"WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU?"
SynopsisSenor Antonio de la
Guerra, a fine old Spaniard living
on his ancestral estate on the
American side of the Mexican bor
der, is informed by his American
lawyer, Dempton, that there is a
technical error In his will. He
thereupon signs anew will, without
reading it. While this is going on
his adorable granddaughter and
heiress, Senorita Teresa, is out on
her rose-covered balcony listening
to American love-making from Billy
Stanway, owner of the Painted
Rock ranch. Teresa goes to Join
her grandfather andfindshim gone,
with the drawing room in disorder
and blood on the floor. The Amer
ican takes command of the situa
"Good," cried Stanway. "Take
twenty men with yon send the other
five to the house. Pronto, Gaucho."
Gaucho turned and ran, calling to
bis vaqueroa as he went
"Pedro," called Stanway to the chief
of the house servants.
"Have the doors and windows shut,
the shutters locked. When Gaucho
sends the five men, put one of them
upon the senorlta's balcony, the oth
ers at the windows, especially the
south windows, Pedro. Then put out
all the candles and be silent, all of
"No one goes to bed again tonight.
Each one, man and woman, find a gun
of some sort. I do not think that
there Is danger, but remember that
the border Is just there, remember
that they have taken the good senor
from you, remember that we are leav
ing the senorita in your protection."
He spoke swiftly and turned to
follow Gaucho out into the dark. Te
resa, who had been watching him in
silence, came to him and put her hand
upon his arm.
"Senor Billy," she whispered. "You
are going with Gaucho and the rest?"
"Yes," he answered shortly. "You
are safe here they do not dare an
open attack in United States territory.
And no doubt we shall be back before
*vfhat have they done with hlmr
gfce was asking, trying to speak stead
ily. "What do thinkdid they"
She broke off. He could see her
lips trembling. One of the Indian
women, through habit beginning to
tidy the room, moved the rug Stanway
.bad placed by the table, discovered
the stain, went down on her hands
and knees, and then rose with
"Sangrel" She cried. "Jesus Maria!
Sta muertol He Is dead. They have
killed him. The beloved senor, who
was so good"
Stanway strode back to her, taking
her by the shoulders and commanding
ber to stop her noise and go help Pe
dro lock the doors and windows. But
Teresa had heard they bad all heard.
She stood very still then, looking
tall and slender and white.
"Go to the doors snd windows as
the American senor commands," she
said steadily. "Leave no light to show
that anyone Is awake Do whatever
Pedro tells you to do, in swiftness and
In silence. I shall come to /we what
you are doing in a moment now. Go."
They left aa she commanded, In
swiftness and silence. The doors
closed behind them, and Teresa turned
her great eyes, full of dread and suf
fering, upon Stanway.
"You saw It before?"
"You think that they havekilled
"No," he cried, more assurance In
his voice than in his heart "It means
nothing if there la a little blood after
men have struggled aa they must have
fought here. And If they killed him,
then why carry the body with them?
He la alive he must be."
"Yes," she answered, "I should feel
it here." Her hands were pressed tight
upon her breast "Now go with them,
Senor Billy. Yon are good to us."
"Good to myself," he laughed back
t her, trying to speak easily.
Stanway passed oat Into the patio,
running toward the corrals where he
had left his own horse saddled under
a live oak. As he ran he heard the
girl's voice caning to him:
"Remember, Senor Billy, that you
mn riding across the border tonight
Into Mexican territory. There Is dan
ger there. And well, perhaps there
Is one who will pray fat your speedy
and safe return."
He saw the Sutter of her gown
through the misty moonlight swept off
his hat called back a cheery word,
and ran on.
He saw a group of men mounted or
mounting new, at the corral, and knew
Gaucho and his vssjneros were ready.
He could see the stint of the pale
night light upon the rifles In their
lean brown hands.
He found his own horse, a tall, res
into the saddle,
ts Gaacho, and then
keeping the men at the corral gate,
that their voices were raised excitedly.
Giving his mount the spur he dashed
down to them.
"Que es?" he called, half angry at
the momentary delay. "What is it,
"I'll answer for Gaucho," came a
deep, sonorous voice, unmistakably
southern in accent. "It Is I, senor."
"And you," snapped Stafiway. "Who
the devil are you?"
"One who is not accustomed to be
ing addressed as If be were a mes-
tizo," with a certain haughtiness
which rode well upon the deep music
of the voice. "Senor Don Eduardo
Ramon Torre, at your service, senor!"
"Oh, hI," grunted the American
under his breath. And then, riding
into the heart of the excited group,
reining in his sorrel close to a deep
chested black animal, Its hide glisten
ing with sweat, he said shortly: "Well,
Torre, what is It? We are In some
thing of a hurry."
"We? So you are one of us, senor?
Bueno. It is a pleasure to know."
"He has met up with the raiders,
Senor Stanway," Gaucho snarled. "He
was riding this way from across the
river. He is wounded, see?"
Stanway saw that there was blood
upon the young Spaniard's cheek, that
there was along cut which might have
been made by a grazing bullet.
"Small reason we should loiter
here," he said quickly. "What way
did they go, Torre?"
"South, naturally, senor," replied
"Gaucho!" cried Stanway then.
"Scatter your men out as we ride so
that we make a line a mile long when
we come to the hills just across the
.line. Let them keep a sharp lookout,
and fire if they see the rebels. We
must not get too far apart,\or we shall
not be able to do anything. How many
of them were there, Torr.e?"
"I forgot to count, senor. I should
say, fifty, perhaps."
"We are twenty. That is enough.
You are not coming with us?"
"I think not Why, with so compe
tent a leader as you, should I come
also? No. I think," and he turned
his horse toward the white walla of
l Shall Remain Hera."
the hacienda, "that I shall remain
here with my kinswoman. There may
be a second attack upon the rancho.
Good hunting, senor."
He turned his horse, and, sitting
easily, gracefully in the deep Mexican
saddle, rode away through the moon
light Stanway, frowning after the
retreating form, hesitated a moment
Then, calling sharply to Gaucho Mo
rales, he gave his horse the spur and
"You understand what we're doing,
Gaucho?" he said sternly. "We're In
vading Mexico, come right down to It
We're not supposed to have any busi
ness there just now. We've got to
take care of ourselves."
"SI, senor," muttered Gaucho at his
Word From the Inaurrectoa.
Moon paled, stars died,, the east
flushed to the coming of the sun be
fore they turned back from a fruitless
quest riding again dose together
toward the north.
Stanway and Gaucho had kept upon
the trail through the fields, the others
spreading out to east and west as
they rode that there might be no
chance of missing the party they
sought in the night
But in an hour they had come Into
a country where all tracks were
mingled with the hoof marks of cattle
and vaqueroa* ponies, and their trail
was smothered and lost
Shortly before midnight they hat
come upon three men, ragged, ugly
looking Mexicans, sleeping about a
camp fire which was fast dying. The
men knew nothing or professed at
ignorance, Stanway could not tell
After that nothing, although they
had pushed many miles into the Mexi
can country until t^iey realized the ut
ter uselessness of riding farther.
"We may as well go back, Gaucho,"
Stanway said at last "They will want
ransom, I suppose. When they speak
we'll know what to do."
And reluctantly, his face black with
the wrath upon him, Gaucho Moralea
called to bis men to turn back.
The sunlight lay bright and warm
upon the oranges and their blossoms
when they rode back to the rancho,
Stanway threw himself from the
saddle, a bit stiff' from long hours oi
Then, walking slowly now, loath to
greet Teresa de la Guerra with news
of their failure, he came into the patio.
She was there waiting for him.
"Nothing," he blurted out 'We
have found nothing."
"I know," she said quietly. She
came toward him, putting out her
hands. "You have been good to us,
He laughed a bit awkwardly.
"I don't know how," he retorted. "I
have done nothing. You have not been
She hesitated. He saw a quick
frown gather her brows. Then,
speaking lightly, she replied, saying:
"No. But come you must be hun
gry and tired out. Coffee is ready."
He went with her to the broad-open
"Torre is here?" he asked, his eyei
intent upon her face.
The frown came again, and wai
gone quickly. But he had seen It
"He is here, yes. Asleep, I think
He was wounded. You know?"
"He is not badly hurt?"
Her tired eyes, into which sleep had
not come during the long night, grew
"It Is only his beauty which If
harmed," she said swiftly.
"Good morning, prima mla!" called
a deep, laughing voice. "Ah, still with
us, Senor Stanway?"
Torre, debonair in the dark, youth
ful beauty of him, greeted them at th
"Certainly Senor Stanway Is stlL
with us," said Teresa coolly. "He It
my guest, my grandfather's friend
Torre laughed and lifted his shoul
"Enter," he said with a graciousness
which was In some strange way vague
ly Insulting It was as though be wen
the master here, and because of hir
generosity not only Stanway but th
girl as well were allowed upon th
Now It was Teresa who flushed
"Come, Senor Billy," she said qui
etly. "We are going to have coffee
For the fraction of a second the
two men stood fronting each other
their level eyes filled with challenge,
with a mistrust which was little lest
Then the Spaniard, bowing again
turned away, with a alight smile play
ing under the small, pointed mustache,
and Stanway followed his hostess.
Pedro himself superintended the
serving of the simple breakfast.
"Senorita," Stanway said at last,
pushing back his chair, "I should like
to go back to the drawing room. There
might be something there to give ui
a hint that will help us."
"SI," she said, "I had thought oi
that I looked last night carefullj
after you bad gone."
"You found nothing?"
"Nothing that I could understand,'
she answered quietly. "Something I
He looked up at her quickly. hU
eyes full of question.
"This," she answered, not waiting
for him to speak.
She placed a folded paper before
him. He glanced at it frowned,
looked again, and turned once more
"It la his will. Dated last night
But why baa he made a new oner'
"Read it" as quietly aa before
though her eyes were brightening witt
some surge of emotion he could not
THE TOMAHAWK. WHITE EARTH. MINN.
Stanway to Torre: "You
cant get away with a thing
like this. Explain it
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
What la Mefueaiir
"Mofossir la a Hindoo word mean
ing "the provincial or rami districts"
as opposed to the towns. The Gasr
getic delta Is the land deposited bj
the river Ganges Is India at its moot*
forming an extensive tract of very rid
otL The whole phrase refera to thosf
rich, fertile districts near the rooutt
of the Ganges, where great fstctidsf
of rice sis grows.
MIGHT GET IT RIGHT SOON
youthful Sunday School Teacher by
No Means Disconcerted by First
Rather Wild Statement
She Is fifteen and teaches a Sunday
school class of ten little girls. That
they might "learn to keep and do
them," she bade them commit the
twelve commandments. The day for
the utterance of the "twelve" statuses
The little girl on the end seat was
vailed on first. Glibly she repeated the
ten. There was a pause. She was
waiting for the approval of ber
"Give the other two," firmly com
manded the teacher. "My mother
said there. were only ten, and that
was more than anyone could keep, and
she knows," retorted the assured lit
tle end-seat girl.
Nonchalantly the teacher began
turning the pages of Revelation. She
was working to Deuteronomy.
''Certainly there are but ten com
mandments. How stupid. I was think
ing of Proverbs. You know, my dears,
there are twelve of those."
At a dinner the other night to Ed
ward Price Bell, the well-known Amer
ican journalist, several epigrams wove
related about the peace terms. The
Americans described it as "a peace
with a punch." An English speaker
said he had heard it described as "a
peace with a vengeance."
I may add as the expression of the
feelings of the ordinary man who has
had to work through the 10,000 words,
that it is a peace that passeth under
Not for Charlotte.
Charlotte is the three-year-old daugh
ter of a College avenue resident. One
of the recent warm evenings she re
moved her shoes and stockings and
went over to the front porch of a
neighbor to show her that she was
barefooted. The neighbor said: "You
tad better get on your shoes or you
vill catch your death of dampness."
Charlotte immediately replied, "Oh, no.
have had it."Indianapolis News.
SellumHow's the market, Wright?
WrightRotten I'm actually starv
ing. Sold a bundle of we-thank-you
for-the-submission slips yesterday to
rhe junkman for enough to buy a pack
age of Unlucky Hit cigarettes. As for
checks, they're as scarce as crowned
heads in Europe.
SellumIn short, you're writing lor
the magazines, but they're not writing
If you would criticize your boss get
fully n. mile away from everybody, then
whisper to yourself.
"Gabe Sogback got hold of a drink
or-two of bone-dry licker tuther eve
ning and went home and throwed him
self on the bed, face down," related a
citizen of Sandy Mush, Ark. "As soon
as he was asleep his wife took and tied
him fast'by the four corners, spread
out like a capital letter *X,' and beat
and mauled him with a wagon spoke
till she mighty nigh smashed'him flat.
A passel of us fellers going by heerd
the hooraw, and, 'lowing a varmint
was killing somebody, went in, and
sorter persuaded Mizzus Sogback to
turn Gabe loose. She said she had
whipped him b'cuz she loved him. I
reckon that was all right, but I'm
sorter curious to know what she'd
a-dld to him If she'dp'tu!hated
him."Kansas City Star.
Matter of Jurisdiction.
At the master painters and decorat
ors' banquet the other evening one of
the guests said to a companion:
"I notice a couple of doctors In the
"Yes, I saw them, too," the other
"How do you account for their pres
Jokingly the painter answered:
"Oh, we are obliged to be very strict
on account of the union."
"How does that affect the doctors?"
"Every doctor must have a working
card, you know, so he will be able to
paint with iodine."Youngstown Tele
That Might Help.
Gwendoline de Vere gazed out of the
window at the drizzling rain and the
sloppy streets and sighed dismally, as
she pondered on the misery of things
"Aye, I am heart hungry," she mur
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"What, I wonder, can alleviate these
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Just then a voice came from the
"Come on, Gwen! Dinner's ready.
Got liver and bacon today!"
A Chinese diplomat mentioned some
thing about a Chinese having com
mitted suicide by eating gold leaf.
"Well," said a society woman in the
company. "I can't understand how that
could have killed him."
"Probably," answered the diplomat,
seriously, "he died from the conjsclqas
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0, Personal happiness is almost synon
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Which Had Which?
Mother had taken Joe and John to
the doctor's for an examination as the
teacher had suggested. At the supper
table that night she reported the ver
dict to father. "The doctor says they
have adenoids and bad tonsils," she
Father looked surprised but before
he could speak, up piped six-year-old
John: "Which one of 'em is mine,
mom, and which one is Joe's?"
Mr. HomestopperTrifier! If you
don't love me, why did you throw
yourself on my breast and put your
arms around my neck and kiss me?
Miss PeachblowOh, that was only
a training stunt. The best ever Is on
his way home from France and I want
to give him the right kind of welcome.
A woman always has a reason for
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