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"KNIFE WORK."
John Stuart Webster, mining en
gineer, boards a train In Death
Valley, California, on his way back
to civilization after cleaning up
100,000. Hut ho looks like a hobo.
Then ho meets a distressed lady,
who makes his heart Hop over. Ho
eliminates the oltendlng man. Uo
lng what he Is and also glrl-Bhy,
he does not tako advantage of his
opportunity. But ho Just has to
lind out that sho Is Dolores Uuey.
In Denver ho Is offered a $25,00-a-year
Job by a capitalist friend, Ed
ward J. Jerome. lie receives a de
layed letter from his own particu
lar pal, Billy Goary, nsklng him
to finance a gold-mining proposi
tion In Central America and go
flfty-flfty with him on the prollts
Thereupon he turns down tho big
Job and decides to answer tho call
of friendship and adventure to So
branto. Jeromo goes with John to
tho dopot. They meet tho dis
tressed lady on her way to tho
same train. John lifts his hat, but
gets the cut direct from tho girl,
who does not recognlzo him. John
tells Jerome tho whole story. Jo
romo secretly sees tho girl, offer
ing her $10,000 If sho Induces John
to tako his Job Inside of ninety
days Tho girl accepts. Tho scene
now shifts to Buenaventura, So
branto, where Geary, on his uppers.
Is eating his heart out looking for
a cablegram from his old partner.
Ho has existed for two months on
credit extended by Mother Jonks,
keopor of a disreputable hotel Do
lores cables Henrietta WUklns
(Mother Jenks) that she Is on ner
way to vlBlt her. Mother Jenks
hreaKs down and tells her story.
She has been educating Dolores,
who Is the daughter of former
President Ruey of Sobranto, do
posed and executed by President
Sarros Mother Jenks doesn't want
Dolores to find out sho Is no longer
respectable. So sho and Billy plan
for him to meet the steamer and to
turn tho girl back. Billy bungles
his Job and Dolores lands and sa
lutes Mother Jenks as "Mother."
Billy promptly falls In love with
Dolores. Webster in New Orleans
secures a stateroom on La Estrcl
Hta by buying a ticket for a myth
ical alet.
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CHAPTER VII Continued.
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"He there nt a quarter after two,
Mr. Webster, and you will hear from
me promptly on the minute," the clerk
assured lilm ; whereupon Webster paid
for one berth and departed for his
hotel with a feeling that the clerk's
report would bo favorable.
True to his promise, at precisely a
quarter after two, the ticket clerk
telephoned Webster at Ms hotel that
the berth In No. 31 had been canceled
and the entire stateroom was now at
his disposal.
"If you will be good enough to give
me the name of your valet," ho con
cluded, "I will fill In both names on
my passenger manifest and send the
tickets to your hotel by messenger Im
mediately. You can then sign the tick
ets I have already signed them as
witness and pay tho messenger."
"Well, I haven't engaged that vnlct
as yet," Webster began.
"What's the odds? He's going to
mlBB tho boat, anyhow. All I require
,s a name."
"That ought to be a simple request
lo comply with. Let me seel"
"I read a book once, Mr. Webster,
and the valet In that book was called
Andrew Uowers."
"Bowers Is a fine old English name.
Let us beck no further. Andrew Bow
ers it Is."
"Thank you. AH you have to do
then Ib to roinenifcer to sign tho name,
Andrew Howertf, to one ticket. Don't
forget your vn Set's name now, and 'jail
everything up," and the clerk hung Tip,
laughing.
Half an hour later a boy from the
steamship office arrived with the tick
ets, collected for them, and departed,
leaving John Stuart Webster singu
larly pleased with himself and at
peace with the entire world.
A "large" dinner nt Antolne's that
night (Wcbser had heard of Antolne's
dinners, both large and small and was
resolved not to lca7o New Oilcans un
til he had visited tho famous restaur
ant), and a stroll through the pictur
esque old French quarter and along the
levee next day, helped to render his
enforced stay tn New Orleans delight
ful, Interesting, and Instructive. For
Sunday he planned na early morning
visit to thd old French market, around
which still linger much of the pic
turesque charm and colorful romance
of a day that 5s done that echo of
yesterday, tu It were, whloh has left
New Orleant an Individuality ns dis
tinct ns that which the olden, golden,
godless days have left upon San Fran
cisco. He rose before six o'clock, tliere
forc; found a taxi, with the driver
sound asleep Inside, at the curb In
Croat of the hotel; gave the latter his
instructions, and climbed In.
Opposite Jackson Square the cloy
Inu sweetness of palmetto, palm, and
fig burdened the nlr. Above the
rumble of the taxi he could hear the
distant babel of voices In the French
raorkot across the square, so he
halted the tnrlcab, alighted, and handed
t&e driver a bill.
"I want to explore this square," ho
Mid. He had recognized It by the
tierolc statue of General Jackson pep
Wjc throuch tfee trees. "Ill walk
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cappy Ricks," "The Valley of the
through the square to the market, and
you may proceed to the market and
meet mo there. Later we will return
to the hotel."
A Creole girl starry-eyed, beauti
ful, rich with the glorious coloring of
her rnce passed him bound for the
cathedral across tho square, as Web
ster thought, for she carried n large
prayer book on her arm. Ills glance
followed tho girl down the walk.
Presently she halted. A young man
rose from a bench whore he evidently
had been wnltlng for her, anil
bowed low. his hat clasped to his
breast, as only a Frenchman or a
Spanish grandee can bow. Webster
saw tho Creole girl turn to him with a
little gesture of pleasure. Sho ex
tended her hand and the young man
kissed It with old-fnshloned courtesy.
John Stuart Webster with reverent
and wistful eyes watchul their meeting-
"Forty years old," he thought, "and
I haven't spoken to n dozen women
that caused me a second thought, or
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Drew the Girl Gently Toward Him.
who weren't postmistresses or fcforalt
shooters I Forty years old and I've
never been In love! Springtime down
that little path nnd Indian summer In
my old fool heart. Why, I ought to
be nrrcsted for failure to live!"
Tho lovers were walking slowly,
arm In arm, along the path by which
the girl had come, so with a courtesy
and gentleness that were Innate In
him, Webster stepped out of night be
hind the statue of Old Hickory; for
ho did not desire, by his mere pres
ence, to Intrude n discordant note In
the perfect harmony of those two hu
man hearts. Ho knew they desired
that sylvan path to themselves; that
evidently they hnd sought their early
morning tryst In tho knowledge that
the square was likely to be deserted
at this hour.
The young man wns speaking as
they passed ; his voice was rich, pleas
ant, vibrant with the earnestness of
what ho had to say: with a pretty
little silver mounted walking stick he
slashed at spears of grass alongside
tho path; the girl was crying a little.
Neither of them had seen him, so he
entered a path that led from them ut
right angles.
He hnd proceeded but a few ftet
along this trail when, through a break
in the shrubbery ahead of him, he baw
two men. Iirief as was his glimpse of
them, Webster Instantly recognized
the two Central Americans he had
seen In the steamship ticket office two
days previous.
They were not walking as walk two
men abroad at this hour for a con
stitutional. Neither did they walk as
wulk men churchwnrd bound. A
slight, skulking air marked their prog
ress, and caused Webster to wonder
Idly what they were stalking.
He turned Into the path down which
the two men had passed, not with tho
slightest Idea of shadowing them, but
because his destination lay In that
direction.
Uoth men had forsaken the graveled
path and were walking on the soft el
ot of blue grans lawn that fringed It!
"Perhaps I'd better deaden my hoof
beats also," John Stuart Webster
soliloquized, and followed suit Imme
diately. II had scarcely done so wlren tho
men ahead of him paused abruptly.
Webster did likewise, and responding
subconsciously, perhaps, to the rc
membranco of the menace in tho
glance of tho man with the puckered
ee he stepped out of sight behind a
broad oak tree. Through tho trees
apd shrubbery he could still sea the
lovers, who had halted' and evidently
wero about to part.
Webster baw the young man glance
warily ubo'ut; then, apparently satis
fled there was none to bpy upon them,
ho drew the girl gently toward him.
Sho clung to him for nearly a minute,
Bobbins; then tx rallied br fac tn
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derly, kissed her, pressed her from
litm, and wnlkcd swiftly tiwuy without
looking back.
It was a sweet and rather touching
little tableau; tc John Stuart Webster,
Imaginative and possessed of a ro
mantic streak In his nature, It wns
more than n tableau. It was n mov
ing picture!
"I suppose her old man objects to
the young fellow," he muttercf to
himself sympathetically, "and he can't
come near the house. They've met
here for the fond farewell, and now
the oung fellow's going out West to
make his fortune, so he can come back
and claim the girl. Huh I If he wants
her, why the devil doesn't he take
her? Hello! lly Judas priest 1 Now
I know what those two parnqueets are
up lo. One of them Is the father of
that girl. They've hen spying on the
lovers, and now thej're going to cor
ner the young fellow and jthlngle him
for his nerve."
Tho girl hnd stood for n moment,
gazing after her companion, before she
turned with her hnndkerchlef to her
eyes, and continued on her way to the
cathedral. Webster heard her sob
bing ns- she stumbled blindly by, and
he wns distressed about her, for all
the world loves a lover and John
Stuart Webster was no exception to
this universal rule.
"By George, this Is prc'tty tough,"
he reilected. "That young fellow
treated that girl with as much gentle
ness nnd courtesy as any gentlemnn
should, and I'm for him nnd against
this Idea of corporal punishment.
Don't you woiry, Tlllle, my dear. I'm
going to horn Into this game myself
if It goes too far."
The two dusky skulkers ahead of
him, having come to another cross
path, turned Into It and came out on
the main pat.i In the tear of the joung
man. Webster noticed that the pair
were still walking on the grass. He
padded gently along behind them.
The four were now rapidly ap
proaching the old French market, and
tho steadily Hung bnbel of vo ces
speaking in French, Italian, Spanish,
Creole patois and Choctaw, wns suffi
cient to have drowned the blight noise
of the purs'tlt, even had tho young
man's mind not been upon other
things, and the Interest of the two
Central Americans centered upon their
quarry, to the exclusion of any thought
of possible Interruption.
AVebster felt Instinctively that the
two men would rush and make a con
certed attack from the rear. He
smiled.
"I'll Just fool you two hombres a
whole lot," he thought, nnd stooping,
picked up n small stone. On the In
stant the two men, having nppronched
within thirty feet of their quarry,
mado n rash for him.
Their chnrgo was swift, but though
It was, the little stono which John
Stuart Webnter hurled was swifter. It
struck tho young man fairly between
the shouldcrhlndcs with a force suffi
cient to bring him out of his senti
mental reverie with a Jerk, as It were.
He whirled, saw tho danger that
threatened him, and sprnng to meet
It.
"Bravo 1" yelled Webster, and ran to
his aid, for he had seen now that It
was to be knife work. Tragedy In
stead of melodrama.
The man with tho puckered eye
closed In with such eagerness It was
appnrent to Webster Hint here was
work to his liking. The young man
raised his light cane, but Pucker-eye
did not hesitate. He merely threw up
his left forearm to meet the expected
blow aimed at his head, lunged for
ward and slashed viciously at the
ouug man's abdomen. The lntter
drew back a step, doubled like a Jack
knife, and brought his enne down
viciously across the knuckles of his
assailant's right hand.
"So It Is thou, son of a .ilg," he
called pleasantly In Spanish. "I fool
ed you that time, didn't IV he ndded
In English. "Thought I would aim
for your head, didn't you?"
The blow temporarily paralyzed the
assassin's hand ; he dropped the knife,
nnd as ho stooped to recover It with
his left hand, the young man, before
retreating from Pop-eye, kicked Pucker-eye
In the face and quite upset him.
"Stop It!" shouted Webster.
Pop-eyo turned his head at tho out
cry. The man he was attacking fell
Into the position of a swordsman en
garde, and thrust lclously with the
ferrule at the face of the pop-ej ed man,
who, disregarding Webster's approach,
seized the cane In his left hand nnd
with a quick, powerful tug actually
drew his victim toward him a foot be
fore tho latter let go tho stick.
Beforo ho could give ground again
Pop-eyo was upon him. He grasped
tho young man by the latter's left
arm nnd held him. while ho drew back
for the awful dlsembowillng stroke.
As bis long arm sped forward tho hook
of John Stuart Webster's heavy cane
descended upon that flexed arm In the
crook of tho elbow, snagging It
cleverly.
The knife never reached Its destina
tion! "You would, would you?" Bald Web
ster reproachfully, and Jerked the fel
low violently around. Tho man he had
I txxxuvl orotDDtly vtruck Pop-era
terrible Mow In the face- with' his left
hand nnd broke loose from the grip
that had so nearly been his undoing;
then Webster tapped tho assassin a
meditative tap or two on the top of his
sinful head for good measure nnd to
nwakon In htm some sense of the Im
propriety and futility of resistance,
after which Webster turned to dis
cuss a similar question of ethics with
Pucker-eye.
The scar-cheeked man wns on his
kneos, gropln grogglly for his knife,
for he hnd received a severe kick un
der the chin, and for the nonce was
far from dangerous. Stooping, Web
ster picked up the knife; then with
knife nnd cane grasped In his left
hand he seized Pucker-eye by the nape
with his right and Jerked him to his
feet. The assassin stood glowering at
him In a perfect frenzy of brutish, In
nrtlculate fury.
"Take the knife away from the
other fellow before he gets active
again," Webster called over his shoul
der. "I'll manage this rascal. Weil
march them oer to tho market and
turn them over to the police." He
spoke In Spnnlsh.
"Thanks, ever so much, for my life,"
the oung man answered lightly, and
In English, "but where 1 come from It
Is not the fashion to settle these i.rgu
ments In n court of law. To call an
officer Is considered unclubllke; to
shoot a prisoner In this country Is
conshleicd murder, and consequently
I have but one alternative and I advise
you. my good friend, to have a little
of the same. I'm going to run like the
devil."
And ho did. Ho was In full flight
beforo Webster could glnnce around,
nnd In an Instant he was lost to sight
among the trees.
"That advice sounds eminently fair
and reasonable," Webster yelled after
him, and was about to follow when he
observed that the young man hnd
abandoned his pretty little silver
chased walking stick.
"That's too nice n llttlo stick to
leave to these brigands," he thought,
and forthwith possessed himself of It
and the pop-eyed man's knife, nfter
which he tarried not upon the order of
his going hut went, departing at top
speed.
The young man he had saved from
being butchered yas right. An en
tangling nlllanco with the police was,
decidedly, not to John Stuart Web
ster's liking, for should he unfortu
nately, form such an nlllnncohe would
be haled Into court as a witness and
perhaps miss the steamer to San
Buenaventura.
He had planned to spend an hour in
the market, drink a cup of cafe nolr,
smoke a clgaictto, and return to hli
hotel In time for a lelsutely breakfasrt,
but his recent bout with grim reality
had blunted the edge of romance. He
ordered his driver to tako him back to
the hotel, sprar.j? Inside and con
giatulated himself on his lucky escape.
CHAPTER VIII.
Webster's trunk went aboard tho
steamer early the following morning,
and at noon he entered a taxi with his
hand bnggage and was driven to tho
levee where La Estrelllta lay tugging
gently nt her mooring lines. Owing to
the congestion of freight and traffic the
chauffeur stopped his cab a little dis
tance from the gangplank, where
Webster discharged him with a liberal
tip.
The latter, however, swung his
passenger's bag and suitcase to the
ground, picked them up and started
for the gangplank.
"Never mind my baggage, hid,"
Webster called after him. "One of tho
deck boys will care for It."
The chauffeur turned. "You've been
generous with me, sir," he answered,
"so I think I had better carry your
baggago aboard. If you permit u deck
boy to handle It, you merely havo to
give another tip, and that would bo
sheer wanton waste. Why shouldn't
I earn the one you gave me?"
"I hadn't figured It out Hint way,
son, so hero's another half dollar for
being the only existing specimen of
your species In captivity. My .state
room Is No. Ill, upper deck-, port side,"
Webster answered, smiling. The man
took the tip eagerly ami hurried to
ward the gangplank; the quartermas
ter on duty shouldered a way for him
and he dm ted aboard.
Webster followed leisurely. Al the
gangplank the purser's cleric halted
him, examined his tickets and punched
them.
"Where Is the other man?" he asked.
"You have two tickets here."
"Oh, that blamed valet of mine,"
Webster answered, and glanced around
as If In fccurch of that mythical func
tionary. "It would bo llko the stupid
fellow to miss the boat," he added.
"When ho comes "
Webster ceased speaking abruptly.
He was looking straight Into tho
malevolent or lis of Pucker-eye, who
was standing Just behind the clerk at
the foot of the gangplank.
"I wonder If Pop-eye's around, also,"
Webster thought, and ho faced about.
I'opeje was standing In back )f him,
leaning over the railing of the gang
way. "Which Is the valet?" the purser's
cleric asked, .scanning the names on (he
tickets.
"Andrew Bowers."
"All right, Mr. Webster." the other
answered, with that genial camaraderie
that seems Inseparable from nil of his
calling. "When Andrew comes I'll
send him ahnnid."
He started to pass the tickets back
to Webster, but a detaining hand rest
ed on his arm, while a dark thumb and
forefinger lifted the trailing strips of
tickets. Pucker-eye was examining
them also.
The purbcr's clerk ilrovn his elbow
backward violently Into Pricker-ey'
midriff and shook him oft roughly.
"What do you menn, you htnck-mi
tan hound?" he demanded. "Slnct
when did you begin to O. K, 1117 work?'
Pucker-eye made no reply to thli
stern reproof. He nccepted the elbon
with equanimity and faced Webstei
with an ell smile that Indicated mu
tual recognition.
"Bueno," ho said. "The senor hi
eis sail on Lit Estrelllta for San Bue
naventura, no?"
"So you came nosing around to not
about It, cli? lining a little plain gum
shoe work, I see,"
Pucker-eye bowed. By tho simple ex
ercise of courage nnd bad manners h
had looked at John Stuart Webster'i
ticket and was now familiar with hli
name and destination.
Webster glowered darkly at Pucker
eye nnd said:
"Well, you scoundtelly cutthroat,
what are you going to do about Itl
Try a little of your knife work on me,
I suppose?"
The fellow grinned the kind of grit
that Is composed of equnl parts ol
ferocity and knowledge of superior
strength. That grin did more to dis
concert Webster thnn tho knowledge
that he had earned for himself two
bloodthirsty nnd Implacable enemies,
for Pucker-eye was the first of hla
breed that Webster had ever see
smile under Insult. That cool smlS
Infuriated him.
Pucker-eye took out a cigarette caw,
selected n cigarette and presented the
case to Webster. Ills bad manners In
selecting his own cigarette llrst wns
deliberate, as Webster knew. It wns
the Latin-American's method of show
Ing his contempt.
"We shall meet again, Mecster Web
stalre," he said. "May 1 offer n cig
arette for the what you Americans
call the keepsake? No?" He smiled
brightly and closed his puckered eye
in 11 knowing wink.
Webster took his tickets from tho
purser, folded them, placed them In hU
pocket and for 11 few seconds regarded
Pucker-eye contemptuously.
"When wo meet again, you scum,"
ho retorted quietly, "you shall have nc
difficulty In remembering me. Yob
may keep your cigarette."
Ills long, powerful right nrm nho
out ; like a forceps his thumb and fore
linger closed over Pucker-eye's rathe
Hat nose; ho squeezed, and with a
shrill Rcrcnm of agony Pucker-oy
wont to his knees.
' Still holding tho wretch by hit
proboscis, Webster turned quickly ut
order that his face might be toward
Pop-eye.
"Pop-eye," he said, "If you rake a
hand In this, I'll twist your nose, too,
and afterward I'll throw you In the
river."
He turned to Pucker-eye.
"Up, thou curious little one," he snlo
in Spanish, and Jerked the unhappy
rascal to his feet. Tho latter clawed
Ineffectually at the terrible arm which
held him, until, presently dlscoverinn
that the harder ho struggled the hardec
Webster pinched his nose, ho ceased
his struggles and hung limply, noan
Ing with pain nnd rage in the grip oi
the American.
"Good I" Webster announced, Block
ing his grip n little. With his left
hand he deftly extracted h hair from
each Hank of the Kcreamlng little
"Up, Thou Curious Little One."
ncoundrel'8 scant mustache and held
them beforo tho hitter's tear-fllled
eyes.
"My friend," he said gently, "mart,
how the gringo gives his llttlo dark
brother a lesson In deportment. B04
hold, If I have given thee 11 souvenir o!
our meeting, I ntso have taken one. By
this pinched and throbbing nose shall
I be remembered when I am gone; by
theso hairs from thy rat's niustachn
shall I remember tbc. Go, and thrust
not that nose Into a gringo's business
again. It Is unsafe."
"I nm Itnown ni Mr. Andrew
Bovert, valet do tlinmhre to
that prince of cpnllemen, Mr.
John S. Webster."
ITU UIC CUNTINUJCD.)
Her Sad Farewell.
A very dlgnllled man, whom I hue
known only a short while, came 01 iq
evening to say good-by. ns he wn
leaving oir a long trip. When I usli
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