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DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD M ) Webster Man's Man By PETER B. KYNE Author of "Cappy Ricks," "The Valley of the Giants," Etc. CHAPTER XVII Continued. 19 "If yon'd cared to play a gcntlomnn's Simo, you blighter, you might 'nvc ved for your bally country," Mother Jenks reminded him In English. "Won 'er If the beggar'll wilt or will 'e go through smllln' like my sainted 'Encry on the symo spot." She need not have worried. It re quires a strong man to be dictator of a roman candle republic for 15 years, and whatever his sins of omission or commission, Sarros did not lack nnl mal courage. Alone and unattended he limped away among the graves to the rwnll on the other side of the ccmc 'tery and placed his back against It, negligently, In the attitude of a dcvll-may-caro fellow without a worry ln life. The sergeant waited respectfully -until Sarros had finished his cigarette; when he tossed It away and straight ened to attention, the sergeant knew ho was ready to die. At his command there was a sudden rattle of bolts as the cartridges slid from the magazines Into the breeches; there followed a mo mentary halt, another command; the squad was nlmlng when Itlcardo Ruey called sharply: "Sergeant, do not give the order to Are." The rifles were lowered and the men gazed wonderlngly at RIcardo. "He's too brave," Itlcardo complained. "D him, I can't kill him as I would a. mad dog. I've got to give hlraa chance." The sergeant raised his brows ex pressively. Ah, the ley fuga, that pop ular form of execution where the pris oner Is given a running chance, and tho firing squad practices wing shooting. If the prisoner manages, miraculously, to escape, he Is not pursued I A doubt, however, crossed the ser Rcant's mind. "But my general," he expostulated, "Senor Sarros cannot ac cept the ley fuga. lie Is very lame. That Is not giving him the chance your Excellency desires he should have." "I wasn't thinking ot that," Itlcardo Teplled. "I was thinking I'm killing him without a fair trial for the rea son that he's so lnfernnlly ripe for the gallows that a trial would have been a joke. Nevertheless, I am real ly killing him because he killed my father nnd that Is scarcely fair. My father was u gentleman. Sergeant, Is your pistol loaded?" "Yes, General." "Give it to Senor Sarros." As tho sergeant started forward to comply RIcardo drew his own service revolver nnd then motioned Mother Jenks and the firing squad to stand aside while he crossed to the center of the cemetery. "Sarros," he called, "I am going to let God decide which one of us shall live. When the sergeant gives the command to Are, I shall open fire on you, nnd you are free to do the same to me. Sergeant, if he kills me end escapes unhurt, my orders are to iscort him to the bay In my carriage 'and put him safely aboard the steam or." Mother Jenks sat down on a tomb atone. "Gord's truth!" she gasped, "but there's a rare plucked 'un." Aloud ehe croaked: "Don't be a bally ass, air." "Silence !" he commanded. The sergeant handed Sarroa the re volver. "You heard what I said?" RI cardo called. Sarros bowed gravely. "You understand your orders, Ser-B-eant?" "Yes, General." "Very well. Proceed. If this pris oner fires before you give the word, have your squad riddle him." The sergeant backed away and gazed owllshly from the prisoner to his cap tor. "Ready 1" he called. Both revol vers came up. "Fire I" he shouted, ,and the two shots were discharged si multaneously. RIcardo's cap flew off his head, but he remained standing, while Sarros staggered back against the wall and there recovering himself igamely, fired again. lie scored a clean miss, and RIcardo's gun barked three times; Sarros sprawled on his face, rose to his knees, raised his pistol halfway, fired Into the sky and slid forward on his face. RIcardo stood be side the body until the sergeant ap proached and stood to attention, his ttltude saying: "It Is over. What next, General?" "Take the squad back to the arsenal, Sergeant," RIcardo ordered him coolly, and walked back to recover his uni form cap. lie was smiling as he ran Tils finger thrdugh a gaping hole In the upper hnlfof the crown. "Well, Mrs. Jenks," he announced when he rejoined the old lady, "that was better than executing him with a firing squad. I gave him a square deal. Now his friends can never say that I murdered him." He extended his hand to help Moth er Jenks to her feet. She stood erect 'and felt again that queer swelling of the heart, the old feeling of suffoca tion. "Steady, lnss 1" she mumbled. " 'Old on to me, Mr. It's my bally haneurlsm. Oor' I'm chokln' " He caught her in his arms as she lurched toward him. Iler face was purple, and In her eyes there was a jtueer fierce light that went out sud denly, leaving them dull and glazed, Wfcea she commenced to gag In hla arms, ho cased her gently to tho ground nnd lnld her on her back In the grnss. "The nipper's safe, 'Enery," he henrd her murmur. "I've raised 'cr a lydy, s'elp me she's back where you found er 'Enery '-" She quivered, nnd the light came creeping back Into her eyes before It faded forever. "Comln', 'Enery dnr lln" she whispered ; nnd then the soul of Mother Jenks, who had a codo and lived up to It (which is more than the majority of us do), had departed upon the ultimate Journey. Rlcnrdo gazed down on the hard old mouth, softened now by'o little half-smile of mingled yearning and gladness: "What n won derful soul you had," he murmured, nnd kissed her. In 'tjie end she slept in the niche In tho wall of the Cntedral do la Vera Cruz, beside her sainted 'Enery. CHAPTER XVIII. Three dnys passed. Don Juan Cafe tero had been burled with all the pomp and circumstance of a national hero; Mother Jenks, too, had gone to her ap pointed resting place, nnd El Buen Amlgo hnd been closed forever. RIcar do had Issued a proclamation announc- lng himself provisional president of Sobrante; n convention of revolution ary leaders had been held, nnd a provi sional cabinet selected. A day for the national elections had been named ; the wreckage of the brief-revolution had been cleared nway, and the wheels of government were once more revolving freely nnd noiselessly. And while all of this had been going on, John Stu art Webster had lain on his back, star ing at the palace celling nnd absolute ly forbidden to receive visitors. lie was still engaged In this mild form of gymnastics on the third day when the door of his room opened nnd Dolores looked In on him. "Good evening, Caliph," she called. "Aren't you dead yet?" It was exactly the tone she should have adopted to get the best results, for Webster had been mentnlly and physically 111 since she hnd seen him last, nnd needed some such plcnsantry as this to lift him out of his gloomy mood. He grinned at her boyishly. "No, I'm not dead. On the contrary, I'm feeling real chirpy. Won't you come In nnd visit for a while, Miss Ruey?" "Well, since you've Invited me, I shall accept." Entering, she stood be side his bed nnd took the hnnd he ex tended toward her. "This Is the "first opportunity I've had, Miss Ruey," he began, "to apologize for tho shock I gave you the other day. I should have come back to you as I promised, In stead of getting into a fight and scar ing you half to death. I hope you'll forgive me, because I'm paying for my fun now with Interest." "Very well, Caliph. I'll forgive you on one condition." "Who am I to resist hnvlng n condi tion imposed upon me? Name your terms. I shall obey." "I'm weary of being called Miss Ruey. I want to be Dolores to you." "By the toe nails of Moses," he re flected, "there Is no escape. She's de termined to rock the boat" Aloud he said : "All right, Dolores. I guess BUI won't mind." "Billy hasn't a word to say about it," she retorted, regarding him with that calm, impersonal, yet vitally interested look that always drove him frantic with the desire for her. "Well, of course, I understand that," he countered. "Naturally, slnco Bill is only a man, you'll hnve to ninnnge him nnd he'll have to take orders." "Caliph, you're a singularly persist ent man, once you get nn Idea Into your head. Please understand me, once for nil ; Billy Geary Is a dear, and It's a mystery to me why every girl In the world Isn't perfectly crazy about him, but every rule has Its exceptions nnd Billy nnd I are Just good friends. I'd like to know where you got tho Iden we're engaged to be married." "Why why well, aren't you?" "Certainly not." "Well, you er you ought to be. I expected that Is, I planned I mean Bill told mo and and and cr It never occurred to roe you could possi bly have the er crust to refuse hlra. Of course, you're going to mar ry him when he nsks you?" "Of cofirse I am not." "Ah-hh-h!" John Stuart Webster gazed at her In frank nrnazement. "Not going to marry Bill Goaryl" he cried, highly scandalized. "I know you think I ought to, and I suppose It will nppear quite Incompre hensible to you when I do not " "Why Dolores, my dear girl I This Is most amazing. Didn't Bill ask you to marry him before he left?" "Yes, ho did mo that honor, and I declined him." "You whnt!" She smiled at him so maternally that his hand Itched to drag her down to him and kiss her curving lips. "Do you mind telling mo Just why you took this extraordinary attitude?" "You have no right to ask, but I'll tell you. I refused Billy because I didn't love him enough that way. What's more, I never could." lie rolled his head to one side nnd softly, very softly, whistled two bars of "The Spanish Cavalier" through hi teeth, lie was properly thunder struck so much so, In fact, that for n moment he nctunlly forgot her pres ence the while ho pondered this most Incredible state of affairs. "I see It all now. It's ns clear as mud," he announced flnnlly. "You re fused poor old Bill and broke his heart, and so he went nwny nnd hasn't hnd the courage to write me since. I'm afraid Bill nnd I both regurded this fight ns practically won nil over but the wedding march, as one might put It. I might ns well confess I hustled the boy down from tho mlno Just so you two could get m rrled nnd light out on your honeymoon. I figured Bill could kill two birds with ono stone hnve his honeymoon and get rid of his malaria, and return hero in three or four months to relieve me, nftcr I had the mine In operation. Poor boy. Thnt wns n frightful song-nnd-dnuce you gave him." "I suspected you were tho match maker In this case. I must say I think you're old enough to know better, Cn llph John." "You did, ch? Well, what made you think so?" She chuckled. "Oh, you're very ob vious to n woman." "I forgot that you reveal the past and foretell the future." "You nre really very clumsy, Caliph. You should never try to direct tho des tiny of any woman." "I'm on the sick list," he pleaded, "and It Isn't sporting of you to discuss me. You're henlthy so let us discuss you. Dolores, do you figure Bill's case to be absolutely hopeless?" "Absolutely, Caliph." "Ilum-m-m 1" Again Webster had recourse to med itation, seeing which, Dolores walked to the pier glass in tho corner, satisfied herself that her coiffure was Just so and returned to his side, singing softly n little song that hnd floated out over the transom of Webster's room door Into the hall one night: A Spanish cavalier ' Went out to rope a steer, Along with his paper clgar-r-rol "Caramba!" said he. "Manana you will be Mucho bueno came por mlol" He turned his head nnd looked up at her suddenly, scarchlngly. "Is there nnybody else in Bill's wny?" ho de manded. "I ndmlt It's none of my business, but " "Yes, Caliph, there is somo one else." "I thought so." This rather vicious ly. "I'm willing to gamble 100 to 1, sight unseen, thnt whoever he Is, he Isn't half the man.Blll is." "That," she replied coldly, "Is a mat ter of personal opinion." "And Bill's clock is fixed for keeps?" "Yes, Caliph. And he never had a chance from tho stnrt." "Why not?" "Well, I met the other man first, Ca liph." "Oh I Do you mind telling me what this other man does for a living?" "Ho's a mining man, like Billy." "All right 1 Has tho son of a horse thief got a mine liko Bill's? That's something to consider, Dolores." "Ho has a mlno fully ns good ns Billy's. Like Billy, ho owns a half Interest in It, too." ( "Hum-m-ml How long have you known him?" "Not very long." "Be sure you're right then go nhead," John Stuart Webster warned her. "Don't marry In haste and repent nt leisure, Dolores. Know your man before you let him buy the wedding ring. There's a heap of difference, my denr, between sentiment and sentimen tality." "I'm sure of my man, Caliph." He wns silent again, thinking rapid ly. "Well, of course," he begnn ngaln presently, "while there wns the slight est possibility of Bill winning you, I would hnvo died before saying that which I am about to say to you now, Dolores, because Bill Is my friend, and I'd never double cross him. With ref erence to this other man, however, I have no such codo to consider. I'm pretty well convinced I'm out of the running, but I'll give thnt lad n race if It's the Inst act of my life, nc's a stranger to me, and he Isn't on the Job to protect his claim, so why shouldn't I stake It If I can? But are you quite certain you aren't making n grave mis take In refusing Billy? ne's quite n hoy, my dear. I know him from soul to suspenders, nnd he'd bo nwfully good to you. He's kind and gentle and considerate, and he's not a molly, coddle, cither." "I can't help It, Caliph. Please don't talk nbout him any more. I know somebody who Is kinder and nobler nnd gentler." She censed abruptly, fearful of hreaklng down her reserve and snylng too much. "Well, if Bill's case Is hopeless" his hnnd came groping for hers, while he held her with his searching, wistful glance "I wonder whnt mine looks like. Thnt Is, Dolores, I I " "Yes, John?" "I've played fair wllh my friend," ho whispered engerly. "I'm not going to ask you to marry me, but I want to tell you that to me you're such n very wonderful woman I can't help loving you with my whole henrt and soul." "I have suspected this, John," aLvj replied gravely. Copyright by Peter B. Kyna "I suppose so. I'm such an obvious old fool. I've had my dream, nnd 1'vo put It behind me, but I I Just want you to know I love you; so long ns 1 live, I shall want to 6ervo you. When you're married to this other man, and things do Hot break just right for you both If I have something ho wants, In order to mnko you hnppy, I want you to know It's yours to give to him. I I I guess that's all, Dolores." "Thank you, John. Would you like to know this man I'm going to mar ry?" "Yes, I think I'd like to congrntuluto the scoundrel." "Then I'll Introduce you to him, John. I first met him on n train In Death valley, California. Ho was n fchaggy old dear, nil whiskers nnd rags, but his whiskers couldn't hide his smile, nnd his rags couldn't hide his man hood, and when ho thrashed a drum mer becnuse the man nnnoyed me, I Just couldn't help falling In lovo with him. Even when ho fibbed to mo nnd disputed my assertion thnt we had met before " "Good land of love nnd tho cnlves get loose I" he nlmost shouted ns he held up his one sound nrm to her. "My denr, my denr " "Oh, sweethenrt," she whispered lay ing her hot check against his, "It's tnken you so long to say It, but I lovo you all the more for the dear thoughts that made you hesitate." ne was silent n few moments, digest lng his nmnzement, speechless with tho great happiness thnt wns his and then Dolores wns kissing the back of the hand of thnt helpless, bandaged arm lying ncross his breast. Ho had n tightening In his throat, for ho hnd not expected love; nud thnt sweet, be nignant, humble llttlo kiss spelled ndo rntlon nnd eternal surrender; when sho looked nt him ngaln the mists of Joy were In his eyes. "Dear old Cnllpb John I" she crooned. "He's never had n woman to understand his funny wnys and ap preciate them and take care of him, has he?" She patted his cheek. "And bless his simple old heart, he would rather give up his love thnn be false to his friend. Yes, Indeed. Johnny Webvter respects 'No Shooting" signs when he sees them, but he tells fibs and pretends to be very stuplu when he really Isn't. So you wouldn't be false to Billy eh, denr? I'm glad to know that,-because the man who can not be false to his friend can never bo false to his wife." He crushed her down to him and held her there for n long time. "My rdenr," he said presently, "Isn't there something you hnvo to say to me?" "I love you, John," she whispered, nnd senled the sweet confession with a true lover's kiss. "All's well with the world," John Stunrt Webster nnnounced when he could use his lips once more for con versation. "And," he added, "owing to the fact that I started a trlflo lnte In life, I believe I could stand a llttlo moro of the same." The door opened nnd RIcardo looked In on them. "Killjoy I" Webster growled. "Old Killjoy the Thirteenth, King of So brante. Is this n surprise to you?" "Not a bit of it, Jack. I knew It wns due." "Am I welcome In tho Ruey fnmlly?" RIcardo came over and kissed his sister. "Don't be a lobster, Jack," he protested. "I dislike foolish ques tions." And ho pressed his friend's hand with a fervor that testified to his pleasure. "I'm sorry to crowd In nt a time like this, Jack," he continued, with a hug for Dolores, "but Mr. What-you-may-cnll-hlm, the American consul, has called to pay his respects. As a fellow citizen of yours, ho Is vitally Interested In your welfare. Would you care to receive him for n few minutes?" "One mlnuto will do," Webster de clared with emphasis. "Show tho hu man slug up, Rick." Mr. Lemuel Tolllvcr tripped breezily In with outstretched hand. "My dear Mr. Webster," he began, hut Webster cut him short with a peremptory ges ture. "Listen, friend Tolllver," he said. "The only renson I received you wns to tell you I'm going to remain In this country awhile and help develop It. I may even conciudo to grow up with It. I shall not, of course, renounce my American citizenship; nnd of course, ns an American citizen, I am naturally Interested In tho man my country sends to Sobrnnto to represent It. I might ns well be frank nnd te!l you that you won't do. I called on you once to do your duty, nnd you weren't there; I told you then I might have something lo sny nbout your Job later on, nnd now I'm duo to say It. Mrj Tolllver, I'm the power behind the throne In this llttlo Jim-crow country, and to quote your own elegant phrase ology, you, ns American consul, nro nux vomica to tho Sobrantean gov ernment. Moreover, as soon as tho So!) rant en n ambassador reaches Wash ington, he's going to tell tho president that you nre. and then tho president will bo courteous enough to remove you. In tho meantime, fare theo well, Mr. Consul." "But, Mr. Webster" "Vaya I" Mr. ToUItct, appreciating the utter futility of argument, bowed nnd d parted. "Verily, life grows sweeter with end passing day," Webster murmured whimsically. "Rick, old mnn, I think you hnd better escort tho consul U the front door. Your presenco is nu vomica to mo also. Seo thnt you back mo up and dlsposo of thnt fellow Tol llver, or you can't como to our wed ding can he, Bwcothcart?" When Rlcnrdo had taken his depar ture John Stuart Webster looked up qulto seriously at his wife-to-be. "Can you explain to me, Dolores," ho nsked, "how It happened thnt your relatives nnd your father's old friends here In Sobrnnto, whom you met shortly nfter your arrival, never Informed you that RIcardo was living?" "They didn't know nny more nbout him than I did, nnd ho left here ns a mcro boy. Ho wob scarcely acquainted with his relatives, all of whom bowed qulto submissively to the Snrros yoke. Indeed, my father's hnlf-brothcr, An tonio Ruey, actually accepted a port folio under the Snrros regime nnd held it up to his denth. Rlcnrdo has a wholesomo contempt for hla relatives, and ns for his father's old friends, nono of tnem knew nnythlng about his plans. Apparently his Identity wus known only to tho Sarros Intelligence burcnu, nnd It did not permit the Infor mation to leak out." "Funny mix up," he commented. "And by tho wny, where did you get all tho iusldo dopo nbout Neddy Je rome?" She lnughcd and related to him tho details of Neddy's perfidy. "And you nctunlly agreed to deliv er me, hog-tied nnd helpless, to thnt old schemer, Dolores?" "Why not, denr. I loved you; I al ways meant to marry you, If you'd let "I Always Meant to Marry You." mo; nnd $10,000 would hnvo lasted nu for pin money n long time." "Well, you nnd Neddy huvo both lost out. Better send tho old pelican a ca ble nnd wake him out of his day dream." "I sent tho cable yesterday, John denr." "Extraordinary woman I" "I'vo Just received nn nnswer. Ned dy has spent nearly $50 telling mo by cnblo what n fine man you oro and how thankful I ought to be to the good Lord for permitting you to marry me." "DolorcB, you are perfectly amazing. I only proposed to you a mlnuto ago." "I know you did, slow-poke, but thnt Is not your fault. You would havo proposed to me yesterday, only I thought best not to disturb you until you were n little stronger. This eve ning, however, I mndo up my mind to settle the mntter, nnd bo I " "But suppose I hadn't proposed to you, nfter all?" "Then, John, I should hnve proposed to you, I fear." "But you were rupnlng nn awful risk, sending that telegram to Neddy Je rome." Sho took one Inrge red ear In ench little hnnd nnd shook bis head loving ly. "Silly," she whispered, "don't Im a goose. I knew you loved me; I would hnve known It, even If Neddy Jerome hadn't told me so. So I plnycd n &nfo garno all the way through, and oh, dear Caliph John, I'm so happy I could cry." "God bless my mildewed sicrul," John Stuart Webster murmured helplessly. The entire mntter was qulo beyond his comprehension I THE END. Where Do Poets Compose? But do poets ever write In gardens? Swift, who wns by wny of being n pout, built himself n garden sent at Mortr park when he served Sir Wil liam Temple, but I don't know that ho wroto poetry there. Rather, It was a place for reading. Pope, In his pros perous dnys, wrote at Twickenham, with tho sound of his nrtlflclnl water full In his ears, and ho walked to tako the nlr In his grotto along the Thames. But do poets really wander beneath tho moon to think their verseH? Do they compose "on summer evo by haunted stream"? I doubt whether Gray conceived Ills "Elegy" In nn actu al graveyard. I smell oil. Ono need not sec tho thing described upon the very moment. Shelley wrote of moun tains, the awful rnngo of Caucasus, hut his eye at the tlnio looked on sunny Italy. Ibsen wroto of tho north when living In tho south. When Bunynn wroto of the delectable mountuIn ho was snug iusldo a Jail. Chariot H, Brooks In the C'.ury Magazine WANTS OWN FARM Why One Youth Seeks the Land of Opportunity. Beckoning Hands of Independence and Wealth Stretch Out From Western Canada to Those Who Havo Faith and Courage. Strolling around the exhibit room ot tho Canadian government olllco in St. Paul, studying tho grain, and picking up nn odd piece or two of literature describing fanning and Its results in Western Canada, a dnpper, well-built, strapping six-footer said to tho intui nger, "I've boon having a grand whirl of living for tho pnst few years. I used to work on my uncle's farm In Iowa I heard of the big fat pay en velops that the city chups wcro Rot ting ovory week. I went to tho city, and 1 begnn getting them, too. I had all tho excitement they would bring thuaters, dinners, swell clothes and taxis. I surely saw n lot of that Ilfo thnt In dnys gono by I had anxiously gazed upon and secretly wuntcd to try. "But I'm driven to earth now, I'm still working, hut tho pny envelope In thinner. Not working steadily, you know, nnd I sort of miss those silk Bhlrt times. I went to Western Cnn udu ouco, nnd I think I'll mako an other trip. "I was up there five years ago. I want money, and lotH of It; I want to ho my own boss, but I haven't much coin to sturt with. I want to got Into that class that don't have to worry nbout a 'buck' or so. I know fellows out there in Canada who went there, a few years ago, got n quarter Bcctlon somo homestoaded nnd somo bought on easy payments nnd they nro well off today. A number 'of the boys from my own state paid for their lands from n Blngle crop. I may not bo as successful as they were, but I want to try." Ho wnnlod to talk, nnd tho manager wns a good listener. Ho continued: "I wnnt to havo my own home, nnd rnlso my own cattlo; I want hogs and poultry, nnd milk nnd cgg3 to sell. Can I get u market?" Ho was assured that ho could, nnd thut ho could got a decent-sized crop to thrash every fall." "You know," he said, "if tho farm ers on flvo-huudrcd-dollnr-an-ncro land can mnko money, my reasoning lends mo to hcliovo thnt I can grow as many dollars an ncro from that cheaper land In Western Cnnndn." This period of scml-unrest Is caus ing more thinking nnd plnnnlng for tho future thnn prohnbly at any tlmo In tho pnst. Tho desire for personal and financial Independence is grow ing. To securo this, tho first real Bourco of wealth Is tho land Hi, elf. That la tho solution. During tho era of high prices, doubtless there was Bomo inflation of lnnd values. So tho new mnn tho young man wishing to mako u start on n farm was con fronted with tho problem of tho land ho wanted having gone beyond his limited capital. Ho must seek else where. Two decades ugo, and lesf, good fanning land could bo bought In Canada at four dollars an ncro, but ob tho demand Increased and Its pro ductivity was proven, prices advanced. Thcro haB been no undue Inflation, tljpugh, and pjrlcca today nro vory rea sonable, Somo day, when the coun ryla 80ttT63, Tnncf 'will nTing a mjich hlghor prico In Western Canada. To day land prices rnngo for unimproved, $18 to $25 an aero; Improved, at ?30 ft up. 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