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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD; DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
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DAVE LAW STRIKES A TRAIL THAT LEADS HIM TO
DEATH'S DOOR-HE SUFFERS HEAVY LOSS
BUT DOESN'T TURN BACK
Mrs. Alnlro Austin, hnndsomo young mistress of Lns Palmas
ranch, lost In the Texas desert, wanders Into tho little camp of David
Law, state ranger, lylngln ninbush for a Mexican murderer. She Is
forced to stay 21 hours, until Law enptures his man, kills another nnd
escorts her home. "Young Ed" Austin, drunken wastrel, hcrates his
wife and makes Insulting Insinuations about tho ranger. Austin Is
secretly In league with Mexican rebeln and horse thieves. Mrs. Austin
Btarts for her other ranch, La Forltv, In Mexican territory, to sccuro
damages for cattle taken by Mexican soldiers, and encounters Gen.
Luis Longorlo, who becomes Instantly enamored of her beauty nnd
personality, much to her embarrassment.
CHAPTER VI Continued.
6
Law ventured to remark that none
of Blaze's enemies had grown fat In
prosecuting their feuds, but this was
a subject which tho elder man Inva
riably found emburrasslug, and now
bo said:
"Pshaw I I never was tho blood
lottcr people think. I'm as gcntlo as
sheep." Then to escape further cu
riosity on that point, ho suggested that
thoy round out their riotous evening
with a gumo of pool.
Tho next morning at breakfast Pa
toma announced, "Father, you must
beln Davo hunt down theso cuttle
thieves."
"Ain't that Hort of a big order?"
Blaze queried.
"Perhaps, but you're tho very man
to do It. Itlcardo Guzman la tho only
person who knows tho Lewis gang as
well as you do."
Jones shook his head doubtfully.
Don Itlcardo has been working up his
own prlvato feud with that outfit. If 1
was the kind that went looking for a
fight, I wouldn't havo paid freight on
myself from the Panhnndlo down herc.v
1 could hnvo got ono right at home,
any morning beforo breakfast."
"Itlcardo Guzman Is something of n
black sheep himself," Law spoke up.
"Pshaw I He's all right. I reckon
Jio lias changed a few brands In his
time, but so has everybody else. Why,
.that's how 'Old Ed' Austin got his
start If n cowman tells you he never
otolo anything, he's cither a good llur
or a had roper. But Itlcardo's going
straight enough now.'
"Do has lost his eharo of stock," Fa
loma explained, "nnd he'll work with
you if father usks him. You go along
with Dave"
"I'm too busy," Blnzo demurred,
"and I ain't feeling good. I hud had
dreams all night."
"I don't want you nround mo hero
this morning. That new dressmaker
1b coming."
Jones roso abruptly from tho tuble.
"I reckon my business can wait.
jtlustlo up,. Dave." A few moments
later, as they wcro saddling their
horses, ho lamented: "What did I tell
tyou? Ilero I go, on tho dodge from a
dressmaker. I s'poso I've got to Hvo
hko a road-agent now, till something
happons."
I Dou Itlcardo Guzman was an Ameri
can, but he spoke no English. An nc
cldont of birth had mado him a citizen
of tho United States his father hav
ing owued a ranch which lay north
Instead of south of tho Itlo Grande.
Inasmuch as the property had fallen
to Itlcardo, his sons, too, wcro Yan
kees in tho eyes of tho law. But In
nil otlicr respects Don Itlcardo and
bis family differed not at all from tho
many Guzmaus who lived across the
bonier. Tho Guzman ranch comprised
a goodly number of acres, nnd, since
Uto stock multiply rapidly, its owner
bud In somo sort prospered. On tho
bank of a rcsaca a former bed of the
Itlo Grande stood tho house, an udobo
otructure, square, whlto and unprotect
ed from tho sun by shrub or tree. Be
hind It were somo brush corrals and
a few scattered mud Jacals, In which
lived tho hulp.
Itlcardo had Just risen from a siesta
when his two visitors rodo up, and ho
mado them welcome with tho best ho
had. In Uie cool of tho afternoon Itl
cardo rodo with his visitors, and thcu,
cordial relations being now estab
lished, he began to divulge Information
of vuluo to Law.
Yea, ho hud endured many depreda
tions from thieves. It was shameful,
but doubtless God willed that a certain
amount of stealing should go on lu
tho world. Tho evildoers wero cer
tainly favored by nuture, in this local
ity, for tho great expunsb of brush
country to tho north and cast offered
utmost perfect security, and tho river,
to Uio Houth, guvo immunity irom pur
suit or prosecution. Tho beeves wero
driven north into tho wilderness, but
tho horses went to Mexico, whero the
war hud created a market for them.
Tho .federals had plenty of money to
buy mounts.
Whom did Don Itlcardo suspect?
The old muu was noncommittal.
Suspicion was ono thing, proof was
galto another; and conviction was dllll
(Hilt undc Un Unit of circumstances.
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By Rex Beacln
CopyrlrM by Harper & Brothers
Why, even n cow's recognition of her
own calf was not evidence for n court,
nnd alibis were easily proved. Unless
tno tliloves were cauglit In tno very
act there was no case against them,
and por Dlos I ono could not ho for
ever on guard. Who could tell where
the malefactors would strike next?
Now, in Mexico ono could nfford to
kill an undesirable neighbor without
so much formality. But, thank Godl
Don Itlcardo was not a Mexican. No,
ho was a good American citizen. It
was something to mako him sleep well
In theso war times.
"Just tho same, I'll bet he'd sleep
bettor If tho Lewis outfit was cleaned
up," Davo ventured, nnd Blazo agreed.
Guzman caught his enemy's name,
and nodded.
"Ah I Thut sin vorguerza I He sells
arms to tho Candclcrlstas and horses
to tho Potoslstas. Perhaps ho steals
my cnlvcs. Who knows?"
"Senor Lewis doesn't need to steal.
Ho has money," Jones argued.
"True I But who Is so rich that ho
would not bo richer? Lewis employs
men who nro poor, nnd he himself Is
nhovo nothing. I, too, am a friend of
tho rebels. Panchlto, tho Liberator,
was a saint, and I glvo money to tho
patriots who tight for nls memory.
But I do not aid tho tyrant Potosl with
my other hand. Yes, nnd who is richer,
for Instance, thau Senor Eduardo Aus
tin?" "You surely don't accuse him of
double-dealing with tho rebels?" Blazo
Inquired curiously.
"I don't know. IIo is n friend of
Tad Lewis, and thero nro strango sto
ries ulloat.
Just what theso stories wcro, how
ever, RIcardo would not sny, feeling,
perhaps that ho had already said too
much. Tho thrco men spent that eve
ning together, and In tho morning
Blnzo rodo home, leaving tho Ranger
behind for tho tlmo belug as Guzman's J
guest.
Davo put in tho next two days riding
the pastures, familiarizing himself
with tho country, and talking with tho
few men ho met. About all ho discov
ered, however, was tho fact that tho
Guzman range not only adjoined somo
of Lewis' leased laud, but also was
bounded for sovcrul miles by tho Las
Palmas fence.
It was pleasant to spend tho days
among the shy brush-cattle, with Bes
sie Bella for company. Tho maro
seemed to enjoy tho excursions ns
much as her owner. Her eyes and earn
wero ever alert; sho tossed her head
and snorted when a deer broko cover
or n Jnckrubblt scuttled out of her
path; sho showed a friendly Interest
In tho nwkward calves which stood
and eyed her with such amazement
and then galloped stlllly off with tails
high arched. Law had many times un
dertaken to break Bessie Bollo of that
habit of Hinging her head high nt sud
den sounds, hut sho was nervous and
Inquisitive, and this was tho ono thing
upon which fchu maintained a fomlnlno
obstinacy.
On tho second evening tho Ranger
rodo home through a drizzle that had
mnterlnllzed after n long, threatening
uftcrnoon nnd now promised to be
como a real rain. Itlcardo met him
at tho door to say:
"You bring good fortune with you,
senor, for tho land Is thirsty. To-morrow,
If this rain holds, wo shall rldo
together you, Pedro and I. Thoso
thieves do their stealing when they
leave no tracks."
Tho sky wns leaden, tho rain still
fell in tho morning when Davo and
his two companions set out. Until
afternoon they rode, their slickers
dripping, swaying to tho tireless fox
trot of their steaming horses, their
eyes ouguged in n watchful scrutiny.
At last Pedro, who was abend,
reined In ami pointed; tho others paw
whero tho barbed-wlro strands of tho
fence they had been following wero
clipped. A number of horso and calf
tracks led through tho opening, and
after an examination RIcardo an
nounced: "Thero nro two men. They havo
como and gone, with tho calves tied
neck and neck."
"That Is Las Palmas, Isn't It?" Law
Indicated tho pasture Into which tho
trull led.
Father and son answered. "SI. so-
nor."
For a tlmo the Ranger lounged side
SUNS
ET
wlso in his Baddle, studying tho coan
try before him. Perhaps a hnlf-mlle
away a long, narrow patch of woods,
with, tho tops of occasional oaks
showing, ran pnrallel with the fenco
for a considerable distance.
"They took them In yonder, to
brand," ho said, straightening him
self. "Maybe we'll be In time."
Side by side the three men rode off
Guzman's lund, following the tracks
to tho nearest point of woods; there
Law stopped to give his directions.
"Pedro, you ride down this bide;
Itlcardo, you skirt the outside. I shall
keep to tho middle. Walk your horses,
for I shall go slowly." With a dubious
shako of the head Itlcardo rodo away,
while Davo guided Bessie Bollo Into
the grove.
CHAPTER VII.
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A Ranger's Horse. I
Onward through tho dense foliage
tho two friends wound. Now and
then they stopped to listen, but tho
rain was heavy enough to drown all
other noises. Encountering fresh
trackfJ flnalljf( Davo leancd from ,lls
saddlo and studied them. He had
gone perhaps half a mile when Bessie
Belle raised her head, nnd he noted
that her nostrils were working sensi
tively. Law fancied that ho could de
tect tho smell of a wood fire. Farther
along they came to a place where tho
brush was low, nnd there, rising
through tho trectops beyond, he saw a
wavering plume of blue Bmoke.
The Ranger rodo Into sight of the
branding flro with his repeater
across his saddlo horn and his thumb
upon tho hammer; what followed
came with almost tho blinding sud
denness of a lightning crash. First
there was the picture of a sandy glade.
In tho center of which burned a lire
with branding Irons In It, and a spot
ted cnlf tied to n tree, but otherwise
no sign of life. Then, without warn
ing, Bessie Belle threw up her head
in that characteristic trick of hers, and
simultaneously Dave saw a figure rise
out of the grass at his loft with a
rllle leveled. With the first Jerk of
his horse's head his own gun had
leuped to his shoulder he was not
conscious of having willed It to do
so and oven as he pressed the trig
ger ho felt Bosslo Belle give way. The
next Instant his feet, still In the stir
rups, were on tho ground nnd his
horso lay between them, motionless.
That nervous fling of her head had
saved Dave's life, for tho rustler's
bullet had shattered her skull In its
flight, nnd sho lay prone, with scarcely
a musculnr twitch, so sudden hud been
ber end.
For a moment the Ranger was
dnzed. He stood staring down at his
pet; then the truth engulfed him. He
realized that ho had ridden her to
her death, and ut tho thought he be
came like n woman bereft or ner
child, like a lover who had seen his
sweetheart slain.
A shout It was n hoarse, Inarticu
late cry; a swift, mnddened scrutiny
that searched tho sodden scene of tho
ambush ; then he was down beside the
mare, calling her name heartbrokenly,
his arms arouud her neck, his face
ngalnst her warm, wet, velvet hide.
Law knew that two men had en
tered tho thicket, and therefore one
still remnlned to bo reckoned with,
but ho gave no thought to that. From
tho corner of his eye ho could see a
pair of bootsoles staring nt him out
of tho grass, and they told him thero
was not need for Investigation. Near
tho body lie heard tho calf stirring, but
ho let It struggle.
Bosslo Belle's bright eyes were glaz
ing; sho did not hear her lover's
voice. Don RIcardo and his son hurst
out of the brush from opposite direc
tions almost nt tin wm moment, to
Hud tho Ranger with his faco burled
lu his horse's mane.
"Carnmba 1 What Is this?" The old
man Hung himself from tho saddle
and came running. "You nro Injured?"
Pedro, too, bent over the olllcer, his
brown faco palo with apprehension.
"Mother of Godl" breathed tho latter.
"It was a wild thing to do, to rldo
alone "
"I'm all right," Law said, rising
stlflly, whereupon both Mexicans
voiced their relief.
"Tho saints bo praised !"
"SI! What happened? Thero was
a shot ! Did you seo nothing?"
Lnw Jerked his hend In the direc
tion of tho fallen man nt his hack and
Pedro uttered a loud cry.
"Look t" Father nnd son ran through
tho grass, then recoiled and broko
Into a Jargon of oaths and exclama
tions. "Right In tho mouth 1 Tho fellow
wns in death beforo ho realized It."
"Seel It Is as wo thought, Pedro;
ono of Lewis'! Tsol Tsol Tse!
What n sight 1"
"Who Is ho?" queried tho officer.
"Pino Garza, one of tho worst I"
chimed tho two Guznmns.
IUcnrdo was dancing In his exclte
mont. "I told you that Lewis knew
something. Tho other one got past
me. hut I ennnot shoot like this."
j It was difficult to secure a connected
- 1 story from Itlcardo, but lw Anally
made it plain that nt tho first report
tho other thief had fled, exposing him
self only long enough for tho old man
to take n quick shot In his direction.
RIcardo had missed, nnd tho miscre
ant was doubtless well awny by this
time. Ho had ridden n sorrel horse,
that was nil Itlcardo could remember.
Law looked only briefly nt the grue
some results of his mnrksmanshlp,
then ho turned bnck to the body of his
beloved mnrc. RIcardo noticed nt
length that he was crying; as the
Ranger knelt beside tho dead thor
oughbred, tho old Mexican whispered
to his son:
"Vnlgame Dlos I This Is n btrango
follow. IIo weeps Hko n womun. Ho
must have loved that horso as a man
ioves his wife. Who can understand
Mesc gringos?" After a tlmo he np
prwiched cautiously nnd Inquired:
"What shall wo do with this hombre,
senor? Pedro has found his horse."
Law roused himself. With his own
hands ho gently removed Bcsslo Belle's
saddle, bridle and blanket, then ho
gave his orders.
"I'll take you? horse, RIcardo, and
you take that felUw's. Get n wagon
and move him to Joncsvlllc."
"And you?"
"I'm going to follow thut man on tho
sorrel."
The dead man's saddlo was left be
side the body; then wheat the ex
change of mounts had been effected,
and nil was ready, Law made a re
quest that amazed both father and son.
"If I'm not bnck by morning, I wnnt
you to bury my mare." His voice
broke; ho' turned awny his face. "Bury
her deep, RIcardo, so tho coyotes
can't dig her up ; right where she fell.
I'll bo back to seo that it's done right.
Understand?"
"Bueno! I understand perfectly.
She wns a pretty horse. She was your
bonlta, eh? Well, you have a big
heart, senor, as n brave man should
have. Everything shall bo done ns
you wish; I give you my hand on It."
RIcardo reached down nnd gripped
Law's palm. "Wo will name our pan-
With the First Jerk of His 'iorse's
Head His Own Gun Leaped to His
Shoulder.
ture for her, too, because It Is plain
you loved her dearly. So, then, until
tomorrow."
Law watched hla two friends rldo
away, then, with a miserable ache In
his throat, he mounted and rode off
to pick up tho trail of the man on tho
sorrel pony.
Tho fellow lind ridden in the direc
tion of Las Pulmas, which Dave Judged
must be fully twelve miles away, and
when they continued to maintain this
course the Ranger became doubly In
terested. IIo risked his own Interpre
tation of the rider's Intent and pushed
on without pausing to search out tho
trail step by stop. At tho second gato
tho signs Indicated that his man was
Httlo more than an hour ahead of him.
The prospect of again seeing tho
ruddy-haired mistress of Las I'almas
stirred Law more deeply than ho cared
to admit. Nevertheless, ho wns uncom
fortably aware that she had a hus-
bund. Not only so, but the sharp con
trast in their positions was disagree
able to contemplate ; she was unbeliev
ably rich, and a person of Influence in
tho state, while he had nothing except
his health, his saddle and his horse
No; no horse now, sho was gone.
Dave Law digs up startling
evidence and Mrs. Austin finds
her position at La Ferla dan
gerous. Some Important devel
opments are described In the
next installment.
(TO liti CONTINUED.)
Buffalo Bill's First Indian.
Col. William F. Cody tells In hla
nook, "The Adventures of Buffalo
Bill," published by tho Harpers, tho
story of his llrst fight with Indlnns. It
wus in 1857, when he wns only eleven
years old, thnt he killed an Indian. IIo
wns accompanying somo cattle-herders
when they wero attacked on tho South
Platto river. Tho Indians btampeded
tho cattle, killed three men and then
charged on tho rest. A volley stopped
them for tho moment nnd the herders
took refugo In tho river, wading bo
hind tho bank on their wny to Fort
Kearney. Buffalo Bill fell behind and
when ho suddenly looked up nt tho
bank above ho saw an Indian's hend.
Ho aimed and tired nnd the next mo
mont wns terrified to seo "about six
foot of dead Iudlan como tumbling In
to the river." From that tlmo for
ward, ho says, "I Lxiaimo n hero uad
an IndLanliiUcr,,
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CITY SHOULD KNOW ITSELF
One That Has All Necessary Infor
mation at Fingers' End Makes
Impression Upon Inquirer.
There are many ways In which a
central organization can be of service
to a city In industrial development.
An Industrial commissioner, a man of
vision and Intelligence, with experience
In the problems thnt confront manu
facturers, can mako a survey of n city
with reference to Industrial advantages
and hnvo them ready for every in
quirer.
The prospective manufacturer likes
to do business with n city thnt knotvs
Itself, Just us tho Individual likes to
trade with the man that knows his
stock. There ure so many detnll? that
enter Into Industry, so many points of
Information about location, switching
and trnlllc facilities, raw materials, nnd
related industries, that it requires ex
haustive study of the whole field to
make a credl tuble presentation of the
city's advantages to the inquirer from
the outside. The city that has all these
facts nt Its fingers' end, and can pre
sent them convincingly, Is in better po
sition than the ono where only a smnt
terlng of essential facts are known.
The Importance of a careful survey
of reluted manufacturing groups
bhould not be underestimated. Now
more than ever before the manufac
turer looks for a place where his un
finished material can be delivered in
any volume on short notice and at a
minimum of cost. Or It may be that
he wants n city which bus developed a
line related to his own, so that he can
get the benefit of its prestige In that
line, nere, again, we see the Import
ance of knowing our city and Its In
dustrial possibilities thoroughly, and
that Is the function of the Industrial
department of a chamber of commerce.
BETTER CITY AN INVESTMENT
Improvements In Streets and Buildings
Pay Returns Just as In Any
Private Business.
Mr. MncFarland, president of tho
American Civic nssoclatlop, takes tho
practical business view when he says
that city betterments are nothing less
than paying Investments. The streets
belong to the people. Their widening,
or the building of new ones to accom
modate Increasing traffic, Is simply a
business expansion that will pay a re
turn as does any private business up
on new capital put Into It.
The same thing Is true of housing.
No city Is rich enough to nfford hous
ing conditions thnt mitigate against
the welfare of any part of Its popula
tion, says tho Kansas City Stnr. The
man of small means, ns Mr. MncFar
land says tho man who must have a
low rental Is the basis of Industrial
prosperity. Low rental dwellings are
necessary, but It does not follow thnt
low rental dwellings should bo lacking
in tho sanitary conveniences that are
essential to public health. The owner
of rental dwellings who neglects to
maintain them In proper condition Is
Interfering with the city's business und
prosperity. The city's business de
mands laws regulating housing In con
formity with the best Interests of thut
business, and those laws should be rig
idly enforced.
Small Suburban Lot Best.
Tho ideal size for a suburban lot,
if you do not keep n mnn or a horse,
is nbout one-sixth of nn acre say, 50
by 150 feet. This Is all that the owner
can keep In apple-pie order, provided
the place has plenty of vegetables and
flowers. This nssumos that. tho family
is willing to spend $'-'5 a year for out
side labor, fertilizers, seeds, bulb3,
etc. It also assumes that the wife la
willing to spend an hour a day in tho
garden and Is not ashamed to be Seen
raking, planting nnd doing everything
except the hard labor.
Those who movo from the city to
tho country will make a great mistake
If, under such conditions, they attempt
more than this. Gardening Is an ex
pensive business and ono might ns well
recogulzo the limitations of tho game.
Brick Porch Improves Old House.
Tho transformation a broad pordi
of nice-looking faco brick will bring
about on an old-stylo frame house is
wonderful. One sees In various places
along the streets houses on which such
changes havo been made, and he is
forced to admit that a great Improve
ment has resulted. While tho effect
Is so striking, the cost of such nn ad
dition Is not so great.
A combination of rough face brick
of reddish-brown coloring, whlto stone
cap and turned columns painted white,
with tho steps aitd porch floor of con
crete, makes an attractive appearance.
'A new brick porch would bo n valuable
addition to many wooden houses of tho
old type, which now boast of old-style
nurrow piazzas.
Value of Vegetable Garden.
A vegetable garden never hurt the
looks of any lot. It doesn't take a
dreamer to ruvo over n 30 by 40 foot
plat of growing lettuce, ripening to
matoes or sturdy potato plants not In
those clnys of high prices. Indeed, If u
piece of ground has demonstrated it.s
productiveness, It is more saleable than
ever when put on the market. Win
cousin State Journal.
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llower of the mahua or mhowra tree,
contains ncetono lu quantity. This tree
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Britain's Asiatic empire, but Its use as
a base for explosives Is at least ono
thing new under the sun, bays tho
Scientific American.
When the war broke out, acetone,
which forms tho chief Ingredient of
cordite, was extracted mainly from
wood, maize, and starch ; and the Brit
ish admiralty erected u great factory
for the process of acetone recovery
from starch. But fortunately two Eng
lish scientists In Hyderabad discovered
that tho malum Howers contained nce-
tone In larger proportions than It 1
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the director general of ordnance for
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Manufacture on a large scale Is now
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the British forces In Mesopotamia ap
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Still Very Much Alive.
"She has a past."
"Oh! Why doesn't sho bury It?'
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JtfZ