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V.« n,%* 1 CHAPTER XI—Continued. —11— A now moon was swinging in the sky 1*1 Alaire and Dave rode back toward Las PalmaS. How or when Alaire Austin came to feel that this man loved her, she never knew. Cer tainly she knew tonight, and, strange to say, the knowledge did not disturb her. Alaire had been repelled by Luis Longorio's evident love for her, but a similar emotion in this man's breast had quite the opposite effect. She was eager for friendship, hungry for affec tion, starved for that worship which every woman lives upon. Having a wholesome confidence in her own strength of character, and complete faith in Law's sense of honor, she was neither alarmed nor offended. For the first time In years she al lowed, her intimate thoughts free ex pression, and spoke of her hopes, her interests and her efforts under the spell of the moonlight, she even con fided something about those dreams that kept her company and robbed her world of its sordidness. Dave Law discovered that she lived In a fanciful land of unrealities, and the glimpse he gained of it was delightful. Supper was waiting when they ar rived at Las Palmas, and Dolores an nounced that "Young Ed" had tele phoned from the Lewis ranch that he would not be home. Yielding to a sud den impulse, Alaire said to her com panion "You must dine with me. Dolores will show you to a room. I will be ready in half an hour." The Austin ranchhouse offered a contrast to the majority of Texas country homes. Not for many years had Dave Law been a guest amid such surroundings, and he began to feel more and more out of place. With growing discomfort, he realized that the mistress of this residence was the richest woman In all this part of Tex as, and that he was little better than a tramp. Alaire knew how to be a gracious and winning hostess of course she did not appear to notice her guest's embarrassment. She had rather welcomed the thought that this man cared for her, and yet, had she deliberately planned to dampen his feeling, she could hardly have succeed ed better than by showing him the wide disparity in their lives and situa tions. Dave was dismayed he felt yAte«T(^fi "I'm Sorry I Killed the Fellow." ery poor and ridiculous. Alaire was longer the woman he had ridden #ith through the solitudes her very friendliness seemed to be a condescen sion. RICARDO GUZMAN IS LURED TO THE MEXICAN SIDE AND MURDERED, BUT DAVE LAW DISCOVERS THE REAL PLOT AND ACTS DECISIVELY He did not linger long after they had dined, for he wished to be alone, where he could reach an understanding with himself. On the steps he waited Just a moment for Alaire to mention, If she chose, that subject which they had still left open on the night before. Beading his thought, she said: "You are expecting me to say some thing about Panfllo Sanchez." "Yes." "I have thought it over In fact, I have been thinking about it all day tut even yet I don't know what to te'l you. As for its effect upon my Mrs. Alaire Austin, handsome young mistress of Las Palmas ranch, lost in the Texas desert, wanders into the cuuip of David Law, state ranger, waiting in ambush for a Mexican murderer. She has to remain there 24 hours, until Law captures his man, kills another and escorts her home. "Young Ed" Austin, drunkard, berates his wife and makes insulting insinuations about the ranger. Law discovers Austin is leagued with Mexican rebels and horse thieves. Mrs. Austin encounters Gen. Luis Longorio, Mexican federal, when she goes to La Feria, her Mexican ranch, to collect war damages, and he makes odlotfs love to her. Dave Law kills a cattle thief. Mrs. Austin gives him a horse and dis covers he is secretly in love with her. H,-"V I self—you know I care very little what people say or think." "I'm sorry I killed the fellow—I shouldn't have done It, but—one sees things differently out in the rough and here in the settled country. I can't help but feel that his conduct, under the circumstances, called for—what he got. He wasn't a good man, in spite of what Jose says Anto confessed to ine that they were planning all sorts of deviltry together." "That is hardly an excuse." Alaire smiled faintly. "Oh, I know!" Dave agreed. "Don't weaken on my account." "No! I'm not thinking of the con sequences to you or to me. You are the kind of man who can protect him self, I'm sure your very ability in that direction frightens me a little on Jose's account. But"—she sighed and lifted her shoulders in a shrug—"perhaps time will decide this question for us." Dave laughed with some relief. "I think you've worried yourself enough over It, ma'am," he said "splitting hairs as to what's right and what's wrong, when it doesn't matter much, in either case. Suppose you continue to think it over at your leisure." "Perhaps I'd better. And now"— Alaire extended her hand—"won't you and Montrosa come to see me once in a while? I'm very lonesome." "We'd love to," Dave declared. He had it on his lips to say more, but at that moment an eager whinny and an impatient rattle of a bridle bit came from the driveway, and he smiled. "There's her acceptance now." "Oh, no! She merely heard your voice, the fickle creature." Alaire watched her guest until he had disappeared into the shadows, then she heard him talking to the mare. Benito's words at the rodeo oc curred to her, and she wondered if this Ranger might not also have a way with women. The house was very still and empty when she re-entered it. CHAPTER XII. The Guzman Incident Ricardo Guzman did not return from Romero. The man had disap peared, it seemed, completely and mys teriously. At first the facts appeared plain: a citizen of the United States had been lured across the border and done to death by Mexican soldiers—for it soon became evident that Ricardo was dead. The outrage was a casus belli such as no self-respecting people could Ignore so ran the popular ver dict. The ominous mailed serpent which lay along the Rio Grande stirred itself. Of course, the people of Texas wwe delighted that the long-delayed hour had struck accordingly, when the state department manifested its will ingness to allow Don Ricardo ample time in which to come to life in pref erence to putting a further strain upon international relations, they were both surprised and enraged. Telegraph wires began to buzz the governor of the state sent a sarcastic message to the national capital, offering to dis patch a company of Rangers after Guzman's body, just to prove that he was indeed dead, and that the Mexi can authorities were lying when they professed ignorance of the fact. This offer not only caught the popu lar fancy north oi the Rio Grande, but it likewise had an effect on the other side of the river, for on the very next day General I.uis Longorio set out for Romero to investigate personally the rancher's disappearance. Now, throughout all this public clamor, truth, as usual, lay hidden at the bottom of its well, and few even of Ricardo's closest friends suspected the real reason for his murder. Jonesvllle, of course, could think or talk of little else than this outrage, and Blaze Jones, as befitted its lead ing citizen, was loudest in his criticism of the government's policy. Blaze's conception of diplomacy was peculiar. "If Potosl didn't talk straight that consul oughta bent a gun bar'l over the old ruffian's bean and telephoned for a couple hundred battleships. We Americans are cussed with notions of brotherly love and universal peace. Bah We're bound to have war, Dave, some day or other." Dave nodded his agreement. "Yes. But—everybody has the wrong idea of HEART OF THE SUNSET By Rex Beach. Copyright fry Harper Bf Brothers 5 1 THE HOPE PIONEER this Guzman killing. The federal offi cers in Romero didn't frame it up." "No? Who did?" "Tad Lewis." Jones started. "What makes you think that?" "Listen! Tad was afraid to let Ur bina come to trial. Ricardo's dead and the other witness is gone. Now draw, your own conclusions." Jones was amazed. "Say, Dave," he cried, "that means your case has blown up, eh?" "Absolutely. Lewis has been selling 'wet' stock to the federals, and he probably arranged with some of them to murder Ricardo." Blaze cursed eloquently. "I'd like to hang It onto Tad I'd sure clean house down his way If I was positive." "I sent a man over to Romero," Dave explained further. "He tells me Ricar do is dead, all right. There's a new grave in the little cemetery above the town, but there hasn't been a death in Romero lately." The speaker watched his friend closely. "If we had Ricar do's body on this side it would put an end to all the lies, and perhaps force Colonel Blanco to make known the real facts. It might even mean a case against Tad Lewis." "What d'you say we go over there and get Ricardo?" Dave smiled. "That's what I've been leading up to. Will you take a chance?" "Yes." "I knew you would. All we need is a pair of Mexicans to—do the work. I liked Ricardo I owe him something." "Suppose we're caught?" "In that case we'll have to run for it, and—I presume I'll be discharged from the Ranger service." "I ain't very good at runnln'—not from Mexicans." Blaze's eyes were bright and hard at the thought. "It's more'n possible that, If they discover us, we can start a nice little war of our own." That evening Dave managed to get his Ranger captain by long-distance telephone, and for some time the two talked guardedly. When Dave rang off they had come to a thorough un derstanding. It had been an easy matter for Jose Sanchez to secure a leave of absence from Benito, but Alaire knew nothing whatever about the matter until Jose himself asked permission to see her on a matter of Importance. The man had ridden hard most of the previous night, and his excitement was patent. Even before he spoke, Alaire realized that Panfilo's fate was known to him, and she decided swiftly that there must be no further conceal ment. "Senora! A terrible thing!" Jose burst forth. "It is strange, unbeliev able! My head whirls—" Alaire quieted him, saying in Span ish, "Calm yourself, Jose, and tell me everything from the beginning." "But how can I be calm? Panfllo is completely dead. But—you know?" Alaire nodded. "I—suspected." Jose's dark eyes blazed he bent for ward eagerly. "What did you suspect, and why? Tell me all." It was with a peculiar, apprehensive flutter in her breast that Alaire real ized the crisis had come. Heretofore she had blamed Law, but now, oddly enough, she found herself Interested in defending him. As calmly as she could, she related all that had led ujp to the tragedy, while Jose listened with eyes wide and mouth open. "You see, I had no suspicion of the truth," she concluded. "It was a ter rible thing, and Mr. Law regrets It deeply. He would have made a report to the authorities, only—he feared it might embarrass me." Jose was torn with rage, yet plainly a prey to indecision he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. "These Rangers!" he muttered. "That is the kind of men they are. They murder honest people." "This was not a murder," Alaire cried sharply. "Panfllo was aiding a felon to escape. T*ie courts will not punish Mr. Law." "Bah! Who cares for the courts? This man Is a gringo, and these are gringo laws. But I am a Mexican, and Panfllo was my cousin. We shall see." "Don't be rash, Jose," she exclaimed, warnlngly. Jose continued to glower. Then, turning away, he said, without meet ing his employer's eyes, "I would like to draw my money." "Very well. I am sorry to have you leave Las Palmas, for I-have regarded you as one of my gente." Jose's face remained stony. "What do you intend to do? Where are you going?" The fellow shrugged. "Qulen sabe! Perhaps I shall go to my General Lon gorio." Alaire smiled faintly. "You will be shot," she told him. "Those soldiers have little to eat and no money at all." But Jose's bright eyes remained hos tile and his expression baffling. It was plain to Alaire that her explana tion of his cousin's death had carried not the slightest conviction, and she even began to fear that her part in the affair had caused him to look upon her as an accessory. Nevertheless, when she paid him his wages she gave him a good horse, which Jose accepted with thanks but without gratitude. As Alaire watched him ride away with never a backward glance, she decided that she must lose no time in appris ing the Ranger of this new condition of affairs. She drove her automobile to Jones ville that afternoon, more worried than she cared to admit. Law was nowhere in town, and so, in spite of her reluc tance, Alaire was forced to look for him at the Jones home. As she had never called upon Paloma, and had made it almost Impossible for the girl to visit Las Palmas, the meeting of the two women was somewhat formal. "Senora! a Terrible Thing!" Jose Burst Forth. But no one could long remain stiff or constrained with Paloma Jones the girl had a directness of manner and an honest, friendly smile that simply would not be denied. Her delight that Alaire had coine to see her pleased and shamed the elder woman, who hesi tatingly confessed the object of her' visit. "Oh, I thought you were calling on me." Paloma pouted her pretty lips. "Dave isn't here. He and father have gone away." It needed no close observation to discover the concern in Paloma's eye* Alaire told her story quickly. "Mr. Law must be warned right away," she added, "for the man Is capable of any thing." Paloma nodded. "Dave told us how he had killed Panfllo—" She hesi tated, and then cried, impulsive!#: "Mrs. Austin, I'm going to confiOs something—I've got to tell somebody or I'll burst. I was walking the flew when you came. Well, dad and Dave have completely lost their wits. They have gone across the river—to get Ri cardo Guzman's body." "What!" Alaire stared at the girl uncomprehendlngly. "My dear girl, aren't you dreaming?" "I thought I must be when I heard about It. Dad wouldn't have told rae at all, only he thought I ought to know In case anything happens to him." Pa loma's breath failed her momentarily. "They left an hour ago in my machine, with two Mexicans to help them. They intend to cross at your pumping plant as soon as it gets dark, and be back by midnight—that is, if they ever get back." Paloma's face was pale, her eyes were strained and tragic. She made a hopeless gesture, and Alaire won dered momentarily "whether the girl's anxiety was keenest for the safety of her father or—the other? "Can't we prevent them from go ing?" she inquired. "What can we do? They'll go, any how, regardless of what we say." "Well, we could be there—you aad L" Paloma agreed eagerly. "Yes! May be we could even help them if they got Into trouble." "Come, then! We'll have supper at Las Palmas and slip down to the rlv*r and wait." Strange complications grow out of Jones' and Law's adventure on the Mexican side. It is a thrill ing episode described in the next installment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Vibrations Make 8ound. Anything stretched Is likely to be thrown Into vibration, or made lo tremble, by the force of the air blott ing against it. If It vibrates so fa*t as to produce the air waves that our ear can bear, then that Is what we call sound. This Is what happens to the telegraph wires when they hum and If we put our hand on the tele graph pole we shall feel that the wires vibrate strongly enough to set tile whole pole to trembling, too. When the air is quite still you will not hesr the telegraph lines humming. Happiness depends quite as much on what we don't do as upon what we do do. Gold Is good in its place: but living, patriotic men are better than gold.— J. R. Lowell. GOOD SEASONING. THE L«t us realize that thoughts are forces, that like creates like, and at tracts like and to determine one's thinking therefore Is to determine his life.—Ralph Waldo Trine. SHELLFISH DI8HES. When the oyster season closes clams, crabs and shrimps have their season. In many parts of our country these may be obtained fresh from the wa ter, but the canned variety is not to be despised. a in crab eaten from the with a howl of melted butter to dip them Into, must once be eaten to prove it Is one of the choicest of dishes. There seems to be no difference of opinion In regard to the value of properly seasoning food. KITCHEN CABINET boiled right shell Crab Salad.—The crab meat Is care fully removed from the shell after be ing cooked in boiling salted water, mixed with salad dressing and served on lettuce or a bed of water cress. Deviled Crab.—To the meat from a dozen crabs add a tablespoonful of bread crumbs, one tablespoonful of •melted butter, one hard cooked egg, chopped fine, a dash of pepper, two tublespoonfuls of salad dressing and onion or catchup to suit the taste. Put this mixture into the cleaned shells, sprinkle with buttered crumbs and bake until the crumbs are brown. Clam Chowder.—Fry four slices of salt pork, cut in fine dice, until brown then add two tublespoonfuls of flour, and one large onion chopped fine. When the onion is light yellow add a cupful or two of diced raw potato and a pint of boiling water and when they are nearly tender drop in a quart of clams that have been chopped or ground, season with salt and pepper, add a pint of hot milk and serve pip ing hot with crackers. Crab Stew.—Melt a tablespoonful of butter, add two of flour and cook until well blended. Add a beaten egg with a pint of milk, a pinch of soda and the meat of half a dozen crabs, salt, pepper and celery salt to taste. Serve with hot hominy. Shrimps carefully cleaned are served with celery on a bed of lettuce with salad dressing. Crab Croquettes.—Prepare the crabs as for deviled crab, removing the brown part. Mold in the form of cro quettes, add a little baking powder to the bread crumbs used for dipping, using a yolk of egg and as much cold water as egg. Dip the croquettes In the crumbs, then egg and crumbs again and fry as usual iu deep fat. Fish Soup.—This is made of the fish bones and trimming cooked with car rots, bay leaf, leeks, parsley, a half dozen oysters and three potatoes, us ing a quart of the flsh stock. A plain dish, with an artist's hand in sea soning, becomes some thing unusual and de lightful, while all the rich foods in the world put together with no care as to combination or of proper seasoning will be "a mixture and a mess." O We must revive the old-fashioned herb garden of our grandmothers If we are to realize the true zest of well preserved herbs. She realized that her meats, soups, as well as cakes, doughnuts and crullers, lacked charm without the well-chosen herbs or spices. She did not know that when she used a bit of parsley to garnish her platter of cold meat she was contributing to the health of her family as well as their artistic sense. Parsley acts upon the kidneys, assisting In the elimina tion of waste. Some of the most inexpensive sea sonings that may be grown In the kitchen garden, and will prove a de light to see growing as well as to use in winter to increase the pala tability of various dishes, are the fol lowing: Parsley, mint, dill, tarragon, sage, thyme, marjoram, chervil, horse radish, mustard, celery (celery tips dried), caraway seed, and mushrooms, dried. To these we add curry, mace, nutmeg, cloves, mixed pickle spices and bay leaves. Mint Is used with lamb in different salads and as an addition to a re freshing drink. Sage as a seasoning in stuffings for pork roasts or poultry or ham. Added to cornmeal mush for frying or as a seasoning for string beans. Thyme and marjoram, with fowl, squab or flsh and In dressing for meats and with boiled beans. Chervil as a garnish for salads and meats, green mustard sprinkled over lettuce or any salad, horseradish as a relish for meat and a seasoning for pickles as well as sauce for flsh. Curry adds zest to various meat dishes or served with rice or cabbage, cuuliflow er. enrrots or onions. Dill, fresh, in egg or plain salads, ti«uii soups or oiled flah. Happiness Is the only good. The place to be happy is here. The time to be happy is now. The way to be hap py is to make others so.—Robert In geraoll. WAYS OF SERVING FRUITS. Toss some ripe even sized strawber ries in French dressing to marinate. Serve them on lettuce leaves with chicken or lamb. Strawberry Gateau.— Make a round sponge cake and when cold scoop out the Inside and cover with a pink icing, then fill the center with re am a strawberries that have been cut up and sugared to taste. Pile high and garnish with small ripe berries. Make a handle of angelica and serve at once. Strawberry Sirup.—Take six pounds of strawberries, two pints of water, two ounces of tartaric acid and the sugar needed. Dissolve the acid in tiie water and pour over the fruit. Let stand twenty-four hours, then strain off the juice without crushing the fruit. All or three cupfuls of sugar to every pint of juice and when boil ing hot, bottle and seal. This sirup may be used for fruit drinks, pud ring sauces and sherbets. Cherry Mousse.—Cook together a pound of cherries and one-half cupful of sugar. Put two tahlespoonfuls of cherry juice into a basin, add the yolks of two eggs and cook over water stirring until creamy dissolve one and a half teaspoonfuls of powdered gelatin with a half cupful of cherry juice, add It to the yolks, with one half cupful of whipped cream and the whites of the eggs beaten stiff and a few drops of red color. Pour Into small wet molds lined round with pa per decorate with whipped cream and pistachio nuts. Fruit Salad.—Take a cupful of strawberries, one-half cupful of ripe raspberries, half a cupful of stoned cherries, three bananas, one-half cup ful of red currants, one-half cupful of white currants and two tahlespoon fuls of chopped coconut. For the salad dressing, cook together a half cupful of water, six tablespoonfuls of sugar, and a cupful of fruit juice, when thick as sirup remove and chill. Pour over the fruit and sprinkle with chopped coconut just before serving. Almond Sauce.—Stone and chop six olives, add half a cupful of blanched and shredded almonds and half a cup ful of celery cut fine. Serve on lettuce leaves with mayonnaise. When serving a cold drink, to make the glass more attractive roll It In hot water then fill with the iced drink. To be honest, to be fearless, to be Just. Joyous, kind. To get up immedi ately when we stumble, face again to the light and travel on without wast ing even a moment in regret.—R. W. Trine. GOOD THINGS FOR THE TABLE. The following dish is a good one for a hot dish, as a large number may be served at slight cost. Sandwich. Cook the chicken until In plenty of water, which will be used In a in gravy. Gool and remove the meat from the bones and cut It into bits with the scissors. Put the skin and giblets, omitting the liver, through the meat chopper and mix the chicken with enough stock to make the mixture moist season well with salt and pepper. Thicken the remaining stock with one and a half tablespoon fuls of flour mixed with cold water, using this amount for every cupful of stock. Let It boll and season well. When serving, allow two slices of bread cut thin place one slice on a hot plate, spread a spoonful of the chicken mixture over it and cover with a second slice, then dip a ladle of gravy over it. Serve with a generous portion of well-cooked rice or mashed potatoes. One chicken cooked and served in this manner will serve 15 people. Boiled Russian Dressing.—Take two thirds of a cupful of any kind of boiled salad dressing, four tablespoon fuls of strained chill sauce, two table spoonfuls of diced pimentos, a half tablespoonful of chives cut in half-inch lengths, and a tablespoonful of tarra gon vinegar. Mix all the ingredients and chill well then serve on lettuce. Egg Dish.—Melt a tablespoonful of butter in a baking dish, cover with crumbs and pour over a half a can of mock turtle soup diluted with a third of a cupful of hot water. Break five eggs very carefully over the top. Sprinkle with half a teaspoonful of salt, an eighth of a teaspoonful of pep per and a third of a teaspoonful of curry powder well mixed. Dot with bits of butter and bake from 12 to 15 minutes. Green Pea Omelet—A few left-over green peas may be stirred into an omelet Just before putting to cook and served with a circle of thetn around the platter. t.