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Webster—Man's Man
Aathor of "Cappy Ricks,'* "The Valley of the Giants,
Copyright by Peter B- Kyne
■* "If you'd cared to play a gentleman's
game, you blighter, you might 'are
lived for your bally country," Mother
Jenks reminded him In English. "Won
der if the beggar'll wilt or will 'e go
through smllln' like my sainted 'Enery
on the syme spot."
She nreed not have worried. It re-'
quires a strong man to be dictator of
a roman candle republic for 15 years,
and whatever his sins of omission or
commission, Sarros did not lack ani
mal courage. Alone and unattended he
limped away among the graves to the
wall on the other side of the ceme
tery and placed his back against It,
negligently, in the attitude of a devil
may-care fellow without a worry in
life. The sergeant waited respectfully
until Sarros had finished his cigarette ;
when he tossed it away and straight
ened to attention, the sergeant knew
he was ready to die. At his command
there was a sudden rattle of bolts as
the cartridges slid from the magazines
Into the breeches ; there followed a mo
mentary halt, another command ; the
squad was aiming when Ricardo Ruey
called sharply:
"Sergeant, do not give the order to
Are." .
The rifles were lowered and the men
gazed wonderlngly at Ricardo. "He's
too brave," Ricardo complained.
"D him, I can't kill him as I would
a mad dog. I've got to give him a
The sergeant raisfed his brows ex
pressively. Ah, the ley fuga, that pop
ular form of execution where the pris
oner is given a running chance, and the
Bring squad practices wing shooting.
If the prisoner manages, miraculously,
to escape, he is not pursued!
A doubt, however, crossed the ser
geant's mind. "But my general," he
expostulated, "Senor Sarros cannot ac
cept the icy fuga. He Is very lame.
That is not giving him the chance your
Excellency desires he should have."
"I wasn't thinking ol that," Ricardo
replied. "I was thinking I'm killing
him without a fair trial for the rea
son that he's so Infernally ripe for
the gallows that a Irial would have
been a Joke. Nevertheless, I am . real
ly killing him because he killed my
father—and that Is scarcely fair. My
father was a gentleman. Sergeant, is
your pistol loaded?"
"Yes, General."
"Give it to Senor Sarros."
As the sergeant started forward to
■comply Ricardo drew his own service
revolver and then motioned Mother
Jenks and the firing squad to stand
aside while he crossed to the center of
the cemetery. "Sarros," he called, "I
em going to let God decide which one
of us shall live. When the sergeant
gives the command to fire, I shall open
Are on you, and you are free ta do the
same to me. Sergeant, If he kills me
and escapes unhurt, my orders are to
escort him to the bay In my carriage
and put him safely aboard the steam
Mother Jenks sat down on a tomb
stone. "Gord's truth !" she gasped,
"•but there's a rare plucked 'un." Aloud
ehe croaked : "Don't be a bally ass,
"Silence !" he commanded.
The sergeant handed Sarros the re
volver. "You heard what I said?" Ri
cardo called.
Sarros bowed gravely.
"You understand your orders, Ser
"Yes, General."
"Very well. Proceed. If this pris
oner fires before you give the word,
have your squad riddle him."
The sergeant backed away and gazed
Owllshly from the prisoner to his cap
tor. "Ready!" he called. Both revol
vers came up. "Fire !" he shouted,
and the two «hots were discharged si
multaneously. Ricardo'« cap flew off
his head, but he remained standing,
while Sarros staggered back against
the wall and there recovering himself
gamely, fired again. He scored a clean
miss, and Ricardo'« gun barked three
times: Sarros sprawled on his face,
rose to his knees, raised his pistol
halfway, fired into the sky and slid
forward on his face. Ricardo stood be
side the body until the sergeant ap
proached and stood to attention, his
attitude spying :
"It is over. What next. General?"
"Take the squad back to the arsenal.
Sergeant," Ricardo ordered him coolly,
and walked back to recover his \inl
form cap. He was smiling as he ran
his finger through a gaping hole in the
upper half of the crown.
"Well, Mrs. Jenks," he announced
when he rejoined the old lady, "that
was better than executing htm with a
firing squad. I gave him a square deal.
Now his friends can never say that J
murdered him."
He extended his hand to help Moth
er Jenks to her feet. She stood erect
and felt again that queer swelling of
the heart, the old feeling of suffoca
"Steady, lass !" she mumbled. " 'Old
«n to me, sir. It's my bally haneuriwp.
Oof—I'm—chokln' "
He caught her In his arms as she
lurched toward bim. Her face was
and in her eyes there was a
fierce light that went out sud
leaving them dull and glazed.
oenced to sag In hl«
arms, he eased her gently to the ground
and laid her on her back In the grass.
"The nipper's safe, 'Enery," he heard
her murmur. "I've raised 'er a lydy,
s'elp me—she's back where—you found
'er —'Enery " v
She quivered, and the light came
creeping back Into her eyts before it
faded forever. "Comin', 'Enery—dar
lin'," she whispered ; and then the soul
of Mother Jenks, who had a code and
lived up to it (which Is more than the
majority of us do), had departed upon
the ultimate journey. Ricardo gazed
down on the hard old mouth, softened
now by a little half-smile of mingled
yearning and gladness: "What a won
derful soul you had," he murmured,
and kissed her.
In the end she slept In the niche In
the wall of the Catedral de la Vera
Cruz, beside her sainted 'Enery.
Three days passed. Don Juan Cafe
tero had been buried with all the pomp
and circumstance of a national hero ;
Mother Jenks, too, had gone to her ap
pointed resting place, and El Buen
Amigo had been closed forever. Ricar
do had Issued a proclamation announc
ing himself provisional president of
Sobrante; a convention of revolution
ary leaders had been held, and a provi
sional cabinet selected. A day for the
national elections had been named ; the
wreckage of the brief revolution had
been cleared away, and the wheels of
government were once more revolving
freely and noiselessly. And while all
of this had been going on, John Stu
art Webster had lain on his back, star
ing at the palace ceiling and absolute
ly forbidden to receive visitors. He
was still engaged In this mild form of
gymnastics on the third day when the
door of his room opened and Dolores
looked in oil him.
"Good evening, Caliph," she called.
"Aren't you dead yet?"
It was exactly the tone she should
have adopted to get the best results,
for Webster had been mentally and
physically 111 since she had seen him
last, and needed some such pleasantry
as this to lift him out of his gloomy
mood. He grinned at her boyishly.
"No, I'm not dead. On the contrary,
Tm feeling real chirpy. Won't you
come in and visit for a while, Miss
"Weil, since you've invited me,
shall accept." Entering, she stood be
side his bed and took the hand he ex
tended toward her. "This Is the first
opportunity I've had, Miss Ruey," he
began, "to apologize for the shock
gave you the other day. I should have
come back to you as I promised, In
stead of getting Into a fight and scar
ing you half to death. I hope you'll
torgive me, because I'm paying for my
fun now—with interest."
"Very well. Caliph. I'll forgive you
—on one condition."
"Who am I to resist having a condi
tion imposed upon me? Name your
terms. I shall obey."
"I'm weary of being called Miss
Ruey. I want to be Dolores—to you."
"By the toe nails of Moses," he re
flected, "there Is no escape. She's de
termined 10 rock the boat." Aloud he
said : "All right, Dolores. I guess Bill
won't mind."
"Billy hasn't a word to say about it,"
-She retorted, regarding him with that
calm, impersonal, yet vitally Interested
look that always drove him frantic
with the desire for her.
"Well, of course, I understand that,"
he countered. "Naturally, since Bill
is only a man, you'll have to manage
him and he'll have to take orders."
'Caliph, you're a singularly persist
ent man, once you get an Idea into
your head. Please understand me, once
for all ; Billy Geary Is a dear, and it's
a mystery to me why every girl In the
world isn't perfectly crazy about him
but every rule has Its exceptions—and
Billy and I are just good friends. I'd
like to know where you got the idea
we're engaged to be married."
"Why—why—well, aren't you?"
"Certainly not."
"Well, you— er —you ought to be.
expected—that is, I planned—I mean
Bill told me and—and—and— er —it
never occurred to me you could posst
bly have the— er —crust—to refuse
him. Of course, you're going to mar
ry him when he asks you?"
"Of course I am not."
"Ah-h-h-h !" John Stuart Webster
gazed at her In frank amazement,
"Not going to marry Bill Geary!" he
cried, highly scandalized.
"I know you think I ought to, and 1
suppose It will appear quite Incompre
hensible to you when I do not—
"Why Dolores, my dear girl ! This
Is-most amazing. Didn't Bill ask you.
to marry him before he left?"
"Yes, he did me that honor, and I
declined, him."
"You what!"
She smiled at him so maternally that
hi« hand Itched to drag her down to
him and kiss her curving lips.
"Do you mind telling me just why
you took this extraordinary attitude?"
"You have no right to ask, but Til
tell you. I refused BJlly because I
didn't love him « enough—that way.
What's more, I never could."
He rolled his head to one side and
softly, very Softly, whistled two bars
of "The Spanish Cavalier" through his
teeth. He was properly thunder
struck—so much so, In fact, ., _ u
moment he actually forgot her pres
ence the while he pondered this most
incredible state of affairs.
"I see it all now. It's as clear as
mud," he announced finally. "You re
fused poor old Bill and broke his
heart, and so he went away and hasn't
Jiad the courage to write me since. I'm
afraid Bill and I both regarded this
fight as practically won—all over but
the wedding march, as one might put
It. I might as well confess I hustled
the boy down from the mine just so
you two could get married and light
out on your honeymoon. I figured Bill
could kill two birds with one stone—
have his honeymoon and get rid of his
maiaria, and return here in three or
four months ta relieve me, after I had
the mine in operation. Poor boy. That
was a frightful song-and-dance you
gave him."
I suspected you were thé match
maker in this case. I must say I think
you're old enough to know better. Ca
liph John."
You did, eh? Well, what made you
think so?"
She chuckled. "Oh, you're very ob
vious—to a woman."
"I forgot that you reveal the past
and foretell the future."
"You are really very clumsy. Caliph.
You should never try to direct the des
tiny of any woman."
"I'm on the sick list," he pleaded,
and it isn't sporting of you to discuss
me. You're healthy—so let us discuss
you. Dolores, do you figure Bill's case
to be absolutely hopeless?"
"Absolutely, Caliph.''
"Hum-m-m !"
Again Webster had recourse to med
itation, seeing which, Dolores walked
to the pier glass In the corner, satisfied
herself that her coiffure was Just so
and returned to his side, singing softly
a little song that had floated out over
the transom of Webster's room door
Into the hall one night:
A Spanish cavalier
Went out to rope a steer,
Along with his paper clgar -r-ro!
"Caramba!" said he.
"Manana you will be
Mucho bueno carne por mlo! M
He turned his head and looked at
He turned his head and looked up at
her suddenly, searehlngly. "Is there
anybody else In Bill's way?" he de
manded. "I admit It's none of my
business, but "
"Yes, Caliph, there Is some one else."
"I thought so." This rather vicious
ly. "I'm willing to gamble 1J0 to 1,
sight unseen, that whoever he is, he
Isn't half the man Bill is."
"That," she replied coldly, "Is a mat
ter of personal opinion."
"And Bill's clock is fixed for keeps?"
"Yes, Caliph. And he never had a
chance from the start."
"Why not?"
"Well, I met the other man first, Ca
"Oh ! Do you mind telling me what
this other man does for a living?"
"He's a mining man, like. Billy."
"All right! Has the son of a horse
thief got a mine like Bill's? That's
something to consider, Dolores."
He has a mine fully as good as
Billy's. Like Billy, he owns a half
interest in it, too."
"Hum-m-m! How long have you
known him?"
"Not very long."
"Be sure you're right—then go
ahead," John Stuart Webster warned
her. "Don't marry In haste and repent
at leisure, Dolores. Know your man
before you let him buy the wedding
ring. There's a heap of difference, my
dear, between sentiment and sentimen
"I'm sure of my man, Caliph."
He was silent again, thinking rapid
ly. "Well, of course," he began again
presently, "while there was the slight
est possibility of Bill winning you, I
would have died before saying that
which I am about to say to you now,
Dolores, because Bill is ray friend, and
Td never double cross him. With ref
erence to this other man, however, I
have no such code to consider. I'm
pretty well convinced I'm ont nf the
running, but I'll give that lad a race if
It's the last act of my life. He's a
stranger to me, and he isn't on the Job
to protect his claim, so why shouldn't
I stake it if I can? But are you quite
certain you aren't making a grave mis
take In refusing Billy? He's quite a.
boy, my dear. I know him from soul
to suspenders, and he'd be awfully
good to you. He's kind and gentle
and considerate, and he's not a molly
coddle, either."
"I can't help it, Caliph. Please don't
talk about him any more. I know
somebody who Is kinder and nobler
and gentler." She ceased abruptly,
fearful of breaking down her reserve
^and saying too much.
"Well, if Bill's case is hopeless"—
his hand came groping for her«, while
he held her with his searching, wistful
glance—"I "wonder what mine looks
like. That is, Dolores, I—I "
"Yes, John?"
'Tve played fair with my friend," he
whispered eagerly. "I'm not going to
ask you to marry me^but I want to
tell you that to me you're such a very
wonderful woman I can't help loving
you with my whole heart and soul."
"I have suspected this, John," «he
replied gravely, -
v Kn Inn '►C
"I suppose so. I'm such an obvious
old fool. I've had my dream
ptuSi v 'Mnd me, but
you to know ' I love yo», so ion
live, I shall wMt to serve you. \V
you're married to tWis other man,
things do not break just right fo
both—If I have something he v
In order to make you happy, I
you to.know It's yours to give t
I—I—I—guess that's ail, Dolore.
"Thank you, John. Would yo
to know this man I'm going-to
"Yes, I think I'd like to congratula
the scoundrel."
"Then I'll introduce you to him, John
I first met him on a train In Dean
valley, California. He was a shagi
old dear, all whiskers and rags, b
his whiskers couldn't hide his sinil
and his rags couldn't hide his j
hood, and when he thrashed a
mer because the man annoyeu
just couldn't help falling in lov
him. Even when he fibbed to mi
disputed my assertion that we hat!
before "
"Good land of love—and the cal
get loose !" he almost shouted as
held up his one sound arm to her. "
dear, my dear "
"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered lay
ing her hot cheek against his, "It's
taken you so long to say it, but I love
you all the more for the. dear thoughts
that made you hesitate."
He was silent a few moments,
ing his amazement, speechless with tl
great happiness that was his—an?
then Dolores was kissing the back
the hand of that helpless, bandagT
arm lying across his breast. He ha
a tightening In his throat, for he hn_
not expected love; and that sweet, bi
nlgnant, humble little kiss spelled adö 1 -
ration and eternal surrender ; when
she looked at him again the mists of
Joy were In his eyes.
"Dear old Caliph John !" she
crooned. "He's never had a woman
to understand his funny ways and de
preciate them and take care of him,
has he?" She patted his cheek. "And
bless his simple old heart, he would
rather give up his love than be false
to his friend. Yes, indeed,
Webster respects 'No Shooting' signs
when he sees them, hut he tells fibs
and pretends to be very stupid
isn't. So wouldn't be
he really isn't. So you wouldn't be
false to Billy—eh, dear? I'm glad to
know that, because the man who can
not be false to his friend can never be
false to his wife."
He crushed her down to him and
held her there for a long time. "My
dear," he said presently, "Isn't there
something you have to say to me?"
"I love you, John,"' she whispered,
and sealed the sweet confession with
a true lover's kiss.
"All's well with the worlds' John
Stuart Webster announced when he
could use his lips once more for con
versation. "And," he added, "owing
to the fact that I started a trifle late
In life, I believe I could stand a little
more of the same."
The door opened and Ricardo looked
In on them.
"Killjoy!" Webster growled. "Old
Killjoy the Thirteenth, King of So
brnnte. Is this a surprise to you?"
Not a bit of it, Jack. I knew It
was due."
"Am I welcome in the Ruey family?"
Ricardo came over and kissed his
sister. "Don't be a lobster, Jack," he
protested. "I dislike foolish ques
tions." .£hd he pressed his friend's
hand with a fervor that testified to his
pleasure. ,
"I'm sorry to crowd In at a time
like this, Jack," he continued, with a
hug for Dolores, "but Mr. What-you
may-call-him, the American consul, has
called to pay his respects. As s fellow
citizen of yours, he Is vitally Interested
In your welfare. Would you care to
receive him for a few minutes?"
"One minute will do," Webster de
clared with emphasis. "Show the hu
man slug up, Rick."
Mr. Lemuel Tolllver tripped breezily
In with outstretched hand. "My dear
Mr. Webster," he began, but Webster
cut him short with a peremptory ges
"Listen, friend Tolllver," he said.
"The only reason I received you was
to tell you I'm going to remain in this
country awhile and help develop It.
I may even conclude to grow up with
It. I shall not, of course, renounce my
American citizenship; and of course,
as an American citizen, I am naturally
Interested In the man my country
sends to Sobrante to represent it. I
might as well be frank and tell you
that you won't do. I called on you
once to do your duty, and you weren't
there; I told you then I might have
something to say about your Job later
on, and now I'm due to say it. Mr.
Tolllver, I'm the power behihd the
throne in this little Jim-crow country,
and to quote your own elegant phrase
ology, you, as American consul, are
nux vomica to the Sobrantean gov
ernment Moreover, as soon as the
Sobrantean ambassador reaches Wash
ington, he's going to tell the president
that you are. and then the president
will be courteous enough to remove
you. In the meantime, fare thee well,
Mr. Consul."
"But, Mr. Webster—"
"Vaya I"
Mr. Tolllver, appreciating the utter
futility of argument, bowed and de
"Verily, life grows sweeter with each
passing day," Webster murmured
whimsically. "Rick, old njan, I think
you had better escort the consul to
the front door. Your presence is nux
vomica to me also. See that you back
me up and dispose of that fellow Tol
liver, or y,ou can't come to our wed
ding—can he, sweetheart?"
When Ricardo had taken his depar
ture John Stuart Webster looked up
quite seriously at his wlfe-to-be. "Can
you explain to me, Dolores," he asked,
"how it happened that your relatives
and your father's old friends here In
Sobrante. whpm v oii m et shortly after
e-Vxou that
1 -
By a vote of 137 to I the new con
stitution for the state of Louisiana was
passed by the Constitutional Conven
tion last Saturday afternoon.
The one delegate voting against its
adoption was George T- Martin of
Caldwell Parish, who said he would
not vote for anything that he was not
willing to submit to the people for
Former governor Pleasant alos did
not sign the new constitution, because
he thought the oil interests were al
lowed to read into the constitution
their desires for the severance tax at
a low rate.
"The tax involves millions of dollars
each year, and is one o ( f the principal
parts of the state taxes, and should
have been handled squarely on its
j merits without being influenced in any
manner whatever by any officials of
the state government."
What the Convention Did and
What They Did Not Do
Here are some of the notable things
which the Constitutional Convention
at Baton Rouge accomplished.
Reorganized the state judiciary: in
creasing the supreme court from five
to seven; reduced the district courts
from 37 to 29; provided for complete
dearing of judicial calendars within
the next three years.
Building great state highways sys
em on license tax on motor cars and
tfo cents gasoline tax, yielding about
',000,000 a year.
Limiting rate of state taxation to
4 mills, with possible limit of 5%
ils; providing for classified property
11 and income tax of 3 per cent after
Severance tax, 2 per cent for state,
f P er cent f° r parishes, up to $200,
Creating new suffrage qualifications
when,—education, intelligence and under
anding clauses, created 63 registrars,
lccted by police juries, subject to re
^lew educational system, creating a
board, supervisory powers over
"Sight members elective, three ap
uie ; S b y board.
for piftted Xz mill to L- S. U. and A.
"Wehç after January I, 1925, and
out. Be* 0 other state institutions.
1 ble and $5,000,000 out of sever
Tsent™ June 30, 1922 to Jan
"lenr." f° r building a greater
"I've just reroad commission; cre
dy has spent rv service commission
cable what a fl.
how thankful I o. ■
good Lord for permit* ga,nsl
me." - a j
"Dolores, you are pern removal;
I only proposed to you a n. —
"I know you did, slow-poke^, -
Is not your fault. You wotr
proposed to me yesterday,
thought best not to disturb you
you were a little stronger. This e.
ning, however, I made up my mind i«
settle the matter, and so I "
"But suppose I hadn't proposed to
you, after all?"
"Then, John, I should have proposed
to you, I fear."
"But you were running an awful risk,
sending that telegram to Neddy Je
She took one large red ear in each
little hand and shook his head loving
ly. "Silly," she whispered, "don't be
a goose. I knew you loved me ; I
would have known it, even if Neddy
Jerome hadn't told me so. So I
played v a safe game all thé way
through, and oh, dear Caliph John, I'm
so happy I could cry."
"God bless my mildewed soul," John
Stuart Webster murmured helplessly.
The entire matter was quite beyond
his comprehension !
Where Do Poet« Compose?
But do poets ever write in garden«?
Swift, who was by way of being a
poet, built himself a garden seat at
Moor park when he served Sir Wil
liam Temple, but I don't know that he
wrote poetry there. Rather, It was a
place for reading. Pope, In his pros
perous days, wrote at Twickenham,
with the sound of his artificial water
fall In his ears, and he walked to take
the air In his grotto along the Thames.
But do poets really wander beneath
the moon to think their verses? -Do
they compose "on summer eve by
haunted "stream"? I doubt whether
Gray conceived hl« "Elegy" In an actu
al graveyard. I smell oil. One need
not see the thing described upon the
very moment. Shelley wrote of moun
tains, the awful range of Caucasus, bu
his eye at the time looked on sunn;
Italy. Ibsen wrote of the north whei
living in the south. When Bunyai
wrote of the delectable mountains h
was snug Inside a Jail.—Charles J
Brooks in the Century Magazine,
Mrs. William» Tell» Hew
Lydia E. Pînkham W e get&ble
Compound Kept Her
in Health
" Lydia E. Piakbam'a
md helped me both
before and after my
baby was born. 1
Buffered with back
t —ac.he, headache, waa
to sign Tcneraliy run down
Complete revision of mufiicipL 8*w
parochial laws, granting elastic op
tions in parish government.
Softened third degree methods in
bill of rights.
Adopted minimum wage.
Increased rate on state and district
bonds from five to six per cent.
Extended penal system, purchasing
5000 acres at Angola
Cut down legislature house from
118 to 100, senate from 41 to. 39.
All local health boards made sub
ordinate to state board, and increased
state board from five to eight, three
Raised homestead exemptions to
Agriculture and conservation made
organic law.
Levee system maintained, merger
Providing for mother's pensions.
Municipal ownership of ice plants;
curbing trusts. t
Confederate pensions increased;
$130 limit at Soldiers' Home lifted, §
Here are a few of the things which
the Constitutional Convention did not
It did not prevent the mayor of New
prevent mayor
0l leant from succeeding himself- the
on|y jfic thj requested b en
- -
emor Parker in his speech before the
convention opening day, March 1st
It did not observe the "gentlemen's
agreement" in severance tax.
It did not create a civil service
board "to destroy the New Orleans
It did not adopt the unit voting
It did not raise the governor's salary
to $10,000.
Did net chiingf : .u time of
stale »."lion i;i Louisiana fron Aiili!
lo November.
Did not change the time of meeting
of the State Legislature from M i> to
Did not enact onj new racehorse o».
gambl-ng lestriclions.
Did not order commission form ol
government for Irishes.
Did not abolish the justices of the
D.d not abolish police juris - bu*
left optional clar-c.
Did not reduce sr 'aries nor the num
ber of officials except in iistiir.1
Did not submit the new constitu
tion to the people.
Co-operation can be put in practice
now without waiting on a majority.
Why not jump in and help make a be
M IK L .
locrat has been
TU bftmU' able to exe
Medlcal skill h.
or more MtJrfaeto*,.
Thouaand* of parant* ow»
In« health to Mra. Wins..
Thar find It narer fail* to ht.,
and sratifjrhiff result*. Plea,
take. pleasant ta rive. Open pab»~
tpnnnla appear* on erary label
As One Raised
From Dead
Eatonlo Mmde Hhn WmU
"After suffering ten long month!
with stomach pains, I have taken
Eatonlc and am now wlthont any pain
whatever. Am ss one raised from the 1
dead," writes A. Percifleid.
Thousands of stomach sufferers re«
port wonderful relief. Their trouble
1« too much acidity and gas which
Eatonlc quickly takes up and carries
out restoring the stomach to a
healthy, active condition. Always car
ry a few Eatonlcs, take one after eat
ing, food will digest well—yon will
feel fine. Big box costs only a trifle
with your druggist's guarantee.
<todak Finishing—Send Roll Film« and
or 6 Brilliant Prints. STAR PHOTO
109 South Oaage £)t.. INDEPENDENCE,
W. N. Ü., HOUSTON, NO. 24-1921,

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