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The Marshal's Posse. McCalmont backed his team to the buck board, lifted the wagon tongue to the ring of the yoke bar and jumped to httch on the traces, just as Buck reined all standing to report. "There's a strong posse." says Buck, coming out from the Mule pass?maybe six ty riders, and they're shorely burning tho trail straight for this ranch." "Were you seen?" "No, seh." "Bowlaigs. Johnny, Steve, yo're mounted, so you'll collect the herd drive north and keep wide of the trail! Crazy Hoss. hold this team: Doc. throw my saddle on that sorrel and load north; Buck, make the camp search, and follow, closing all signs 'cept the wheel track! Jim, help the herders! Git a move on!" McCalmont had got through with the har nessing while he slung his orders; now he went to work smooth and quiet, pulling on his cheps (leather leg armor) and buckling his spurs while his cool eye searched the yard. "Buck," he called, "let the water drain out of that hoss trough. That water wouldn't look natural on an empty ranche." McCalmont brought Curly in his arms, bedded her down in the rig, drew the ground sheet over to keep off the sun and dust, and passed a lashing across. Alter that he locked the door of the cabin, and hung the key on Us nail. It was just that thoughtfulness in little plays which made McCalmont loom up great in his business. Two minutes after the first alarm he grabbed the reins, jumped to his seal, and drove off slowly from the yard, aiming to show by the tracks that Cocky Brown's old buckboard had not pulled out In a hurry. Buck and Crazy Hoss stayed to brush out a few spare tracks, put up the slip rails and follow. Kor all one could see at the little ranchita !>a SoleJad, the owner. Cocky Brown, had trailed off tor supplies to the city, then a couple of riders had happened along shortly after, and read the notice which was left for "L>ere Bill" on the door. McCalmont just poured his whip into the team as Buck came up abreast. "All set?" he asked. "All set, seh." "Can we get behind them hlUs befo' we're seen by the posse?" Buck looked back to the boys who were sweating the herd astern. "Yes," he shout ed, "I reckon. You done right smart, seh, to get Curly out'n that mess." "You'll be pleased to know, Buck, that my Curly is engaged to be mar led to this du Chesnay colt." Buck's face went white, but he just sptrred along saying nothing. A fold ot the ground shut out the ranch behind, a hill barred off the country to the left, and. If the posse could see the dust of the fly ing outfit, they might well mistake that for one of the whirlwinds which curve around the desert wherever the sun burns strong. "Buck," says McCalmont, "reach back to the skyline, and see if that posse puts out on our trail from the ranch. At dusk 1 quit this Grave City road and strike due east. If yo're delayed. Jest roll yo" trail light east for Holy Crawss. In the mawnlng we round up all the stock we can find thar, and pull out for lrome. You understand?" "I understand," says Buck, and swung, off for the skyline. The breaking out <? fe.il passions be stve, too, close-herding: me until supper, when the marshal came home. Hawkins, thoughtful to keep me out of mischief, made me bed down for the night In his barn: and I made no howl because here at Bisley. close to the boundary, I would get the first news of Jim and Curly. It made me sick to think how helpless I was to And them. In the morning a squadron of cav alry arrived by rail, had coffee In town, and trailed off In their harmless way to patrol the boundary for fear of somebody stealing .Mexico. I lay low, but mended a sewing machine which had got the fantods. according to Mrs. Hawkins. I treated the poor thing for inflammation of the squeam until It got so dead I couldn't put It to gether any more. My mind was all set on my lost kids out yonder In the desert, but Mrs. Hawkins grieved for the dead machine, and chased me out of the house. Just then came the marshal swift back from Bisley town on a bicycle. "Say. Chalkeye," he yelled, "I want you to saddle my mare, and get mounted your self! Pronto!" When I camc out with the horses I found him fondltng his shotgun, so I buckled on my guns, ajid inquired for the name of my enemy. "You know Cocky Brown?" he asked, as we rode down street. "I know he makes a flrst-rate stranger," says I. "His dog-gone son Is here In Bisley drunk, and lets out that old Cocky is getting rent for La Soledad. ' "Who is the locoed tenant?some poor tourist?" "It's that dog-gone McCalmont and his robbers!" "And yet. Mr Hawkins, you laid the blame on me for raiding La Morita! It makes me sick!" "Por raiding La Morita? Why, of course ?-McCaimont's robbers?the same gang ?which shot up the 'Sepulchre' crowd at Grave City. That explains everything! Wall, I'm sure sorry, old friend, that I laid the blame on you." "Mr. Hawkins," says I, "hadn't you bet ter tell the pony-soldiers that they're bark ing up the wrong tree?" "I will, and get their help in surprising that dog-gone McCalmont at La Soledad. A good Idea." That was his Idea, not mine, and I dis own it. Suppose that Jim and Curly Were hid up there at La Soledad? "We can get them or'nary hold-ups," say.? I indignant, "without being cluttered with a heap of military infants. Why, your half tledged, moulting cavalry would just get right in our way by tumbling all over thoir -selves." In the tftwn we found the citizens surging around for encouraging liquors before they hit the trail. They -were all bristling with pocket flasks a.nd artillery, some on mules, some, on sore-back plugs from the livery stable. Besides that there were heroes In sulkies and dog-traps and buckboards, war riors on bicycles, and three on a pioneer motor car. which blew up with a loud ex plosion In front of the Turkish Divan. Mixed in with that milling herd were seven of my La Morita raiders, howling for rob bers' blood, and gassing about the disgrace fulness of molesting frontier guards. Then they circled round a tenderfoot on a pinto horse, and told him how the robbers fed red hot coals t<o a prisoner. "Wall, I admire!" says the shorthorn. "Oh, you needn't believe me." says Lying Ike. "Ask Chalkeye here. He's truthful." "Stranger." says I. "allow me to intro duce you to Mr. Lying Ike. He has an im pediment in his truth, but otherwise will survive until he's lynched. Now, seh, the "HE SAT THERE A CORPSE." tween the cowboys and the Grave City citizens opened my eye to the fact that this city was getting a whole lot obsolete since the mines began to peter out. Its population of twelve thousand assorted criminals had shrunken away to mere survivaJs living to save the expense of funeral pomps. Counting in tramps, touriMts, and quite a few dogs, expected visitors and the dear departed, these ruins claimed a population of one thousand per sons, mostly esca-ped from penitentiary. It made me feel lonesome to think of such a tribe with Its mean ways, distorted intel lects and narrow views about me. On the other hand, there was Bisley, a sure live mining town in the Mule Pass, where the people were youthful, happy and sympathetic. After that melancholy vlctory of mine at I>a Morita I came butting along to Bisley, where I reckoned I could have a glass of lager beer without being shot to any great extent. Besides that. United States Marshal Hawkins lives there, who's always been a white man and a good friend to me. I found his house away up the gulch. aboVe Bisley City, and he being to home, just whirled right In. telling him how sick my heart was, and how my fur was all bristles. He said he*was disgusted with me for getting mixed up with local politics and robbers. Naturally I explained how I'd only .been acting' as second in a duel between Balshan non and that Hyan. He agreed I was modest In the way I put my case, and that I ought to be hanged some In the public Interest. "How about thi> robbers?" says he. "Is there robbers about?" says I. "Is tliar really now?" He snapped out news at the La Morita raid that very morning, and I own up I was shocked all to pieces when he told me what had happened to those fragile guards. "Why. man." says he, "it's all your do ing, and I had to wire for the dog-gone cavalry-"., "Cavalry?" says I. "Pore thtngs; d'you reckon they'll get sore feet?" "I opine," saye the marshal, "that you'll get a sore neck soon and sudden, you dou ble-dealing, cattle-stealing, hoss thief. Wbar do you think you'll go to whan you're lynchttd?" flo be went on denouncing around until It waa time to eat, then asked me to dinner. After that Mrs. Hawkins wu plenty aba marshal over yonder says that he yearns foi' your advice." That tenderfoot loped off joyful to teach the United States marshal, while I spoke to my cowboys like a father. "You moth-eaten bookworms," says I, "your Tories is prehistoric, and your lies Is relics. Now you want to encourage them pore toorists, 'cause we needs them. Toor Ists graze out slothful on the trail, they're noisy to warn their prey, and they flit like bats as soon as a robber shoots. Send all the toorists you can to tell good advice to Marshal Hawkins quick. As to the real folks who kin ride and shoot, beguile "em to feed, lend 'em up against the firewater, scatter 'em, delay! This marshal needs our help, you blighted sufferers. Do you want the marshal to get Jim and pore Curly Mc Calmont. you idiots?" So we scattered to help the marshal, send ing him earnest talkers while his fighting men went off and lost themselves. Did I act mean? I wonder sometimes whether I done right for Jim. for Curly. Dog-gone Hawkins was as mad as a wet hen. too hoarse for further comments when, after a couple of hours, he rode off alone to hunt robbers; so we had to follow to save the old maoi from being shot. I came up abreast as soon as I could, and In a voice all hushed into whispers, he just in voked black saints and little red angels to comfort me on a grid. I reckon it was 4 o'clock when our circus, all hot dnd dusty after a ten-mile ride, charged down upon La Soledad. The place looked so blamed peaceful that the marshal stared pop-eyed. "Wall, I'll be dog-goned!" says he, and let us riders trafflck around innocent, trampling out all the ground sign. When he saw Cocky's memorandum on the door of the shack he couldn't bear It any longer. "Chalkeyc," says he. "I'll be dog-goned If that ain't?'Gawn with the buekboard for grub.' If that ain't enough to scorch a yal ler dawg!" _ "And yet," says I. "you blamed us for hanging back!" "Wall," he groaned, "the drinks Is on me this time. Let's go home." But I knew Jim's handwriting, I knew that he and Curly were with the buekboard, I knew that the brains of McCalmont him self were behind a play Hke this. I looked up the Grave City trail, the way THINK OF WHAT THIS MEANS TO YOU The clean, handy, sealed package carriee this deli cious Tea In all of ita native fragrance and purity direct from the gardens to the conaumer. "SALADA" CEYLON AND INDIA TEA. Never sold In bulk. Black, Mixed or Green. Trial packets, 10c. 14,000,000 packets annual sale. To Wear With "Lingerie Waists" This is the famous "Lingerie' corset of the R & G "Tapering Waist line. 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I'm always getting misunderstood like that by people who ought to know better. You see. I had to shock old Hawkins or ho would notice at once that I aimed to follow the buekboard. "Cyclists," says I, "dawg traps, sulkies, buggies, waggons, soreback horses, mules, tenderfeet?look at yo' circus an say If that ain't enough to corrupt a long-hot n's mor als. Hello, look at that!" A man was coming down ftom the north lickety-split on a roan with a rangy stride. He wore sombrero, shirt,shaps with stream ing fringes, a brace of guns to liis belt. He rode with a cowboy" swing to his broad shoulders, an his face was black with rag? as he pulled up facing our crowd?guns drawn for war. "Boys," he shouted, "whar's yo' sheriff?" I followed Hawkins as he rode ui> to con front the stranger. "I'm I'nited States Marshal Hawkins. What's your dog-goned business that needs drawn guns?" "I'm Buck Hennessy. segimdo to the Robbers' Boost gang of outlaws, and my guns are to shoot if I see you flirt that smoothbore." "Your business?" "State's evitien-ce?take it or leave It!" "And who's yojir dog-goned evidence against?" "Against Capt. McCalmont, Curly, his? his son, and six others, robbers, and that polecat, Jim du Chesnay of Holy Crawss." "Wall, throw down your dog-gone guns; throw your dog-gone hands, and say 'Sir' when you dare to address an honest maji. Now you get olt'n that horse!" "Dog-goned Hawkins." says the robber. "I ain't no prisoner. I ain't yo' meat. I don't propose to hole up in yo' flea-trap calaboose, and I quit this hawss when I'm daid. Take my talk for state's evidence or go without!" "Chalkeye," says the marshal aside, "is he covered." "Say the word and I drop him." "All right. Now, Hennessy. at the first break you die You may talk." "McCalmont's outfit," says Buck, "is breaking for Holy Crawss. Tomorrow mawning they round up cattle and then they drive right home to Robbers' Roost." "You're going to guide us. Mr. Dog-goned Robber, or get plugged as full of holes as a dog-goned sieve." "Guide you?" says Buck, and spat at him. "Guide you? I wouldn't be seen daid witn yo' tin-horn crowd of measly, bedridden toorists. I cayn't Insult you worse than say ing that yo' mother was a sport, yo" fa ther hung and their offspring a skunk. Now all you deck of cowards " He let drive with both Ms guns, but 1 shot first, and on4y just in time. One bullet grazed my ear. the other killed a horse; but my shot had done Its work and spoiled his aim. His eyes rolled up white, his face went dead, he sat there a corpse in the saddle for maybe a minute, until I yelled, and the horse shied, and the body lurched forward, crashing to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust which was red with the sunset. (To be continued tomorrow). Ban Aground in Fog. The bugeye Kathleer while coming up the river In the heavy fog of yesterday morn ing went ashore on the point of mud or the river flats on the lower side of tne Georgetown channel at the entrance to the harbor. The little craft remained ashore but a short time, when her crew succeed ed In getting her afloat, and she came up to the city and berthed in the dock at the loot of 11th street. The grounding of the vessel was caused by ail the channel rruarkg being hidden by the fog, and she misled her course coming Into the harbor Sne was not at all injured by going ashore in the soft mud of the flats. The vessel has about 40,000 feet of lumber aboard for a Washington firm. Illness of Mr. Charles Carter. Mr. Char-lea Carter of the firm of Carter & Ballard, Is seriously 111 at his home in this city of a stomach trouble that the physicians attending him have not yet diagnosed. It is feared he will have to un dergo a serious operation before he can recover hla health. Capt. Frank Hints, master of the tug U. M. Key, la on a vacation or a lew days, which he will spend M his home in Alex andria. Daring Capt. Klnts's absence Capt. Jack Taylor will bare command t ttrt SYLVIA RETURNS TO NAVY. Maryland Naval Militia Turn Yacht Over to Regular Officer*. The naval yacht Sylvia, which has boerj the training ship of the Maryland naval militia since 1>CW, has been turned over to the J'nited States naval authorities, and Is now at the Norfolk navy yard being overhauled and put In condition for service again. When the work on the Sylvia is I completed It Is stated she will go Into commission as one of the training squad ron. and with the yachts Siren and Heir less will be used In acquainting 'lie near men who ship in Hie navy from the southern states their duties as men-of varsmen. The Sylvia will Ik- the largest vwl In the training service. l.IKe mo*t of the naval yachts, the Sylvia came into the naval service during the war Willi 8|<ain. She was formerly the Knglish-built pleasure yacht of the same name, and was built at Olasgow In 1H>C. She Is a vessel of 56.7 tons' burden, is 19) feet long. feet wide and 10 feet deep. She Is schooner rigged, lias an Iron hull, and her speed is nine knots per hour, making tier the slowest vessel of the training fleet. It Is stated the Maryland citizen sailors have the promise of a larger vessel.- one better adapted for the mllltla training service. Automobiles are now In demand. If you want to buy or sell a second-hand one a little ad la the automobile classified column of The Star will probably do the business. Try it. Schooner Raymond Oliver Sold. The two-masted schooner Kaymond Oli ver, a well-known trader to this city, wltn oysters and other cargoes aboard, has been purchased by Mr. James Berry of this city from Capt. Frank Owens, and the vessel Is lying in port here waiting the deter mination of her new owner as to what he proposes to do with her. The Kaymond Oliver was built at St. Catherine's Bay, Md? in 1JJU4. and is an able little craft. She is a vessel of ten tons' burden, is 41.2 feet long. 15.5 feet wide, and 4 feet deep. It is stated that the new owner of tns vessel will tit her out for the nshlng season on tVio river during the coming spring. Russian Cruisers at Colombo The Vladivostok squadron, consisting of the cruisers (Iromolwl, Bogatyr and Rossla. arrived at Colombo, Ceylon, Sunday. The cruisers are stilt at Colombo. The Russian cruiser squadron reported at Colombo left Vladivostok two months ago. Policeman Thomas Mair. who was shot early Sunday morning at Charleston. W. Va., by his wife through Jealousy, died yesterday. The woman is In Jail. QxtaviAi No daugerous ilrug* or alitrtjolic concoctions are taken into the stomach when Hyorael i? used. 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