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“HELD FOR RANSOM.’*
Synopsis Honor Antonio do la
Guerra, a fine old Spaniard llvlnu
on hl« ancestral estate on tli*
American Hide of the Mexican bor-
der. Ih Informed by 111* American
lawyer, Dempton, that there la a
technical error In 111* will. Ho
thereupon sign* a new will, without
rendlnu It. In the meantime hi*
ndorablo granddaughter and heir-
ess, Senorlta Teresa, Ih out on her
roae-covered balcony, listening to
American love-making from Hilly
Btanway, owner of the I’alnted
Itock ranch. Teresa, going to Join
her grandfather, llnds him gone.
With the drawing room In disorder
and blood on the floor. The Amer-
ican takes command of the situa-
tion and arms the do la Guerra
ranch hand*. Honor Eduardo Ha-
mon Torre, a hated kinsman of the
do In Guerras, appears, say* he
encountered Mexican bandits riding
south and shows a scratch which
might have been rnado by a bullet.
Btanway and his men return un-
successful from the pursuit.
CHAPTER IV—Continued.
lip ran through It hastily, skimming
the lines, eager for the gist of It. And
when he hnd found It ho Ienped to
his feet, Ids hands clenched, amaze-
ment and anger mingled In his eyes.
“It Is u forgery I" he cried sharply.
“No,” slinking her head. “It is his
signature. And, look, to mnko certain
I Investigated. I’edro and Juana and
Vldel witnessed the signature. That
Is what brought Mr. Dempton lust
night.”
“Ilut,” he muttered heavily, "the
thing Is Impossible! Why, ho has
given everything, everything to Torre!
And lie hated Torre more than he pre-
tended to hate an American 1"
"Yet It Ih Ills will," sho reminded
him. “And he Is gone. And Senor
Torre Is here.”
“Already with the nlr of a master I”
shouted Stanwuy. Ho was already
half across the room, sheer wrath In
his eyes now, the will crumpled In hls
hard hand.
"Wiiltl” the girl, cried, running to
him, her hand upon hls arm as though
sho would hold him back. "What ure
you going to do?"
“To tell him that he Ir no less a
fool than n thief,” he retorted. “That
lie must explain IiIh opportune pres-
ence here ns well as the disappearance
of Do la Guerra."
“Again I appear to envesdrop.
Again I prove the ndage that he who
listens hears disappointing things of
himself." It was Torre leaning lmlo
lently In the doorway.
“You are going to any, senor—
Stnnway Hung tlio crumpled paper
lu front of him.
“Explain thutl" he snapped. "You
can’t get away with a thing like this,
Torre. Explain It 1"
“When I have read It,” replied Torre
coolly, hls small hand carelessly tak
lng up tho document. “Ah"—with
what Bounded like very genuine sur-
prise In hls tone—“It Is De in Guer-
ra’s will I"
Teresa and Stnnway watched him
closely.
“It seems very clear,” he said then,
hls eyes smiling. He folded the paper
carefully and thrust It Into hls pocket.
“Where Is tho need for explanation?"
"The will was made last night," said
Btanway crisply. "The Ink of the sig-
natures was hardly dry when lie dis-
appeared. What Is the connection of
tho two events, senor?"
* “You ask riddles, senor." Torre
■shrugged hls shoulders.
A servant In snowy white linen liv-
ery appeared In the dining room door-
way.
"El Cupltan Juarez to speak with
the scnorlta,” he announced.
Stanwuy started, swinging nbout,
forgetting Torre for the Instant
“Uf the rebel army?" ho demanded.
1 “SI, senor 1 Of tho Insurroctos."
"I cart guess hls errund," remarked
Torre Indifferently. "He will no
doubt wish to speak with mo. Tell
him, inuchnoho, that ns the De lu
Guerra heir 1 shall speak with him—
when I hnvc finished my coffee. A
little more sugar, Pedro."
CHAPTER V.
The Game Begins.
Teresa tie lu Guerra’s face went red
ami white, and Torre, seeing, smiled.
She heard In the words only an in-
sult to her beloved papa grunde, know
lng ns site so well knew that of all
men the old Spnniurd hated hls arro-
gant young klnsmua most Implacably.
“We don’t understand," she suld
presently, turning her back upon the
man at tuble and addressing Stnnway.
•Terhups Captain Juurez’ cull will
dear matter* for us. Will you come
with me, Senor Stun way?”
Torre’s face darkened us he watched
them go out together.
In the drawing room. In much worn
uniform bespeaking hls rank, n very
broad, heavy-set Mexican, swarthy,
hard-featured, keen-eyed, was waiting,
lie bowed deeply as they entered.
“Senorltn,” he said briskly, hls eyes
disregarding Stanway and resting
upon the girl’s face In a keen regard,
"It Is an unpleasant duty which
brings me here this morning."
“He gented,” she said quietly, going
to a clinlr. "But first, Cnptnln Juurez,
this Is my friend, Senor Stunwuy of
the I’alnted Itock rancho."
The two men bowed coolly. Stnn
way remained siundlng near the girl’s
chair, while Juarez sut down.
“We of poor Mexico,” said the cap-
tain shortly, "nre fighting hard for a
dear cause. We sacrifice ourselves,
our hopes, our homes for the thing
we love most, senorlta.
“And thnt Ir our country. We do
things which we do not like to do
simply because It Is our duty to take
any opportunity which chance gives us
to free the neck of our I unci from the
foot of the tyrant.”
Teresa bowed.
"And you have called this mom
lng; you huve crossed the border—”
"At the behest of a Mexican’s duty.
Senorltn, your grandfather Is well and
sends Ids love to you.”
“Tell me," Rhe cried impetuously,
'where Is he?”
Many miles beyond the border,” he
answered succinctly. “In the hands
of friends—If he accedes to our de-
mands," significantly.
"And those demands?” curiously.
“I have not as yet made of him,” re-
turned the captain. “Allow me to ex-
plain, senorltn. I know Senor de la
Guerra, If not personally at lenst very
well by repute. I know thnt he does
not love my Mexico, und that he Is
very stubborn.
“Our cause needs money and he has
It In great, unnecessary quantities.
“Had I made n demand upon him
for a note to you. stating that he was
held for ransom and urging you to pay
It, I know that he would have refused.
So I come straight to you, without so
much as a word to him, Informing you
that unless the money Is sent immedi-
ately—”
He broke off, shrugging hls shoul-
ders.
"You realize, senor," broke In Stan-
way coolly, "that this Is rather an un-
usual sort of thing at this tluy? That
It Is not without danger to you? If
I lie senorltn were not disposed to give
what you ask, If on the other hand
we held you for the crime you have
committed—’’
Again the cnptnln shrugged.
"It would mean Imprisonment for
mo, or perhaps death," he answered
promptly. “Things which a soldier
faces every dny of Ills life nnd grows
to think nothing nbout. And—pardon
me, senorltn—It would mean the death
of the Senor tie lu Guerra."
Again n little shiver trembled
through tho frame of the girl. Stnn-
way, Ills eyes steady upon the Mexi-
can's, wns silent n moment. Flnully
he said, turning to Teresa:
“Before you give this gentleman hls
answer, senoritu, may I ask for a few
words with you?"
"May 1 Interrupt again?" It was
Eduardo Buinon Torre, Insolent and
debonair, bowing In the doorwny, a
fresh, unllghted cigarette between hls
fingers. “Buenos dins, Senor el Capl-
tun.”
Captain Juarez stnred nt him fixed-
ly, hls hard eyes ns Insolent ns those
of Torre, and made no answer.
"I think, senor," went on Torre In
mock courtesy, still lounging In the
doorway, "that It Is with me that you
wish to tleul. Am I not right, prlma
min?" lightly to Teresu.
The girl's eyes darkened. Juarei
looked from one to another curiously.
"1 think." he said slowly, "thnt I
can huve business with no onn except
la senorlta. Rhe la the one to speak
in a case like this one, since the old
senor Is not here to speak for hlmaelf
and she Is hls heiress."
“Let your keen eyes rest on this.”
Torre drew the will from hls pocket
and carelessly tossed It Into Juarez’
lap.
The Mexican looked at It swiftly,
hls eye ran down the written sheet,
and he started palpably when hls
glance rested upon the name Eduardo
Itamon Torre.
“I huve . been f misinformed,” he
cried, starting to hls feet. "The se-
norlta is not the heiress. It Is Senor
Torre who Inherits!”
"Seguro," replied Torre, putting out
hls shapely hand for the will. "And I,
senor, am that Senor Torre. Now,
what do you want?"
"This Is true, senorlta?” Juarez
whirled about, his eyes bright and
hard upon Teresa’s.
‘You come from papa grande," she
answered him guardedly. "Did he not
tell you of a change In hls will?”
We did not speak," Juarez remind-
ed her. “As I have said, I knew thnt
It would be useless to talk with him.
He knows only that he is being held;
he does not know why. I know only,”
nnd he resorted to the shrug so much
a part of his method of speech, "that
rumor hus It thut you are hls heiress,
nnd this puper stutes that Torre In-
herits." _
“Humor nt times is misinformed,
Torre said smilingly. “You huve the
will and testament Itself before you.
If it Is Bufllciently plain that I and
not the senorlta.” with an apologetic
bow to Teresn, "represent my klns-
mun; I trust thnt you will state your
errand concisely."
"It is this,” said Juurez shortly. “El
Senor de In Guerra Is held by my
men for ransom. Twenty thousand
dollars will bring him back to you
promptly, without a scratch on him.
A refusal to pay will be a signal for
hls death.”
"So,” remarked Torre coolly. “It is
only twenty thousand dollars. You
are modest, senor!”
“American money,” Juarez added as
coolly.
"American money,” nodded Torre.
“That Is better than Mexican pesos,
nt any rate. It Is nt least less Insult-
ing to my kinsman."
Captain Juarez mnde no reply. Te-
resa nnd Stnnway looked at each other
swiftly.
Torre, smiling ns though the whole
matter were merely amusing, ad-
dressed himself to the girl.
“Teresltn." and she flushed under
the easy familiarity, “perhaps the val-
iant captain has not yet breakfasted.
He has a long ride before him and It
would be better If he should not carry
away a misunderstanding of the De Is
Guerra hospitality. Also, while he ba»
hls coffee, you and I might discuss
the situation?”
"Yea,” the girl agreed slowly. “That
would perhaps be best.” Her hand
went to the bell cord to BUinmon Pe-
dro. “We hnve Just breakfasted, senor
capltan. If you will go with Pedro he
will see that you are served. And Se-
nor Torre, Senor Stunway and myself
can avail ourselves of the time to
come to a decision."
The captain bowed, nnd with no hes-
itation turned hls back on them to
follow the servant to the dining room.
Torre came In, sat down, crossing hls
legs with elaborate care to the crease
In hls trousers, and favored Stnnway
with a look which mocked openly.
'An Interesting situation. Is it not,
senor?” he asked lightly.
'An extremely hazardous game you
are playing. Torre." cried Stanwuy an-
grily.
"I?" Torre lifted hls brows. "It
Is not I who play. It Is I who watch
the game.”
"Watch the pawns your own flne
hand has Bet moving!” was Stnnway's
heated retort. "Do you think that you
can get away with a thing of this
kind. Torre? Why, man. It smells to
heaven I”
“Recriminations aside—at least shall
we postpone them? There Is a crisis
demanding attention. Now,” lifting
hls hand against Stanway’s words, “I
have a proposition to make—to you.
Teresa.”
“What is It?” she asked coldly.
“Merely this: As heir to the De la
Guerra estate I may be a prejudiced
person. You, with no personnl lnteri
est,” and a quick light flicked In hls
eyes ut the girl’s wincing at hls words,
"are the one to decide. Shall the cap-
tain’s request be granted? I leave it
to you, senorlta. Entirely to you.”
Teresa bit her lip, the color surging
angrily Into her cheeks. She saw the
trap as plainly as did Torre, as plainly
as Stanway saw It. And she did not
see the answer to make.
“It Is perhnps not Impossible,” went
on Torre evenly, “that a large part of
the sum mentioned is now on the
premises. We all know that my kins-
man has always been hls own banker;
that he at all times has been able to
produce a large amount of gold at a
moment’s notice.
m
THE„,
KITCHEN
CABINET
We mount to heaven mostly on
the ruin* of our cherished scheme*,
finding our failure* were successes.
dishes for occasions.
Some of these dishes may be a little
too expensive for every day. but will
be enjoyed ai a
<
Billy Stanway resumes
command of the situation
and things begin to straight-
en out for the time being.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
company dish.
Roast Gooae.—
Singe the gooae
and wash In hot
soda water,
scrubbing gently
with a small
brush. Rinse and
dry well before drawing. Stuff with
any desired stufllng such as su„o and
onlou. apple and prunes, potato or
chestnut filling. Lay thin slices of
pork over the breast and bnke In a
hot oven for un hour. Then pour off
all the fut, sprinkle with salt nnd pep-
per, dredge with flour und bake until
tender, busting frequently and dredg-
ing with flour each time. A small
goose should bake two hours, If busted
often. Remove the goose from the
pan. add browned flour and water to
make the gravy. Season to taste.
Gnntlsh with apple cups or buskets
filled with apple sauce.
Scalloped Oysters.—Take one quart
of oysters, one-half cupful of melted
butter, two cupfuls of crumbs, half a
cupful of cream, one tablespoonful of
lemon Juice, snlt and pepper to taste.
Butter a shallow baking dish and
sprinkle It a half-inch deep with
crumbs. Put In half of the oysters
and pour over them hulf of the but-
ter nnd hnlf of the lemon Juice mixed.
Then add another layer of erumbs, the
remnlnlng oysters and butter with
lemon Juice. Sprinkle with salt and
pepper. Strain half a cupful of the
oyster liquor. Add to It the cream.
Beat and pour slowly over the oysters.
Bnke In a brisk oven for twenty min-
utes. .
Caramel Blanc Mange.—Mix one and
one-half tablespoonfuls of gelatine
with three tablespoonfuls of water.
Cook half a cupful of sugar to a dark
brown sirup. Add the gelatine to-
gether with ffhree cupfuls of cream,
two tablespoonfuls of sugar, a pinch
nf salt nnd one teaspoonful of vanilla.
Mrnln into a wet mold and turn out
when Arm. Decorate with stars of
whipped cream nnd preserved cherries.
Nothing great Is lightly won.
Nothing won Is lost;
Every good deed nobly done
Will repay the cost.
CHANCES IN GAME OF LIFE
Must Be Winners and Losers, Since It
Is Sure All Cannot Hold
Equal Cards.
Life Is like n game of cards. Some
must win. Some must lose. It nil de-
pends upon the pluyer nnd on the
gambling chances that may favor or
disappoint him.
All have the same gnmbllng chnnce
so the player’s ability really deter-
mines whether he shall be a loser or
a winner. Assiduity, persistence, prac-
tice and patience nil help to make him
a winner, and the lack of these a loser.
Those who win make their gains nt
the expense of those who lose. There
must always be winners nnd losers
the winners rejoicing nnd the losers
disappointed, complaining und Jealous
of the winners.
How much like the experience of ev-
eryday life! Some succeed becuuse of
their diligence, enrnestness nnd cease-
less ambition, others lose because of
the lack of these winning qualities.
Some live In well-deserved ease and
comfort on the proceeds of their suc-
cess, others In discomfort, proclaiming
that they suffer from Injustice.
Everybody must piny the gnme of
life, and, like the gnme of enrds. In
the end every gamester must be a
loser. Only (lie Grim Reaper Is Rure to
be the winner In the end.—John A.
Slelclier In Leslie’s.
Have Good Light.
If you work nt night be sure thnt
you have n good light. Arc lights, be-
cause of their glaring rays, nre exceed-
ingly Injurious. A Blinded light Is the
best substitute at night for diffused
daylight. The electric bulbs should
either hnve a dome or a dark paper
shade. A gas light composed of man-
tle and bulb produces a good, diffused
light nnd when plneed high enough
near the celling does not Injure the
Mammoth Statue of Buddha.
The most remarkable Image In Kam-
akura, Japan, is not In a temple. It
Is the well-known Dal Bustu, or great
Buddha, which sits alone In medita-
tion with only the sky for a roof nnd
casunl visitors nnd a priest In attend-
ance. The grove which surrounds the
Buddha seems dwarfed beside his
glunt proportions. The statue Is said
to measure 50 feet In height, the head
alone being 9 feet. This giant Buddha
Is one of the relics of Kamakura’s
thirteenth century greatness. It has
survived because It Is made of bronze
plates fashioned by the best metal
workers In Japan. It Is one of Japan’s
very few monuments thut enn aspire
to rlvul In longevity the pyramids.
eyes.
Happy at 40,000 Volts.
The Australian weevils which, un-
der nn electric current of 40,000 volts,
‘were Impelled to stand on their heads
or tolls nnd dunce About,” but when
tlie current was shut off “wnlked hap-
pily awny,” must be n tough proposi-
tion. Less than 10,000 volts will kill
a man like a flush of lightning. It Is
curious, however, thnt with a Tesla
coil nn electric current of which the
voltage may be In the millions can be
taken through the body with impunity
_the writer has done It frequently.
But In this cuse no nonconductor
known will Isolate the current,
which In the durk manifests Itself
round the npparutus as a delicate mist
of light.
Tides of the Ocean.
The Incoming and tho outgoing of
the titles is caused by the gravita-
tional Influence of the moon. The
! moon, so to speak, draws or lifts the
water from the depths on the same
principle that a pump lifts water.
And as with a pump, the water rushes
In to fill the space left; so the shal-
low water near shore rushes out to fill
the extra space caused by rising of
the water, on the principle that water
I seeks Its own level.
Long Sentences.
In "Les Mlsernbles" Victor Hugo has
one sentence of a hundred lines,
nnd earlier In the book. In one of the
chapters descriptive of Waterloo, there
lire over 50 tines without a full stop.
England’s record Is held by the for-
eign enlistment act, one section of
which reaches Its six hundredth word.
Daniel CY.sterten, of Detroit, age
eighty-six, believe* that he Is the old
est active burber In tb# world.
Rich Brazilian Forests.
There ure more than 800 varieties
of woods In the Sao Paulo region
ulnne nnd hs n whole Brazilian forests
not only abound In the finest of woods
but Hre of enormous extent. Trans-
portation facilities ure developing
| slowly and the lubor supply la a con
Btant problem.
It is estimated thnt four miles of no
ordinary spider’s thread would w<eli£>
aearcely oue grain.
SEASONABLE DAINTIES.
Cranberries in any form add much
to the menu; the following will be
_ something a llt-
tie different*.
S'" Make a stiff cran-
( 58 berry Jelly and
before molding
stir In grated co-
conut. Serve as
n dessert with
whipped cream.
Salmon and Green Pea Salad. Ar-
range n nest of water cress or shred-
ded lettuce; on this heap cold, flaked
pulmon. Arrange the peas In small
spoonfuls uround the dish. Serve with
mayonnaise.
Chicken Pudding En Casserole.—
Stew two chickens until tender; re-
move from the liquor and put into a
cusserolo, cover with the following
batter: Sift two cupfuls of flour with
a teaspoonful of snlt. a half tenspoon-
ful of pepper; add gradually three
well beaten eggs, one cupful of milk
and two tnblespoonfuls of melted but-
ter. Mix nnd beat until smooth. Cov-
er and bnke one hour. Serve garnished
with parsley.
Mexican Rice.—This Is nice to serve
with the chicken pudding. Cook four
tablespoonfuls of rice in two cupfills
of chicken liquor, with a tnblespoon-
ful of chopped green pepper, hnlf a
cupful of tomato, one shredded onion,
one tahlespoonful of butter, hnlf n tea-
spoonful of snlt nnd a few dashes of
cayenne. Cook In ramekins for one
hour. Cover with buttered crumbs
and brown.
Celerled Oyster*.—To two cupfuls of
rich white sauce add one quart of
drained oysters and one cupful of
chopped celery. Cook until the oysters
are done. Gnrnlsh the dish with a
wreath of pnrsley nnd radishes.
Creamed Corn.—Tnke a pint of corn
and heat with a pint of rich cream
mure; senson to taste and turn Into
a deep buttered baking dish. Cover
with huttcred crumbs and brown.
Serve garnished with a border of
popped corn edged with parsley.
Baked Apples With 8aueage Filling.
_Core tart npples and fill with sea-
soned snusnge meat; bnke In a mod-
erate oven until tender. Arrange the
apples on rounds of buttered tnnnt nnd
pour a spoonful of melted butter over
each. Serve very hot with n garnish
•f small fried sauenges and parsley.
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