The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, August 30, 1923, Image 2

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gave lior a packet of telegrams.
Madeline tore them open with Klniklnj;
lingers, begun to rend with swift, iltm
oyefl. Home were from Washington, as
miring her of every possible service;
hoiiiu were from New York; others
written In Spanish were from 131 I'm ho,
und these tdiu could not wholly trans
late In n brief glance. Would hIio
never flue Still well's message? It was
the last. It wns lengthy. It read:
"Nought Stewart's release. Also ar
ranged for his transfer as prisoner of
war. Hoth matters olllclal. lie's safe
If we can get notice to his captors.
Not sure I've reached them ly wire.
Afraid to trust It. Vou go with Link
to Agun 1'rleta. Take the tnessiigcs
Kent you In Spanish. They will protect
you anil secure Stewart's frct'dom.
Take Nels with you. Slop for noth
ing. Tell I, Ink all trust him let him
drive that car.
"Link, do you know the roads, the
trails the desert between here and
Agun I'rletaV" sae asked. Can an nil
lomoblle he driven from here Into
oilhern Mexico?"
"Sure. Hut It'll take time."
. "We must do It In little time," she
vent on, In swift eagerness. "Other
vise Stewart may bt. probably will
lie be shot.
I.lnk Stevens appeared Riiddcnly to
grow lav, shriveled, to lose all his pe
culiar pert brightness, to weaken and
"I'm only a a cowboy, Miss Majes
ty." He almost faltered. It was a sin
gular change In him. "Thet's an aw
ful ride down over Hip border. If by
some luck 1 didn't smash the car I'd
turn your hair gray. You'd never be
no good after thet'rldel"
"I am Stewart's wife," she answered
Idm, and she looked at him, not con
HolotiN of any motive to persuade or nl
lure, but Just to let blm know the
greatness of her dependence upon blm.
He started violently the old action
of Stewarf, the memorable action of
Monty l'rlce. This man was of the
same wild breed.
Then Madeline's words flowed In n
torrent. "I am Stewart's wife. I love
Idm; I have been unjust to him; I
must save blm. Link, I hnve faith In
you. I beseech you to do your best for
Stewart's sake for my sake. I'll risk
the ride gladly bravely. I'll not care
where or how you drive. I'd far rather
plunge Into a canyon go to my death
on tho rocks than not try to save
How beautiful the response of this
rude cowboy to realize his absolute
unconsciousness of self, to we the
haggard shnde burn out of his face,
the old, cool, devU-may-caro spirit re
turn to bis eyes, and to feel something
wonderful about ill in then! It wns
more than will or daring or sacrltlcc.
A blood-tie might have existed between
litm and Madeline.
"Miss Majesty, thet ride Aggers Im
possible, hut I'll do Itl" he replied. Ills
Can an Automobile Be Driven From
Here Into Northern Mexico?"
oool, bright glance thrilled her. "I'll
need inebbo half an hour to go over
ilie car an' to pack on what I'll want."
She could not thank film, and her re
ply was merely a request that he tell
Nels and other cowboys off duty to
conio up to the bouse. When Link' had
vono Madeline gave a moment's
ihought to preparations for the ride.
A number of cowboys were waiting.
She explained the situation nud lert
them In clinrge of her home. With
that she asked Nels to uccompany her
down Into the desert.
"Why, Miss Majesty, I'm powerful
proud to go. If you're goln' down
nmong tho Greasers you wunt me."
Madeline heard the buzz of the car.
Link nppenred, driving up the slope.
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stopped before the porch. Link had
tied two long, heavy planks upon the
car, one on each side, and In every
available space he bad strapped extra
tires. A huge cask occupied one back
seat, and another scat was full of tools
and ropes. There was Just room In
this rear part of the car for Nels to
squeeze In. Link put Madeline In front
beside him, then bent over the wheel.
Madeline waved her hand at the si
lent cowboys on the porch. Not an
audible good-hy was spoken.
The car glided out of the yard,
leaped from level to slope, and started
swiftly down the road, out Into the
open valley. Kach stronger rush of
dry wind In Madelne's face marked
the Increase of speed. The buzz, the
roar of wheels, of heavy body In Might,
Increased to n continuous droning
hum. The wind became an Insupport
able body moving toward her, crush
ing lior breast, making the task of
breathing most dllllcult. To Madeline
the time seemed to lly with the speed
of miles.
Cactus hatred the wny, rocks barred
the way, gullies barred the way, and
these Nels addressed In the grim
humor with which he was wont to
view tragic things. Again and ngnln
Link used the planks to cross washes
In sand. Presently he came to a
ditch where water had worn deep Into
the road. Without hesitation he placed
them, measuring distance cnrefully,
and then started across. The danger
was In ditching the machine. One of
the planks split, sagged a little, but
Link made the crossing without slip.
At length a mile of clean, brown
''lope, ridged and grooved like a wash
board, led gently down to meet the
Moor of the valley, where the scant
grama-grass struggled to give a tinge
of gray. The road appeared to be
come more clearly defined, and could
be seen striking Mrnlght ncross tho
To Madeline's dismay, that road
led down to n deep, narrow wash. The
crossing would have been laborsome
for n horse; for an automobile It was
Impassable. Link drove bnck to the
road, crossed It, and kept on down the
line of the wash. It was a deep cut In
red earth, worn straight down by
swift water In the rainy season. It
narrowed. When Link reached the
narrowest points be got out of the car
and walked from place to place. Once
with n little Jump he cleared the wash.
Then Madeline noted that the farther
rim was somewhat lower. In n Mnsh
she divined Link's Intention. He was
hunting a place to Jump the car over
the crack In the ground.
Soon ho found one that .eemed to
suit him, for he tied his red scarf upon
a grensewood-bush. Then, returning
to the car, he clambered In, backed up
the gentle slope nud halted Just short
of steeper ground. Hunching low over
the wheel, be started, slowly nt first,
then faster, and then faster. The great
car gave a spring like it huge tiger.
The Impact of suddenly formed wind
almost tore Madeline out of her seat.
She felt Nels' powerful bands on her
shoulders. She closed her eyes. The
Jolting headway of the car gave place
to n gliding rush, nils was broken
by n slight Jar, and then above the
hum luid roar rose n cowboy yell.
Madeline waited with strained nerves
for the expected crash. It did not
come". Opening her eyes, she saw the
level valley door without n break. She
had not even noticed the Instant when
the cur had shot over the wash.
A strange breathlessness attacked
her, and she attributed It to the celer
ity with which she was being carried
along. I'ulllnc the hood down over her
face, she sank low In the sent. The
whir of the car now seemed to be a
world-lllllng sound. There wfl'j a long,
blank period from which slit- awakened
to feel nu arm supporting her. Then
she rallied. The velocity of the car
had been cut to the speed to which she
was accustomed. Throwing bnck the
hood, she breathed freely again, recov
ered fully.
The car was howling along a wide
road upon the outskirts of, a city.
Madeline asked what place It could be.
"Douglas." replied Link. "An' Jest
around Is Agua t'lletn I"
That last name seemed to stun
Madeline. She beard no more, and
saw little until the cur stopped. Nels
spoke to some one. Then sight of
khaki-chid soldiers quickened Made
line's faculties. She was on the boun
dary-line between the United States
ami Mexico, and Agua Prleta, with Its
white and blue-walled houses, Its
hrown-tlled roofs, lay before her. A
cavalry olllcer approached the car,
stared, and removed his somhroro.
"Can you tell me anything about
Stewart, the American cowboy who
was captured by rebels a few days
ago?" asked Madeline.
"Yes," replied the olllcer. "Stewart
Is reported to have done reckless light
ing and was captured, lie got a Mexi
can sentence. He Is known he; along
the border, and the news of his cap
ture stirred up excitement. We did
all wc could to net his releiuja. Xiia
gunmirnn fenrcd to execute him here, f
nnd believed lie might be aided to es
cape. So a detachment departed with
him for Mezqultal."
"He was sentenced to be shot Thurs
day at sunset tonight?"
"Yes. I regret that I can't give you
dcllnlte Information. If you are friends
of Stewart's relatives I might
find "
"I am his wife," Interrupted Made
line. "Will you ple.r.-e read these."
She handed him the telegrams. "Ad
vise me help me, If you canj"
With n wondering glance at her the
olllcer received the telegrams. He
read several, and whistled low In
amaze. Ills manner became quick,
alert, serious.
"I can't read these written In Span
ish, hut I know the nnmes signed."
Swiftly he ran through the others.
"Why, these nienn Stewart's release
has been nutborlzed. They explain
mysterious rumors we have heard
hero. Greaser treachery t For some
strange reason messages from the
rebel Juntn have fulled to roach their
destination. I'll go with you to Gen
eral Salazur, the rebel chief In com
mand. 1 know him. Perhaps wc can
find out something."
Nels made room for the ofllcer. Link
sent the car whirring ncross the line
Into Mexican territory. Tiny road
ended In an Immense plaza, In the cen
ter of which was a circular structure
that In some measure resembled a
corral. It was n bull-ring, where the
national sport of bull-lighting was car
ried on.
Madeline cnught n glimpse of tents
Inside, then her view was obstructed
by a curious, pressing throng. The
cavalry olllcer leaped from the car
and pushed his way Into the entrance.
How stilling was this crowded, ill
smelling plaza I The sun, red nnd low
ering, had sloped far down In the west,
but still burned with furnace heat. A
swnrm of Mies whirled over the car.
The shadows of low-sailing buzr.nrds
crossed Madeline's sight. Then she
saw a row of the huge, uncanny black
birds sitting upon the tiled roof of n
house. They had neither nn nlr of
sleeping nor resting. They were wait
ing. She fought off n horrible ghastly
Idea before Its full realization.
Suddenly the crowd parted to let the
cavalry olllcer nnd a rebel of striking
presence get to the car.
"Madam, it Is as I suspected," said
the olllcer, quickly. "The messnges
directing Stewart's release never
reached Salazar. They were Inter
cepted. Hut even without them we
might have secured Stewart's ex
change If It hnd not been for the fact
that one of his captors wanted him
shot. This guerrilla Intercepted the
orders, and then was Instrumental In
taking Stewart to Mezqultal. It Is ex
ceedingly sad. Why, he should be a
free man this Instant. I regret "
"Who did this this thing?" cried
Madeline, cold and sick. "Who Is the
"Senor Don Carlos Martinez. He hns
been n bandit, a man of Influwu in
Sonnra. He Is more of a secret agent
In the nffalrs of the revolution than nn
active participator. Hut he has seen
guerrllln service."
"Don Carlos! Stewart In his power I
Ob, God!" Madeline sank down, al
most overcome. Then two grent hands,
powerful, thrilling, clnsped her shoul
ders, and Nels bent over her.
"Miss Majesty, shore we're wnstln'
time here," he said. Ills voice, like his
hands, was uplifting. She wheeled to
him In trembling Importunity. How
cold, bright, blue the Hash of his eyes!
They told Madeline she must not
weaken. Hut she could not speak her
thought to Nels could only look at
"It Aggers Impossible, but I'll do It !"
said Link Stevens, In nnswer to her
voiceless query.
"Can I get a permit to go Into the In
terlor to Mezqultal?" nsked Madeline
of the olllcer.
"You are going on? Madam, It's a
forlorn hope. Mezqultal Is n hundred
miles nwny. Hut there's n chance
the barest chance If your man can
drive this car. Tho Mexicans are
either murderous or ceremonious in
their executions. The arrangements
for Stewart's will be elaborate. Hut,
barring unusual clrcumstnnces, It will
take place precisely at the hour desig
nated, i ou, need no permit. Your mes
sages are oMlclal papers. Hut to save
time, perhaps delay, I suggest you take
this Mexican, Senor Montes, with you.
He outranks Don Cnrlos and knows
the captain of the Mezqultnl detach
"I thnnk you, sir. I shnll not forget
your kindness." concluded Madeline.
The white, narrow road Unshed out
of the foreground, slipped with Incon
ceivable rapidity under the cur. When
she marked n clump of cmtus far
abend r seemed to shoot at her, to
speed hi hind her even tho Infant she
noticed It. Nevertheless, Madeline
knew Link wns not putting the iar to
its limit. Swiftly as he was Hying, be
held something In reserve. And every
leaf und blade and branch of cactus
bore wicked thorns, any one of which
would be fatal to a tire.
It came at length, the bursting re
port. The car lurched, went on like a
crippled thing, and halted, obidlcut to
the ninster hand at the wheel. Swift
as Link was In replacing the tire, he
lost time. Tho red sun. more sullen,
duskier as It neared the blink, bold
horizon, appeared to mock Madeline,
to eye her In derision.
Link leaped In, and the car sprang
ahead. The road began to wind up; It
turned nnd twisted In tantalizing, lazy
curves; It was In no hurry to surmount
a hill that began to nssuine proportions
of a mountain; It wns leisurely, us
were nil things In Mexico except strife.
That was quick, fierce, bloody It was
The descent from thnt elevation was
dllllcult, extremely hazardous, yet Link
b drove fast. Then, In tnktag
nn nbrupt curve, grasping spear
ruined another tire. This time the car
rasped across tho road into the cvr
tus, bursting the second front-wXeel
tire. Like demons Indeed Link nnd
Nels worked. Shuddering, Madeline
felt the declining heat of the sun, saw
with gloomy eyes the shading of the
red light over the desert. She did not
look back to sec how near the sun wns
to the horizon. She wanted to ask
Nels. Strange as anything on this ter
rible ride was the absence of speech,
As yet no word had been spoken, Made
line wanted to shriek to Link to hurry.
Hut be was more than humanly swift
In all his actions. So with mute lips,
with the Are in tier beginning to chill,
with n Ilfelessness menacing her spirit,
she watched, hoped against hope,
prayed for a long, straight, smooth
Quite suddenly she snw It, seemingly
miles of clear, narrow Inne disappear
ing like n thin, white streak In distant
green. Perhaps Link Stevens' heart
leaped like Madeline's. The huge car
with a roar and n Jerk seemed to nn
swer Madeline's cnll, a cry no less
poignant because It wns silent.
Faster, faster, faster I The roar be
ennio n whining hum. Then for Made
line sound censed to be anything she
could not hear. The wind wns now
heavy, Imponderable, no longer a swift,
plastic thing, but solid, like an onrush
Ing wnll. it bore down upon Madeline
with such resistless weight that she
could not move. The green of desert
plants nlong the road merged In two
shapeless fences, sliding ut her from
tho distance. Objects ahead began to
blur the white road, to grow streaky,
like rays of light, the bky to take on
more of n rcddenl g hnze.
That was MndePo's last clear sen
sation upon the rb'e Hllndod, dazed,
she succumbed to the demands upon
her strength. Sh reeled, fell back,
only vnguely own re of a helping hand.
Confusion seized 1 er senses. All about
her was n dnrk ihaos through which
sbo was rushing, rushing, rushing un
der the wrathful eye of n setting sun.
Hut at an end of Infinite time that
rush ceased. Madeline lost the queer
feeling of being disembodied by n
frightfully swift cnreenlng through
boundless distance. Sho distinguished
voices, low nt Arst, apparently fur
nwny. Then she opened her eyes to
blurred but conscious sight.
The car hnd come to n stop. Link
wns lying face down over the wheel.
Nels was rubbing her hnnds, cnlllng to
her. She saw a house with clean white
washed wall and brown-tiled roof. He
yond, over n dnrk mountain range,
peeped the last red curve, the last beau
tiful ray of the setting sun.
At the End of the Road.
Madeline saw thnt the car was sur
rounded by armed Mexicans. They
presented n contrast to the others she
had seen that day; she wondered n
little at their silence, at their respect
ful front.
Suddenly a sharp spoken order
opened up the ranks next to the house.
Senor Montes nppeared In tho break,
coming swiftly. Ills dark face wore
n smile; bis mnnner wns courteous,
Important, nuthorltntlve.
"Senorn, you got here In time. El
Capltau Stewart will be free."
"Free!" she whispered.
She rose, reeling.
"Come," replied Montes, taking her
nrm. "Perdoneme, Senorn.
Senor Montes led Madeline through
a hall to a patio, and on through n
large room with flooring of rough,
bare boards that rattled, into n small
er room full of nrmed quiet rebels
facing an open window.
Montes directed Madeline's ntten
ton to a man by the window. A loose
senrf of vivid red hung frun his
"Senorn, they were wnltlng for the
sun to set when we arrived," snld
Montes. "The slgnnl wns about to be
given for Senor Stewnrt's wnlk to
"Stewart's walk!" echoed Madeline.
"Ah, Senorn, let me tell you his sen
tence the sentence I hnve hnd the
honor nnd happiness to revoke for
Stewnrt had been court-martialed
and sentenced uccordlng to n Mexican
custom observed In enses of brave sol
diers to whom honorable nnd fitting
executions were due. Ills hour had
been set for Thursday when the sun
bad sunk. Upon slgnnl he was to be
liberated and was free to wnlk out
Into the road, to take any direction he
pleased. He knew his sentence; knew
thnt death awaited him, thnt every
possible avenue of escape wns blocked
by men with rifles ready. Hut he had
not the slightest Idea nt what moment
or from what direction the bullets
were to come.
"Senorn, we hnve sent messengers
to every squad of waiting soldiers
nn order thnt Kl Capltan Is not to be
shot, tie Is ignorant of his release. 1
shall give the slgnnl for his freedom."
"Is there no no possibility of n
mistake?" faltered Madeline.
"None. My order Included unload
ing or titles."
"Don Carlos?"
"He Is In Irons, and must nnswer to
General Salazar," replied Montes.
With n heart stricken by both Joy
nnd agony, she saw Montes give the
Then she wnlted. No chance mnnl
fested Itself down the length of that
lonely road. There was absolute si
lence In the room behind her. How
terribly, Infinitely long seemed the
wnltlng I
Suddenly n door opened nnd n tall
men stepped out.
Madeline recognized Stewart. She
hnd to place both hands on the window-sill
for support, while n storm of
emotion swayed her. Like a retreat-
tog wave It rushed away. Rto-an
lived, lie was free. He hod uteppod
out Into the light. She had saved
htm, Life chnnged for tier In thnt In
stunt of realization und became sweot,
full, strange.
Stewart shook hands with some ono
in the doorwny. Then he looked up
nnd down the road. The door closed
behind him. Leisurely he rolled a
cigarette, stood close to the wnll while
he scratched n match. Kvcn nt Unit
dlstnnce Madeline's keen eyes caught
the small Maine, the first little pull' of
Stewnrt then took to the middle of
the road and leisurely began his walk.
Madeline watched him, with pride,
love, pain, glory combating lor n inns
tery over her. This wnlk of his seem
ingly took longer than all her hours
of uwakenlng, of strife, of remorse,
longer tlmn the ride to And him. Sho
felt that 11 would be Impossible for
her to wait till he reached the end of
the rond. Yet In the hurry nnd riot
of her feelings she hnd fleeting panics.
She wnnted to run to meet lilm. Nev
ertheless, she stood rooted to her
covert behind the window, living that
terrible wnlk with hlin to the utter
most thought of home, sister, mother,
sweetheart, wife, life Itself every
thought that could come to a man
stnlklng to meet his executioners.
With nil that tumult In her mind nud
henrt Madeline still fell prey to the
incomprehensible variations of emotion
possible to n womun. livery step
Stewnrt took thrilled her. She hnd
some strange, subtle Intuition thnt he
was not unhappy, and thnt he believed
"Who Aro You7" He Whispered
beyond shndow of doubt that he was
walking to his death. His steps
dragged n little, though they hnd be
gun to be swift. The old, hnrd, phys
ical, -wild nerve of the cowboy was
perhaps In conflict with spiritual
growth of the finer man, renllzlng too
Into that life ought not to be sncrl
flcetl. Then the dark gleam thnt was Ids
face took shape, grew sharper out!
clenrer. He was stalking now, and
there wns a suggestion of Impatience
In his stride. It took these hidden
Mexicans n long time to kill him I At
n point In the middle of the rond. even
with the corner of a house and oppo
site to Mndellne's position, Stewart
hnlted stockstlll. He presented a fair,
hold mnrk to his executioners, nnd he
stood there motionless a full moment.
That wait was almost unendurable
for Madeline. Perhaps It was only n
moment, several moments nt the long
est, but the time seemed n year.
Stewart's face was scornful, hnrd.
Did he suspect treachery on the part
of his captors, that they mennt to play
with him ns n cut with n mouse, to
murder him at leisure? Madeline was
sure she caught the old, Inscrutable,
mocking smile fleeting ncross his lips.
He held thnt position for what must
have been n reasonable time to his
mind, then with n laugh and a shrug
he throw the cigarette Into the rond.
He shook his head as If at the incom
prehensible motives of men who could
have no fair reasons now for delay.
lie made n sudden violent action
thnt was more thnn n straightening
of his powerful frame. It wns the old
Instinctive violence. Then he faced
north. Madeline rend his thought,
knew he was thinking or her, calling
her n lust silent farewell. He would
serve her to his last brenth, leave her
free, keep his secret. Thnt picture of
him, dark-browed, flre-eyed, strangely
sad nnd strong, sank Indelibly Into
Mndellne's heart of henrts.
The next Instant ho wns striding
forward, to force by bold nnd scorn
ful presence n speedy fulfillment of
bis sentence.
Madeline stepped Into the door,
crossed tho threshold. Stewart stag
gered as if Indeed the bullets he ex
pected had pierced him In mortal
wound. Ills dark fnco turned wnite.
Ills eyes bad the rapt stare, the wild
fear of a innn who snw an apparition
yet who doubted his sight. Perhaps
he had called to her as the Mexicans
culled to their Virgin; perhaps he Im
agined sudden death had come un
awares", and this wns her 'innge op
pontine to blm in some other life.
"Who are you?" ho whispered,
She tried to lift her hands, failed,
tried ngaln, nnd held them out, tretn.
hi Ing.
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these homely spots.
Simply get an ounce of Othlne from an
drugglat and apply a little of It night and
morning and you should soon see that ever
the worst freckle have begun to disappear,
while the lighter ones have vanished en
tirely. It la seldom that mora than an
ounce Is needed to completely clear th
skin and gain a beautiful, clear complexion,
' He sure to ask for the douule-strengtt
Othlne, as this Is sold under guarantee ot
money back U It falls to remove frecliles.
Cuticura Soap
The Velvet Touch
For the Skin
Sotp 25c, Oiatnent 25 and 50c, Talcum 25c
W. N. U., LINCOLN, NO. 34-1923.