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WESTESN KANSAS WORLD
f louts AatLor of "The Wings of the Morning, TfceTerms of Surrender, "Number Novelized from the Series of Photoplays of the Same' Name Released by Pa the. T Y esrrMHT. V JVJin Burton, a worker In a steel mill, - mMenly inherits an English title and $10, He decides be will spend his life, r Beeessarr, in an attempt to solve the wstioo "Is Humanity in the Grip of ET" Farn episode of this series forms m distinct story in Itself depicting his ex- tn nls search lor the truth. ELEVENTH EPISODE Mammon and Moloch. Intervention In the Open. ja.pL. Richard P. Markham, com xaaatlinz Troop B, Twenty-first United JScales cavalry, emerged- through the flap of a field-service tent, straight eI bis well set-up, alert frame, and mnurefced with careful eyes the far Hans vista presented by. an open, val 1 f the Rio Grande. The blue hills f Mexico were already steeped in shadow, but the setting sun was still faiKil enough in the heavens to flood "rh light the waters of the river and YJae frearle slope on the American side of the frontier, to which clung that tuaint mixture of picturesque adobe lists and ugly modern buildings, known km the town of San Jose. The camp lay athwart a rough road which led from the town to the river, auid reaching Mexican territory by a Xrvstle bridge. A jraont-looking troop sergeant-ma-Jo-, whose appearance suggested that slrel springs anil leather had re-I3rti"r-5 hones aud flesh in his anatomy, the officer's attitude. iXo news of the patrol yet, sir?" he inquired, halting at the salute. "Xoae, Smithson," said Markham. "They oujrht to he showing up soon. Xlave a cigarette." X certain silent constraint endured for a minute while the two blew mti-s ! hi of smoke into the thin air. TSMsaje thought dwelt In both minds, s-c&fi wafier cared to give utterance to Tlat placid, brooding landscape "was deceptive. At any instant red f"azI war might spring from some im&Ic-n lair. They had to be pre lard for it daily, hourly prepared In fee pitifully inadequate way possible i une depleted troop of a regiment -fcaryed with guarding 10O miles of th frontier. - "Here comes, the "patrol now," and, try as he might, Dick Markham could act conceal the new note of relief in Jus voice. - The small party dismounted at a lit--fcle cEat&ftee, and the corporal came on -atone He saluted, and stood at at--tenlioo. - V made the full round, sir," he -s&M. "and were delayed an hour or nunre by investigating the story of a peon who said that a strong body of rebels came north yesterday afternoon. TUey broke camp, however, about four o'clock and disappeared through the JCarroya canyon." ""The Carroya," repeated Markham la a puzzled tone, and his eyes and the serjjMint-major'.s forthwith sought the saise gap in the serrated mountain -rids. "That heads due sou'west?" Yes, sir," said the corporal. Tliere's no doubt about it," he added. ""We followed their track a little wajs." At tJmt he grinned, and the ghost a smile flitted over the face of each rf his hearers. "Tou are quite sure, Jones?" in t"J5irl Markham gravely, after a slight "Quite sure, sir." '" 'Then that's all right . . . Ser-geant-inajor, see that this patrol is rvlieved from duty for the next twen-jry-Jar hours if practicable." The -second mess call rang out, and 'tin canrp assumed an even busier as jwrt. ilarkham's practiced eye took ft ... -IP "M Lovb You! I Can Save You!" in every detail. With a sigh, for he lMttl the dull routine of office work, fee iivpd under the flap of the tent and gifeEBxed Into figures once more. SsLKldenly. as Though Medusa's teeth been sown in that arid soil, the seemed to vomit forth a horde C KaliopiBg. yelling, death-dealing outlaws! They came, not tie river, as Impossible direc I I 1 I. 1 V. nn Tracp" "The Pillar 17, Etc.- . fi. rr lounTuor tion in the circumstances, but from a deep gully on the Texas side of the stream," through which a trail led to a strip of barren country on the north west. San Jose numbered only 300 inhabitants, all told, and of these bare ly twoscore men were armed or phy sically capable of self-defense, while the "soldiers, as has been seen, were taken at a disadvantage, and might easily be cut to pieces before they could offer organized resistance. This attack on an American commu nity wore the thin disguise of patriotic motive, but its true purpose was re vealed by the action of every marau der, both leaders and rank and file, in not losing a second before beginning the congenial task of plunder. True, their Irecognlzed chief, none other than Sebastian Pancho in person, con trived to urge on some of his follow ers In a swift dash on the camp. Markham, astounded by the tornado of yells and musketry, grabbed a re volver and . rushed bareheaded into the open. He took in the situation at a glance, ana " his soldier s heart quailed momentarily in the natural belief that the watch and ward his troops maintained over the district had failed most lamentably. He noted at once that the enemy had given him a few most precious seconds of respite. Not more than 100 men were racing down on the camp, whereas five times that number were j available, and could have swept the small body of .Americans into eterni ty before they could even reach their plied arms and ammunition belts. Al ready the startled troopers were as suming some semblance of order, and Markham's voice reached them in high, clear notes. Number four section will prevent the horses from being stampeded ! The remainder will form on their section leaders ! Aim low ! Stop this first rush !" He was obeyed to the letter, for these hardy American boys were al ready veterans in frontier warfare, and knew instinctively how to act for the best, even In the trying conditions of a surprise attack. It was no antiquated rifle which these Mexican cut-throats carried. Markham recognized at once that they were armed with a thoroughly up-to-date weapon. ' And now the United States troopers took a deadly toll of the oncoming enemy. Pancho quickly found himself advancing alone. An incomparable horseman, he swung a hardy mustang almost at a right angle as he changed his course. He must have borne a charmed life, since bullets passed through his hat and jacket, and lodged repeatedly -in the heavy Mexican sad dle, without inflicting any serious wound on either man or animal. Thenceforth, of course, discipline es tablished its superiority. The caval rymen advanced in open order, and a machine gun detachment brought a withering fire to bear along the main street. The savage pandemonium passed away almost as speedily as It com menced. Soon San Jose was quiet, save for the weeping of women and children and the groans of the wound ed, while the rebel band fled over the hills closely pursued by the infuriated troopers. By Markham's side rode the stern-visaged sergeant-major. They drew - rein tor a moment when they came upon a crumpled body lying in the scrub. It was Jthe sentry who should have given warning of the en emy's approach. 0 i He had been stabbed between the shoulder blades. - A desultory fight went on till dusk fell. Scattered units of flying rebels and Infuriated Americans crossed the Rio Grande by a ford and passed far Into Mexican territory on the right bank of the river. At last, when dark ness set in, Markham recalled his men by long-drawn trumpet blasts. On the way back to the town the young officer ascertained the facts of the raid from a prisoner. He was Im mensely relieved to find that the re port brought by the patrol was cor rect in every detail. : Pancho had dou bled back from the frontier, only to turn again under cover of the night, and cross the river at a point well above the line for which B trcop was responsible. Then, well served by spies and traitors among the half breeds claiming American citizenship, he secreted his fcrce In a canyon until the hour seemed ripe for the assault on San Jose. Markham. fully exonerated from the slightest shadow of blame when his commanding officer had investigated the affair, not only confessed that he and his men had enjoyed the time of their lives, .but was openly envied by every officer in the regiment. Another man, young as Markham, enthusiastic as he in love of country, ready ashe to spend and be spent in that country's cause, glowed with righteous wrath when he read the news flashed to a faraway Eastern city. . ' John Burton, tenth marquis of Cas tleton, had never been so angry in his life, "All that bad gone before, the of Light," JgSa Insults and rebuffs he encountered in a vain struggle against the evil which seemed to be Inherent in humanity, were innocuous as dust In a summer gale compared with the lash of this national Indignity. American men; women and children had been slain,' an American town given over to ruth less brigandage. John Burton read, and his stern face whitened with rage and determination. He picked up a telephone. " - "That you, Rogers?" he said, ad dressing the manager of a manufactur ing plant in which he had a controlling interest. - - "Yes, Mr. Burton," came the answer, for' John had forbidden the use of his title. ' "Do you know of this scandalous af fair in Texas?" , Why, yes," and -the voice almost chuckled. "Haven't 'I been trying for weeks to persuade you" that some thing must be done? During my trip to Chihuahua three months ago, I saw on every hand signs of the fate in store for us if the nation wasn't aroused." "You were right," said John grimly. "Count on me for the utmost support in future. "- Arrange a 'preparedness' meeting for tomorrow night. Spare no expense. Someone must raise the fiery torch ! Let it be lighted here ana now !" Intervention From the Inside. Burton, a worker in metals during some of the happiest years of his life, had gone back to his old love. A lo cal manufacturing plant, dealing with automobiles and bicycles, had been driven into bankruptcy by bad man agement and lack of capital. A young and energetic nag, that same Rogers who spoke over the telephone, had persuaded Burton to buy the concern In conjunction with several other no tables of the iron and steel trades. The reconstruction had come too late, however, to share xn the first boom re sulting from the European war." "Very unwillingly, John had been coerced by his colleagues on the board of direc- ! tors into equipping the works for the production of munitions. By reason of his money. Burton was appointed president, but he little dreamed how thoroughly Rogers, the manager, had manipulated matters. European orders for arms and ammu- "Yoii Are Not. Engaged nition had already been gobbled up by hundreds of old-established works in all parts of the country. A newcom er found it difficult to obtain any share of the. trade. "Purchasing agents de manded the warranty of experience and unquestioned excellence in " the finished article, so Rogers had to run the works at their maximum output, yet bide his time ere picking up any part of the golden shower corning from Europe. Obviously, if America her self caught the craze for armament, the trick would be done, and the Bur ton & Rogers Iron and Steel company put on the solid base of prosperity. Rogers looked only to the end. He was absolutely unscrupulous as to the means of obtaining it. - Rogers was a man of mystery. He called himself a cosmopolitan, and said that he was a citizen of the world. When asked what nationality he was, he always evaded the question. While he lived and carried on his business in the United States he never voted. John passed a full day prior to the meeting in the Convention ball. Some how, his name figured prominently in the , new movement, and telegrams poured in on him from all parts of the country. - Before the meeting began he was met by Rogers, who introduced an un known lady as one deeply interested In the capture and punishment of Se bastian Pancho. ,In the hurry of the moment John gathered only that she was a Mrs. Madge Kerr, whose hus band had been killed during a small frontier alTray which took place long before San Jose loomed into such prominence. She was a very good-looking woman, young, attractively dressed, and nota bly elegant in her movements. Had Burton given a thought to the mat ter, he would have decided that such an exotic must have been remarkably i f J hi fw .ViMfl out of place on a ranch. In literal fact, she was a clever but hitherto dis appointed actress whom Rogers had chosen to play a leaffing part in a drama of real life. - The astute manager guessed that the simple-minded president of the com pany would surely invite Mrs. Kerr to share his box at the meeting, and that very thing John did at once,, none of .his disastrous experiences having up rooted his fixed belief in the finer qual ities of womanhood. Rogers proved a most effective or ator. Retaining a well-conceived ad dress until the psychological moment, he swept a crowded meeting off its feet by an impassioned plea that ev ery man and woman in America should unite in upholding the flag. His words raised the audience to a delirium of enthusiasm. When he sat down, cheer after cheer rang through the great building. At last silence was restored. The chairman was about to call on an other speaker, who would second the "preparedness" resolution proposed by Rogers, when Madge Kerr attracted every eye by rising and leaning well over the front of the box which she shared with Burton and some of his co-directors. Her beautiful face was pale with emotion, her fine eyes were ablaze with tragic fire. ' "I, a weak woman, have a message for you men of America !" she cried, her well-trained voice reaching every ear and Its pathos touching every heart. "It is brief, but very much to the purpose. Get Pancho! Get Pan cho! Get Pancho!" v Thrusting a hand into ber bodice, she produced a small American flag and held it aloft! That supreme moment gave Madge Kerr the chance of her life, and she seized it with magnificent abandon. Her success was instantaneous. Nev er again would she be compellel to fawn on theatrical agents or pester managers already bewildered by the ever-increasing mob -of applicants for stage honors. Now they would hunt her in droves. She had become a no tability. That cry, "Get Pancho!" was destined to become the slogan of a great party In the state, a party of which Madge Kerr, the actress, was recognized as at. once the mouthpiece and the prophetess. Truly, she did then look inspired. Small wonder if men shouted them- in Woman's Work, Senora.' selves hoarse, and well-balanced minds forgot the dictates of common sense. Apparently overcome with emotion, she sank back out cf sight. Burton imagined that the frail woman had bent under too great a strain. IIe,little dreamed that the -incident had been planned beforehand, and its effect cal culated to a nicety. - He was so concerned about her that she played, up to him with a skill she had seldom displayed in her profes sion. At the close of the meeting he Insisted on driving her home In his car. With well-feigned hesitation, she told him her story -hovr she and her husband lived happily on a ranch near Chihuahua, until the day when Pan cho rode up to their homestead, shot Mr. Kerr at sight, and offered a help less woman the vilest indignity his de praved mlhd could conceive; This thrilling story provided the last straw .so far as John Burton was con cerned. He entered heart and soul into a political campaign designed to bring about the introduction of -Amer ican law. and order into disturbed Mex ico. He backed the "project with all his energies and accumulated wealth. At his own cost he recruited . and equipped a company among his' own fellowworkers, "and his services were recognized by the government by the bestowal of a' temporary commission. With him, traveling west on a troop train, were Rogers and Madge Kerr, the latter now the accredited corre spondent of a ringjof important news papers. . She had contrived to make herself one of the leading figures in the punitive expedition. - - This. is not a record of war but of suffering, so the main incidents of the campaign may be passed over without comment. It -is one thing to whoop up "preparedness" In a public meeting, but quite another to lead troops against . the enemy."-. -Burton" had a great deal to learn and mnch to oc cupy his mind, -and many a-day of hard routine -work had to pass before a stony-eyed general adjudged him and his men adequately fitted to stop , a gap in the fighting line. One day, a day differing in no re spect from many" others which had gone before, John was asked to sanc tion a bit of scout work along a moun tain track leading well into the inte rior. An experienced sergeant was anxious for the duty, but, to the young commander's open dismay, Madge Kerr was wishful to accompany him. The sergeant promised that the lady would not be allowed to run any need less risks, so, against his better judg ment, John gave the requisite permis sion. In so doing he quite unwittingly fired a train which metaphorically blew up a powder magazine, .because Madge and the sergeant- were cap tured, and by no less important per son than Sebastian Pancho hmiself ! It was a singular fact, when the pair was brought into the outlaw's -camp, and Pancho discovered that one of his prisoners was a woman, there" could not be the slightest doubt that the two had never met before ! The ser geant was treated roughly, and bound in merciless cowhide thongs, but Pan cho affected an almost chivalric air in addressing Madge. "You are not engaged in woman's work, senora," he said, sweeping off his sombrero with a flourish, "but far be it from me to offer the slightest incivility to one of your beauty. , And now that I can look at you closely, let me congratulate you on being a most charming soldier !" He ran a bold eye over her faultless linoti Hilt- Hi mr- 1 f rw'Vi ITaM ! was a man, a mere male creature whose untamed passions and unpleas ant attributes were very much on the surface, and well she knew how to handle him. She smiled defiantly. "Your repute has gone before you, sennr," she cried. "No one has ever imagined that you make war on women !" . . Assuredly, the situation was match less n its irony. Here was Madge Kerr, the new Joan of Arc who had enfiamed her country with her cry of "Get Pancho !" tellirjg that arch villain himself thai he was regarded by his opponents as a sort of Chevalier Bay ard ! A-d here was the man who had wronged her quite evidently the will ing slave of an unknown goddess ! There was only one tent In the tum bledown Camp, and the rebel leader in dicated with a fine gesture that it was wholly at the senorita's disposal. With much ceremony and florid worJs, he lifted the .flap and bowed her within. Madge did not know that Pancho's fatuous admiration had been witnessed with acute disfavor by a handsome half-caste girl who approached while these courtesies were being exchanged. Had Rogers been present he could have watched her, because Pancho and Rogers had become very Intimate dur ing the latter's visit to Chihuahua, and everyone knew that the vividly pretty Juanita was deeply enamored of the bandit. Meanwhile, Burton was not only much worried by the failure of the sergeant and Mrs. Kerr to return, but had given further cause for discomfit ure by a regrettable discovery made that day. A neighboring picket had surprised a small group of rebels and captured several of them. These men were brought in, and their arms were examined with interest. Their rifles, very serviceable weapons, were marked with the letters "B" and "R.'Mndosed in .a diaraond-shaped device." In a word, they were the output of the Bur ton and Rogers foundry ! How had these guns reached Mex ico? It was a question hard to an swer. When John put it to his man ager, the latter professed the ' utter most bewilderment. He counseled re ticence, however. "There's no use in making a song about It," he said doggedly. "Gun run ning is nothing new on this frontier, and our stuff may have passed through many hands before it reached those of Pancho." Perforce, John had to remain con tent, but be knew in his heart that the explanation was a lame one, and de termined to sift the matter to the ut most at a more convenient period. Strong patrols were sent out, but no news of the missing pair was received until the sergeant himself rode in at sunset on the second day. He told an exciting story. "Mrs. Kerr has managed to get into the good graces of Pancho." he an nounced. "But she's in a nastier fix than she guesses, because Pancho's girl. Juanita, is mad with jealousy, and even let me escape so that I might guide troops to the camp.- By that means she counts on getting s-juare with Pancho and the lady!" - This statement, unsavory In many respects, could have but one outcome. A strong force, was gathered hastily. j as guide. ... - - I The attack began at dawn, and de I veloped rapidly into a battle of some ! iuagiiitude, since your true Mexican ' outlaw sleeps in his clothes and Is ' never parted from horse or rifle. The well during his captivity, warned Bur- i ton that the bandits would attempt' to escape by a certain path through ! ! the hills, which, however, could be ap- J have the straight tale now. This trou j proached in its turn by way of a later- ble needed engineering, and you were ! al canyon, thus exposing the enemy to I a successful flank attack. The affair 1 progressed exactly along the expect ! ed lines, and the Mexicans, caught be- tween two fires, fought like rats in a pit. . - Oddly enough, Pancho himself could have escaped, as he headed a strong contingent which contrived to smash Its path along- the selected line of re treats But he discovered that. Madge Kerr had been left behind, and, liter- ; ally daring everything for her sake, rode back into the camp, where a hot -fight was now reaching its Inevitable end. Groups of Mexicans, deprived of their horses by the first batch of their compatriots, were selling their Uvea dearly, or surrendering . when any no- -tlce was taken of their frenzied sig nals. . - : The ring of steel and leal was fast closing in, yet Pancho did not fly, but continued his search. At last he "found 1 IM tfr, -iiia-lA, SAiZiX? Juanita Is Mad With Jealousy. iit-r, cowering ieiu:iu a(viIe or empty ammunition boxes. . "Come with me !" he crie-.l passion ately. "I love you! I can save you!'; In a few months I will make you" a She refused, whereupon the Mexi can, renderel frantic by tlie thought that he would probably lose her for- ' ever now, clasped her to his breast. She uttered a choking appeal that he would save himself, and the infatuated man interpreted the words as convey ing a hint that she returned his love. So he relaxed his grip, and, wrench ing herself free, the girl angrily bade ' him go, since the American troops were now within a few yards of her. At that Instant a Mexican woman., none other than Juanita, came from some hiding place In the camp, and, noting the imminent danger of her one-time lover's position, sped swiftly to his rescue. Pancho 1 leaped to re gain his horse, but was brought down by a bayonet thrust, which inflicted a serious though not vital wound. His assailant shortened the rifle for anoth er stab, but the unhappy Juanita flung herself on Pancho's body and received the steel intended for hiiu. , The battle was now ended. Burton was overjoyed at finding Madge Kerr safe and sound. But his delight was shortlived. In the confusion Rogers drew near. "Pancho is not dead," whispered the manager. . "None of the men has rec ognized him. Let hirn. be takeu back . to his own people on a safe conduct." . "Pancho?" cried Burton, looking at the wounded man in amazement. "Is this he?" "Of course it is." "Tint- how comes It that vou know - him?" ' ' ... "Why shouldn't I know him? II must be allowed to escape. I tell you. If he dies, our concern will never get the money for the rifles I sold him." "You infernal traitor !" roared John. ' He saw red, and would have struck his companion, but Rogers fumbled in a pocket, and produced a typed sheet which- he thrust viciously before his eyes. . - - "You fool !" he muttered. "Don't think you are not as deep in the mud as I am. Look at this !" , Even in the stress of the moment. John forced himself to read. The doc ument was brief. It ran : March 21. 19TC. Received of Messrs. Burton and Rog ers two thousand dollars in payment for. my services in the campaign for intervention and for .myself in per suading John Burton to finance it. (Signed) MADGE KEKR. The woman herself had witnessed the -scene between the two men and was now striving to assume an air of indifference.' "Is this true?" demanded John brok enly, holding out the accusing paper. "Why shouldn't it be?" she retorted with sullen brazenness. "One has to live somehow." A new light dawned on her unhappy. "Had you ever met Pancho before the last two days?" he inquired. "No, she said. "You had better too easy.' Burton groaned aloud. . He almost reeled as he put a hand to his eyes in a vain effort to shut out-the horrible reality. All,' all. were false friends patriotic motives, even the most sa cred name of womanhood. N In that mortal hour how could he fail to be lieve that Humanity was in the Grip of Evil? . i . (END OF ELEVENTH EPISODE.) '