tle methods. If she knew >gught of
Alaire’s whereabouts or the mystery of
her departure from Las Palmas, he
would find aj way to wring the truth
from her. LWve’s face, a trifle too som-
ber at
aspect
ling in
Valtsy of Humiliation.
The Valffy of Humiliation is of itseli
as fruitful ia place as any the crow
flies over.
until he was discovered. Mont-
signaled, then trotted toward him
ears -and tail lifted. Her delight
open and extravagant; her wel-
come was as enthusiastic as a horse
could make it. Gone were her coquetry
and airs; she nosed and nibbled Dave;
she rubbed and rooted him with the
violence of a battering-ram, and per-
mitted him to hug her and murmur
words of love into her velvet ears. She
swapped, confidence for confidence,
top; and then, when he finally walked
back toward the house, she followed
closely, as if fearful that* he might
again desert her.
Phil Strange met the lovers as they
turned the corner of the porch, and
warmly shook Dave’s hand. “Teeny—
my wife—told me you was better,” he
began,, “so I beat it out here. I hung
around all day yesterday, waiting to
see you, but you was batty.”
“I was pretty sick,” Dave acknowl-
edged. “Mrs. Strange was mighty kind
to me.”
“Sick people get her goat. She’s got
a way with ’em and with animals, too.
Why, Rajah, the big python with our
show, took sick one year, and he’d have
died sure only for her. Same with a
lot of the other animals. She knows
more’n any vet I ever saw.”
“Perhaps I needed a veterinary in-
stead of a doctor,” Dave smiled. “I
guess I’ve got some horse blood in me.
See!” Montrosa had thrust her head
under his arm and was- waiting for
him to scratch her ears.
“Well, I brought you some mail,”
Strange fumbled in his pocket for a
small bundle of letters, explaining:
“Blaze gave me these for you as 1
passed the post office."
Dave took the letters with a word of
thanks, and thrust them carelessly in-
to his pocket. “What seems to be the
trouble?” he inquired.
“You remember our last talk? Well,
them Mexicans have got me rattled.
I’ve been trying everywhere to locate
you., ^f-yg^^jn’t come home I’d have
or
of Whe»L
Ssrt«7. Salt and Vw,
felt the familiar
of his cartridge-belt, when he
tested his free mu scles, he realized
that he was another man. Even yet
he could not put m;uch faith in Phil
Strange’s words—nevertheless, there
“Then you’ve
more ?”
Phil nodded, and his sallow face
puckered with apprehension. “Rosa
Morales has been to see me regular.”
Dave passed an uncertain hand over
his forehead. “I’m not in very good
shape to tackle a new proposition, but
—what is it?”
“We’ve got to get Mrs. Austin away
from here.”
“We? Why?”
“Ir'we don’t they’ll steal her.”
“Steal her?” Dave’s amazement was
no+onf. “Are you crazy?”
"Sometimes i think I am, but I’ve
pumped that Morales girl dry, and I
can’t figure anything else out of what
she tells me. Her and Jose expect to
make a lump of quick money, jump to
Mexico, get married, and live happy
ever after. Take it from me, it’s Mrs.
Austin they aim to cash in on.”
“Why—the idea’s ridiculous !”
“Maybe it is and maybe it ain’t,” the
fortune-teller persisted. “More than
one rich Mexican has been grabbed
and held for ransom along this river;
yes, and Americans, too, if you can
believe the stories. Anything goes in
that country over there.”
“You think Jose is planning to kid-
nap her? Nonsense! One man couldn’t
do such a thing.”
“I didn’t say he could,” Phil de-
fended himself, sulkily. “Remember,
I told you there was somebody back
of him.”
“Yes, I remember, but you didn’t
know exactly who.”
“Well, I don’t exactly know yet. I
thought maybe you might tell me.”
There was a brief silence, during
which Dave stood frowning. Then he
appeared to shake himself free from
Phil’s suggestions.
“It’s too utterly preposterous. Mrs.
Austin has -stit’s a person
of importance. If. by any chance she
disappeared—”
“She’s done that very little thing,”
Strange declared.
“What?”
“She’s disappeared—anyhow,
gone. ”
laid up and couldn’t help me, I phoned
her ranch; somebody answered in
Spanish, and from,what I could make
out they don’t know where she is.”
Dave wondered if he nad understood
Strange aright, or if this could be a
trick of his own tired brain. Choosing
his words carefully, he said: “Do you
mean to tell me that she’s missing and
they haven’t given an alarm ? I reckon
you didn’t understand the message, did
you?”
Strange shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t.
Suppose you try. You sabe the lingo.”
Dave went to the telephone, Igaving
Phil to wait. When he emerged from
the house a few moments later, it was
With a queer, set look upon his face.
“I got ’em,” he said. “She’s gone—
left three days ago.”
“Where did she go?”
“They wouldn’t tell me.”
“They wouldn’t?” Strange looked
up sharply.
“Wouldn’t or couldn’t.” The men
eyed each other silently; then Phil in-
quired :
“Well, what do you make of it?”
“I don’t know. She wasn’t kidnaped,
that’s a cinch, for Dolores went with
her. I—think we’re exciting ourselves
unduly.”
The little fortune-teller broke out
excitedly: “Yes we are! Why do you
suppose I’ve been playing that Morales
girl? I tell you there’s something
crooked going on. Don’t I know?
Didn’t I wise you three weeks 'ago that
something like this was coming off?”
It was plain that Phil put complete
faith in his powers of divination, and
at this moment his earnestness carried
a certain degree of conviction. Dave
made an effort to clear his tired brain.
• “Very well,” he said. “If you’re so
sure, I’ll go’ to Las Palmas. I’ll find
out all about it, and where she went.
If anybody has dared to—” He drew
a deep breath and his listlessness van-
ished ; his eyes gleamed with a hint of
their customary fire. “I
got one punch left in me.”
and strode to his room.
As Dave changed into
clothes he was surprised to feel a new
vigor in his limbs :/,id a new strength
of purpose in his mii^d. When he stood
in his old boots am"
drag
A Boy With a Future.
Ellis Perrot Blister, the fly-fishing
expert, said at a banquet:
“The prime virtue of a good angler
is patience. No man or boy ever de-
veloped into a successful fisherman
who hadn’t at least twice the patience
•of Job.
“There’s a boy in Shawnee who is
going to make a champion one of these
days. I haw him fishing the other aft-
ernoon on the bank of a creek, and
I said to him:
“ ‘What are you fishing for, son?”
“ ‘Snigs,’ said he.
“‘What are snigs?’ said I.
“/I dunno,’ said the boy.rt ‘I
never caught none yet.’ ”
CHAPTER XVII.—Continued.
—17—
A little later Paloma, pale and heavy-
eyed, stole into the room, and Dave’s
cheerful greeting awoke Mrs. Strange
with a jerk.
“So! You’re feeling better, aren’t
you?” the latter woman cried, heartily.
“Yes. How did I get here?” Dave
asked. “I must have been right sick
and troublesome to you.”
Paloma smiled and nodded. “Sic’
Why, Dave, you frightened us near<aS<j
death! You were clear out of J '
head.”
Mrs. Strange broke into his frown-
ing meditation to ask, “How long since
you had a night’s sleep?”
“I— Oh, the prosecutor at Browns-
ville ain’t let me alone a minute for a
week.”
“Umph ! I thought so. You puzzled
that pill-roller, but doctors don’t know
anything, anyhow. Why, he wanted to
wake you up to find out what ailed
you! I threatened to scald him if he
did.”
“I seem to remember talking a good
deal,” Dave ventured. “I reckon I—
said a lot of foolish things.” He caught
the look that passed between his
nurses and its significance distressed
him.
Mrs.-, Strange continued: “That’s
how we guessed what your trouble
was, and that’s why I wouldn’t let that
fool doctor disturb you. Now that
you’ve had a sleep and are all right
again, I’m going home and change my
clothes^ I haven’t had them off for
two nights.”
“Two njghts!” Dave stared in be-
wilderment. Then he lamely apolo-
gized for the trouble he had caused,
and tried to thank the women for their
kindness. 1
—H...'Wfci1.. ..aJien,. an.Jiqur.Ja ter,.
he came downstairs for breakfast; but
otherwise he felt better than for many
days; and Blaze’s open delight at see-
ing him did him as much good as the
food he ate.
Dave spent part of the morning sun-
ning himself on the porch, reading the
papers with their exciting news. Dur-
ing his absence Paloma had done her
best to spoil Montrosa, and among oth-
er marks of favor had allowed her free
run of the yard, where- the shade was
cool and the grass fine, and where de-
licious tidbits were to be had from the
kitchen for the mere asking. In con-
sequence, Dave did not remain there
long
rosa
with
was
People eat
GrapeNuts
because they
Jike it and
they know its
good for them
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