The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, June 14, 1923, Image 2
fi ysMmn The Light - "HURRY, MADELINEI" SYNOPSIS. ArrlvInK at tlio lone ly llttlo railroad station nt 121 Ca Jon, Now Mexico, Madeline Hum inontl, Now York society Blrl, find no 0110 to meet tier. Whllo In tlio witltliiK room, u drunken cowboy enters, iuiIh If olio Ih timrrled, ami departs, IcuvIiib tier terrlllrd. He returns with 11 priest, who kocb through Komo sort of ceremony, anil tha cowlioy forces her to nay "HI," Anklm: Iter numo and leiini InB her Identity tlio cowboy aocnis dazed, In a sliontlriK scrape out side tlio room a Mexican in hilled. T. cowboy IcLi u Blrl, Hotilta. tue liln liorso nnd escape, tlieo conducts Madeline to Klorciict KIliKHUy,' frlulitl of her brother. Florence welcomes her, learns he story, nnd dismisses thn cowboy. Gene Stewart. Noxt day Alfred Ilniimiond, Madeline's tirothcr, takes Stewart to tusk, Mndcllno exonerates hint of any wtoiib in tent. Alfred, scion of a wealthy family, had been dismissed from his homo. because of IiIm dissipation. Madeline see'f thai thn West lias redeemed him. She meets Stlllwell, AI'h employer, typical western ranchman. Stlllwell tells her how Stewart bent tip the sheriff to ravo her from arrest nnd then lit out for the border, Danny Mains, on of KtlllwelVs cowboyn, linn disap peared, with pome of StillweH'fl money. Ills friends link his nnmo with the Blrl Ilonlta. Madeline BCti a Bllmpse of life on a western ranch. Stewart sendn Madeline his horse Majesty. Sho buys out Stlll well and "Her Majesty's Hanclin" bt'comes famous. She finds her life work under "The I.lKht of Western Stars." learning Stewart had been liurt In n brawl nt Chlrlcahua, Madelino visits him nnd persuades him to come to tho ranch ns tho boss of bcr cowboys. Jim Nnls, Nick Steele nnd "Monty" l'rlcn are Madeline's chief riders. They have a feud with Don Carlos' vnipieros, who nre really Kiicrrlllns. Made, lino makes Stewart promise, that pence Is kept. They raid Hon Car los' ranch for contraband arms. CHAPTER X Qintinued. "Senor Ktownrt, lip heel my vn querol" shouted Don Curlo.s. us. sweat ing iiiHi spent, ho concluded Ills ar raignment of the cowlioy. "Illin yon must urrcst I Sonor Ktownrt n liiid mnn! Ho Itool my vnquoro!" "Do you hour thot?" yollol Ilnwo. "'J'lio Dun's got you llggored for tliot llttlo Job nt Kl Cnjon lust full." The'clnmor burst Into n ronp. Hnwe began slinking Ills linger In Stewart's fnoo mill honrsoly shouting. TITon n Iltlio young viuiuopo, swift ns mi In dian, glided unilor Hnwo's upllftod firm. Whatever tlio notion ho Intondod, ho was too Into for Its oxocutlon. Stewart lunged out, struck tho vn (Ut'ro, nnd knocked him off tho porch. As ho foil n dagger glittered In tho sunlight nnd rolled clinking over tho Moncs. Tho mnn wont down titiril nnd did not movp. Willi tho sumo nbrupt vlolpnco, nnd n mnniior of contempt. Ktownrt throw Ilnwo off tho porch, then Don Curios, who, belli;; loss sup ple, fell henvlly. Then tho mob bncUod before Stewart's rush until nil were down In tho courtyard. Tho shallllng of feet censed, tho clanking of spurs, and tho shouting. IKels nnd Monty, now roonforeed by Nick Steele, were as shadow's of Stew art, f-o closely did they follow him. fctewnrt waved them Intel: and stepped down Into the yard. IIo was absolute ly fearless; but what struck Madeline !n keenly was his magnificent disdain. Manifestly, ho knew tho nature of tho men with whom ho was dealing. Krom the look of him It was natural for Madeline to expect them to give way before him, which they did, even Unwo und his attendants sullenly retreating. Don Carlos not tip to confront Stow nrt. The prostrate vaqucro stirred nnd moaned, but did not rise. "You needn't Jlbbop Spanish to nip," Raid Stewart. "You can talk Ameri can, nnd you can understand Anioii- "Senor 8tcwart, Ho Keel My Vaquero!" Shouted Don Carlos, can. If you start n rough-house here you and yotip Greasers will bo cleaned up. You'vu got to leave this ranch. Vou can have tho stock, tho packs and traps In tho second corral. There's grub, too. Saddle up and hit tho trail. Dun Carlos, I'm dealing more than equaro with you. You're lying nbout Vioso boxes of guns nnd catrldgos. You're breaking tho Inws of my coun try, and you'ro doing It on property In my charge. If I lot smuggling go on here I'd be Implicated myself, Now jou get of &o range. IX you don't of Western Stars A Romance $- By Zane Grey Copyright by Harper and Brothers I'll have the United States cavnlry hero In six hours, and you can gamble they'll got what my cowboys leave of you." Don Carlos was either n cnpltnl nc tor and gratefully relieved at Stew art's leniency or else ho was thorough ly cowed by references to the troops. "SI, Sonor I Oraelas, Sonor!" he ex claimed; and then, turning nway, he called to his men. They hurried after him, while- the fallen vaquero got to his feet with Stewart's help nnd stag gored across the courtyard. In u mo ment they were gone, leaving Ilawe and his several comrades behind, llnwe was spitefully ejecting n wad of tobacco from his mouth nnd swear ing In an undertone about "white-livered (irea-sers." lie cocked his rod eye speculatively at Stewart. "Wnl, I reckon ns you're so hell-bent on doln' It up brown tlict you'll try to (Ire me olT'n the range, too?" "If I ever do. I'nt, you'll need to bo currii.fl off," replied Stewart, ".lust now I'm politely Inviting you and your deputy sherlfls to leave." "Weil go; but we're cumin' back one of those days, an' when wo do we'll put you In Irons." "llnwe, If you've got It In that bad for mo, ciiiiiu over hero In the corral and let's tight it out. You've got it In fop me, man to mnn. Speak up now mid prove you're not tho cowardly skunk I've always thought you. l'e called your hand." Muttering, cursing, pallid of face, Ilnwo climbed astride Ills horse. Ills comrades followed suit. Certain It ap peared that the sheriff was contend ing with more than fear and wrath. Savagely ho spurred bis horse, and as It snorted and leaped he turned In his saddle, shaking his list. Ills comrades led the way, with their horses chatter ing Into a canter. They disappeared through the gate. When, later in the day, Madeline and Florence, accompanied by Alfred and Stlllwell, left Don Carlos' ranch It wns not any too soon for Madeline. Tho Inside of tho Mexican's homo was more unppopossessing and uncomfort able than the outside. The halls were dark, tho rooms iiuge, empty, nnd musty ; and there was tm nlr of silence and secrecy and mystery nbout them most fitting to the character Florence had bestowed upon the place. On tho other hand, Alfred's ranch house, where the party halted to siend tho night, wns picturesquely located, small nnd cozy, campllkc In the ar rangement, and altogether agreeable to Madeline. The day's long rido nnd the exciting events had wearied her. Sho rested while Florence and the two men got supper. During tho meal It was not lost upon Madeline that Florence ap peared unusually quiet and thoughtful. Madeline wondered a little nt tho cause. She remembered that Stewart had wanted to come with tl:im, or de tail a few cowboys to accompany them, but Alfred had laughed at tho Idea and would have none of It. After supper Alfred monopolized tho oonverMitlon by describing what ho wanted to do to Improve lib homo be fore he nnd Florence were married. Then at an early hour they all re tired. Madeline's deep slumbers were dis turbed by a pounding upon tlio wall, and then by Florence's crying out In nnswer to a call. "(let up! Throw some clothes on and come out !" It was Alfred's voice. "What's tho matter?" nsked Flor ence, as sho slipped out of bed. "Alfred, Is there anything wrong?" added Madeline, sitting up. The room was dark us pitch, but u faint glow seemed to mark the posi tion of the window. "t)h, nothing much," replied Alfred. "Only Don Carlos' raneho going up in smoke." "Fire!" cried Florence, sharply. "You'll think so when you see It. Hurry out." Florence helped Madeline to dress. Then they hurriedly stumbled over hairs, and, passing through the dining room, went out upon tho porch. Away to tho westward, low down along the horizon, she saw leaping rod Humes and wind-swept columns of smoke. Stlllwell appeared greutly per turbed. "Al. I'm lookln' for that nmniunltlon to blow up," he said. "There was enough of It to blow the roof off tho raneho!" "Hill, surely the cowboys wdulil get that stuff out tho llrst thing," replied Alfred, anxiously. "I reckon so. Hut all the same, I'm worryln'. Mebbe there wasn't time. Supposln' thot powder went olY as the boys was goln' for It op carryln' It out ! Weil know soon. If tho explosion doesn't come quick now wo can figger tht! boys got the boxes out." For the next few moments there was a silence of sustained and painful sus pense. Florcnco gripped Mndr'.lne's arm. Madelino felt n fullness In her throat and u rapid beating of hop heart. Presently sho wns relieved with the others when Stlllwell declared the danger of nn explosion needed to bo feared no longer. "Sure you can gamble on Geno Stew art," ho ndded. "Therol She's smol derln' down now. Iteckon wo-ull might RED OLOUD. Jest ns well turn In Hgnln. It'n only three o'clock." Madeline nwnkennd early, but not so enrly as the others, who were up and had breakfast ready when she went Into the dining room. Stlllwell was not In nn nmlable frame of mind. The furrows of worry lined his broad brow nnd he continually glanced at his watch, nnd growled because the cow boys were so late In riding over with the news. He gulped bis breakfast, and while Madeline nnd the others ntc theirs ho tramped up nnd down the porch. Madeline noted Hint Alfred grow nervous and restless. Presently he left the table to Join Stlllwell out side. "They'll slope off to Don Carlos' raneho and leave us to ride homo alone," observed Florence. "Do you mind?" questioned Made line. "So, I don't exactly mind ; we've got tin; fastest horses In this country; lut I've no hankering for a sltuutlon Gene Stewart thinks" ' Florence began disconnectedly, nnd she ended evasively. Madeline did not press the point, although she had some sense of misgiving. Stlllwell trumped In, shaking the lloor with his huge boots; Alfred followed him, carrying a Hold-glass. "Not it boss In sight," complained Stlllwell. "Somethln' wrong over Don Carlos' way. Miss Majesty, It'll bo Jest as well for you an' Flo to' hit the home trail. We can telephone over nn' see Hint tho boys know you're coinln'." Alfred, standing In the door, swept the gray valley with his ileld-glass. "Hill, I see running stock-horses or cattle; I can't make out which. I guess we'd better rustle over there." Huth men hurried out, ami while tho horses were being brought up and sad dled Madelino and Florcnco put nway the breakfast dishes, then speedily donned spurs, sombreros nnd gaunt- I lets. ( "Here nre the horses ready," called Alfred. "Flo, Unit bluck Mexican horse Is ti prince." I Tho girls went out In time to lienv ' Stlllwell's good-by as ho mounted and , spurred nwuy. Alfred went through I the motions of assisting Madeline and Florence to mount, which assistance they always llouted, and then he, too, swung up astride. "I guess It's nil right," he said, rather dubiously. "You renlly must not go over toward Don Carlos'. It's only n few miles home." "Stipe It's all right. We can ride, can't we?" retorted Florence. "I de clare ho and Al were sure rattled." Florence dismounted nnd went Into the house. She left the door open. Madeline bad some dlfllculty in hold ing Majesty. It struck Madeline that Florence stayed rather long indoors. Presently she came out with sober face and rather tight lips. "I couldn't get anybody on tho 'phono. No nnswer. I tried u dozen times." "Why, Florence!" Madeline wns more concerned by the girl's looks than by tho Information she Imparted. "Tho wire's been cut," said Flor ence. Her gray glance swept swiftly lifter Alfred, who was now far out of earshot. "I don't like this a little bit. Ileah's where I've got to ilggep,' an 15111 says." She pondered a moment, then hur ried Into the house, to return presently with the fleld-glius that Alfred hail used. With this sho tool: u survey ot the valley, particularly In tho direc tion of Madeline's rnnch-houso. This was hidden by low, rolling ridges which wore finite close by. "Anyway, nobody In that direction can see us leave heah," she mused. "There's mosquito on tho ridges. We've got cover long enough to save us till wo can see what's abend." "Florence, what what do you ex pect?" asked Madeline, nervously. "I don't know. There's nevi r any tolling nbout Greasers. I wish Hill and Al hadn't left us. Still, cnpie to think of that, they couldn't help us much In case of a chaso. We'd run right nway from them. Hesldes, they'd shoot. I guess I'm ns well sati-lled that we've got the Job of getting homo on our own hands. Wo don't daro follow Al toward Don Carlos' ranch. Wo know there's trouble over there. So all that's left Is to hit the trail for home. Come, let's ride. You stick llko u Spanish needle to me." A heavy growth of mosquito cov ered the top of tho llrst ridge, and the trail went through It. Florence appeared cautious, deliberate, yet she lost no time. She was ominously si lent. Madeline's misgivings took dell nlto shape In the fear of vaqueros In ambush. Upon tho ascent of tho third ridge, which Madeline remembered was the last uneven ground between tho point she had reached and home, Florence exercised even more guarded care In advancing, Ileforo she rea'cheil the top of this rhlgo sho dismounted, looped hep bridle round u dead snag, and, motioning Madeline to wait, sho slipped ahead through tho mesqulte.out of sight. Madeline waited, anxiously listening nnd watching, All of u sud den sho saw Majesty's ears were held up. Then Florence's face, now strange ly white, showed round the turn of the trail. " 'S-s-s-sh I" whispered Florence, holding up n wnrnlng finger. She reached tho black liorso nnd petted blm, evidently to still nn uneasiness he manifested. "We'ro In for It," she went on. "A whole bunch of vaquoros hiding anions the mosquito over Ute NEBRASKA, CHIEF Hdge! They've not scon op honrd us yet. We'd better risk riding uhend, cut off thn trail, nnd bent them to tho punch. Madeline, you're white ns death! Don't faint nowl" "I shall not faint. Hut you frighten me. Is there danger? What shall we do?" "Thpre's dnng2P. Madeline, I wouldn't deceive you," went on Flor ence, In earnest whisper. We should Al should have listened to Genet I believe I'm nfrnld Gene knew I" "Know'what?" nsked Madeline. "Never mind now. Listen. Wo daren't take the back trail. Weil go on. I've a scheme to fool that grin ning Don Carlos. Gut down, -Madeline hurry 1" Madeline dismounted, "Give mo your white sweater. Take It oil' And that white hat! Hurry, Madeline." She had divested herself of sombrero and Jacket, which she held out to Madeline. "Heah. Take these. Give me yours. Then get up on the black. I'll ride Majesty. Hustle now, Madeline. This Is no time to tttlk." "Hut, dear, why why do you want ? Ah t You're going to make tlio vaquoros tnko you for met" "You guessed it. Will you" "I shall not allow you to do any thing of the kind," returned Madeline. It wns then that Florence's face, changing, took on the hard, stern sharpness so typical of a cowboy's. Madeline bad caught glimpses of that expression In Alfred's face, and on Stewart's when ho was silent, and on Stlllwell's i.lways. It was u look of Iron and lire onchnngonblo, unquench able will. Tiu-re was oven much of "Give Me Your White Sweater. Take It Off and tho White Hat; Hurry, Madeline." violence In the swift action whereby Florence compelled Madelino to tho change of apparel. "It'd been my Idea, rtiiyhow, If Stownrt hadn't told me to do It," snld Florence, her words ns swift us hep hands. "Don Carlos Is uftor you you, Miss Madelino llnininond! Ho wouldn't ambush a trail for any one else. Ho wants you for some reason. So Geno thought, and now I believe blm. Well, we'll know for sure In five minutes. You rido the black; I'll ride Majesty. We'll slip around through the brush, out of sight nnd sound, till wo can break out Into tho open. Then we'll split. You make straight for the ranch. I'll cut loose for the vulloy where Gene said positively tho cowboys were with the cuttle. The vaquoros will take me for you. They'll chaso me. They'll never get iinywhero near me. And you'll bo on n fast horse. Ho can take you homo ahead of any vaquoros. I Jut you won't bo chased. I'm staking all on that. Trust mo, Madelino. If It were only my calculation, maybe I'd It's because I remember Stewart. That cowboy knows things. Come, this heah's tho safest and smartest way to fool Don Curios." Madeline felt herself more forced than per suaded Into acquiescence. Sho mounted tho black and took up the bridle. In another moment she was guiding her horse off the trail In the tracks of Majesty. Florence led off at right an gles, threading a slow passage through the mosquito. Sho favored sandy patches and open aisles between the trees and was careful not to break a branch. Often she stopped to listen. This detour of perhaps half a mile brought Madeline to where sho could aw open ground, the ranch-house only u few miles off, nnd the cattle dotting the valley. She had not lost her.cour ugo, but It wns certain that these fa miliar sights somewhat lightened the pressure upon her breast. Kxclteinent gripped her. Tho shrill whistle of n horse made both the black nnd Majesty Jump. Florence quickened the gait flown the slope. Soon Madeline saw the edge of the brush, the gray-bleached grass and level ground. Florence waited ut the opening be tween tho low trees. Sho gave Made line a quick, bright glance, "All over but the rido! That'll sure i bo easy. Holt now and keep your nerve !" When Florence wheeled tho fiery roan anil screamed In his ear Madeline seemed suddenly to grow lax and help less. Tho big horso leaped Into thun dering action. Florence's hair streamed on the wind and shone gold In the sun light. Then hoarse shouts unchimped Madeline's power of movement, nnd she spurred tho black Into the open. Ho wanted to run nnd ho was swift. Mudellne loosened the reins Inld them loose upon his neck. His action was strange to her. He was hard to ride. Hut ho was fast, and sho enred for nothing else. She wus running away from somethlnfj what that Trn nh did not know. But she remembered Florence, nnd sho wanted to look back, yet hated to do so fop feur of the nnmoYess dungcr Florence had men tioned. Madeline listened for the pounding of pursuing hoofs In her rear. Invob untnrlly she glanced bnck. On tho mile or more of gray level between hop and the ridge there wns not n hopse, a man, or anything living. Sha wheeled to look back on the otlini side, down the valley slope, The sight of Florence riding Majesty In zlgzng flight before ti whole troop of vaquoros blanched Madeline's cheek nnd made her grip the pommel of'her saddle In terror. That strange gnlt of her roan was not his wonderful stride. Could Mnjesty bo running wild? It flashed over Madeline thnt Florence wus putting the horse to some such awkward flight as might have been expected of nn eastern girl frightened out of her wits. Madeline made sure of this when, after looking again, she saw that Florence, In splto of the horse's breaking gait and the Irregular course, was drawing slowly nnd surely flown the valley. Madeline hnd not lost her head to tho extent of forgetting her own mount nnd the nature of the ground la front. When, presently, she turned ugaln to watch Florence, uncertainty censed In her mind. Tho strange fea tures of that race between girl and vaquoros were no longer In evidence. Majesty was In his beautiful, wonder ful stride, low down ulong the ground, stretching, with his nose level nnd straight for the valley. Hetween him ami the lean horses In pursuit lay au ever-Increasing space, lie was running nway from tho vaquoros. Florence wan Indeed "riding the wind," as Stewart hail aptly expressed his Idea of flight upon the fleet roan. A dimness came over Madeline's eyes, and It was not nil owing to the sting of the wind. She rubbed It tiwny, seeing Florence as n flying dot in a strange blur. What n thiplng. intrepid girl ! This kind of strength and nye, splendid thought for 11 weaker sister was what the West Inculcated In a woman. The next time Madeline looked back Florence wns far ahead of her pur suers and going out of sight behind a low knoll. Assured of Florence's snfo ty, Madeline put her mind to hep own title nnd the possibilities nwnltlng ut the ranch. She remembered the full uro to get any of her servants or cow boys on tho telephone. To be supe, a windstorm hnd once broken the wire. Hut she had llttlo real hope of such being tho case In this Instance. Sho rode on, pulling the bluck ns she nenred the ranch. It was perhaps fortunate for hop, she thought, that the climb up the slope cut the black's speed so she could manage blm. IIo wns not very hard to stop. The moment she dismounted, however, he Jumped and trotted off. At the edge of the slope, facing the coppuls, ho halted to lift his bend and shoot up his enrs. Then he let out u plepdng whistle and dashed down tho lane. Mudellne, prepared by that warning whistle, tried to fortify herself for u new nnd unexpected situation; but ih she espied nn unfamllhip company of horsemen rapidly riding down n hollow leading from tho foothills she felt tho return of fours gripping ut her llko cold hnuds ami she lied precipitously into the house. CHAPTER XI A Band of Guerrilla?. Madeline bolted the door, and, flying Into tho kitchen, sho told the scared servants to shut themselves In. Then ho ran to her own rooms. It wns only a matter of u few moments for her to close and bar the heavy shutters, yet even us she was fastening the last ono In the room sho used ns an olllco n clattering roar of hoofs seemed to swell up to the front of the house. Sho caught n glimpse of wild, shaggy horses and ragged, dusty men. She had never seen any vaquoros that re sembled these horsemen. Vaquoros had grace nnd stylo; they were fond of Inco nnd glitter nnd fringe; they dressed their horses In silvered trap pings. Hut tho riders now trnmplliiA Into tho driveway were uncouth, lean, savage. They were guerrillas, n band of the raiders who had been harassing the border since the beginning of tho revolution. A second glimpse assured .Madeline that they were not all Mex icans. Tho presence of outlaws in Hint band brought home to Mndellne her pen I danger. She remembered what Stlllwell had told her about recent out' law raids along the Ulo Grande. Thosi Hying bands, operating under the ex citement of the revolution, appeared here and there, everywhere, In remote places, and were gone us quickly us they came. Mostly they wanted mon ey and tinns, but they would steal any thing, nnd unprotected women had suf fered at their hands. Madeline, hurriedly collecting her securities nnd the considerable money she had in her desk, ran out, closed and locked the door, crossed the pntlo to the opposite side of tho house, and, entering ngaln, went down n long cor liilor, trying to decide which of the many unused rooms would be best to hide In. And before she made up hep mind sho emtio to tho Inst room. Just then u battering on door or window In tho direction of the kitchen nnd shrill screams from the servant women In creased Madeline's nlnrm. "A rude, powerful hand clapped round her waist and Bwung her aloft." (70 UK CONTINUED.) RHEUMATISM IS ENTIRELY GONE Tanlac Made Short Work of It, Declares Contractor. Strength Restored. 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