The Mangum Star (Mangum, Okla.), Vol. 33, No. 32, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 20, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 1921
THE MANGUM STAR
By PETER B. KYNE
(Copjrrwkt. by Pe«ar B. Kraa)
'Webster backed oaeedly toward toe
wall, firing aa be did ao, but he was
too dizzy to ahoot effectlrWy. and (fen
aemlcircle of bayoneta cloaed lo 011 hla
front He had wounded three men
without stopping them; a second
more, and their long, eighteen-lnch
bayoneta would bave been in hla
▼ltala, when Into the midst of the
melee, from the rear, daahed Don
Juan Cafetero, shrieking like a Send
and swinging his rifle, whldi he held
grasped by the barrel.
Webster aaw a bayonet lunging to-
ward him. Be lifted Ma leg and
caught the point on bla boat-heel while
with hla laat cartridge ha killed the
man behind the bayonet, laat u the
'.atter's next-rank mnn thrust etrntglK
and true In under the Amerlcan'a left
arm. while a third man jahliad ai hla
atomach and got tlic bayonet home In
hla Ulp. These two thrusts, delivered
almost simultaneously, by their Im-
pact carried their victim backward
•gainst the wall, against which hla^
heud collided with a smart thud. He"
fell forward on his face; before hla
assailants could draw back for a fin-
ishing thrust. In cnse the gringo need-
ed It. which they doubted. Don Juan
Cafetero had brained them both.
Standing above the mau he loved,
with the letter's body between his
outspread legs, Don Juan Cafetero
stood for the final accounting, his but-
Wabatar nmM a Bull** In ImvIM
termllk eyea gleaming hatred and war-
madneaa. his llpa drawn back from
his raaggle teeth, hla breast rising
and falling aa they closed In aroond
him. Fer a few seconds he was visi-
ble swinging his rifle like a flail,
magnificent, unterrifled—and then ■
bayonet slipped In under hla guard.
It wns the end.
With a final great effort that u"ed
up the last strenjnh In his drink-
corroded muscles he hurled his rifle
Into the midst of hla four remaining
enemies, before he swayed and top-
pled full length on top of Webster,
shielding with his poor body the man
who had fanned to flume the dying
ember of manhood In the wreck that
drink and the devil had cast up on the
For Don Juan Cafetero It had been
a long. Joyous, thirsty day, but at
last the dn.v was done. And In order
to make certain, a soldado Jabbed him
once more through the vltnls before
he fled with the other survivors.
For half an hour after Webster left
her to assist the great-hearted Mother
Jenks In the rough care of the wound-
ed. Dolores, absorbed In her work of
mercy, gave all of her thought to the
grim task before her. The cries, fol-
lowed by the sudden, savage outbreak
of lire when the guards made their
dash from the palace, brought Web-
ster and Don Juan to mind instantly.
In a quick access of terror and appre-
hension she clung, trembling, to stolid
old Mother Jenks.
"Somebody's breakln' In or breakln'
out," the veteran decided calmly.
"Come to the corner, dearie; an' 'ave
She half dragged Dolores to the cor-
ner, from which they had aa unob-
structed view down the croea-Mreet
to Its Intersection three block* distant
with the Calie San Rosarla; cons®,
quently they saw the doaen m mere
survivors of that Ill-fated 6aab from
the north gate of the psltwa ffoah far
a second across their line of vtton.
Mother Jenks croaked dlsmatly, like
a disreputable old raven; aha, wm try-
ing to cheer.
"The rats nre leavln' the wlafcta'
ship." she wheezed. "China an' aej
them tyke the devils as kmed my
sainted "Enery." She broke eagerly
from Detores' detaining grasp and ran
down the street. Dolores hesitated a
moment; then, reasoning that her duty
lay In pursuing Mother Jenks and
preventing her from rushing headlong
Into the conflict, she followed.
Evidently the fleeing guards had
scurried around a corner Into a cross-
street shortly after Dolores and Moth-
er Jenks had seen them gnllop past,
for the firing .dawn the Calle Sun IU»-
sarto had ceased entirely by the time
they reached It. They stood , moment
at the corner, gazing up the street at
the dead—man and beast—with the
wounded cra'vling out hf the shambles
to the slilewalk.
Mother .Jenks nodded npprovlngly as
•rlumi'l'MV shout* frori ihe north gate
mid be! lilt Ku.-j II1L-II were pouring
Into the palace; with their arms about I
each other the two women watched |
and waited—and presently the nation- (
al flag on the palace came fluttering i
down from Its staff, to be raised aga«
with the red banner of revolution flut- j
tering above It. the Insignia of a Ba-
"My lamb." Mother Jenks said eeri-
ly to Dolores, "the war la over. Wart«
the matter with goln' lo the south |we
an' wytin* on the palace ateps far Mae
provisional president to make Ms
grand ountray? If we 'esltate
minutes they'll have a bloomln' gawd
on both gates, arskln' ua 'oo we mi*
an' wot we want."
"But Mr. Webster will come back
to that back atreet looking for m«;
I must go back and wait there
"Wyte, nothlnkf" Mother Jenka
overruled the girl's protest roughly.
" 'B'll 'ave gone Into the pnlace with |
the crowd for a look-aee; we'll meet
'im there an' syve 'lm the trouble o'
untln' for us. Comal" And she half
dragged* the shrinking girl toward the
gate, a block distant, where only a j
few mlnutea before Webster nnd Oon i
Juan Cafetero had made their Inef- J
"Don't look at the blighters, honey," j
Mother Jenka warned Dolorea when.
In approaching the gate, she caught ,
sight of the bodies strewed In front I
of It. "My word! Regular bally mesa
—an* all aplggotles! Cawn't be. Must !
'ave bean some white meat on this
hird, as my sainted 'Enery uster s'y. j
Hah! Thought so I There's a red- 1
headed 'un! Qawd's truth I An' 'e
done all tlmt—Oor* strike me pink!
It's Don Jnan Cbfetero." ^
Mother Jenks stepped over the gory
corpse* ringed around Don Junn nnd
knelt beside him. "Don Junn!" she
cried. "Van bally. Interferon' blighter,
you've gone an' got It T'
She ran her strong old arms under
his dripping body, lifted him nnd laid
his red head on her knee, while with
her free hand she drew a small flask
of brand/ from her dress pocket.
Don Juan opened his buttermilk
eyes and gnzed up at her with Plow*
ly dawning wonder, then closed them
again, drowsily, like a tired child.
Mother Jenks pressed the flnsk to his
blue lip#; as the brandy bit his tongue
he rolled Ills fiery head In feeble pro-
test and weakly set his teeth ngnlnst
the Hp of the flask. Wondering,
Mother Jenks withdrew It—and then
Don Juan spoke.
"Have ye the masther's permission,
allnnnh? I give him me worrd av hon-
permission. He—was good—to me—
troth he was—Qod—love—me—boss
Ills Jaw dropped loosely; his head
rolled sideways; but ere bis spirit
fled, Don Juan Cafetero had Justified
the faith of hla master. He bad kept
his word of honor. He had made
good en hla brag to die for John Bra-
art Webster and welcome the chancel
Mother Jenka held his body a little
while, gaalng into the faoe no longer
rabtcaad; then gently aha eased It to
(fee ground and for the Brat time wee
•war* that Dolorea knelt In the dirt
oatte to bar striving to lift the
body «pob which Don Joan .bad bee*-
The- strength of Dolores was aa-
equal to the task; so Mother Jenka,
hardened, courageous, calm as her
sainted *®n«7 at hla Inglorious finish,
rose and stepped around to her side
to help her. She could see this other
was a white man. too; coolly she
stooped and wiped his gory face wlrh
the hem of her apron. And then she
"Lift him up! Give him to met"
Dolorea sobbed. "Oh. Caliph, my poor
-dear, big-hearted blundering boy!"
She got her arm under his head;
Mother Jeoklna aided her; and the limp
body was lifted to a sitting position;
then Dolores knelt on one knee, sup-
porting him with the other, and drew
his head over on her shoulder; with
her white cheek cuddled against his,
she spoke Into his deaf ears the lit-
tle, tender, foolish words that moth-
ers have fbr their children, that wom-
en have for the stricken men of their
love. She pleaded with him to open
his eyes, to speak to her and tell her
he still ll^d; so close was his face
to hers that she saw an old but very
faint white scar running diagonally
across his left eyebrow—and kissed
Presently strong arms took him
from her; clinging to somebody—she
knew not whom—she followed, moan-
ing broken-heartedly. while eight men,
forming a rude litter with four rifles
passed under his body, bore Webster
to the shade of a tufted palm Inside
the palace gate.
As they laid Webster down for a
moment there Dolores saw a tall,
youthful man. of handsome feature*
and noble bearing, approach and look
at him. In his eyes there were tear*,
a sob escaped him aa with a little
Impulsive, affectionate movement he
patted John Stuart Webster's cheek.
"My friend t" the fainting Dolores
heard him murmur. "My great-heart-
ed, whimsical, lovable John Webster.
Ton made It possible for me to meet
yofi here tonight—end this la the meet-
While Ricardo watched beside the
unconscious Webster one of hla aldea
galloped up the street, to return pres-
ently with a detachment with stretch-
ers, Into which Webster and Don Juan
Cafetero were tald and carried up the
palace driveway Into the huge golden
reception hall where only the night
before Sarros had greeted the belles
and beaux Of his capital. In the mean-
time Mother Jenks had succeeded In
restoring Dolores to consciousness;
supported by the Indomitable old
woman the girl slowly followed the
grim procession until, at the door of
the reception room, they found their
further progreas barred by a sentry.
"The red-haired man Is dead," he
Informed them In response to their
eager queries. J'lf yj(y want his body."
he' continued, hazn'rdltig a guess as to
their mi" ' n. "I tue-s you can bave
It There he Is." And the sentry
pointed lo the stretcher which had
he«en set down along the wall of the
" '<»w nl>out 'he other?" Mother
Jenka demanded I»on .tnnn Cafetero
U.il. unfortunately «• 1. -o much oJ
a nuisance to her lu life that ahe was
not minded to be troubled greatly
over him in death, although the Spar-
tanlike manner of hla exit had thrilled
the British bulldog blood In her.
"The big fellow lan't quite dee.d yet,
but Pm afraid he's a toner. I~i«
surgeons have him In this room now.
Friend of yours. M'.ssl" he inquired
in tones freighted with neighborly
"Sorry I caa't let you In. Miss," he
continued, "but the General ordered
me to keep everybody out until the
doctors have finished looking him
over. If*1 was you, I'd wult In that
room across the hall; then you can
get the first npws when the doctors
Mother Jenks accepted his advice
and steered her charge Into the room
Indicated. As they waited, Ricardo
Ruey stood anxiously beside the table
on which John Stuart Webster'* big,
limp body reposed, while Doctor Pach-
eco, assisted by a Solirantean con-
frere, went deftly over him with sur-
gical scissor* and cut the blood-Boaked
clothing from his body.
"He breathes very gently," the rebel
leader said, presently. "Is there any
The little doctor shrugged. "I fear
not. That bayonet-thrust In the left
aide missed his heurt but not his
"But apparently he hasn't bled much
from thnt wound."
"The hemorrhage Is probably In-
ternal. Even If that congestion of
blood In the lungs does not prove fatal
very shortly, he cannot, In his weak-
ened state, survive the traumatic
fever from all these wounds. It is
bound—hello, how our poor friend still
live* with the bayonet broken off In
his body—for here Is steel—hah I Not
a bayonet, but a pistol."
He unbuttoned the wounded man's
coat and found a strap running diag-
onally up across his hrenst and over
the right shoulder, connecting with
a holster under the left arm. The
doctor unbuckled this strap and re-
moved the holster, which contained
Webster's spare gun; Ricardo, glanc- ,
Ing disinterestedly at the sheathed j
weapon, noted a small, new, triangu-
lar hole In the leather holster. He
picked It up, withdrew the pistol, and
found a deep scratch, recently made,
along the blued steel close to the vul-
When Ricardo glanced at Pacheco
after his scrutiny of the pistol and
holster, the doctor's dark eyes were
regarding him mlrthfiilly.
"I have been unnecessarily alarmed,
my general," *a!d Pacheco. "Our
dear frland ha* been most fortunate
In hi* choice of wound* "
"He's a lucky Yankee; that** what
be l*. my dear Pacheco. A lucky Yan-
kee I" Ricarda leaned over and ex-
amined the bayonet-wound in Web-
atef* left aids. "Ha took the point
of the steel on hi* pl*tol he happened
to be wearing under hla left arm,"
twenl an to explain. "That turned
bayonet and It alld along bis rib.,
making a aagarficlal Aeab-wonnd."
Paabaco noMed. "And this ballet
merely burned the top of hie right
akenlddr, «Mto another paaaed
OtfMgb MM Mrepe wttboot torching
a bene. Hto mat aevean wound la
Jab to Ob kip." _ _
May *tripped every adtcb of doth-
tog from. Webeter and went over him
•nretolly. At toe back of hla bead
(hey found a totle clotted blood from
a ama» aplto to the scalp; also they
Itnnd a luorp e» generous proportions.
Pacheco hashed briefly but con-
Then ha to not even seriously In-
jnradr RMaado Interrupted that
"I would dta of fright If I had to
dght this Una fellow a month from
today," the Utile doctor chirped. "The
man Is In superb physical condition;
M Is the bump on the her.d that ren-
ders him unconscious—not los* of
As if to confirm this expert testi-
mony Webster at that moment breath-
ed long and deeply, screwed up hi*
face and shook his head very slightly.
Thereafter for several minutes he
gave no further evidence of an active
Interest in life—seeing which Pacheco
decided to take prompt advantage of
ths unconsciousness and proba the
wounds In his arm nnd shoulder for
the fragment* of clothing which the
bullets must have carried Into them.
After ten minutes of probThg Pacheco
announced that he was through and
ready to bandage; whereupon John
Stuart Webster *ald faintly but very
distinctly, In English:
"I'm awfully glM you are. Doc".
It hurt Ilka h 11 Did you manage
to get a bite on that fishing trip?"
"Jack Webster, you scoundrel I"
Ricardo yelled Joyously, and he shook
the patient with entire disregard of
the latter*a wounds. "Oh, man, Tm
glad you're not dead."
"Your aentiments appeal to ma
strongly, my friend. I'm—too—tired
to look—at you. Who the devil—are
Fell a alienee, while Webster pre-
pared for another speech. "Where
am I r*
"In the palace. We won pulled*
lp, and that forty-thouMnd dollar bet
of your* I* «afe. ni cash the ticket
lor you tomorrow morning."
"D n the forty thousand. Where**
my Croppy Boy?"
"My wild Irish blackthorn, Don
"I hope, old man, he ha* ere now
that which all brave Irishmen and
true deserve—a harp wltfr a crown.
Sn'llfe the Irish have the harp with-
| rut the crown, you know."
"How did he die?" Webster wbla-
"He died hard, with the hole* tn
I front—and he died for you."
Two big tears ' trickled Rlowly
through Webster's closed lids and roll-
ed acroas his pale cheek. "Poor, lost
lonesome, misunderstood wreck," ha
murmured presently, "he was an ex-
tremist tn all thlnga. He uaed to sing
th: se wonderfully poetic ballads of hi*
people—I remember one that began:
•Green were the fields where my fore-
fathers dwelt.' 1 think his heart was
In Kerry—so we'll send him there.
He's my dead, Ricardo; care for his
boily, because I'm—going to plant
ifon .iuan with the—shamrocks. They
■' 'inderstnni! ti::m here. lie was
an exile—so I'm going to setul him—
(To Be Continued)
6000 Acres Land
I have listed 6OO1
Greer county land.
kind of farm you
price. Ranges in pr
$100.0(1 un acie. So
really : ' '-gain.
W. R. WOOU & CO.,
Elliott Building. 211>al
of good | jjna.
rnish ti .
When you have a chair or .uiythtag
J. \V. Mitchell 612 N, Caro- !" th?L-1u,"t lh?* need* Axing, phona
, " illiams New k Second Hand
,abU- Store, S. Side Square. iil-t
of tliis hiii 1 is
THE OWL DRUG CO. SAYS
After you eat—always take
Imuntlz ralbVM Heartburn. Bloalad Guar
rStop* iad o-.uon. find •oaring, r~
iwtiiil. and all thu many mixiia* caaxnJ by
The Owl Drug Co.
General Repairing of all
kinds of machinery. Ala-
chine forcings, Acety-
lene and forge welding.
P. J. Boyle, Prop.
There is always |
profit in Poultry.
But there is often |
a waste in the flock |
if not culled.
Get rid of the culls jjj
now, while the price I
A Tip From Dad
You know I got a tip from "Dad" years
ago. He said "A man can't pay $15.00 per
ton for Cotton Seed, sell them at $15.00
and get by."
Neither can 1 pay 27c for gasoline, give
my customers full measure and quality
then sell it for 27c and get by.
I buy my gasoline from G. J. Crossland
& Co., they guarantee me, first, grade,
straight run gas (not blended with cas-
ing head). My visible pump guarantees
you full measure and clean, white gaso-
Now what? Service. Say, why ruin
your best "Sunday-go-to-meetin" clothes
getting water and air? "Why, man, that
is where I shine," Just ask my trade, or
get your next Fill at
Penn's Drive in Filling Station
We invite and welcome you to our Sale, 2ys miles east of Mangum, beginning at 10:00 a. m.
i • jy" -v)v4j
Thursday, Feb. 3,1921
And we feel sure that you will like our offering. We are going to offer you our 160 acre mod-
ern farm. Come out and look it over before sale day. We will sell the farm to you now, as
we might have to protect it at the Sale.
All the rest of our offering will positively go to the highest bidder. This is one sale where you
will have a chance to buy cattle that are acclimated and raised on farms and are real dairy
cows. Everyone is a good one. They have been chosen from the best herds of Oklahoma and
Kansas, with a view of dairying. Now we have closed our Dairy, hence this sale. The cattle
will consist of
10 cows in milk
10 cows to freshen soon
5 two-year old Heifers, bred to reg'strd bull
20 Heifer calves from our best cows and sir-
ed by Herd Bull, whose dam has a record of
* 27i/o lbs of butter in 7 days. Calves age
from 6 months to 12 months old.
Here is a chance to get a Foundation Herd of
Registered Ones and all carry some of the
best blood of the breed. This group should
go to one farm.
Lady Dorothy DeVirus, born Oct. 2, 1916
Lady Betty DeVirus born Nov. 1, 1918, to
freshen June 2,1921
Prince Patt De Virus, born Dec. 7,1919.
Western Home Lady De Kol, born Oct. 2,1916
Lady Dorothy DeVirus, born Oct. 2, 1916
Changeling Catrino Aggie Boy, our Herd
bull, born April 8th, 1916.
One Fairbanks Gas Engine, 6 h. p.
Very latest type was bought in June and was
not run 10 days.
One good grind mill and chopper combined,
2 extra good mules, in good shape, 8 yrs. old,
A good set of wagon harness complete with
One new set leather plow harness
2 road wagons
One riding lister planter
One walking lister
One cultivator and double and single harrow
One McCormick Mower, good
One new Hay Rake, a good lot of small tools
One-horse buggy and harness
One No. 6-A Highgrade Heater, 1 X-ray 200
Will arrange to have plenty to eat and drink
on the ground.
TERMS: A credit of 10 months will be given on approved notes, bearing 10 percent from
date, 5% discount for cash.
CM. BRYAN, OWNER
Col. FRED BALL of EIReno, and Assistants, Aucts.
B. H. SQUIRE, Clerk
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