Cushing Independent. (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 2, 1906 Page: 3 of 10
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CHAPTER XXII Continued.
During this last brief Interval that
elapses Dick has a chance to shoot
one glance upward. The chief en-
gineer's house is back of them, and to
his alarm he sees a figure in a win-
dow.
"Pauline, for heaven's sake, girl,
hide!" he calls, and evidently the one
he addresses hears, for the figure no
longer stands there boldly in the win-
dow, although he is positive Pauline
will remain where she can watch the
awful battle for the possession of her
birthright—the El Dorado Mine.
"Let loose!" suddenly shouts Dick,
as he flreb Ms gun into one of the on-
rushing groups.
A flash of fire runs along the line
of intrenchments, just as wild-fire
runs over the prairie, only there is
accompanying this the rattle of fire-
arms. It must at such short range be
deadly in its nature, and the assail-,
ants stagger under the blow. In some
cases the sight of blood makes men
demons, and such seems to be the ef-
fect c*w; instead of halting they rush
on more rapidly than ever, and their
cries are enough to curdle the blood
of honest men. A peculiar change
has also been effected In the situation
by that burst of musketry from be-
hind the intrenchments. Strangely
enough nearly every marksman seems
to have picked out a torch-bearer for
his target—at least every man but one
of those who carry flambeaux la down,
and this sole remaining individual,
finding himself left as it were, the
focus of all hostile eyes, becomes
panic-stricken, throws his torch upon
the ground and flies from it as though
the inanimate object might be the
moBt deadly rattlesnake to be found
.in all the jungles of Mexico.
In the midst of this weird, ghastly
sight, the followers of the Mexican
"hidalgo are dlsoerned rushing up to
the breastworks and engaging the de-
fenders in a terrible hand-to-hand
sstruggleL
CHAPTER XXIIU
The Shadow of the Cuchitto.
That le the moment when Colonel
■Bob brings to bear his tactics. He
and his men have up to now taken no
part in the encounter, for the time
wa« not ripe, but when the others
reach the point that they are fighting
like tigers over the breastworks to get
.in its work.
At a word from the colonel his men
pour a withering fire upon the foe—
not those who are in the advance, for
that would subject their friends to the
leaden hail, but a contingent of rioters
that hurries up to the assistance of
fhelr companions gets th benefit of
the volley.
Colonel Bob has made a good be-
ginning, but Colonel Bob to not satls-
iied. He knows his frledds are being
hotly beset by the fellows who have
gained the breastworks, and his idea
now is to descend upon these wor-
thies from the rear, with the fury of
the hurricane that sometimes sweeps
over the Sierra Madres, jming out of
that mystic gulf, the scene of romance
and history.
His first act is to bend down and
seize upon one of the torches; having
grasped this he waves the flambeau
around his head until the current of
air causes a bright flame to spring up.
Nor is it the only torch regenerated;
a number of his followers have profit-
ed by his example, and at least half a
dozen lights are circling through the
air at the same time, describing all
manner of parabolic curves, and look-
ing like meteors flying in zigzag fash-
Ion through space.
All this has occupied but a fraction
of a minute, and then the torch-bear-
ers leap toward the line where the
desperate hand-to-hand struggle goes
on—leap that way, bearing the blaz-
ing light in one hand and a revolver
in the other, for they are determined,
these men who fight for Miss Pauline,
that the right shall triumph on this
eight.
The crash, when Colonel Bob and
his men come in contact with their
enemies, Is like a sharp and distinct
;lap of thunder, oaly more disastrous.
Men are seen running in all directions,
fire arms rattle, and that terrible
shouting continues, as though the
Americans would add terror to the
flight" of their defeated foes.
Ah! the field is won—the victory
theirs!
Gradually the sounds of battle die
away; the men of the New Mexican
sheriff cease fighting because they can
no longer find enemies against whom
they may launch themselves.
Colonel Bob suddenly awakens to
a startling fact that gives him much
uneasiness. He cannot find his com-
rade, Dick.
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He rages around, seeking Informa-
tion, and at last strikes a clew. Dick
was seea heading for the house of the
chief engineer just when the last line
of the Mexicans broke and fled, so it
looks as though he might be there.
Without waiting longer Bob Harlan
rushes away, and a minute later en-
ters the house.
Once inside the doorway he pauses
to listen and hears sounds that indi-
cate a desperate engagement of some
sort. That arouses Colonel Bob, who
cannot stand by when there is any
fighting going on; he rushes headlong
for the scene of the disturbance, for
a wonder holding his tongue. As a
general thing, under similar circum-
stances, he would be shouting as he
ran, telling those who fought not to
bring the little afTair to a finish until
he came, but something momentarily
palsies his tongue now. Perhaps the
thought has struck him that the mis-
erable Professor John, that bulldog of
a naturalist, may be in the house with
the intention of running off with Dora,
and the idea is so staggering that it
has actually taken his breath away.
At any rate, it has not deprived Bob
of his powers of locomotion, for he
gets over the ground in a way that is
surprising, and in -a few moments
bursts upon the scene.
It is essentially and peculiarly
dramatic, for the characters engaged
form a complete company. That trag-
edy has also entered into it can be
Been at a glance, nor is the comic
side missing—Dora attends to that.
The combatants are those old-time
bitter foee, Barcelona and the man
against whom he holds such a bitter
grudge, the man for whom he has
waited bo long, the man who has on
several occasions done him up hand-
somely—Dick Denver.
Stretched upon the floor Is Senor
Lopez, with the blood oozing from a
wound in the breasC. The pistol that
did the awful work is not three feet
away from his hand—it belongs to
Barcelona, and the Mexican has by
some terrible accident shot his em-
ployer just as the man the bullet was
intended for leaped upon him.
Bending over the fallen Mexican are
two female forms, one being an old
woman, the other a young girl whose
face and figure betray the beautiful
Juanlta. Where they have come from
is a mystery; but, perhaps, knowing
something of the mission of the senor,
they have entered the house looking
for him; some other motive may have
stirred Juanita to action, some deep
feeling of the heart, for she Is a girl
of singular impulses.
Colonel Bob's gaze does not stop
here; he looks for something beyond.
Dora—where Is the only and delight-
ful Dora? A cry reaches his ear In a
voice he knows, and turning his head
Bob sees a sight that causes a broad
grin to Bpread over his face—a sight
that is certainly humorous enough to
cause a hearty laugh, although serious
for one poor individual.
Dora is there, very much there; she
holds in her hand a revolver which
this same Colonel Bob gave her re-
cently with which to defend herself.
Dora has taken a few lessons with this
weapon, but Bhe is woefully at sea re-
garding its use, and although she
swings it around in a truly dramatic
style she has neglected to draw back
the hammer.
Crouching before her Is the little
bug-hunter, who dodges his head in
great alarm every time that weapon
comes in line with her eyes, all the
while keeping up a Jargon of beseech-
ing exclamations, calling upon all the
gods to witness the fervency of his de-
votion, and anon begging the adora-
ble, the charming Dora, not to murder
him In cold blood, he whose only fault
is in loving her not wisely but too
well.
Quite a strange scene, taken all In
all—tragedy and comedy combined.
Colonel Bob hardly knows whether to
laugh or look serious. He sees that
his comrade is In rather a bad predic-
ament, and makes one step toward
helping him, when he hears Dick say:
"Stand back, Bob; I want to manage
this chap alone if I can. Stand back,
old fellow."
The two men struggle with the pow-
er of giants, and Barcelona, seeing a
companion near by, ready to give his
antagonist assistance if necessary,
realizes how desperate his case is.
A scream thrills Bob; he turns hltf
head just in time to see a figure flash
before him, and realizes that It Is the
maid of Mexico—lovely Juanlta. He
sees her spring between Barcelona and
Dick Denver just In time to receive in
her bosom the murderous cuchillo that
is launched forward, Intended for the
American.
A cry of horror rings out—even the
bull fighter Appears half stupefied at
what he has done—at the persistency
with which fate steps in between him
self and Dick Denver.
The stricken girl staggers and falls
across thQ form of the Mexican. Then
a human figure flies at the bull fighter
like a crazy thing; it la Dick, who has
been more than ever aroused b) the* >00000000000000
sight of Juanita sent bleeding and dyi
ing to the floor at the hands of this
fellow—Dick, who now assaults him
with irresistible power, who dazes the
Mexican by the brilliancy of his ac-
tions, and presently crushes him to the
floor with several sledge-hammer
blows that render the humiliated and
doomed athlete almost senseless.
One figure Colonel Bob has not no-
ticed befon
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Farmers' Co-operative
Union of America.
While we are taking all sorts of
it is that of Miss Paul- pains to attend to the marketing of
ine, who has been standing just be- 8tuff> let U3 not forget that while
yond a table. She now darts forward,
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Don't you remember the newspapers
that thought the Farmers' Union would
"fall down?" Most of them were con-
and when Dick turns after so quickly
disposing of Barcelona, ho discovers
her bending over the fallen girl, en-
deavoring with trembling hands to
stanch the flow of blood.
"Was—he—hurt?" the Moxlcan girl
gasps.
"Dick? No, no—you saved him,
dearest Juanita."
"For you. I ought to hate you, Paul-
ine Westerly, for ysu have stolen what
I thought belonged to me, but I cannot
do it; where I would hate I love—I
know not why," gasps the stricken
girl.
Dick reaches her side—upon hto
face is the deepest concern, but Juan-
ita smiles.
"It Is Just as well—I could never
have lived and been happy, knowing
y ou loved her. Now I have saved you
for your Pauline. I gave my life—
'twas all I had. This is fate—it was
my destiny to suffer."
A groan is heard, but It does not
proceed from the dying girl. Senor
Lopez struggles to raise himself, and
manages to gain a position where he
can look upon the face of his child—
his lips move, and they hear him utter
Btrange words:
"It is the decree of fate! She saves
him for the other. Come closer, you
against whom Manuel Lopez has
fought so bitterly—come to my side
and hear the news I would tell you."
The old Mexican's strength Is fast
leaving him, and It Is only a question
of time when he must yield up the
ghost. He realizes this himself, and
musters all his powers to aid him.
"Pauline Westerly, before I die I
would hear you say you forgive me.
The fierce desire to see my family re-
gain its old time prestige must be my
only excuse for doing what I have
done. With the El Dorado In my
hands I could have stirred up all Mex-
ico, and perhaps placed myBelt in the
chair the usurper Diaz holds. I am
proud, but when death hovers near all
pride Is leveled. I beg that you will
forgive—it is easier to do so because
all of my plans have proven failures."
"Rest in peace, Senor Lopez. I can-
not comprehend how a man of honor
can war upon a girl for the sake of
power; but Heaven has seen fit to baf-
fle your purposes, and far be it from
Pauline Westerly to cherish feelings
of malice against a defeated enemy. T
only grieve because this wicked
scheming has brought one you love to
pain and sorrow, perhaps death. Poor
Juanita!" and she strokes the luxur-
iant hair of the Mexican maid tenderly
as ehe speaks, while over the face of
the dying girl there passes a look that
Is akin to holy love.
The old senor experiences a new
sensation—tears flow from his eyes—
he weeps.
"Strange, mysterious decree of
Providence, that one should die to
make -the other happy. Who can say
the hand of Fate is not in it all," hs
mutters.
Dick and Bob exchange glance#.
Surely the old senor must be feelini
the cold hand of approaching dlesolu*
tlon; he raveB! They continue to lis-
ten. and hear more strange things.
"Senorita Pauline, I am about to
make a disclosure that will give yow
joy and yet bring perhaps the keenest
pain. I solemnly assert that I did not
myself suspect the truth until very re-
cently, and It was my intention to util-
ize the fact If the plans which culmin-
ated so disastrously this night failed
to place me in possession of tht
mine."
Pauline hears and holds her breath
In suspense. What news can he Im-
part that will bring to her the greatest
of joy and the keenest of suffering?
"I learned In Paris what your mis-
sion was, and having already an Ink-
ling of the truth I set about discover-
ing facts. Years ago, for revenge upon
your father, I hired a woman to steal
away your little sister Beulah; It was
believed she was drowned; I myself
never doubted it, for the woman swors
to the fact when I paid her. Years
later this same woman entered my
employ again—she brought with her a
rhild to whom I took a strange fancy
—I adopted her."
"Merciful heaven!" cries Pauline,
bending upon the dying Juanlta a look
of startled eagerness and supreme
anguish—"that child—Juanita "
"I have since discovered Is the Beu-
lah sto'en from your father in the
past. Antoinette Duval, stand forward
and testify to the truth of my words."
"What Senor Lopez haB stated Is
the truth, every word. Mon Dieu! I
hope I may be pardoned for the part I
took In the wicked business. I swear
by all that I hold sacred that this girl
is none other than Beulah whom I
carried away years ago from the West-
erly home, where I was employed R3 a
nurse. Look upon her, Mamselle rmuJ
ine—for she is your sister."
(To B« Continued.)
we are taking care of tho spigot, that
we are losing at the buug. Careless
methods, poor seed, poor handling and
wastefulness all along tha line need
cooperative, educative indication.
We don't want to bore you, but we
do want to Insist on your attending
every meeting of the Union, and we
want to insist that your presence be
known by more than tho mere roll
call. A horse could do tha much; a
man should be more worth to his fel-
lows than a horse.
This Is the farmers' day. He has all
sorts of good money in his old frog-
skin, and he is riding in a rubber-tired
buggy. Oh, yes, he Is coming into pos-
session of his senses all right. Ho is
going to have the price of his earn-
ings. What has been done for cotton
can as well be done for everything on
the farm, and it Is being done, too.
scientious about it, too. Tho wrecks
along the way were taken as a predic-
tion of failure, and there have been
times that the whole wisdom and for-
bearance of those at tho head of the
organization have been taxed to the
utmost. This sort of disparagement
was not done because of any enmity
to the cause, but for fear that the
farmers were likely to be again raised
in a hope that would fall and go dor-n
In another disaster. Those papers
which discouraged the movement when
It looked weak are now its staunch
frienda, and are working for the
spread of the order. Things are look-
ing good for the Farmers' Union now.
Tests made time and time again in
Texas proves the common old turkey
to be the finest insecticide on earth.
When the bugs threaten to eat up the
very earth in your melon patch, all
you have to do Is to let a few hungry
toms In on 'em and the flight of the
enemy is something almost remarka-
ble. Try the turkey cure.
If you are falling to see that your
cnlldren go out to some Sunday-school,
regularly, you are falling In a duty.
There are no pleasanter memories than
those of the old 8unday-«chool, with
its rowB of pretty girls. Of course, you
can't know that they get there unless
you go with 'em. and you ought to
KNOW that they go.
"Seest thou a man diligent in his
business, he shall stand belore kings;
he shall not stand before mean men.
That sounds pretty good, doesnt ft?
That is an inspired saying, and has
always been true and will always be
true as gospel writ Co-operate and
educate, and you will be so busy that
you will have no time to stand before
the idle and vicious people—the mean
people of all ages! Get busy!
If the Farmers' Union fails to be of
as much use to the member as the or-
ganizations of other followings are to
their members, the farmer has only
himself to blame. Without organkta-
ton, the other unions are our enemies,
but with organization, they are our
mutual helpers, pledged in every way
to render us every assistance possible.
This is the day of cooperation, and
the man who is so blind as to not see
the use of "getting together" could be
of only very little use te any sort of
organization.
CO-OPERATOR CULLINGS.
Again, let us say, pull for the same
shore.
Work every day. There s no time
to lose.
March on to victory. Nothing can
prevent.
Are you building or are you tearing
down?
Well, suppose the producers should
go on a strike?
Have you renewed your BUbscrli*
tioiv? You can not afford to miss an is-
sue. Renew today.
The call for the meeting of the No-
tional Union has been made. What a
great meeting it will be!
Your local is just what you make it.
It can and will do much for your com-
munity if you wilL
If a member falls to do his full du-
ty, he ia the loser. It is a great priv
liege to work for humanity.
Lets do all tho good we can before
taklngout time comes. It la coming to
all of us. Let us be brethren.
Our people must and will have some-
thing to discuss. Don't lose sight of
the main question—a correct system
of marketing.
The Spinners tell us to get ourselves
In shape. Will we do it or will we con*
tinue to be fleeced as we have always
been? It is up to us.
We have seen a great number of
self-binders and other farm imple-
ments "out in the rain." Let's "take
them In." We will need them again.
Let's make the demand on ourselves.
The producers have all power In their
hands. Then why make demands at
the other fellow. He Is not In it
The power of money can not prevail
against the perfect understanding of
the producers. The producers might
decide to provide for a medium of e*-
change for themselves.
The cotton school at Dallas haswur-
passed even the hopes of its most op-
timistic advocates. Earnest, big-hatted,
broad-browed men had to be turned
away during the second week, because
they could not be taken care of in the
classes. That looks like success,
doesn't it? Well, that Is the sort of
success that awaits any sensible plan
of the Farmers' Union. The backbone
of the country is backing up the
movement, and U. has all sorts of viril-
ity.
If your Union is not doing some-
thing practical along the llneB of help-
ing lta members to better methods of
doing the everyday work of the farm,
It is Binning away its day of grace.
Marketing is the final end of the crop-
making, but before that time there is
the bulk to do and none are so blind
as to not see that fully half of the
work done after tho present day meth
oils is work thrown away, because not
economically and systematically done
Then there is a big work to do along
the line of encouraging beautifying
the home, in taking care of tools and
implements, in Installing labor-saving
methodB and tools In the house and
the kitchen. Oh, the great work there
Is for the Union to do!
Shall we continue to auction off our
cotton on the street to the highest bid-
der in the same old way? Or shall we
erect warehouses and prepare to mar-
ket the cotton crop gradually and sys
tematlcally?
MERCURY MU8INGS.
The delegate who repudiates hto
specific Instructions should not bs
trusted again—at least, not until he
has repented In sackcloth and ashes
for his moral delinquency.
If all classes are entitled to repr*
sentatlon In proportion to their nunv
ber, the farmers should have an over-
whelming maority in every State leg-
islature in the South. But professional
gentry hold the offices and are sup-
posed to represent the producers.
Everyone must learn to put up with
that which he cannot alter or remedy.
In organization work as in other
things no one need expect to see
things done as ho would like, unless
he exerts himself to the utmost to s
cure success.
LAND 18 NATURE'S GIFT.
For our part, we would welcome •
law that would allow a man to own
all the land he can U3e for tilling and
pasturing purposes, but not one square
foot for selling purposes. Land speci>
lation Is a crime against humanity
rvAf. we can't contemplate with any
s^t of patience.—Farmers' JournaL
Have you ever gone Into the kitchen
and taken a look around to see if some-
thing could not be re-arranged that
would lessen the number of steps it
takes to do the kitchen work. We
want to bet a ginger cake that there
Is not a kitchen on any farm in Texas
that cannot - be very materially im-
proved by any sort of a man that can
saw a board and drive a nail. Cut out
all the ttrod housewife's steps that you
can. There will be enough left then.
You are not a good Union man If you
don't read this over twice and then
get as busy as a hen with one chicken,
doing some unionizing with your tired
partner In your joys and SORROWS.
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