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FROM WILLIAM FOX’S GREAT PICTURE ROMANCE
OF THE EAST AND THE WEST
BY CHARLES KENYON AND JOHN RUSSELL
:
“How long can you be in
town!” asked Mari.'.:.
“As long as my presence is
required,” said Deroux. I never
hurry. It does not pay, my
friends.”
“Oh yc ” sail Marsh. “That
reminds me. You two don t
know each other. This is
Mr. Jesson, my engineer and this
is Mr. Deroux of whom I was
speaking, Jesson.”
Jesson offered His hand and
Deroux quickly gripped •*> his
right hand in his overcoat pock
et.. Involuntarily, the engineer
glanced toward the hidden ban I,
but catching a glint in Deroux s
black eyes, quick annoyance, al
most anger, be looked away.
The two men stood for a moment,
face to face, appraising each
other. What Deroux saw may
have helped him to recover his
good humor, for when he spoke
again, it was with riotous amia
bility.
“1 am patience useu, my
good friends, when I serve the
people I ke be;/, always iclud
ing Dercux.”
Again the big white teeth
gleamed.
“1 asked you.” said Marsh,
“because General Dodge will be
here in ; day or two and
we will then settle the question
of whether we must abandon tlw
old line and accept your proposi
tion. It may be you are right.
It begins to look that way.”
“Of course I am right,”
laughed Deroux. “I am usually
right. In this eountiy it is dan
gerous to be wrong. I am like
Davy Crockett. 1 first make
sure the game is straight, then I
bet the limit. Surveyors have
been searching the Black Hills
for twenty years trying to find
a pass that the good God neg
leeted to put there, not knowing,
of course, that you gentlemen
would never need it.”
Shouts, scattered, then merg
ing in heavy chorus, iaite ir
rupted him. The street was in
new tumult. Deroux, lithe as a
panther for all of his bulk,
1 reached the window at a bound
“Ilnh! It is the revolution,
my friend. Your subjects are
march in upon us. It seems this
is the Bastille which they would
conquer and throw down. They
do not look pretty, these dogs.
Shall I go out and whip titern
I down tne street! t wti. waeu \
them to know me, Joe Deroux!”
“No, for God’s sake, nothing
of that sort!” said Marsh. “Let
me handle it. • I think I know
what’s happened. They have
repudiated the truce agreement.
Too much tanglefoot. I will
talk to th«m.”
The door opened. Miriam
flew in like a bird seeking refuge
from the storm. Her eyes were
big with excitement hut there
was no fear in them.”
“Oh Daddy, they’re coming!”
she cried. “Casey and Slattery
tried to stop them, hut it was no
use.”
She paused, seeing Deroux
whose bright, black eyes were
darting admiration.
“My daughter, Mr. Deroux,”
said Marsh,
“A La bonne heure!” cried
Deroux. “Now I know that my
visit to the capital of the great
Union Pacific will be fortunate!
Here is good fortui e flying in at
the very door to gladden the
heart of Joe Deroux!”
“There speaks the French
man,” said Miriam. “Am I not
rightf”
“Absolutely, Miss Marsh,”
said Deroux. “It is true that
my people have been Americans,
on both sides of the line, for
more than two hundred years,
but French wc remain, Ameri
cans though we are.”
The door burst open and the
musketeers arrived in a heap,
Casey stumbling, the others
sprawling over hiia. As they dis
entangled themselves it was Ser
geant Slatt* ry who explained
how they had charged through
the mob. The strikers had tried
to prevent them from reaching
headquarters, but the muske
teers, teamwork had been ir
resi«*oHe.
,7
“They are demandin’ speech
with yez,” said Casey. By yer
leave, sor, we’ll give ’em hell if
ye say the word!”
“No, I’ll talk to them,” said
Marsh, lie put on I s hat and
went outside. Miriam and the
Musketeers followed. Deroux
hesitated, "hen went to the win
dow where Jesson joined him.
They could see and hear.
Marsh raised his hand, at
tempting to still the tumult. For
a moment they listened, then the
roar broke out again, drowning
his plea. Agai- he tried, with
the same resub. Casey leaped
forward, face working with rage,
but Miriam cu ght his arm.
“Keep back, Pat. You’ll only
make matters worse. Father 1
Bet me try. The men like me, I
think. Perhaps they will listen
to me.”
Marsh nodded, reluctantly.
Miriam stepped forward, a little
iigure of grace and daintiness.
She faced them in unhurried si
lence, smiling confidently, pick
ing out familiar faces in the
trout ranks and recognizing them
With little neds of pleasure, lty
degrees the ugly chorus died.
The men became quiet, all look
ing directly at her, expectant,
curious.
“Men, she began in her clear
voice, bell-like in the stillness,
1 want you to believe that I am
your friend, that I want to see
you get j..sti.-e; ull that is yours
Will your believj me when I tell
you that tiie road will deal
squarely by you? You will all get
your money just as soon as the
payroll can bo made up again in
Omaha and rushed here. I know
that to be true.”
“That’s no way to talk to ’em,*
M iss! 1 (> got to swear at ’em,’’
Casey complai. ed at her back.
“They don’t know what ye
mean.’ She silenced him with a
backward jab of her elbow.
“You will get your pay and a
bonus. Father will se.: to that.
And any other real grievance
you have will be righted. Men,
my heart is in the road. You
are all good Americans. Won’t
you do the right thing for your
country, the big thing? Won’t
you go back to work for another
week until this trouble, which is
not the road’s fault, is straight
ened out? Y a, Bill! And you
Tonvl 1 ask you to do only what
is right and manly, what, any wo
man would expect.’’
She waited with the same
calm, confident smile.
By God! There’s a woman
worth fighting for!’’ exclaimed
Peroux, black eyes snapping.
Peter .lesson made no reply,
but he flashed a quick look at
the Frenchman.
Outside the mob hesitated, un
easy, shifting from foot to foot
as the men looked at each other
doubtfully. Somebody laughed
in the back of the crowd. In a
moment, all were laughing. Like
a tre.'di breeze, good humor ran
through them- Old Bill Wil
liams pulled off his battered hat
and made Miriam the caricature
of a bow.
Anyunng to oblige a lady!”
lie said, and a roar ot' laughter
went up.
Latin, and a born aetor, Tony
Kigalio swept the ground with
his hat.
“Kor the beautiful signorina,”
lie said, “Tony, he build the beeg
ra-ailroad heeiuself, alone!”
“Thank you, Bill. Thank you,
Tony. You will not regret it.
1 give you my promise.”
The crowd brok? and scattered,
cheering Miriam as they went.
The gang bosses rounded up
their men and herded them to
the. waiting construction trains.
Mr. Casey stuck out his chest.
“Sure,” he said, “it was me
Irish iloquence that did it.”
“\es it was”—said Slatterv
— ’’not!”
CHAPTER XIV
“THE ARABIAN NIGHTS”
After supper that evening in
the Union Paufic, hotel a meal
which he consumed in exclusive
dignity at a tal le especially set
for him, Joe Deroux lighted his
cigar and strolled through the
jammed street until he came to
a big tent whose signboard,
swung above the doorway, an
nounced in letters two feet high:
JUDGE HAULER’S
SALOON AND BAR
As he smiled at the familar
sign, his ear caught the jumble
of sounds from within, hoarse
voices at the bar, calling for
drinks or bellowing jests; the
shrill soprano (f Haller’s dance
hall girls, the click-clack of chips
rattling good or evil fortune uj)
on the tables of the gamblers,
the quick strains of the orchestra
and loud voices of the caller in
viting couples to a quadrille.
“The fat old fox is doing well,”
he said io himself.
He pushed open the door, blink
ing the thick atmosphere of to
bacco smoke, liquor, sweat ano
perfume. He was recognizee
and wild shouts went up as al
ways, when this baron of the out
lands designed to show himself
Deroux waved a casual greeting
made his way through the press
of men and women to the long
bar and shook hands with Hal
ler, the proprietor.
Jed Haller, who claimed and
was ready to defend at the point
of a six-shooter the title 01
“Judge” he had conferred upon
himself, was a ponderous cheva
lier of ")rtune, rising fifty in
years, who had prospered
though a useful combination oi
shrewdness and elastic consci
ence the whole flavored with
joviality. He had originated
somewhere in th: south, and laid
claim to kinship with the olu
slaveholding class, but belied
the boast by utter lack of edu
cation and poli h. His anteced
ents were foggy, but in that time
and country nobody cared two
hits about such frills as ante
cedents and there were no em
narrassing questions.
Drifting from Heaven knows
where, Hauler had seen his great
chance with the railroad. The
end ©f the war found him flush.
He organized a business ol
following the road with his mov
able saloon, dance hall and gam
bling house. Simultaneously,
and for business reasons strictly,
he estal lished a court law in
whatever new town he opened
his bar. Ilis motto was “Law
and order if you have to shoot
’em first,” and to give him his
due he was usually able to dis
courage or check the violence
his powerful whiskey provoked.
It was his custom to sit behind
the middle of the long bar, an,*
from a high stool, his tall hat
pushed to the back of his head
kept an eagle e, upon the mot
ley throng which nightly jam
med his place. Nothing escaped
him, though he frequently pre
tended to be absorbed in a law'
book, the only book he possessed.
This was a copy of the revised
statutes of the state of Illinois
for the year of 18(10. Tn tbi *
important tome ho groped for
such legal terms as he needed to
garnish his decisions. At his
right and left a corps of bartend
ers were always busy, and at each
end of the bar a man with a
sawed-off shotgun stood ready to
enforce the judicial decrees.
Judge Haller’s “Saloon and
Court” was contained in a frame
a hundred and twenty feet long
by forty feet wide, a frame of de
canvas. At the back end the
plhce was smoothly floored for
dancing, a large space being de
voted to that gladsome pursuit.
“The Arabian Nights,” which
was the other and fancier name
of Haller’s establishment was the
great, public recort of the transi
tory railroad capital. To the
Arabian Nights botlv good and
evil flocked to enjoy their lei
sure and the savor of drinking
and gambling.
The right side of the canvas
covered structure was litied with
a splendid bar, where the Judge
presided in state. The sideboards
were stocked with every conceiv
able variety of alcoholic drink,
from fine French champagne to
St. Louis beer, the latter arri\
ing by the barrel daily over the
new road; with rye and bourbon
whiskey, and with liquors and
cigars. Sideboards and bar glit
tered with cut glass, goblets, ice
pitchers and mirrors. Oil paint
ings of late scenes and volupt
uous ladies garbed for heated
clime hung upo* the sidewalls ol
the long room. Most of the re
maining space was filled with
gambling tables for faro, roulette
rondo coolo, blackjack, monte
and wheels of fortune over which
presided a pale, cold-eyed gentry
garbed, as a usual thing, in min
isterial broadcloth.
By day Halier’. Arabian
Escapes Death
i 2/j^zxj j
Zazu Pitts, screen actress
escaped with a dislocated
shoiilder and bruises when her
car plunged 150 feet down an
embank me"* in the Pant* Crui
Mountains.
Nights w,.s rather quiet, but
when night fell, the yellow lights
streamed forth and the brass
band sent forth its inspiring call
to mirth, the long room soon
filled with a throng of 400 or
5C0 miners, ranchers, railroad
men gamblers, rowdies and the
disinherited from no man knew
where. It was then that the
brass band descended from the
raised platl rm near the dancing
floor and gave way to the
Stringed orchestra. Quadrilles,
cotillions and waltzes were the
order of the evening, with the
square dances most in favor at
offering the readiest excuse for
rough fun and horse play. At
every summons of the caller the
girls seized p; rtners and led
them to the floor. After every
dance there was generous buying
of drinks, champagne if the part
ner was in funds, otherwise whis
key. Jrforne of the girls, by previ
ous arrangement with the bar
tenders, were served, only with
cold tea which could not be told
from the hard liquor if no one
became inquisitive.
Such as did not care for danc
ing, immune to the blandish
ments of the young ladies, crowd
ed to the tables of chance. The
musical rattle of dice, the whirr
of the fast-spinniing roulette
wheel, the incessant clash of
ivory chips, the cliukle of glass
es, the shrill voices of the wo;
men and the hoarse laughter of
the men made a chorus scarcely
to be matched anywhere in the
world. As the night aged, the
crowd thinned and the bar trade
slackened, the astute judge pro
vided f.'esh entertainment. A
young man mounted the orches
tra platform and sang to the
accompaniment of the piano. He
sang old ballads, ballads of home
and mother, always to deafening
applause. Some of the girls
wept, old memories raked by this
sentimental warbling. They were
e.Ksny snri-Mi inese women who
encouraged trade at Haller’s
Deroux lounged at the bar,
spending his r army freehandedly
lie amused himself by comman
ding various crowds to join him.
lie drank heavily, straight Ken
tucky whiskey, but the high
proof stuff had little visible ef
fect upon him. It merely fired
his reckless blood, sending his
voice up a pitch or two, height
ir.g his characteristic swagger.
(Continued Next Week)
Life is a gift to be used every day
Not to be smothered and hidden
away.
It isn't a thing to be stored in a chest
Where you gather your keepsakes
and treasure your best.
It isn’t a Joy to be sipped now and
then
And promptly put back in a dark
place again.
Life Is a gift that the humblest may
boast of
And one that the humblest may well
make the most of.
Get out and live it each hour of the
day
Wear it and use it as much as you
may.
Don't keep it in niches and corners
and groove*,
You'll tlnd that 1n service its beauty
Improves.
—Edward A. Guest.
Mrs. Thelila Ufford. of Vermilion. 8.
F., who sends us this poem sayi'T
"finding It somewhat hard with hungry
men on the farm to keep a cooky Jar
filled enough to wear a name, I’m just
sending the above from my '‘scraps."
TODAY
BY ARTHUR BRI8BANE
Kemai Pasha divorces the young
K-ife that brought him a dowry of
$1,000,000. The lady wears riding
breeches and no veil. Turks think a
wife should wear a veil and no rid
ing breeches.
The divorce was simple. Kemai
Pasha, dictator of Turkey simply said
"You're divorced,” and that settled It.
It seems abrupt and cruel, but Its
an improvement on old Turkish meth
ods. When the Sultan ruled where
Kemai rules now, this was his meth
od when a wife displeased him:
The wife suddenly saw standing
before her a tail black eunuch holding
a bowstring and she knew what was
coming. There was nothing to do but
scream a little, kneel down, and allow
the eunuch, to tighten the cord
around her neck strangling her to
death. Her body was put in a sack,
thrown into the Bosphorus and that
divorce complete.
In Turkey as in Russia and else
where on the earth, things are bad
enough. But If you look back a few
years, you find that they were much
worse, which ie encouraging.
1 Atlantic City police have seized the
price list of a colored gentleman prac
ticing as a Voodoo doctor.
Love Powders. "Wishing Dust”,
charms and incantations at high
prices, were sold, and said to produce
excellent results.
You can buy from that Voodoo doc
tor dust made from the ankle of a
black cat for $500.
"Kasy Life Powder” for $400.
Many white men would bo glad to
buy some of that. Of course the Voo
doo powder made from the marrow of
King Solomon's bones was very rare,
costing $1,000.
The Voodoo men sold Macy “Bring
ing Back rowders.” guaranteed to
make a wandering husband or wife
come back and behave.
There was a demand also for “Ty
ing Down" powders to keep the lady of
your affections contented.
Before you despise your colored
brother and his voodoo doctor, consid
er a white lady known to her customers
as tlie “Rev." Margaret Mortioek.
This lady sold r.o powders, but in
formation direct from spirit land. She
is arrested, and Mr. Max Phillips,
manufacturer of shirts and collars is
i ready to testify that the advice she
I got from spirit land made him rich.
! The advice through the Reverend
Margaret came from relatives that
have "gone beyond.”
W. K. Reerae, Kansas City insur
ance man, wrote threatening to kill
Secietary Mellon because he was dis
satisfied with the latter’s enforcement
of the prohibition laws. The fana
tic often chooses his victim illogically.
Mr. Reeme, probably “justifying”
his plan to commit murder, says "it
is better to obey God than man.”
That statement has been back of
many murders before and since Ra
I vaillac killed Henry the fourth.
It was a blow to romance when
steam cars began running from the
J mainland across the marshes of
I Venice.
Then came noisy gas boats on the
canals competing with gondolas. And
now an automobile road is to connect.
Venice with Padua. Nothing much will
be left exceptto pu! In one or our large
modern machines to suck up the mud
nnd sand, fill up the canals, lay cob
blestones and bring in taxis.
Venice, once the refuge of crim
inals and other desperate men flee
ing from the mainland later made
gigantically rich by commerce from
ail the seas. Is now made rich by
tourists.
Voltaire said the oldest title cf nobil
ity in all Eurcpe was a Venetian titlo
inherited from one of the original
criminals hiding in marshes. This
saying annoyed many nobles, prob
ably because it was true.
With Whip and Goad
if you’re inclined to shun a hill,
O lack of the girl to make a start.
You can at least hand out good will
To him who dares a climber’s part.
If you're unuumoered with the swift.
Or timid stand among the strong,
You can at least a brother lift
Prom out the slimy mire of wrong.
if you're unfit to bear the load,
The fates deal out to all mankind.
You can at least with whip and goad
Outride the ragged ranks behind.
I
If vouTe disposed to court despair.
Because some one has been untrue—•
Or falter at the frown Yf care,
You can at least for valor sue.
If you're afraid of plodding toil,
That iron gives to thew and hand—
Or him who would ambition foil.
You’ll never reach the promised
land.
\Y’th courage face the clatn’rous fray,
Which you and 1 au or lose—
I or that’s the grandest, noblest way,
The highest type of man can
choose!
—Lilburn Harwood Townsend
in Forbes Magazine
For Husbands Only
From The Kansas City Star
Before your wife returns from her
Duting. don’t forget to—
Buy goldfish to take the place of
the e you let starve to death.
Change the peedometer on the car
to read 1,324 miles Instead of 4.5C8
mi lea.
Take your solf bag off the piano.
But “David Copperfield," “The Life
of Sir Walter Scott’ and “The Prin
ciples of Business Efficiency’ on the
reading table. Throw away all mag
azines you have purchased during
her absence.
IP move your bathing suit from the
ball) tub.
Get a rusty corkscrew.
Burn your checkbook.
An Expert.
From Good Hardware.
Credit Customer—“I’m not the worst
liar n town.’’
Merchant—“On the contrary, you art
the best."
Her Merited Fate.
From the Chicago News.
"Your daughter recited ‘The May
Queen’ real well,” the minister’s wife
•aid to Mrs. Malaprop at a strawberry
festival.
"Yes,” said Mrs. Malaprop, with a
pleased titter. “Yee. I’m goln’ to give
her a course of electrocution.’•
Then she waved her hand and added:
"Kind o’ finish her off, ye know."