The Chandler Publicist. (Chandler, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 12, No. 48, Ed. 1 Friday, April 20, 1906 Page: 2 of 6
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CHAPTER II—Continued.
HI* comrade puffs a little at his cl-
ear as if to give shape to his thoughts.
"I "saw you with the adorable Dora,
aud knew you could not well remem-
ber that such a chap a3 Dick Denver
was In ftie universe, so I concluded 1
hjlght as well make my way home
The hour was late, and without think-
ing of the danger I ran 1 took a short
rut through some narrow streets but
poorly' lighted.
"I'm no yarn-spinner, my boy, so you
must excuse me If I get at the busi-
ness in double-quick order. I heard a
call for help in a woman's voice—I
ran forward, and just around a corner
saw a cab which *had como to a ntcp.
Several rough and ragged fallows in
blouses were gathered around; ouo
held the horse, another looked after
the driver, whom I believed to be in
collusion with the daring footpads,
else he would never have driven a lady
through these dangerous streets at
this late hour.
"Well, there were four or five of
them, but that was pie to me, you
know— nch fellows are cowards tho
world over, whether you meet them in
the Mexican mines, on the burning
sand of Egypt, Or in the Indian jungle.
I was bent on having a little excite-
ment, and here was the chance.
"I had taken about ."ive or six pace1*
and half-covered tho ground, when 1
heard the sharp report of a small pia-
tol. By Jove! tho nlucky woman In
the cab had opened fire on the rascals!
I caw them fall back ia a panic, then
spring upon the vehicle like n.ad
wolves.
"Just then I let out a shout, and
reached the scene of action. 1 never
felt better In my life, Bob, old boy,
than when I sailed Into those dogs,
and I only wished you were there to
enjoy it. Never mind how I did It--
you've, .seen me In action more than
Nevertheless, he sleeps well,
hardly so much as turns over up to the
tlmi) tie ropy beams of the morning
sun glance from the roof of the great
Notre, Dame and enter their chamber.
The colonel from New Mexico Is just
in the act of securing his necktie in
the flowing negligee style that so be-
comes his free and easy nature, when
a rap sounds on the door
"Ah! as I expected—the challenge,"
he laughs,"still arranging his tie before
the glass, and speaking as 'hough It
were a note from his talk)'.
Dick unlocks the door, an.1 Immedi-
ately turns with a letter In bis hand.
" 'For Colonel Robert Harlan. Impor-
tant.' Ah! hero we havo It—coffee for
one, pistols for two!" he cries.
"Kindly open it, my boy—this beast-
ly cravat Is trying to act like a prairie
broncho," says the nonchalant sheriff,
as though a polite Invitation to a little
pistol- prattle* at.ten paces were an
every-day«occurrence In his life.
"Listen," says Dick; "here is the bel-
ligerent Briton's fiery summons:
" 'After the Insult of last evening,
nothing remains for John Fitzsimmons
but to challenge Colonel Robert Har-
lan to meei him on tho field of honor;
the sooner the better. The bearer of
this will act as my second, and all ar-
rangements made with him shall be
faithfully carried out by
"Yours to command,
"'JOHN FITZSIMMONS.1"
Colonel Bob does not laugh now.
"Bless me, there's grit in that little
man, anyway. May I be roasted if I
unnecessarily harm the little bull dog."
"Hold on—there's a line at the bot-
tom—wait until I reac^ it."
"Fire away."
" 'The stake Is to be tho adorable
Dora.'"
At this the sheriff winces, ancf then
grins.
"Of course, that's a settled thing.
To the victor belongs tho spoils. I'm
going to have some fun out of this
business, see if I don't; and if I can in-
duce Dora to bo an unseen witness of
the terrible duel, so much the better.
Where is the second ho spoke of?"
k
V JjQPFZ.'^J3
once; the,cowards tumbled over each
othe.- in their efforts :o escape, and I
presently found myself shaking the
driver until his teeth rattled, and bow-
ing to a dtned handsome g''l."
"Ten to one I can name her—It was
Miss Pauline."
"Ten tp one you have hit It—yes, it
was iftiss Pauline of New York."
"Well—proceed; ','m Interested."
"So was I. When I saw her face I
recognized Miss Westerly, although it
was some years ago when I saw her
at the mines with her father. Sue
old not know me, of course, from Ati
am, and began to thank me la French,
hut when I spoke In good Fngllsh she
looked closer and begged niv pardon
for mistaking me for a Parisian.
"Of course I escorted her to the ho-
tel. She explained that she had been
drawn abroad by a note that proved to
be forged—a note that stated a lie on
the face of It. She flew as fast as a
cuh could take her to the hospital
named In the note, to see her poor
Dora, reported run over in the street
l.y an omnibus and likely to die—the
same Dora who at the same hour was
enjoying a waltz wjth the Mexlc-.ti hi-
dalgo at the Jardln Bulller. She could
find no trace of the girl at the Malson
la Charite, and the officials gnvely n-
forrred her ft must be a mistake, or
else a cruel hoax had been played for
some purpose unknown.
"Putting two and two together. Miss
Pauline and myself, as we rode to-
gether to her hotel, decided that this
whole business was a cunning plot. I
Imagine she has a pretty fair Idea as
to what it all means, but to me it is a
puzzle. What you have said opens0 a
loop-hole—perhaps the Senor I.opez
had something to do with the business.
These Mexicans and Spaniards are
great for schemes, although I can't
conceive what he wanted, seeing that
the coveted paper was already In his
possession."
The eherlffmf Secora county is deep-
ly interested In the matter, but he can-
not advance any plausible explanation
of the strange occurrence. They talk
M over a little while, and then prepare
to retire for the night, which Colonel
Bob laughingly declares may be his
last on earth. If the wrathy little pro-
fessor has him out In the Bols de Bo-
Jogne on the following day, for "satis-
faction" „
Dick steps to the door and opens It.
"Are you the professor's representa-
tive?" he asks.
"I have the honor—Captain Arthur
Tyndall of Her Majesty's Dragoons,
and willing to accommodate a friend
while on a leave of absence,"-returns
a voice from without.
"Step in, captain," and an elongated
figure enters that must present a start-
ling contrast when seen in company
with the dumpy professor.
"My friend and principal, Colonel
Harlan."
The soldier bows, and gives one
keen look at the face of the New Mex-
ican sheriff.
"A bad lookout for my fiery little
friend," he declares, reading Bob's
character at once. "I beg of you, gen-
tlemen, not to be too hard on him.
He's a queer genius, I've found, but I
imagine knows about as much of flr
arms as he does of women, and that is
precious little."
Colonel Bob scribbles on the note.
"There," he says, "meet us just be-
fore dusk in that retired part of the
great park under the trees. 1 shall
supply the weapons."
"What will they be?"
"Never mind; as the challenged par-
ty I claim the privilege of selection.
And, captain?"
"Sir?"
"You might bring a surgeon along."
"Good heavens! Then you mean to
butcher him."
"Captain, a bag or large basket, also,
for gathering up the remains," pursuas
the imperturbable Bob.
"You joke, sir."
"Never more serious in my life. U's
dynamite bombs at fifteen p'aces. Good-
morning. captain." .
CHAPTER III.
A Daughter of the Montezumas.
Miss Pauline Westerly of New York
has Just returned from a shopping tour
to the Bon Marche' and other templea
of fashion. She has dismissed her car-
riage at the door of the Grand Conti-
nental, and assuming a handsome tea
gown, reclines In the depths of an easy
chair In her private parlor, engaged
with a novel and package of bon-bons
at the same time, girl fashion, when a
knock sounds on the door.
This reminds her that Dora la out,
so, half rising, she calls:
"Kntrez!"
The door opens, and to her surprise
a lady comes In—a lady whose gar-
ments are worn with the grace of one
to the manner born, whose figure,
though below that of the queenly
American girl. Is wonderfully symmet-
rical. Mifa Westerly jumps to her
feet. . .
"Pardon," she exclaims, blushing, "fc
thought it was a servant. I would have
opened the door In person had I
•bought " ,
"No apology is needed, Mls.s.Wester-
ly," repMes the other, in a rich, music-
al voice that instantly takes Pauline
back to the land of the Montezumas.
And now tho American girl has a
good view of her visitor's face, a re-
markably beautiful Spanish face.
Paulina admits that she lias never met
a girl mort hand soma—they form a de-
cided contrast* these two^ the New
York blonde and the Mexican bru-
nette.
"I have met you somewhere, years
ago—my memory must be defective—
I cannot quite recollect where it was—
probably In Mexico," says Miss West-
erly, with a puzzled look.
"I am Juanita 'Lopez," replies tho
other. .
At this the blonde beauty from Goth-
am gives a start and looks her Bur-
prise. . •
"The daughter of Senor Manuel Lo-
pez, my most bitter opponent in the
management of tho El Dorado. Yes, I
remember now, we were both young
girls when with our fathers wo met at
the mine, is this a visit of a social
nature or one of business, may I ask.
Senorlta Lopez?"
The girl from Mexico, who can trace
her lineage on her mother's side back
to the Montezumas, fixes her great
eyes upon Miss Pauline's face—there
is something solemn about her look
that makes the object of it uneasy—
she cannot reason why, since she has
Inherited from her father a brave spir-
it that can face danger without being
daunted.
"It Is business, Miss Westerly. In
the first place. I desire you to under-
stand that I do not sympathize with
my father In his schemes for obtain-
ing control of the mine. I am very
well satisfied with the way in which
you have managed It. Therefore I
come to you to-day, first with a warn-
ing, and then to ask—a favor."
She waits a minute as If to see what
effect her words may have on Pauline,
who simply nods her head and smiles
encouragingly. So the Mexican senor-
lta proceeds, speaking rapidly, and us-
ing the very best of English:
"My father thought he had won
when he secured that paper5—pardon,
Miss Westerly, but you see to what
even a noble hidalgo can stoop when
he Is deep In Ignoble plots; but It
seems your shrewd maid outwitted
him; at any rate, he declares she must
have taken It from his Inside pocket
while they danced at the Jardin Bul-
ller last night.
"You see. his heart is set upon re-
gaining possession of the El Dorado,
which was once In our family before
your father bought, and he will stop
at nothing—you hear me, senorlta,
nothing—In order to further his de-
signs. Since he cannot secure the pa-
per, he hopes to find Senor Danvers,
and failing in that, he will make such
an Individual to order, so as to regain
the mine."
"Would he dare do that, senorlta—to
forgo a man, as It were, and palm him
upon the lawyers as the original? But
he has no ordinary woman to deal
with, Miss Lopez; I mean that difficul-
ties do not daunt me. I am ready to
meet your father, and demonstrate the
fact that American girls know how to
take care of themselves—yes, and
even manage silver mines that may be
left to them by their fathers. I thank
you for this warning. I would recipro-
cate your kindness, if it were withir
my power."
(To be continued.)
mb .9R0CLGS-
Dangerous Precedent.
Mother—I can't see why ypu should
object to Mr. Goodsense.
Daughter—I never could marry such
a man a.s that. He wears the cheapest
kind of I'eady-made clothes.
Mother—That is mere idiosyncrasy.
"Y-e-e-s; but I'm afraid he'll want
me .to dress the same way."—Ex-
change.
Could Afford Some Luxuries.
Myer—I wonder why Browne added
the "e" to his name after inheriting a
fortune? •
Oyer—He probably figured out to
his own satisfaction that rich people
are entitled ?o more ease than poor
people.—Stray Stories.
The Only Tilne.
Knox—It seems to me, old man,
that you're Inordinately selfish. Don't
you ever perform any act of sacri-
fice? ° •
Galley—Well, sometimes, when I get
home late from the club and find my
wife in an Inquisitive mood, I sacri-
fice Uio truth a bit.
No Use.
Sam—How comes yo' wuz'n' at de
ball Iarst«ebenln', Mose? Yo' sed yo'
wuz gwine. °
Mose—Yas, Eph Black 'lowed he'd
lend me hls*razzah.
Sam—An' didn't he do It?
Mose—Yas, but It wuz a*safety ra-
zah.
Sweet.
"Whadfla yoji think o' my sister, Mr.
Spoonalot?"
"Why, Johnny, I think she's very
sweet."
"Gee! She thinks that about you,
too." • •
"Oh, indeed? That's glorious. How
do you know?'0 o
"I heard her tellin' ma you was a
regular puddin'."*
FISHERMAN'S LUCK.
Raggles (fishlng)-
from the vasty deep!'
"Well, this Is what I would call bringing 'spirits
—35^
Not Anxious for Fame.
"But," said tho publisher, "the book
is a wonder. You had better drop the
nom de plume and publish over your
own name."
"No," replied the author, "it's
money I want, not fame."
"Why, you can havo fame and
money both if you publish over your
own name."
"Not much I can't. My wife would
know I had the money then."
Where He Was Weak.
The editor of Trun Tropics was on
the stand.
"You demanded $10,000 of this man,
did you not?" asked the lawyer.
,"Sure."
"Was that not morally blackmail?"
"I plead ignorance."
"Don't you know what blackmail
is?"
"Yes; but 1 don't know anything
about .morals."
Pride of the West.
The Chicago man looked disdainful-
ly around on the small doings of the
eastern city he^vus visiting, his breast
swelling with civic pride.
"We never do anything small out
; our way," he declared. "Everything
| we do is on a big scale. Just look at
our bank failures.'—Baltimore Amer-
ican.
She Knew Her Weakness.
It was the sweet sc<nt of the lilies
In the conservatory, the beauty of the
young girl's gilt hair or the excellent
champagne Jie had taken with his
supper—at any rate, after the two-
step, as they rested in the shadow be-
neath a palm, he proposed to the de-
butante In white.
"It cannot be," she said. "I am
unworthy of you." 4
"Oh, rubbish," said he.
"It is true; It is too true." And
she sighed.
"You are an angel," he said, ar-
dently.
"No, no; you are wrong," «ald the
young girl. "I am vain. Idle, silly, utr
terly unfit to be your helpmate
through life."
He laughed lightly. He said in a
soothing voice:
"Why, this is sheer madness? What
sort of a wife do you think I ought to
have?"
"A jery wise, deliberate, practical
woman," she replied, "one able to live
on your small salary."
High.
Citizen—I read somewhere that
Melba appeared at a swell musical re-
cently and got $1,000 for only one
song.
Subbubs—Ah! 1 understand now
what my wife meant when she Bald
she got that last bonnet of herB for
a mere pong.
Charlie's Gallantry.
CJjarles Is a very observant boy.
Yesterday one of mamma's friends
came to the house to call. Mamma
was out and Charles opened the door.
"Mamma Is not at home," he safd.
"Will you please give her my rard
when she comes?" inquired the caHer.
"Yeth, ma'am," said Charles. 0
The caller opened her cart case,
and as she withdrew the engraved
card, a bit of tissue paper fluttered
down onto the steps. 0
Very grandly Charles picked It up
and handed It to her, saying: "You
have dropped one of your cigarette
papers, ma'am."
Coming to Him.
"I think I'll pick out a good sensible
woman and get married."
"Oh, you do, eh?"
"That's what I said; don't you be-
lieve I will do it?"
° "Nope; I think if you pick out a
good sensible woman you'll get
snubbed."
Speared.
"Hello* there's that chronic borrow-
: er, Brown; let's cross the street."
"All right; you talk like you had
' money." .
"I have." o
"Then lend me $10, will you, old
chap?"—Houston Post.
Gratitude.
Brooks—My dear fellows, you need
not thank me so profusely for a mere
| box of Christmas cigars."
Rivers—Oh, but you gave me a box
of matches with them, you remember,
and they were the best matches I ever
! used.
In Disguise.
The senator shook Ills head.
"No," he said, "I can't support your
bill for government control of insur-
ance."
"Why not?"
"Well, In the first place, you've got
tho title twisted. Call It a bill for in-
surance control of the government and
I'll talk it over." 0
A Sure Sign.
"That looks like a revenue cutter,"
remarked the first passenger on the
ferryboat.
"No," replied the wiser one; "It's a
private yacht."
"How do you know?"
"Don't you see all the empty cham-
pagne bottles floating around her?"
—a
Opportunity.
"Well, I'm going to get married next
week."
"Why, I didn't know you were even
thinking of such a thing."
"I wasn't, till a fellow told me where
a young couple could get a mighty fine
cook. Too good a chance to miss."
He Was the Good Thing.
Hewitt—You know a good thing
when you see it.
Jewett—Well, here's looking at you.
The Prima Donna's Story. .
"It was at one of the concerts given
on the ship on the way over. I had
just completed my song and the au-
dience was recalling me, when sud-
denly a hsavy squall struck the ship,
"What did you do?"
"I dropped the encore and we were
saved!"
"Oh, fudge!" .
One of the Fixtures.
"Well, well, It sounds like slaver;-
times to hear of tills traffic in human
beings. I understand old Col. Bum-
luseli.has ac tually been sold."
"What! You'mean the colonel's per-
son has been sold?" •
"Yes. The paper says Gllllgan sold
his saloon yesterday with 'all its fix-
tures' to somebody else." •
No Vacation.
"You want to'get away from your;
business," said the physician. "You.
are worrying too much."
"My dear sir," answered the Wall
street man, "my preset^ worry is
nothing compared to the worrying I'd
have to do If I weren't on hand to
protect tay interests."
Mild in Comparison.
"The cannon's mouth," said tho ad-
vocate of universal peace, "does more
damage than anything else on earth."
"Yeou are wrong thar," drawled tho
sage of the soapbox, as he looked up
from the checker board. "It can't do
nothing like as much damage as a wo-
man's mouth."
Why It Didn't Show.
"Has that new friend of yours any
business ability?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, it doesn't show on the sur-
face."
"No; he's an official of the under-
ground railway."—Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
Double Dose for That.
Papa (sternly)—Como here, sir!
Your mother and I agree that you de-
serve a sound whipping. •
Small boy (bitterly)—Oh. yes, that's
about
mama
Stories.
the ^mly thing that you and
ever* do agree about.—Stray
Amending It.
Miss Pepprey-«I suppose that was
your valet I saw'with you yesterday."
Cbolly— My deah Miss Pepprey,
don't say "valet." That word, you
know, Is not used now as
Miss Pepprey—Well, then, you*
"keeper."
Get Off the Earth.
"Life is but an Idle dream," com-
plained the poet.
"Well, get busy and wake up!" said
the editor, who was tired of him.
MORE TROUBLE.
Why tell your troubles to a lawyer?
That la the way he makes hli living.
Synonymous.
Towne—Yes, there's a word of nine
letters that describes Grouchy to a
„T
Browne—Ah! yes, "pessimist."
Towne—Well, I mean "dys'peptlc,"
but It amounts to the same thing.
Expensive.
"I thought he was going to buy a
seat' in the stock exchange."
"So he was, but he had to use the
money elsewhere. He had to buy two
seats at the opera to please his wife
t
She—Well, I'll forgive you, dear, and wear your engagement ring aa
tormerly.
George—Er—oh—ah! (George had pawned the ring that morning.)
It Meant Nothing.
"He's engaged to her, and I think
we may look for a wedding soon."
"Why?" '
"She told me she believed in short
engagements." •
"So she does—short and frequent."
Then He Quit.
Mr. Jawback—You women think it's
a terrible fate to remain an old maid,
don't you?
Mrs. Jawback—Yes. Look what aw-
ful chumps we marry to eBcape it.
Uncomplimentary Sympathy.
Wilklns—I've just Indulged in a lot-
tery speculation and it cost me five
dollars to find out what a fool I am.
Bllkln8—What a waste of money!
Anybody would have told you that for
nothing.—Detroit Free Press.
No Words Wasted.
"Whenever I express a desire for
anything," said Mrs. Newbride, "my
husband never objects."
"Neither does mine," replied Mra
Oldun. "He simply ignores It."
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