The Willow Times (Willow, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 7, Ed. 1 Friday, June 16, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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AulomoMI* of Miss Dorolhr t'pton an<1
frl< ml. Mrs Fati . t>r #h« d<>wn at N*1**
Moilro tH>r<1rr 1'Hlrol iaini>, eoWBMUWW
by IJoulviiaiit Kynaaton Thy two worn
*ti «r oil way to «iln« >>t Mlaa I ptoiia
fulhvr, In) hIci * mHaa across tha
M<->i' an tMn.i. r Kynaaton Wvaa woman
at Ma caiiip while >■« s«ws wltli a <1«-tall
t . InveatlKitla r«-| -r! of VIII* sun ruminra.
Villa triMipa ilrlva small f->r>« of 'ar-
rant* a. r„aa border llna *n<1 « "Jf
ili r In Kyiiaalnti. iNirnlhy tu><1 Mrs Fans
•till at amp «liaii Kynaston returns with
prisoner* ltlln.1 M«<*kan prlrat app *Jra
III < amp ami < Intma lrit«T i**<l M«*H na
have til the spoils brought a« r..as tha lln*
n womlerful amerahl bell atylan (r""' •
•hrlne tiy Zuputa and taki-n froln hi"' by
Cariamit troop*. J'rleat la ■•arclilng for
the etn#r*ld III onUr to return It to in*
ah 11 tie Kyiiaatnii Amis Jawel and reports
to ilepartinent headquarters. Major l-P-
ilyke appear* front f aadquart rs to tail*
char*# of valuables captured, Priest
ami emerald bell disappear. Ky **'""
hll(>a a.roaa border with one na*n..to awi
Upton family surroumled t y
The water aupply runs short.
Vllllsta*
la th* terrible auapense of
waiting for death worn than
death ItsslfT Doea th* man con-
demned to be ahot at aunrla* suf-
fer moat before led out to execu-
tion? Consider the feeling* of a
father when ha learna that s
mob la flolng to aack hla home,
kill the defenders and ateal hla
beautiful daughter.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
So Upton, laying aside hla rtflo.
went down the hill to moot the paeudo-
offleor, who, with an orderly behind
him, was olgnallng for an Interview.
"Well, what la It you plratea
want?" he anked truculently. "Are
you tryln* to make a llvln' by your
own unaided efforta?"
"We have come to collect from the
holders of Mexican property a part
of their Ill-gotten gains In order, Benor.
that the bravo and patriotic defenders
of the republic shall not be hungry."
"Well, you've undertaken a grown
man's Job. then," snarled Upton.
"We demand the payment by the
Santa Crui mine of five thousand dol-
lars In cash and the surrender of all
the arms, ammunition and powder, In-
cluding dynamite, that you have, as
>veK as the permanent loan of all your
ftbie-bodled horses."
"H-m! And what do I got out of
It!"
"You will have our protection and
our assurances that you will not be
bothered or annoyed by any further
compulsory loans made to the provi-
sional republic."
Upton fumbled for a moment In his
rocket, from which ho Anally produced
two papers. These he handed to his
Interviewer.
"There are two other 'protections'
given me laBt month," he said tersely.
"You will see that one Is for two thou-
sand and the other for fifteen hun-
dred"
"We will guarantee you against
any further contributions," said the
otter Ingratiatingly.
"If your own force Isn't strong
enough to take my place It certainly
Isn't strong enough to protect me
against anything. No. senor. I won't
pay you a single cent—not a sou
markee. I've stooC all I'm going to
stand from you fellows. Now I'll ap-
peal to the American consul."
The other spat derisively.
"Better trust to me!" he said valn-
glorlously. "Hut if you do not sur-
render Immediately, but compel mo to
take the place, 1 tell you frankly,
seror, I shall show no quarter—"
"Well, I can't help that, can I? I
will give you, sir. exactly what you
can take—an" it won't strain your back
to carry it. either." snapped Upton.
"Very well, senor." said the Mexi-
can. "I give you half an hour to con-
sult with your companions. If at the
end of that time you decide to accept
my terms you have only to wave a
white flag from your front door. 1
shall know what it means
If there 1* no flag—then all that
lollows is your own fault. Ad to*.
*< !,. r V.ny the saint* te*ch you wls-
d m!" The Mexican strode off to
Me men while Upton picked the be*t
ma? up the alope to the bouse.
The long h*lf hour came to an end j
*t last. S«dden:y down by the cor-
rals a nr.e cracked A bullet wbeeped
through the window where Kynaston
rum*. Wodg^d -n the heavy window- j
, t At the smack of the Impact the
>< .mg't-f sprang hack.
•. «;■ f v« rifle he tired at a head
, , i *i -e a stoaei The Bat..
smacking report and thn heavy recoil
of the piece steadied him.
"Did you hit him?" asked a aoft
ctia steady voice behlng him. II*
tun.od to see Dorothy standing near
htm.
"Don't think *o. Please get back.
Miss Upton You might bo hit, you
know, and then—"
Ills eyes told the rest of It. Doro-
thy laughed a little.
Dut she coverod her face with her
hands for a moment, then turned nway
with a little shudder. It was war, she
knew, but It was hard to accustom her*
self to the Idea of death and suffering
Inflicted under her very eyes.
An oath from Upton mado Kynas-
ton turn. Ho saw John Wilkes, the
old engineer, step to the table and,
picking up the dipper, help himself
to a drink of water.
The dipper was still Immersed In
the water when there came another
flat, smacking report, followed by a
crash as of a stone on a board. The
bucket btoke Into fragmonts and fell
from the table, the water dripping
down upon the floor.
Mr. Wilkes stood gazing upon the
ruin.
"What the—" he ejaculated help-
lessly.
"Mullet through the east loophole,"
said Kynaston shortly. "The bucket
wus In the line of Are. Now, you've
dene it, Mr. Greaser! That's all the
water wo had."
Hour after hour the defenders sat
beside their loopholes watching the
slow advanco of their besiegers. The
Mexicans did not dare advance across
the open under the Are of the rifles
from the house. They were obviously
waiting for night to cover their real
approach. Kynaston dreaded what
tho night would bring, for there was
no way to prevent the Mexicans from
The Heavy Recoil Steadied Him.
getting to close raugo under cover of
the darkness. Then, when the be-
siegers were within striking distance,
it would be difficult Indeed for the de-
fenders to reply to the overwhelming
Intensity of the Are that would be
opened upon the house so soon as day-
light should come.
While Kynaston was cudgeling his
brains to And some solution to the
problem he saw old Wilkes pottering
about the house, carefully gathering
up all the empty tin cans. These the
old man strung on a piece of rawhide
that had been brought to the house to
bo made into a lariat. His curiosity
thoroughly aroused, Kynaston asked:
"What are you doing with that,
Mr. Wilkes?"
"Can't git no mule-bella," said the
old man sententiously; "they're all In
the stablea. So I'm almln' to string
all these cans on a piece of rope an'
hang em across the front an' back
roads after dark. Anybody atumblln'
against em 11 rattle em. an' that '11
give us warnin'."*
"That's what I've been trying to
think of! Now. If we only had some
water!"
There was no water; and the whole
garrison knew it. For hour* the de-
fender*. sticking cloee to the loop-
bole*. knew thirst—grtmy. dry-eyed
thirst that froie the *mlle on the lip*
and cracked the corner* of the moutfc.
A shot from the corral smacked
against the rewr wall of the house.
Instinctively the man behind the door-
post took cover. A moment after the
afeot was Bred a man came forward i
from the corral, displaying a dirty
handkerchief on tfce end of • stick.
Mr Wilkes *pohe eseltedly
"Don't you do It! Anybody that
goes out here now ain't got no aenaa.
They'll get you Into the open and
shoot you down. Don't pay no atten-
tion to em!"*
"You must reeognlie It." enid Ky-
naaton. "t ome on. Upton. we'll aee
what they want."
Hut little time was given. There
came a crack from the right, and a
bullet whlased uncomfortably close to
Kynaston's shoulder, landing with a
vicious whit In the mass of clay chink-
ing that formed the chimney. Down
came the half baked stuff with a rattle.
Mr. Wilkes, thrusting his rifle
through a crack between two of tha
logs, Ared two shots In rapid succes-
sion.
"You'll walk home, consarn you. If
you go at all!" he growled.
Kynaston saw two of their horses
down In the dust of the corraL A
storm of curses came from the edge
of the clearing.
"See that you two keep under
cover." The old man grinned a yel-
low-toothed grin over his shoulder at
the defenders.
Darkness fell over the little valley.
With the coming of tho night the fears
of tho little garrison Increased.
"Just as like as not they'll try to
sneak up and set Are to the house,"
said Mr. Wllkos. "It's as dry as punk.
We'd better keep men watching all
night"
So the party was divided Into two
reliefs: Mr. Wilkes, Upton, and a
Mexican composed one; Kynaston, No-
lan. and Wilson the other. It was
pitch-black: the hours passod like
years. The night was so still, and the
stillness so nerve-racking, that every
crackle In the brush, every call of a
night bird, every gurgle of the creek,
brought the defenders to their loop-
holes In anticipation of an attack. But
the night passed without alarm,
though It was not until dim daylight
showed the column of smoke from the
besiegers' camp Are that the defense
relaxed Its vigilance.
"I wish I dared run out to that
creek bed for a bucket of water,'
growled Kynaston. "Salt bacon Isn't
any too appetizing. There are ponies
In the stables behind; I'm going to
try It. Give me the bucket."
Before anyone could stop him he
he seized a bucket and dashed Into
the stable. A moment later they saw
him Aat upon his pony, carrying his
rifle low and to the right, galloping
down the trail to the creek bottom,
where the water gurgled half-way be-
tween the two contending parties.
A hundred yards! A shot. Two
hundred yards! A storm of bullets
from the defense covered his reckless
venture. Three hundred yards! His
pony, stumbling and slipping down the
steep banks, plowed Its nose along
twelve feet of earth—and the young
American found himself lying face
down behind a mesqult bush on the
banks of tho stream, his hand holding
the bucket over the edge, trying to
haul back forty pounds of dirty water.
A bullet wheeped past his ear. The
scream of a horso In pain made him
turn, spilling half the contents of his
bucket. His pony was down, shot
through the barrel. He wormed his
way back to the shelter of Its body,
carrying with him the half-bucket of
dirty water that meant life to the de-
fenders of the house.
Half-war to the house h* got! The®
the fuel I lad« from th* attackers ®ads
him throw himself to the ground to a
wild attempt to seek cover Tha ao
swerlng roar from th* loopholes oftbs
bona* atop the slope behind him told
him the grateful newa that the gal*
rison bad aeen his predicament
Time after time a ahot wbeeped
doae to hla bead. Time after tlm*h*
carefully pulled that half Oiled bucket
with Its precious contents closer to
blm ao that It should not be spilled.
Time after time be aank cloeer and
atlll more cloae Into the little hollow
that sheltered him. biding hla oppot*
tunity for a Anal acramble uphill to
the aafety of the houae.
From thla vantage point on the
alope. Kynaston could see one rebel
after another attempt to take a posi-
tion from which he could be outflanked
and thua forced to run acroaa the open
apace of tho unsheltered hillside.
Bullet after bullet made him bug
the ground closer and cloaer.
Presently he beard a shout from the
bouse that aent the red blood coursing
again through his veins.
•Oh, Kynaaton!" It said, "duck your
nut, youngster; duck your nut! You re
right in my line o* Are—I'm comtn'
down to you " „
Down went Kynaston's bead. He
dared not turn to look, for he knew
that no man living can turn without
partially rising. Three Mexicans
skulked across the road, taking cover
In the thin fringe of mesquit along
the trail. The leader atopped long
enough to Are twice at Kynaston. The
American rlAe spat out lte answer. At
the same time Kynaston heard another
rlAe crack from higher up the hill.
Upton, prone in the dirt, was cover-
ing Kynaston's retreat
Kynaston heard Upton's shot wheep
past him Just as his own Anger pressed
the trigger. The man In the road be-
low him staggered, spun around twice
and dropped upon his face.
He waiter no longer, but sprang to
his feet, gripped the half-empty water-
bucket with one hand, and trailing his
rlAe with the other dashed up the nar-
row trail to the house, where he was
received with hearty congratulation*
"Of course, we needed It badly,"
said Mrs. Fane as she took the bucket
from his hand, "but not so badly as
that." She pointed to a thin line trf
red that showed above his collar.
Kynaston raised his hand to it and
laughed.
"It can't be anything. I pledge
you my word I never knew I was
touched— Oh, I say—"
He broke off suddenly as he looked
at Dorothy Upton, for her eyes were
full of telltale tears.
"There they come again!" growled
Wilkes, pointing down the hill.
A group of rebels had gathered
about the dead man. Even as the
Americans watched they came forward
slowly up the slope, waving for a flag
a shirt that was long past all days of
whiteness.
"Come on, Wilkes, and hear what
they've got to say."
Mr. Upton and the old man walked
out to meet the flag of truce.
iw
Do you think that Mra. Fane
lovea Lieutenant Kynaston and
that In the event of Dorothy's
death he will turn his affection
to the fascinating widow?
; .WWWWWWWWWM SAW* '
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
SURPRISED AT WHITE WOMAN
African Natives Both Amazed and De-
lighted When They Got Sight of
Fair Explorer.
Many of the people here (Mejun,
West Africa) have never seen a white
woman before, writes Jean Kenyon
Mackenzie in the Atlantic Monthly.
The women laugh at us so much.
One clapped her hands with pleasure
and said: "The little talk of her and
the little voice and all!"
Three old women sit watching me
where I lie on my cot One says:
"So new!" Another says: "So
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I am staying under the eaves of a
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dren on their hands and knees and
bigger ones higher up 1 am tired of
weeks of this. ...
We cam© into the deserted Til-
lages of Mengama. In the palaver
house a man sat by a bit of Are. My
funny Ebolo. In his tattered, his real-
ly catastrophic, trousers, found an old
harp to a house. He put aside bis
load—the kitchen load, all pots and
pans—and was a new man. He sang
our adventures In a beautiful voice—
a mock sentimental voice, all laugh-
ter and patho*. and mellow, mocking
tremolo. I loved him for It It wa* a
purple patch, a ragged purple patch to
the garment of the Journey. . . .
When we came out of the forest
at about three o'clock Into th* *unny
upland valley of Nyabet I met a
happy man who had killed a monkey.
He carried the most beautiful crone-
bow I have ever seen, and he carrted
II with the most noble gesture. "Tie J
a grand thing to kill a monkey; you
rush in a little wind of victory. I
bought that crossbow the next day.
Carried Bogus Talisman.
Thirty-eight years ago when Charles
Wagener Arst saw the light of day in
Pittsburgh, he was presented with a
ten-dollar gold piece by a fond rela-
tive. And when he budded into man-
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"I am ten bucks to the good as long
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He still possesses it The reason Is—
the coin Is a counterfeit "Now
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"Here I have been carrying that coin
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counterfeit until I became hard up
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