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5 or 6 doses 666 will cure any
case of fever and chills. Price, 25c.
Everett Waller was on the sick
list this week.
Dr. Foster Jarrell transacted
business in El Dorado Monday.
E. L. Stout left Monday for Eros
La., where he expects to locate.
5 or 6 doses 666 will break any
case of fever and chills. Price, 25c.
pr. W. A Murphy of Strong was
iWe Sunday afternoon professional
business.
Pine heater and stove wood,
$3.00 per • cord. Measurement
guaranteed. T. F. Ashcroft.
Mrs. G. M. Durham, who is liv
ing at Kenefic, Okla., was here
week visiting her husband.
Sam Lowery and wife of Cros
sett visited her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. M. A. King, here this week.
Mrs. J. A. Greer of Milam. Kan.,
ai rived in Huttig Sunday afternoon
to visit her son, J, E , who is ill
with typhoid fe -er.
The boys enjoyed their usual
Holloween jokes Saturday night
and had wagons and buggies on
nearly every gallery in town Sun
day morning.
Rev. C. F. Johnson, the new
pastor of thP'lrirst Baptist church,
who oreached here Sunday, re
turned to Morrilton Monday and
will move his family here next
week.
Rev. J. R. Rushing visited his
mother at Chidesfrer two days this
week and reports her suffering con
siderable from the accidental
breaking of her hip one day last
week.
Cotton ginned in Union county
proir to Oct. 18 this year was
* 5 896 bales against 4.809 in 1913
an increase of 1.085 bales, which
is due to the favorable season rath
er than an increased yield.
No. Six-Sixty-Six
Th'u ii a prescription prepared especially
for MALARIA or CHILLS A FEVER.
Five or six doses will break any case, and
if taken then as a tonic the Fever will not
return. It acts on the liver better than
Calomel and does not gripe or sicken. 25c
E. E. Buchanan and wife arrived
home from Chicago where Mrs.
Buchanan had been confined to a
hospital for seven weeks following
^n operation. Saturday afternoon.
They were accompanied by their
daughter, Miss Annie Mae. who
will spend the winter with them.
We have round trip tickets to all
local points on sale at this office
and would be glad to sell you round
trip tickets, saving you money by
buying them and at the seme time
make a better showing for our sta
tion in this manner. We solic.t
your business. D. A. Keasler,
Agent St. L. 1. M. & S. Ry.
The public schools, Sunday
schools and moving picture shows
at El Dorado have been closed for
two weeks by the city and health
officers on account of diptheria
there. There has been only one
death, but as a number of children
were exposed precautionary meas
ures were considered necessary.
Petitions for the release of J. H.
McAdams, who was sent to the
Louisiana penitentiary to serve a
seven year sentence for forgery
from Monroe, are being circulated
in North Louisiana and South
Arkansas. He was employed by
the Union Saw Mill Co., at No. 1
logging camp when arrested.
The newly elected county offic
ials took charge of their respective
offices last Saturday morning, and
it is now Circuit Clerk A D Mur
pey. County Clerk J. J. Craig,
County Judge Henry Yocum. As
sessor R. E. Harris and Surveyor
W. B. Armstrong. Sheriff J. M
Wallace and Treasurer Finn Craig
being the onty ones to succeed
themselves.
A. E. Lucas attended the Lotrs
iana state fair at Shreveport this
week.
J. C. Phillips and family have
moved into the house vacated by
E. R. Thompson.
The Embroidery club will me^t
next Wednesday afternoon with
Mrs. C. A. Berry.
Marshal T. F. Ashcroft was busy
this week with m.en and teams
grading and repairing 5th street.
The Womans' Home Mission so
ciety of the Methodist church
cleared ab ut $75 00 on their ba
zaar and supper held at Union
church last Friday afternoon and
night.
QUICK THOUGHT, WITH NERVE
Incident That Shows Modern Young
Man Is Quite Able to Look
Out for Himself.
4- certain literary man, possessor of
the learned degree of doctor, used to
take his midday luncheon at a well
kuown West End cafe in London. One
wet day the place was less fully at
tended than usual, and the miserable
Rtate of the weather Induced most of
the visitors to seek their various em
ployments as speedily as possible.
While proceeding to fallow- their ex
ample. the doctor was astonished to
find, in place of his shabby and
weather-beaten head covering, a styl
ish tall hat, shining with sparkling
brilliancy.
He could only attribute this quasl
magical change to the delicate atten
tion of some friend, and hastened to
display the acquisition, with no little
pride, to his family. The next day a
young man accosted him at the cafe
and politely remarked:
"Doctor, allow me to claim my hat
and to apologize far the apparent mis
take. The fact was, however, I had
.10 umbrella, and you had one. I did
riot know w-hat to do to prevent my
new hat being spoilt in the rain, and
as I knew yours could not be made
much worse than It is, I borrowed it,
and now return it, with thanks."
SAYS PATENTS HELP PUBLIC
Give to .the Citizen the Right of En
joyment of the Property of the
Original Inventor.
A patent right Is not a monopolj
within the true definition of the word,
says a writer in Leslie's. It is not an
appropriation from the public domain
of anything. Every invention is a
now creation. It is an addition to
the world's knowledge and instrum*,'
talities. It is the sole individual
property of the inventor, its creator.
The public has absolutely no right
in it
In behalf of the public, however, the.
government seeks to make a contract
with the inventor whereby its citi
zens shall have the enjoyment of the
invention at the end of the brief pe
riod of 17 years. The right then is
the right to ekclude others from us
ing, or appropriating, what is, in the
first instance, and continues to be,
the inventor's own. It is the inven
tor that gives ail that is given. The
public is the real beneficiary.
It is because of this, and because
the patent laws offer the inducement
to the Inventor to disclose his inven
tion, that the public has obtained the
benefits and advantages that have pro
ceeded from the development of the
arts and sciences under the stimulat
ing influence of these beneficent laws.
Belgian Economy.
Several Belgian cavalry officers
were sent to a horse fair at Ctney, in
the Ardennes, to buy ten horses at a
cost of not more than 44 pounds each.
They found nine horses the price ol
which was within the limit, but for
the tenth 46 pounds was demanded.
The officers thereupon sent a tele
gram to the Belgian war office asking
whether they should buy this horse
and pointing out that if they did not
buy it they would have to go to the
next fair and the expenses for the ad
ditional journey would amount to 20
pounds. The war office replied, “Com
ply with your instructions.” As a re
sult they had to go to the next fair
and 20 pounds was spent to save X
pounds.—Brussels Petit Bleu. •
ITS SORT.
“I suppose a course in love and
courtship, as proposed at some col
leges, would be co-educational.” |
“No; coo-educational.”
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
By DANE COOLIDGE
Author of
"THE FIGHTING FOOL,” "HIDDEN WATERS,"
"THE TEXICAN,” Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
''wvM-irht 1914 hv F*”wik A. Munsev *
A »tory of border Mexico, vivid.
Intense, such as has never before
been written, Is this one of Ameri
can adventurers into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Spanish senor and senorlta, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
a somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
To the west and north rose the high
and impassable mountain which had
barred their way in the night; across
the valley the flat-topped Fortunas
threw their bulwark against the dawn;
and all behind was broken hills and
gulches, any one of which might give
up armed men. Far ahead, like a
knife-gash between the ridges, lay the
pass to the northern plains, and as
their trail swung out into the open
they put spurs to their horses and
galloped.
Once through that gap, the upper
country would lie before them and
they could pick and choose. Now they
must depend upon speed and the
chance that their way was not blocked.
Somewhere In those hills to the east
Bernardo Bravo and his men were
hidden. Or perhaps they were scat
tered. turned by their one defeat into
roving bandits or vengeful parti'/.ans,
laying wante the Sonoran ranches as
they ."ought their way back to Chihua
hua. There were, a hundred evil
chances that might befall the fugitives,
and while Bud scanned the country
ihead Gracia cast anxious glances be
hind.
“They are coming!” she cried at
last, as a moving spot appeared in the
rear. “Oh, there they are!”
“Good!” breathed Hooker, as he
rose in his stirrups and looked.
“Why, good?” she demanded, cu
riously.
"They’s only three of ’em," answered
Bud. ‘‘1 was afraid they might be in
iront,” he explained, as she gazed at
him with a puzzled smile.
“Yes,” she said; “but what will you
do if they catch us?”
"They won't catch us," replied Hook
er confidently. “Not while I've got my
rifle. Aha!” he exclaimed, still look
ing back, “now we know all about it—
! 'hat sorrel is Manuel del Ray's!”
“And will you kill him?'' challenged
Gracia, rousing suddenly at the nayie.
Hooker pretended not to hear. In-,
stead, he cocked his eye up at the
eastern mountain, whence from time
to time came muffled rifle-shots, and
turned his horse to go. There was
trouble over there to the east some
where—Alvarez and his Yaquis, still
harrying the retreating rebels—and
some of it might come their way.
With Rcl Rey behind them, even
though in sight, he was the least of
their troubles, and could be easily
cared for with a rifle shot if they
could not distance him. Hooker knew
that the two rurales with him would
not continue the pursuit if their lead
er was out of the way, so that it would
not be necessary to injure more than
one man. _
"Ah, how T hate that man!” raged
Gracia, spurring her horse as she
scowled back at the galloping Del
Rey and his men who were riding on
ward rapidly.
“All right," observed Bud with a
quizzical smile, 'Til have to kill him
for you then!”
She gazed at him a moment with
eyes that were big with questioning,
but the expression on his rugged face
baffled her.
“I would not forget it,” she cried im
pulsively. “No, after all I have suf
! fered, I think I could love, the man who
j would meet him face to face! Hut why
do you—ah!” she cried, with a sudden
tragic hitterness. “You smile! You
have no thought for me—you care
nothing that I am afraid of him! Ah,
Dios, for a man who is brave—to rid
| me of this devil!”
"Never mind!” returned Bud, his
! voice thick with rising anger. "If I
| kill him it won't be for you!"
He jumped Copper Bottom ahead
I to avoid her, for in that moment she
had touched his pride. Yes, she had
done more than that—she had de
stroyed a dream he had. a dream of a
beautiful woman, always gentle, al
ways noble, whom he had sworn to
protect with his life. Did she think
he was a pelado Mexican, a hot-coun
try lover, to be inflamed by a glance
and a' smile? Then Phil could have
her, and welcome. Her tirade had
lessened his burden. Now his fight
was but a duty to his pardner in the
performance of which he would be no
less careful, but to turn her over to
l Phil would not now be painful.
"Ah, Bud!" she appealed, spurring
up beside him, “you did not under
stand! I know you are brave—and if
he comes" — she struck her pistol
fiercely—“I will kill him myself!"
“Never mind," answered Bud in a
kinder voice. “I’ll take care^gf you.
I Jest keep yojur horse in the trail,” he
added, as slip rode on through the
brush, “and I'll take rare of Del Rpy.”
He beckoned her back with a jerk
of the head and resumed his place In
the lead. Hire was no place to talk
about men and mot in The moun
tain above was swarming v. i h rebels,
there were rurales spurring behind —
, yes, even now, far tip on the eastern
hillside, he could see armed men—and
now one was running to intercept
them!
Pud reached for his rifle. Jerked tip
a cartridge, and sat crosswise in his
saddle. He rode warily, watching the
distant runner, until suddenly he pulled
in his horse and threw up a welcom
ing hand. The man was Amigo—no
othpr could come down a hillside'so
swiftly—and he wae signaling him to
wait.
“Who is that man?" asked Gracia
as she reined in at his side. "Ho you
know him?”
“Sure do!” responded Hooker jovi
ally. “He's the best friend 1 got in
Mexico!
“Kai, Amigo!!’ he hailed, as the
Yaqul came quartering down the hill,
and, apparently oblivious of the on
coming pursuers, he rode out of the
trail to meet him. They shook hands
and Amigo flashed his familiar 6mile,
glancing shyly over the horse's back
at the daughter of the Aragons.
“I knew the horse,” he explained,
with a gentle caress for Copper Pot
tom. “My people—UP there—kill Mex
icans! Where you go?”
“North to the line," answered Pud,
pointing up the pass.
“Muy malo!" frowned the Yaqtti,
glancing once more at the woman be
hind. “Muchos revoltosos! '
“\\ here?" asked Bud.
“Everywhere!” replied Amigo with
a comprehensive wave of the hand
"Hut no matter,” he added simply. “I
will go with you. Who are these
horsemen behind?”
“Rurales!” responded Hooki r, and
the Yaqui's black eyes dilated.
“Yes," nodded Pud as he read the
swift question in their glance. "He is
there, too—Del Hey!”
"Que bumo! exclaimed the Indian,
fixing his eagle glance upon the riders.
| He showed his white teeth in a smile.
In an instant he saw his opportunity,
I he saw his enemy Tiding Into a trap,
and turned his face to the pass.
What Amigo had waited for, the op
portunity he had watched for, was
at hand. Del Rev should pay the
price of that scar the Vaqui carried
Not again would the bullet go astray,
arid his people should have one less
j Mexican to fight after that day. The
hatred of generations lay behind the
| thoughts of the Indian. 11° eared
1 nothing for the grievance of the girl,
and he would not kill Del Rey for
that, but for his own reasons.
“Come!" he said, laying hold of a
latjgo strap, and as Hooker loped on
up the steady Incline he ran along at
I is stirrup. In his right hand lie still
carried the heavy Mauser, but his
sandaled feet boro him forward with
tireless strides and only the heaving
j of his mighty chest told the story of 1
the pace.
“Ret me take your gun ” suggested
Hooker, as they set off on their race,
| but Amigo in his warrior’s pride only
i 'hook his head and motioned him on
and on. So at Inst they gained the
rugged summit, where the granite ribs
of the mountain crop up through the
sands of the wash and the valley
slopes away to the north. To the south
was Del Rey, still riding after them,
but Amigo beckoned IIml beyond the
I reef and looked out to the north.
“Revoltosos!” lie exclaimed, point
ing a sun-blackened hand at a distant
ridge. "Hevollosos!" he said again,
waving his hand to the east. "Here,”
waving toward the wpst. "no!”
"Do you know that country?" ln
oulred Hooker, nodding at the great
plain with its chains of parallel Sier
ras. but the Indian shook his head.
“No," he said; "but the best way is
straight for that pass.” •
He pointed at a distant wedge cut
down between the blue of two ridges,
and scanned the eastern hills intently.
“Men!” he cried, suddenly indicat
ing the sky-line of the topmost ridge.
"I think they are revoltosos,” he added
gravely. "They will soon cross your
trail."
“No difference,” answered Pud with
a smile “I am not afraid—not with
you here. Amigo.”
“No, but the woman!" suggested
Amigo, who read no Jest in his words.
“It is better that you should ride on
—and leave me here.”
He smiled encouragingly, but’a wild
light was creeping into his eyes and
Hooker knew what he meant. He de
sired to be left alone, to deal with
Del Rey after the sure manner of the
Yaquis. And yet, why not? Hooker
gazed thoughtfully at the oncoming
rurales and walked swiftly back to
Gracia.
“This Indian is a friend of mine,”
he said, “and I can trust him. He
says it will be better for us to ride
on- and lie will take care of the
rurales.”
“Take care?” questioned Gracia,
turning nnle at a peculiar matler-of
fact tone in his voice.
‘‘Sure," said Hooker; "he says there
are revoltosos ahead. It will be bet
ter for you, he says, to ride on.”
“Madre de Dios!” breathed Gracia,
clutching at her saddle; and then she
nodded her head weakly.
“You better get down for a minute,”
suggested Hooker, helping her quick
The Heavy W'-ser Spoke Ou*—One
Shot!
1v to the ground. "Here, drink somo
water—you're kinder faint. 1*11 bo
right back—jest want to say good-by.'*
He strode over to where Amigo had
posted himself behind a rock and laid
a hand on his arm.
"Adios, Amigo!” he said, but the
Yaqui only glanced at him strangely.
‘‘Anything in my camp, >*ui‘re wel«
come to it," added Hooker, but Amigo
did not respond. His black eyes, far
seeing as a hawk's, were fixijd intently
: before him, where Del Rey came gal
loping in the lead.
“You go now!” he said, speaking
with an effort, and Hooker urelerstood.
There was no love, no hate letf-i in that
mighty carcass—he was all warrior,
tJl Yaqui, and he wanted Def Rey to
himself.
“We’ll be going," Hooker said to
Gracia, returning swiftly, and his sub
dued tones made her start. She felt,
ns one feels at a funeral, the hovering
wings of doa'h, yet she vaulted into
her saddle and left her thoaghts un
aid.
They rode on down the valey. spur
ring yet holding back, a id then with a
roar that made them jump tlie heavy
lauser spoke out—one shot! And no
noro. There was a hush, a long wait,
nd \migo rose slowly from behind
•is rock.
“God!” exclaimed Hooker, as he
■aught the pose, and his vo'ce sound
d a requiem for Manuel del Rey.
Then, as Gracia crossed herself and
ell to sobbing, he leaned forward in
iiis saddle and they galloped away.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Though mon may make a lost of It
:n books, il is a solemn thing to kill
v man, even to be near when one Is
killed. If Gracia had slain Pel Rey
herself in a passion her hot blood
might have buoyed her up, but “now
her whole nature was convulsed with
he horror of it and she wilted like a
flower.
An hour before she had burned with
hatred of hyp. she had wished him
lead and sought the man who would
kill him. Now that his life had been
snipped off between two heart-beats
she remembered him with pity and
muttered a prayer for his soul. For
Hooker, for I)e Lancey she had no
thought, but only for the dashing
young captain who had followed her
to his death.
Of this Hud had no knowledge. He
realized only that she was growing
weaker, and that he must call a halt,
and at last, when the walls of their
,pass had widened and they rode out
into the open plain, he turned aside
from the trail and drew rein by a
clump of mesquit.
‘‘Here, let me take you." he snid,
.as she swayed uncertainly in the sad
dle. She slid down into his arms and
he laid her gently in the shade.
"Poor girl.” he muttered, "it's been
too much for you. I'll get some water,
and pretty soon you can eat.”
He unslung the canteen from his
saddle-flap, gave her a drink, and left
her to herself, glancing swiftly along
the horizon as he tied out their mounts
to graze. Hut for her faintness he
would have pushed on farther, for ha
had seen men off to the east; but hun
per and excitement had told upon her
even more than the day-and-night ride.
For a woman, and -Mlting a side-sail
die, she had done better than he had
hoped; and yet- well, it was a long
way to the border and lie doubted if
site could make It. She lay still In the
shade of the mesquit, just as he had
placed her, and when he brought the
sack of food she did not raise her
head.
“Hetter eat something," he sug
gested, spreading out some bread and
dried beef. "Here's some oranges l
got from Don Juan—I'll just put them
over here for you.”
Gracia shuddered, sighing wearily.
Then, as if his words had hurt her,
she covered her face and wept.
"What did you tell that man?" Fho
asked at last.
"W'y—what man?” Inquired Hook
er, astonished. "Ain’t you going to
eat?”
“No!” she cried, gazing out at him
through her tears, "not until I know
what you said. Did you tell that In
dian to—to kill him?"
She broke down suddenly in a fit of
sobbing, and Hooker >;iped his brow.
"W'y, no!” he protested. "Sure not!
What made you think that?”
"Why—you rode over and spoke to
him—and he looked at me—and then—
he—killed him!”
She gave way to a paroxysm of grief
at this, and Hud looked around him,
wondering. That she was weak and
hungry he knew, but what was this
she was saying?
“1 reckon I don’t understand what
you’re driving at,” he said at last.
"Wish you'd eat something—you'll feel
better.”
"Xo, I won't eat!” she declared, sit
ting up and frowning. “Mr. Hooker,”
she went on very miserably, "what did
you mean this morning when you—
laughed! I said I !»ited poor Manuel
—and you said—well, what you did—
and you laughed! Did you think oh,
you couldn't have—that 1 really want
ed hint killed?”
"W’y, sure not!" cried Hooker
heartily. "1 knowed you was fooling!
Didn't I laugh at you? Say, what kind
of a feller do you think 1 am. anyway?
D’ye think I’d get an Indian to do my
killing?"
Oh, then dian t you. nne cried,
I suddenly brightening up. "You know,
you talk so rough sometimes—and I
never do know what you mean'. You
said you guessed you'd have to kill
him lor me, you know, and—oh. it was
too awful'. 1 must he getting foolish.
I’m so tired out, but—what did you
tell that Indian?”
Bud glanced at her sharply fof“ a
moment and then decided to humor
her. Perhaps, if he could get her
quieted, she would stop talking and
begin to eat.
“He asked me who was after us," he
said, "and I told him it was I)e| Hey.”
“Yea, and what did he aay then?”
“He didn't say nothing—jest lined
out for the pass."
"And didn't you say you wanted—
him—killed?”
"No!" burst out Bud. half angrily.
“Haven't I told you once? I did not!
That Indian had reasons of his own,
believe me—he's got a scar along his
fibs whpre Del Roy shot him with a
six-shooter! And, furthermore," he
added, as her face cleared at this ex
planation of the mystery, "you'd better
try to take me at my word for the rest
of this trip! I<ooks to me like you've
been associating with these Mexicans
too much!"
"Why, what do you mean?" she de
manded curtly
“1 mean this," answered Hooker, "be
ing as we're on the subject again.
Kver since I've knowed you you've
hepn talking about brave men and
all that; and more'n once you've hinted
(hat I wasn't brave because I wouldn't
fight.
“I’d just like to tell you, to put
your mind at rest, that my father was
a sergeant In the Texas rangers and no
hundred Mexicans was ever able to
make him crawl. He served for ten
years on the Texas border and never
turned hia back to no man—let alone
a Mex. I was brought up by him to
be peaceable and quiet, but don't you
never think, because I run away from
Manuel del Rey, that 1 was afraid to
face him.”
He paused and regarded her Intent*
Iv. and her eyes fell before his.
"You must excuse me,” she said,,
looking wistfully away, "I did not—I
did not understand. And so the poor
^ aqui was only avenging an injury?"
she went on. reaching out one slender
hand toward the food. "Ah, I can un
derstand It now—he looked so savage
and fierce. Put”—she paused again,
set back by a sudden thought—“didn't
you know he would kill him?"
"Yes. ma'am," answered Hooker
quietly, “J did.”
"Then—then why didn't you—"
That was between them two," h®
replied doggedly. “Del Rey shot him
onca when he was wounded and left
him for dead. He must have killed
some of his people, too; his wife meb
be, for all I know. He never would
talk about it, but he come back to get
his revenge. I don’t shoot no man
from cover myself, but that ain't it—
It was between them two "
"And you?" she suggested. “If you
had fought Del Key?"
CONTINUED IN NEXT IbbUL.
J