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i "WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU?" SynopsisSenor Antonio de la Guerra, a fine old Spaniard living on his ancestral estate on the American side of the Mexican bor der, is informed by his American lawyer, Dempton, that there is a technical error In his will. He thereupon signs anew will, without reading it. While this is going on his adorable granddaughter and heiress, Senorita Teresa, is out on her rose-covered balcony listening to American love-making from Billy Stanway, owner of the Painted Rock ranch. Teresa goes to Join her grandfather andfindshim gone, with the drawing room in disorder and blood on the floor. The Amer ican takes command of the situa tion. CHAPTER IIIContinued. "Twenty-flve,M 1 replied Gaucho promptly. "Good," cried Stanway. "Take twenty men with yon send the other five to the house. Pronto, Gaucho." Gaucho turned and ran, calling to bis vaqueroa as he went "Pedro," called Stanway to the chief of the house servants. "Aqu'I, senor." "Have the doors and windows shut, the shutters locked. When Gaucho sends the five men, put one of them upon the senorlta's balcony, the oth ers at the windows, especially the south windows, Pedro. Then put out all the candles and be silent, all of you. "No one goes to bed again tonight. Each one, man and woman, find a gun of some sort. I do not think that there Is danger, but remember that the border Is just there, remember that they have taken the good senor from you, remember that we are leav ing the senorita in your protection." He spoke swiftly and turned to follow Gaucho out into the dark. Te resa, who had been watching him in silence, came to him and put her hand upon his arm. "Senor Billy," she whispered. "You are going with Gaucho and the rest?" "Yes," he answered shortly. "You are safe here they do not dare an open attack in United States territory. And no doubt we shall be back before morning." *vfhat have they done with hlmr gfce was asking, trying to speak stead ily. "What do thinkdid they" She broke off. He could see her lips trembling. One of the Indian women, through habit beginning to tidy the room, moved the rug Stanway .bad placed by the table, discovered the stain, went down on her hands and knees, and then rose with shriek. "Sangrel" She cried. "Jesus Maria! Sta muertol He Is dead. They have killed him. The beloved senor, who was so good" Stanway strode back to her, taking her by the shoulders and commanding ber to stop her noise and go help Pe dro lock the doors and windows. But Teresa had heard they bad all heard. She stood very still then, looking tall and slender and white. "Go to the doors snd windows as the American senor commands," she said steadily. "Leave no light to show that anyone Is awake Do whatever Pedro tells you to do, in swiftness and In silence. I shall come to /we what you are doing in a moment now. Go." They left aa she commanded, In swiftness and silence. The doors closed behind them, and Teresa turned her great eyes, full of dread and suf fering, upon Stanway. "You saw It before?" He nodded. "You think that they havekilled bimr "No," he cried, more assurance In his voice than in his heart "It means nothing if there la a little blood after men have struggled aa they must have fought here. And If they killed him, then why carry the body with them? He la alive he must be." "Yes," she answered, "I should feel it here." Her hands were pressed tight upon her breast "Now go with them, Senor Billy. Yon are good to us." "Good to myself," he laughed back t her, trying to speak easily. Stanway passed oat Into the patio, running toward the corrals where he had left his own horse saddled under a live oak. As he ran he heard the girl's voice caning to him: "Remember, Senor Billy, that you mn riding across the border tonight Into Mexican territory. There Is dan ger there. And well, perhaps there Is one who will pray fat your speedy and safe return." He saw the Sutter of her gown through the misty moonlight swept off his hat called back a cheery word, and ran on. He saw a group of men mounted or mounting new, at the corral, and knew Gaucho and his vssjneros were ready. He could see the stint of the pale night light upon the rifles In their lean brown hands. He found his own horse, a tall, res into the saddle, ts Gaacho, and then something was T" '&' keeping the men at the corral gate, that their voices were raised excitedly. Giving his mount the spur he dashed down to them. "Que es?" he called, half angry at the momentary delay. "What is it, Gaucho?" "I'll answer for Gaucho," came a deep, sonorous voice, unmistakably southern in accent. "It Is I, senor." "And you," snapped Stafiway. "Who the devil are you?" "One who is not accustomed to be ing addressed as If be were a mes- tizo," with a certain haughtiness which rode well upon the deep music of the voice. "Senor Don Eduardo Ramon Torre, at your service, senor!" "Oh, hI," grunted the American under his breath. And then, riding into the heart of the excited group, reining in his sorrel close to a deep chested black animal, Its hide glisten ing with sweat, he said shortly: "Well, Torre, what is It? We are In some thing of a hurry." Torre laughed. "We? So you are one of us, senor? Bueno. It is a pleasure to know." "He has met up with the raiders, Senor Stanway," Gaucho snarled. "He was riding this way from across the river. He is wounded, see?" Stanway saw that there was blood upon the young Spaniard's cheek, that there was along cut which might have been made by a grazing bullet. "Small reason we should loiter here," he said quickly. "What way did they go, Torre?" "South, naturally, senor," replied Torre evenly. "Gaucho!" cried Stanway then. "Scatter your men out as we ride so that we make a line a mile long when we come to the hills just across the .line. Let them keep a sharp lookout, and fire if they see the rebels. We must not get too far apart,\or we shall not be able to do anything. How many of them were there, Torr.e?" "I forgot to count, senor. I should say, fifty, perhaps." "We are twenty. That is enough. You are not coming with us?" "I think not Why, with so compe tent a leader as you, should I come also? No. I think," and he turned his horse toward the white walla of l Shall Remain Hera." the hacienda, "that I shall remain here with my kinswoman. There may be a second attack upon the rancho. Good hunting, senor." He turned his horse, and, sitting easily, gracefully in the deep Mexican saddle, rode away through the moon light Stanway, frowning after the retreating form, hesitated a moment Then, calling sharply to Gaucho Mo rales, he gave his horse the spur and turned southward. "You understand what we're doing, Gaucho?" he said sternly. "We're In vading Mexico, come right down to It We're not supposed to have any busi ness there just now. We've got to take care of ourselves." "SI, senor," muttered Gaucho at his aide. CHAPTER IV. Word From the Inaurrectoa. Moon paled, stars died,, the east flushed to the coming of the sun be fore they turned back from a fruitless quest riding again dose together toward the north. Stanway and Gaucho had kept upon the trail through the fields, the others spreading out to east and west as they rode that there might be no chance of missing the party they sought in the night But in an hour they had come Into a country where all tracks were mingled with the hoof marks of cattle and vaqueroa* ponies, and their trail was smothered and lost BSSBIBBl Shortly before midnight they hat come upon three men, ragged, ugly looking Mexicans, sleeping about a camp fire which was fast dying. The men knew nothing or professed at ignorance, Stanway could not tell which. After that nothing, although they had pushed many miles into the Mexi can country until t^iey realized the ut ter uselessness of riding farther. "We may as well go back, Gaucho," Stanway said at last "They will want ransom, I suppose. When they speak we'll know what to do." And reluctantly, his face black with the wrath upon him, Gaucho Moralea called to bis men to turn back. The sunlight lay bright and warm upon the oranges and their blossoms when they rode back to the rancho, Stanway threw himself from the saddle, a bit stiff' from long hours oi hard riding. Then, walking slowly now, loath to greet Teresa de la Guerra with news of their failure, he came into the patio. She was there waiting for him. "Nothing," he blurted out 'We have found nothing." "I know," she said quietly. She came toward him, putting out her hands. "You have been good to us, Senor Billy." He laughed a bit awkwardly. "I don't know how," he retorted. "I have done nothing. You have not been molested here?" She hesitated. He saw a quick frown gather her brows. Then, speaking lightly, she replied, saying: "No. But come you must be hun gry and tired out. Coffee is ready." He went with her to the broad-open doors. "Torre is here?" he asked, his eyei intent upon her face. The frown came again, and wai gone quickly. But he had seen It "He is here, yes. Asleep, I think He was wounded. You know?" "He is not badly hurt?" Her tired eyes, into which sleep had not come during the long night, grew brightly contemptuous. "It Is only his beauty which If harmed," she said swiftly. "Good morning, prima mla!" called a deep, laughing voice. "Ah, still with us, Senor Stanway?" Torre, debonair in the dark, youth ful beauty of him, greeted them at th doorway. "Certainly Senor Stanway Is stlL with us," said Teresa coolly. "He It my guest, my grandfather's friend Senor Torre!" Torre laughed and lifted his shoul ders. "Enter," he said with a graciousness which was In some strange way vague ly Insulting It was as though be wen the master here, and because of hir generosity not only Stanway but th girl as well were allowed upon th premises. Now It was Teresa who flushed "Come, Senor Billy," she said qui etly. "We are going to have coffee together." For the fraction of a second the two men stood fronting each other their level eyes filled with challenge, with a mistrust which was little lest than hatred. Then the Spaniard, bowing again turned away, with a alight smile play ing under the small, pointed mustache, and Stanway followed his hostess. Pedro himself superintended the serving of the simple breakfast. "Senorita," Stanway said at last, pushing back his chair, "I should like to go back to the drawing room. There might be something there to give ui a hint that will help us." "SI," she said, "I had thought oi that I looked last night carefullj after you bad gone." "You found nothing?" "Nothing that I could understand,' she answered quietly. "Something I could not" He looked up at her quickly. hU eyes full of question. "This," she answered, not waiting for him to speak. She placed a folded paper before him. He glanced at it frowned, looked again, and turned once more to her. "It la his will. Dated last night But why baa he made a new oner' "Read it" as quietly aa before though her eyes were brightening witt some surge of emotion he could not guess. THE TOMAHAWK. WHITE EARTH. MINN. Stanway to Torre: "You cant get away with a thing like this. Explain it (TO BE CONTINUED.) What la Mefueaiir "Mofossir la a Hindoo word mean ing "the provincial or rami districts" as opposed to the towns. The Gasr getic delta Is the land deposited bj the river Ganges Is India at its moot* forming an extensive tract of very rid otL The whole phrase refera to thosf rich, fertile districts near the rooutt of the Ganges, where great fstctidsf of rice sis grows. 1 MIGHT GET IT RIGHT SOON youthful Sunday School Teacher by No Means Disconcerted by First Rather Wild Statement She Is fifteen and teaches a Sunday school class of ten little girls. That they might "learn to keep and do them," she bade them commit the twelve commandments. The day for the utterance of the "twelve" statuses arrived. The little girl on the end seat was vailed on first. Glibly she repeated the ten. There was a pause. She was waiting for the approval of ber teacher. "Give the other two," firmly com manded the teacher. "My mother said there. were only ten, and that was more than anyone could keep, and she knows," retorted the assured lit tle end-seat girl. Nonchalantly the teacher began turning the pages of Revelation. She was working to Deuteronomy. ''Certainly there are but ten com mandments. How stupid. I was think ing of Proverbs. You know, my dears, there are twelve of those." Peace Epigrams. At a dinner the other night to Ed ward Price Bell, the well-known Amer ican journalist, several epigrams wove related about the peace terms. The Americans described it as "a peace with a punch." An English speaker said he had heard it described as "a peace with a vengeance." I may add as the expression of the feelings of the ordinary man who has had to work through the 10,000 words, that it is a peace that passeth under standing.Manchester Guardian. Not for Charlotte. Charlotte is the three-year-old daugh ter of a College avenue resident. One of the recent warm evenings she re moved her shoes and stockings and went over to the front porch of a neighbor to show her that she was barefooted. The neighbor said: "You tad better get on your shoes or you vill catch your death of dampness." Charlotte immediately replied, "Oh, no. have had it."Indianapolis News. In Short SellumHow's the market, Wright? WrightRotten I'm actually starv ing. Sold a bundle of we-thank-you for-the-submission slips yesterday to rhe junkman for enough to buy a pack age of Unlucky Hit cigarettes. As for checks, they're as scarce as crowned heads in Europe. 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At the master painters and decorat ors' banquet the other evening one of the guests said to a companion: "I notice a couple of doctors In the gathering." "Yes, I saw them, too," the other replied.- "How do you account for their pres ence here?" Jokingly the painter answered: "Oh, we are obliged to be very strict on account of the union." "How does that affect the doctors?" "Every doctor must have a working card, you know, so he will be able to paint with iodine."Youngstown Tele gram, That Might Help. Gwendoline de Vere gazed out of the window at the drizzling rain and the sloppy streets and sighed dismally, as she pondered on the misery of things in general. "Aye, I am heart hungry," she mur mured in thrilling accents to herself. "What, I wonder, can alleviate these terrible pangs of heart hanger?" Just then a voice came from the kitchen: "Come on, Gwen! Dinner's ready. Got liver and bacon today!" Real Guilt. 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