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MAN'S MAN & Peter B. Kune Author of "Cappy Ricks," "The Valley of the Giants," Etc. SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I.—John Stuart Webstar, mining engineer, after cleaning up a for tune Tn Death Valley. Calif., boards a train for the East. He befrlende a young lady annoyed by a masher,' thoroughly trouncing the "pest." CHAPTER II.—At Denver Webster re ceives a latter from Billy Ooary, hie clos ent friend. Oeary urges him to tome to Bobrante. Central America, to flnancs and develop a mining claim. He decides to go. CHAPTER III. - Doleraa Rusy, the poung woman .Webster befriended, and who has made a deep impression on him, aa he has on her, le also on ths way to Bobrante. CHAPTER IV.—At Buenaventura, capl. tal of Sobrante, Billy Deary, nllesa, le living on the charity of "Mothor Jenks." keeper of e dramshop. She re ceives a cablegram from Dolores, tolling of her coming III and pan S CHAPTER V.—Dolores' father, Ricardo .uey, president or Sobrante, had been filed In a revolution led by Sarroa, the present executive. Dolores, a child of •Ight, waa smuggled out of the country by Mother Jenks and supported by her In the United States. The old woman, ashamed of her occupation and habits of life, feara to meet Dolorea and sends Oeary to the bout to say ehe has gone to the United Statet. CHAPTER Vl.-Wfibit«r, on hli way to Sobrante, 1 b (aken ill on the train, and !• In a hospital at New Orleans two weeks. Qeary bungles hin mission, Dolo ree easily seeing through hie story. She C BetB Mother Jenka ae her friend and nefactor. Geary falls desperately in love with the girl CHAPTER VII.—At New Orleans, while waiting for the Rteamer to Buenaventura, webitor saves the life of a young man Who is attacked by two aiftaaelns. The Pouth leaves Webster without disclosing ■la Identity. CHAPTER VIII —On th« steamer Web Ster finds hie stateroom occupied by a S tranger who declares hie Intention of •Ing hla gueat to Buanaventura. At ft ret Webster and the stranger, after • somewhat forcible argument, reach an amicable agreement. Webster recognizes angered, tegument, reach an . _ Webster l__..._ film aa the youth whose life he had saved the day before, though the other does not know Webster. CHAPTER IX.—Arriving At Sobrante, Geary welcome* Webster and Is Instru mental In helping his friend's "gueRt" a eh ore The latter le known to Webster as "Andrew Bowers." Qeary houses him At Mothor Jenks'. Webster gets the Idea that Ooary and Dolores are in love, and with the Intention of giving Qeary every ehance he smilingly contradicts the girl's Statement that they have met hefore. CHAPTER X. - Webster receives s warning conveyed by "Don Juan Cafe taro." really John J. Cafferty. Irishman of good qualities fallen through overlndul • gonce tn liquor, that there la a plot to ass&aatnata him Webster makes a firm friend of Cafferty. Titer, the American ts Insulted by a Sobrnntenn nrrnv officer and publicly ridicules him to a duel conditions draw tt A challenge s accepted tinder such stern that the Sobranteaus with fi CHAPTER XI.—Webster secretly visits "Andrew Bowers" at Mother Jenks' He learna that "Bowers" Is Ricardo Ruey, son of the assassinated president brother of Dolorea (whom he believes dead) and that a revolution la contemplated Next morning he telle Dolorea that her brother, of whom ahe has no recollection la In the country, projecting the overthrow of President Sarroa Very much In love with the girl, hut believing that her af fection has been bestowed on Oeary . w « b ; t * r leaves to Investigate the mine which he haa corns to finance. CHAPTER XII.—Webster, after looking tt over, decides tn put his whole fortune Into the mine. He sends Billy Oeary to the United States to purchase the sary equipment, advising him to marrv Dolores In Buenaventura before he leaves Knowing that unless Ruey can overthrow Parroa hts mine will be confiscated. Weh ster agrees to finance the venture turning to Buenaventura, he Is astonished to find Dolores sttl! thera and Oeary on hts way to the United States necea Re CHAPTER Xin.— Dolorea tells weitst«, that Billy Oeary had asked her to him and that she had refused marry Amazed, hut entirely misunderstanding the situa tion. he accents the explanation He ex plains to Dolores how her brother has laid hts plans for the overthrow of S«r Wehster and Ricardo have a final ros understanding CHAPTER XIV.—The morning of the revolution Webster takes Dolores aboard the American steamer Rstrelltta w she can remain In safety A« »n Ameri can citizen he believes If his dutv to take no part In the conflict. Caffer'tv after being In the thick of It. returns to the ship to tell Wehster of the progress of the revolution which presages an early vtetorv for the forces of Ricardo Ruev CHAPTER XV —Dolorea and Webster, with Caffertv. return to the ettv Dolores meets Mother Jenks and the two pro eeed to succor the wounded On their wav to the president's palace Webster and Cafferty meet a party of President Sarroa' guards and tn the fight Webster Is wounded and Cafferty dies saving the life of the man he loved found and ministered to hv Dolorea and Mother Jenka here Wehster ta hot Tni afraid he'a surgeons have tiliu In this room now. Friend of yours. Miss?" lie Inquired In tones freighted with neighborly sympathy. Dolores nodded. ".Sorry 1 ran't let you In, Ml«s," he continued, "but the General ordered me to keep everybody out until tin doctors have finished looking him over. If I wa« you. I'd wait In that room across the hall ; then you can get the first news when the doctors come out.'' a goner. The Mother Jenks accepted his advice and steered her charge Into the room Indicated. As they waited. Ricardo Ruey stood anxiously beside the table on which John Ktuart Webster's big. limp body rejswed, while Doctor Pach eco. assisted by a Robrautean con frere, went deftly over him with sur gical scissors and cut Ihe blood-soaked <<|Htt|ln, V» ., 1.1« » . T "Be breathe« vary gently," the reoai leader said, presently. "la there any hope?" The little doctor ahrugged. "I faar not. That bayonat-tbruat In the left aide missed his heart hut not hla lung." "Rut apparently he haan*t bled much from that wound." "The hemorrhage Is probably in ternal. Kven If that congestion of blood In the lungs does not prove fatal very shortly, he cannot, in his weak ened state, survive the traumatic fever from all these wounds. It I« hound—hello, how our poor friend «till lives with the bayonet broken off In Ids body—for here Is steel—hah ! Not a bayonet, hut a pistol." He unbuttoned the wounded man'a coat and found a atrap running diag onally up across his breast and over the right shoulder, connecting with a holster under the left arm. The doctor unbuckled this strap and re moved the holster, which contained Webster's spare gun; Ricardo, glanc ing disinterestedly at the sheathed weapon, noted a small, new, triangu lar hole lu the leather holster. He picked It up, wltjulrew the piatol. and found a deep scratch, recently made, along the blued steel close to the vul canite butt. When Ricardo glanced at Pacheco after his scrutiny of the pistol and holater, the doctor's dark e.vea were regarding him mirthfully. "I have been unnecessarily alarmed, general." said Pacheco, dear friend has been most fortunate In hla choice of wound "He's a lucky Yunkee; that'« what he Is, my dear Pacheco. A lucky Yan kee!" Ricardo leaned over and ex amined the bayonet-wound In Web ster'« left side. "He took the point of the steel on his pistol he happened to he wearing under his left nrm," he went on to explain. "That turned the bayonet and It slid along his riba, making a superficial flesh-wound." Pacheeo nodded, merely burned the top of hla right shoulder. , while another pnsaed through his bleeps without touching the hone. His most severe wound la this Jab In Ihe hip." They stripped every stitch of cloth ing from Webster and went over him carefully. At the hack of hla head they found a little clotted blood from a small split In the scalp; also they found a Iniun of generous proportions. Pacheco laughed briefly but con tentedly. "Then lie Is not even seriously In jured?" Ricardo Interrupted that laugh. "I would die of fright If 1 had to f*gtit this flue fellow a month from today," the little doctor chirped. "The man Is In superb physical condition; It Is the hump on the head that ren ders him unconscious—not loss of bloial." As if to confirm this expert testi mony Webster at that moment breath ed long and deeply, screwed up his face and shook his head very slightly. Thereafter for several minutes J»e gave no further evidence of an active Interest In life—seeing which Pacheco decided to take prompt advantage of Ills unconsciousness and probe the wounds In his arm and shoulder for the fragments of clothing which the bullets must have carried Into them. After ten minutes of probing Pacheco announced thut he was through and ready to bandage; whereupon John Stuart Webster said faintly but very distinctly, In English; "I'm awfully glHil you are. Doc'. It hurt like h to get a bite on that fishing trip?" "Jack Webster, you scoundrel !" Ricardo yelled Joyously, and he shook the patient with entire disregard of the latter's wounds. "Oh, man, Tm glad you're not dead." "Your sentiments appeal to me strongly, my friend. Pm—too—tired to look—at you. Who the devil—are you ?" Fell a silence, while Webster pre pared for another speech. "Where am I?" "In the (Milace. We won pulled up. and that forty-thousand dollar bet of yours Is safe. I'll cash the ticket for you tomorrow morning." "D-n the forty thousand. Where'« my Croppy Boy?" "Your what?" "My wild Irish blackthorn, Don .ItiHn ^afetefo." "I h»|ie. old man, he has ere now that which all brave Irishmen and true deserve—a harp with a crown. In life the Irish have the hart» with out the crown, you know." "How did he die?" Webster whis pered. "He diet) hard, with the holes In front—and he died for you." Two big tears trickled alowly through Webster's closed lids and roll ed across hla pule cheek. "Poor, lost, lonesome, misunderstood wreck," he Murmured presently, "he was an ex tremist in all things. He used to alng "Our my "And this bullet ! Did you manag« a I a those wonderfully poetic ballads of hla people—1 remember one that began : 'Green were the field« where my foeo fatrfbrs dwelt.' I think his heart waa in Kerry—so we'll send him there. He's toy dead, Uleardn; care for hla body, because I'm—going to plant I ton Juan with the—sits mrocks. They didn't understand him here. He wus an exile—so I'm going to send him— home." "He shall have a military funeral," Ricardo promised. "Front the onthedral," Webster add ed. "And take a picture of It for his people. He told me about them. I want them to think lie amounted to something, after all. And when you get this two-by-four republic of yours going again, Kick, you might have your congress award Don Juan a thousand dollars or» for capturing Sar roa. Then we can send the money to his old folks." « "But he didn't capture Sarroa," Ricardo protested. "The man escaped when the guards cut their way through." "He didn't. TliHt was a ruse while he heat It out the gale where you found me. I saw Don Juan knock him cold with the butt of his rifle after rd brought down his horse." "Do you think he's there yet?" "He may he—provided all this didn't happen the day before yesterday. If T wanted him. I'd go down and look for him. Rick." "I'll go right away. Jack." "One minute, then. Send a man around to that little hack street where they have the wounded—It's a couple of blocks away from here—to tell Mother .leaks and the young lady with her I'll not he liHck." "They're both outside now. They must have gone looking for you, be cause they found you and Don Juan first and then told me about It." "Who told you?" "Mother .lenk».'' "Oh! Well, run along and get your man." Ricardo depurted on the run. tak ing the sentry at the door with him and In his haste giving no thought to Mother Jenks and her companion waiting for the doctor's verdict. In the palace grounds he gnthered two more men and hade them f«dlow him ; leading by twenty yards, he emerged at the gate and paused to look around him. a a ! O Some hundred feet down the street from the i>alnce gate Sarros' bay charger lay dead. When Webster's bullet brought the poor beast down, his rider had fallen clear of him, only to fall a victim td the ferocity of Don Juan Cafetero. Later, as Sarros lay «tunned and bleeding beside his mount, the stricken animal In Its death-strug gle had half risen, only to fall again, ♦his time on the extended left leg of hla late master; consequently when Sarros recovered consciousness follow ing The thoughtful attentions of hla assailant. It was to discover himself a hojieless prisoner. The heavy carcass of his horse pinned his foot and part of his leg to the ground, rendering hlm as helplèss and desperate as a trapped animal. For several minutes now he had been striving franfleallv tn release himself; with his sound right leg pressed /tgainst the animal's back bone he tried to gfiln sufficient pur chase to withdraw his left leg from the carcass. As Ricardo caught sight of Sarros he Instinctively realized that this was his mortal enemy; motioning his men to stand hack, he approached the atruggllng man on tiptoe and thought fully possessed himself of the dicta tor's pistol, which lay In back of him, hut not out of reach. Just as he did so. Sarros. apparently convinced of the futility of his efforts to free himself, surrendered to fate and commenced rather pitifully to weep with rage and despair, Ricardo watched him for a few sec onds. for there was Just sufficient of the blood of his Castilian ancestors still In Ills veins to render this sorry spectacle rather an enjoyable one to him. Besides, he was 50 per cent Iherlan, a race which can hate quite as thoroughly, as It can love, and for a time Ricardo even nourished the * thought of still further indulging his thirst for revenge by pretending to aid Sarros In his escape! Presently, however, he p\it the ungenerous thought from him ; seizing the dead horse by the tail, lie dragged the car cass off his enemy's leg. and whll* Sarros sat up, tailor-fashion, and com- ! menced to nth the circulation hack 1 Into the bruised member, Ricardo seated himself on the rump of the dead horse and appraised his prisoner critically. of Sarros glaneed up, remembered his manners and very heartily and grace fully thanked his deliverer. "It Is not a matter for which thanks i to *are dne me, Sarros," Ricardo replied coldly. "I am Ricardo Lulz Huey, and I have come back to Sohrante to to pay my father's debt to you. You will remember having forced the obli gation upon me in tbe cemetery some fifteen years ago" For perhaps ten horrified seconds Sarroa stared at Ricardo; then the dark blood In him came to his defense ; i his tense pose relaxed ; the fright and despair left his swarthy counts nance aa If erased with a moist aponge. leaving him as calmly atolcal and Indifferent as a Hgarstore Indian. He fumbled In hla coat pocket for a gold cigarette case, selected a clga rette, lighted It and blew smoke at Ricardo. The Jig was up; he knew tt; and with admirable nonchalance j he declined to lower his presidential dignity by discussing or considering It. He realized It would delight hla cap tor to know he dreaded to face the issue, and It was not t^arros practice to give aid und cvmfoiT to the euemy. "Spunky Ä«flr Ricardo fe W e tf a B . forced tn admiration despite himself. Aloud he .««id: "You know the code of our people, Sarroa. An eye for an eye und a tooth for a tooth." Sumos l>o«««I. "I am at your serv ice." he replied carelessly. "Then at davllght tomorrow mom ins I «hall make «ettlement." Ricardo beckoned his men to approach. "Take this man and coniine him under a double guard in the araenal." he or dered. "Present my compliments to the officer In charge there and tell him It la my wish that a priest be provided for the prisoner tonight, and that tomorrow morning, at six o'clock, a detail of six men and a sergeant escort this man to the cemetery in the nur of the fatedral de la Cm*. I will meet the detail there and take command of It." Two of Ricardo's Imported fighting men stepped to the prisoner's side, selr.ed him, one by each arm, and lift ed him to his feet ; supported be tween them, be limped away to his doom, while hla youthful conqueror remained seated on the dead horse, his (taxe hent upon the ground, hla mind dwelling, not upon hla triumph over 8arros hut upon the prodigious proportions of the task before him ; the rehabilitation of a nation. After a while he rose and «trolled over to ward the gate, where he paused to note the grim evidences of the final stand of Webster and Don Juan Cafe tern hefore passing through the por ■ « tal Ricardo had now, for the first time, an opportunity to look around him; 80 he halted to realize hl« home-com ing. to thrill with* this. the first real view of the home of hla boyhood. The spacious lawn surrounding the palace had been plowed and scarred with burning shrapnel from the field gun« captured In the arsenal, although the building Itself had l»een little damaged, not having sustained a direct hit be cause of Ricardo's stringent orders not to use artillery on the palace 'tra ie«.« nbsnlntely necessary to smoke Sarros out. Scattered over the ground* Ricardo counted some twenty-odd government «oldiera. all wearing that pathetically flat, crumpled appearance which seetna Inseparable from the bodies of men killed In action. The first ahrapne! had probably com menced to drop In the grounds Just as a portion of the palace garrison had been marching out to join the troops fighting at the cantonment barrack« Evidently the men had scattered like quail, only to be killed as .Jhey ran. From this grim «eene Ricardo raised his eyes to the palace, the castellated towers of which, looming through the tufted palms, were reflecting the set ting sun. Over the balustrade of one of the upper balconies the limp body of a Sarros sharpshooter, picked off from the street, drooped grotesquely, his arms hanging downward as If In Ironical welcome to the son of Ruey the Beloved. Ricardo a sense of profound sadness; his Irish Imagination awoke; to him that mute figure seemed to call upon hint for pity, for kindness, for for bearance. for understanding and sym pathy. Those outflung arms of the martyred peon symbolized to Ricardo Ruey tin- spirit of liberty, shackled and helpless, calling upon him for de liverance; they brougnt to Ids alert mind a clearer realization of the duty that was Ms than he had ever had be fore. He had a great task to perform, a tifsk Inaugurated by his father, and which Ricardo could not hope to fin ish In his lifetime, the agrarian problem ; he must de velop the rich natural resources of his country; he must provide free, com pulsory education and evolve from the Ignorance of the peon an Intelli gence thut would build up that which Sohrante. In common with her sister republics, so wickedly lacked—the ! great middle class that stands always ns a buffer between the aggression and selfishness of the upper class and the helplessness and childishness of the lower. Ricardo bowed Ills head. O Lord," he prayed, me In Thy wisdom a man's task. Help me that I may not prove unworthy." • * ! Kraulte steps, helped herself to a ; 1 much-needed "bracer" from her brandy j ^nsk an< ^ WHS gazing pensively at the The sight Induced In He must solve "Help me, "Thon hast given Mother Jenks. grown Impatient at the lark of news concerning Webster, left Dolores to her grief in the room the hall anti sought the open air, for of late she had been experiencing with \ recurring frequency a slight feeling of ! suffocation. She sat down on the broad i across I scene arouud her Mien Ricardo came up the stairs. "'Elio!" Mother Jenks saluted him. "We're 'ave you been, Mr. Rowers?" i to the arsenal under guard." "I have Just returned from capturing Sarros. Mrs. Jenks. He Is on his way "Oor' strike me pink !" the old lady cried. "'Ave I lived to see this day!" j Her face was wreathed In a happy , smile. "1 wonder 'ow the beggar feels j to 'ave the shoe on the other foot, eh— : the 'eartlesg 'ound ; I'm 'opin' this 1 General Ruey will 'ave the. blighter i shot." • "You need have no worry on that i «core. Mrs. Jenks. I'm General Ruey. Andrew Rowers was Just my summer name., as It were." "Angels guard me! Wot the bloom In' 'ell surprise won't we 'ave next, Wol branch o' the Ruey tribe do you belong to? Are you a nephew o' him that was president hefore Sarroa shot lm? ' Antonio Ruey. who was "arf brother to the president, 'ad a son > ! j called Ricardo. Are yon *lm. might I nriUsT" "1 am fhe son of Ricardo the Be loved," he answered proudly, "Not the lad aa was away at school »hen 'Is father was hexertited?" "I am that same lad. Mrs. Jenka ' ! > ♦ » ♦» 4» i Cranke & Johnson Auctioneers « OUR ENTIBS TIME IS BE TOTED TO THE Or SHORTHORN AND ■ I TO CONDUCT SALES FOE SMALL PRODUCERS AND COUNTY AS SOCIATIONS AS WELL AS H» AND THE LARGEST BAMS SUCH AS THE ROYAL. 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