The Carter Express. (Carter, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 12, Ed. 1 Friday, June 11, 1920 Page: 2 of 8
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THE CARTER EXPRESS
By FRANK BLIGHTON
A great cloud of smoke looped high
•bore the carcel walls, carrying with
it a shower of sun-baked, blood-Btalned
earth, mingled with fragments of flesh.
Slowly the whitish-blue wreaths set-
tled down or drifted away. Soldiers
were strewn over the ground—some
hideously mangled corpses, others
writhing In agony.
Hardlnge, miraculously uninjured,
peered with amazed and horror-filled
eyes for some sight of the Hindu.
Jallsingrao Jltendro had vanished.
Thunderstruck for an Instant, the
^quick-witted knave at the next bolted
ifor the Jail gate. He had not reached
the opening, however, when a frightful
yell of terror rose outside In the
streets of Zapatlllio.
"Los Americanos I El Tlgrel El
Behind the roar of other rifles rang
out a hearty cheer. Herbert Hardlnge,
scurrying across the road for pro-
tection with Moreno’s bodyguard,
sprawled suddenly and lay still.
A hatless giant, with yellow hair
and Implacable blue eyes, upon his
ferocious face a sntyr’s smile of utter
contempt for danger, was riding at
the head of the cyclonic knot of men.
His smoking rifle told the story of
the Englishman’s passing.
Shrieking Mexicans scattered for
safety In every direction before that
whirlwind, tigerish assault—fleeing as
their forefathers had fled three gen-
erations before when confronted by
fighting men of Anglo-Saxon blood.
With a venomous look of semisatis-
faction, Buck Williams spurred his
foaming horse over Hardlnge's corpse,
straight into the jail yard.
He sharply reined In the animal, as
his Inquisitorial eyes fell upon Jlten-
drn’8 turban. He leaped to the ground
and picked up the discarded head-
"Too Intel” he groaned. ‘1 was
sure that volley I heard was his finish.
Great God! what hellish luck—five
minutes more and I should have saved
With a perplexed glance at the dead
and dying soldiers clustered In or
around the huge hole freshly gnashed
In the earth, he remounted and rode
dejectedly through the gate.
A man hurried up to him.
“Did you find him. Buck?”
“He’s gone, Scotty. But he evident-
ly had company, for hell must have
broken loose In that jail yard—every-
body’s dead In there!”
"Gosh—that’s tough 1 But why didn’t
you bring him along with you last
night, Buck? The boys was on the
way five minutes after we got the
news "flown In Culiacan yesterday aft-
ernoon, and all Mexico couldn’t have
.taken either you or him away from
“I don’t know, Scotty. I was crazy,
I suppose. All I thought of was my-
self—and getting back here to clean
up that dog Hardlnge. I remember
Jltendra’s saying something about
beating It quick, and that his gods
would keep an eye out for him.
Scotty, I can’t ever forgive myself—he
was a good scout."
“He sure musta been, Buck!" con-
soled the superintendent "But I
"Look what he did for me," Inter-
rupted Williams. “He followed me al-
most five hundred miles after I threat-
ened to shoot him if I saw him again;
he gave Pacheco the ‘Broadway Rouse’
In some fashion I have never been able
to figure out, the very minute that
dirty greaser struck me across the
face; and last night he grew this gun
right up In the middle of that cell in
there and then opened the door for me
—all because I dragged him from un-
der that wrecked car. And then I laio
down on him like a yellow pup. I
ain't a man, Scotty—I’m a pop-eyed,
goose-brained blob 1 I might have fig-
ured they’d hand It to him pronto with
-Aw! don’t take it so much to heart,
Buck. A man can’t think of every-
thing when he’s making a gltawgy. Be-
sides, It ain’t all your fault If he
could git you out, why couldn’t he git
out himself? What was there to hinder
him from followin’ yon?"
"I don’t know, Scotty. But I do
know that he thought of me first—
that’s what galls me—and I never
thought of him till I was half-way to
Culiacan and run Into you boys.”
"Well, beefing won’t help us any.
If the little fellow’s dead he ain’t got
nothing more to worry about He’s
better off’n we are, I guess, for Mo-
reno’ll git his men together and start
something If we don’t beat It for El
Tigre before they rally."
8w*ml Ram Bids Adieu I
Buck Williams held up ■ warning
The two score American riders trail-
ing behind him halted In the cover of
the thick treea just above El Tlgre
mine. Some were aching with wounds,
others reeling In their saddles with
fatigue. But at the signal everything
was forgotten except the possibility of
another brush with Moreno's men.
Indomitable, resolute expressions re-
placed the lines which pain had paint-
ed on their faces as weapons were
loosened and muscles grew taut with
the suspense of the moment
"What the devil Is It?" wonderingly
demanded Billy Scott
“Do you hear It too?" There was
a note of relief In Buck Williams’
voice. "Scotty, I thought for a min-
ute I had the rams again—and Its
seven years since I touched a drink.
That’s the same tune I heard the night
1 got back to El Tlgre, when I dreamed
Washington was leading his army of
ghosts against Pacheco's peons. Then
I woke up to find that lousy thief 'had
me hamstrung for fair I"
“It’s a flute or a fife of some Bort,"
averred Friday Thornton, “playing
Tankee Doodle,’ I guess."
"Git out, Friday," scoffed Tommy
Wlckwlre. "That ain’t ’Yankee Doo-
dle’ any more than It’s *Lead, Kindly
Light’ If that ain’t ‘Everybody’s Do-
ing It’ I’m a greaser myself.”
"It can’t be any of Moreno’s outfit"
thoughtfully remarked Scott “His
shotgun artists never play nothin’ but
fantan and guitars.”
“Here goes, boysl" shouted Wil-
liams, galloping hla horse down the
bill toward the building. The others
followed unhesitatingly. The piping
notes grew more clearly audible as
they swept up the road to Buck’s resi-
The owner of El Tlgre was first out
of the saddle. He strode Into the
building, with rifle ready, Scott Thorn-
ton and Wlckwlre just behind. The
quartette burst into the dining room.
Seated cross-legged on the floor was
an emaciated, brown-hued little man,
naked to the loins, save for an Im-
maculate turban which encircled his
head. From a small, reedlike pipe
came the music which they had heard
and upon which he was still perform-
ing vigorously, but with the greatest
Ou each side of him, swaying In per-
fect rhythm to the music, were two re-
pulsive king-cobras. A hypnotic spell
seemed to fill the room. Neither the
piper nor the snakes appeared aware
of the intrusion.
"Jitendral" sharply ejaculated Wil-
The music abruptly ceased.
The ophidians, as if scenting pos-
sible danger, flattened to the floor and
glided with amazing swiftness over to
the Hindu. He thrust one nonchalant-
ly Into his turban and the other Into
the neck-cloth he plucked from the
floor and adjusted.
The four Americans gasped.
It was several seconds before Wil-
liams could find his voice. So many
weird things had happened that he
would not have been surprised to see
the little brown man disappear through
the floor or dissolve into nothing while
"I thought you were dead, Jiten-
dra!” at last exclaimed the mine
The diminutive brown man arose
and salaamed profoundly.
"The sahib speaks true of Jallsing-
rao Jitendra, who today excarnated
on the Seven Paths from the prison
yard of Hie city—Is It not so?”
But his careful scrutiny of the half-
starved figure before him removed the
sudden doubts which had projected
themselves Into his mind.
"You’re Jitendra, all right,” he posi-
tively replied. "I know your feet—
you loyal little cuss! You cut the soles
of them almost to pieces following me
from El Paso. Look at them—they’re
raw yet!” .
“Jallsingrao Jitendra has passed
on," politely but firmly returned the
Oriental, with the flicker of a smile
across his mobile face. "But, verily,
his soul reincarnates again In my body
—but I, sahib, am called Swami Ram."
“I get you, Steve,” laughed Buck up-
roariously. “And I think I savvy an-
other little Incident which occurred
when the late Jallsingrao Jitendra—
Gee I what a mouthful thaf name Is—
was in my company. If yv. t had that
Interesting creature around your head
when you leaned over toward Manual
Pacheco on the way to Jail In Zapn
tllllo, no wonder he kicked off ao mys
teriously. I’ll match a cobra against
a greaser, any day."
"The vengeance of Vishnu la swift
and sure," placidly returned the Hindu.
“Likewise, sahib, Siva was of some
small service to you during the earth
life of the late Jitendra."
"You mean down in the carcel V
The little brown man bowed low.
“Sahib, when Slvn crept under the
door where no man might pass, and
coiled upon the neck of the guard,
think you not there were reasons why
he wished, very much, to come inside
to have speech with Jitendra?"
"Ughl" shuddered Buck, "I should
think there were—plenty of them. So
that was how you nailed the sentry In
the corridor. And It was his rifle
which the late Jitendra gave me, I sup-
Swami Ram nodded.
"Vishnu and Siva, sahib, as you will
testify, are not without power to suc-
cor the deserving In their distress.”
“They're a couple of perfectly good
snakes," hastily acquiesced the Ameri-
can. "But why did Jitendra die In
stead of following me out of the
prison? And what became of that
other Mexican guard?"
“Jitendra had lost caste by being
thrust Into that foul dungeon by un-
clean hands, sahib. Also, he had
smoked a cigarette, which Is likewise
forbidden. He was to wed the Princess
Indira, but she must now seek another
husband. It was needful for him to
excamate for purification."
“But they took you out to shoot you,
didn’t they? I thought I heard the vol-
ley just as I rode up."
"A little patience, sahib. The guard
In the hall vowed obedience to Vishnu
and Siva In return for his life, thus
becoming a novitiate on the Seven
Paths. It was he who made ready for
Jitendra to pass out by hiding the pow-
der kegs In the old drain beneath the
place where the killers of men were
accustomed to stand.
“Also he strewed powder to the hole
where Jitendra stood when he lighted
the forbidden cigarette. Jitendra did
not smoke cigarettes, but his act was
necessary to carry out the will of the
gods. For, sahib, those deluded ones
were also fated to seek wisdom else-
where. Not until they shall raise the
veil of Maya from their vision and,
perceiving Truth, resolve to kill no
more, may they hope to return to
Buck Wllllama grinned at the naive
recital. His three friends were too
astounded to speak.
"Where ore you going now?" queried
the mine owner.
"A novitiate of the gods, who was
once a Jail guard, watts for me with
horses In the hills. Sahib, may ft poor
Swami presume upon your generos-
"Anything—up to half of El Tlgre."
"1 have already appropriated linen
from your bed for a new turban, that
Swami Ram may re-enter the world
properly attired. But Vlalmu and Siva
are cold and hungry. Warmth they
muy find from in$ own body, hut food,
nlus! 1 have none. Will the gracious
sahib grant me the boon of another
can of milk ere we Journey on to meet
the Princess Indira, who awaits a new
husband la New England?”
Where the 8teak Went
One rainy day I walked into a cafe-
teria, selected my dinner, and Just as
I stood at the checker’s desk the party
In front of me took a step back, knpek-
Ing the tray from my hands and spill
Ing the entire contents on the floor. I
thought as I looked at the unfortu-
nate mess that I failed to see the steak
which had been on the tray, but sup-
posed that It bad fallen under a chair
out of sight A waitress stepped up to
me and told me to select my dinner
over again, which I did, with every
one In the place watching me. I bolt-
ed the food ns quickly as l^fbuld and
went out Into the rain once more,
when upon opening my umbrella the
piece of steak which I had failed to see
In the restaurant fell from It—Chicago
The New Slogan.
“Your motto used to be, 'Don’t
knock, boost.’ ”
“Yes, But I've become interested ta
sovietism. My motto now Is, ‘Don’t
Dyes From the Deep.
Colonies of sea snail or “dye planta-
tions,” are to be found along the coast
of New England. These snails are par-
ticularly useful in that each one Is lit-
erally a mobile Ink well—each tiny
unit a repository for jUBt so much
precious purple fluid which, In ancient
days, helped enrich the robes of East-
ern monarehs. Indeed, the prolific
creature which seems only now to
awaken the interest of New England-
ers is lineal descendant of that mol-
lusk which made Phoenicia famous—
the murex—alike, so authorities aver,
in all days the price of Its yield I In
those days a pound of purple dye was
worth a king’s ransom; now It may be
procured of any chemist for a com-
paratively small sum. The dye extract-
ed from the snail Is at first of a yellow-
ish hue. Then, exposed to sunlight, It
becomes In turn green, blue, purple,
and indelible crimson, resembling,
when “spread,” the variable silk of the
modern manufacturer’s stock.
Something to Be Proud Of.
Some folks wipe the drops of sweat
off their faces as If they were really
ashamed of them. Man alive, drops of
sweat that come from good, honest
work are finer than any gems that
ever sparkled In the crown of a king.
And their greatest beauty Is that they
make the whole world happier and bet-
ter. This cannot always be said of the
stars on the monarch’s brow.—Ex-
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Colds and Pain. Handy tin boxes of 12
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The Time Limit
“Did she love him long?”
“Yes, until she found him short’’—
COAL DUST AND PETROLEUM
Combination Said to Be Successfully
Mixed to Form an Economical and
Many attempts have been made to
mix coal dust and petroleum for a
composition fuel. Hitherto, they have
been unsuccessful, for the simple rea-
son that the coal dust would quickly
separate from the oil, falling to the
This difficulty, it Is claimed, has
been overcome by the use of a certain
Ingredient that holds the particles of
coal dust in suspension In the olL
While Intended mainly for use In
Industrial plants, it Is declared to give
promise of being available for special-
ly modified furnaces and stoves in
A lump of coal has a certain area of
surface. If you break it Into a num-
ber of pieces, the total surface area Is
multiplied. If you grind it to powder,
the total surface area becomes rela-
Obviously, the more you spread out
the surface of the coal, the more
readily the oxygen In the air can get
at it, and the more rapid and complete
the combustion of the fuel will be.
This means augmented efficiency, If
the thing can be properly managed
Just there has lain the trouble hith-
erto. It Is asserted that the oil and
coal dust mixture solves the problem.
“Hell’s Half Acre."
This is a transitory term for a
“tough” place, which has been ap-
plied to mining camps and similar lo-
cations apparently ruled by his satanlc
majesty, probably In contrast with
"God’s Acre,” applied to cemeteries.
A section of North Detroit was until
recently given this nickname on ac-
count of Its alleged excess of disease
and iniquity. One of the geyser
basins In the Yellowstone park used to
be known by this same title, expres-
sive of the weird, unearthly effect on
Insist on Facts.
When you have lived your life long
enough and consistent enough there
will be no occasion to question your
standing. Each year added to Its
predecessors with the same consistent
goal adds to the stability of character
that makes character for the com-
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stamp themselves upon everyone they
touch, and the world Is made better In
consequence. It’s the hope of the fu-
ture that there will arise a class of
men who will take nothing for grant-
ed—who will seek bed-rock facts for
every new venture. Then will come
the days when our civilization will be
founded on truth and the results at-
tained will abide. You can be one of
these framers of the new age If you
want to. Lend your aid In making the
world better and Its people happier.
Teach people not to take things for
Great Sailor Tardily Honored.
The discovery and removal of the
remains of John Paul Jones were ac-
complished In 1905 through the enter-
prise and at the expense of General
Horace Porter, at that time ambassa-
dor to France. The remains were
brought to America In the armored
cruiser Brooklyn, flagship of Rear Ad-
miral Charles D. Slgsbee’s accompany-
ing squadron. They were burled at
the'United States Naval academy at
Annapolis with impressive ceremonies,
there to awuit the completion of i
suitable final resting place.
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Womens’ complaints often prove to be
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If the kidneys are not in a healthy
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Pain in the back, headache, loss of am-
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However, if you wish first to test this
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