Evening star., 1896-01-04

Of themselves the law and the arm of IT
nerce and swift-moving body that knows
little OF prevention, but much of vengeance
They drew UP suddenly, and the rows of
great silver-trimmed sombreros bobbel ia
surprise.
Richardson saw lose throw himself from
MS horse and begin to jabber at the leader
OF the party. When he arrived he found
that his servant had already outlined the
entire situation, and was then engaged in
Gescr b - him Richardson) as an Ameri-
can senior of vast wealth, who was the
friend of almost every governmental poten-
tate within 100 miles. This seemed to pro-
foundly impress the officer. He bowed
gravely to Richardson and smiled sixnffi-
cantly at his men, who unslung their car
bines.
The little ridge hid the pursuers from
view, but the rapid thud Of their horses
feet could lie heard occasionaIlv thsy
yelled and called to each other
Then at last they swept over the brow of
the hill, wild mob Of almost fifty drunken
horsemen: When they discerned the pale
uniformed rurales they were sailing down
the slope at top speed.
IL toboggans half way down a hiIl should
suddenly make up their minds to turn
around and go back. there would be an ef-
rect somewhat like that now produced by
the drunken horsemen. Richardson saw
the rurales serenely swing their carb!nes
forward, and, peculiar-rhinded person that
ne was, felt his heart lap into his throat
at the prospective volley. But the officer
rode forward alone.
1t appeared that the man who owned the
best horse in this astonished company was
the fat Mexican with the snaky mustache.
and, in consequence, this gentleman was
quite a distance in the van. He tried to
pull Up, wheel his horse and scuttle back
over the hill. as some Of his companions
had done, but the officer called to him In a
voice harsh with rage.
howled the officer. This senior
is my friend the friend of my friends. Do
you dare pursue him. -? -. -!
These lines represent terrible names, all
different. used by the officer.
The lat Mexican simply grovele6 on his
horses neck. His face was green; 1t could
De seen that he expected death.
The officer stormed with magnificent in
tensity: -!
Finally he sprang from his saddle. and.
"Go"-and kicked the horse in the belly
with all his might The animal gave a
mighty leap into the air, and the fat Mex;-
can, with one wretched glance at the con-
templative rurales. aimed his steed for the
top OF the ridge. Richardson again gulped
n expectation Of a voIley, for-it is said
this Is one OF the favorite methods of the
ruraies for disposing Of objectionable peo-
pie. The fat, green Mexican also evidently
thought that he was to be killed while on
the run, from the miserable look he cast at
the troops. Nevertheless, he was allowed
ridge top.
Jose was exultant defiant, and oh, brist-
ling with courage. The black horse was
dropping sadly, his nose to the ground
Richardson's little animal with his ears
bent forward. was staring at the horses of
the rurales as IL in an intense study Rich
ardson longed for speech. but he could only
bend forward and pat the shining silker
shoulders. The little horse turned his head
and locke back gravely.
(The end)
An Engagement" the first story written
by ST. Robert Peel son of the Ia re sneaker
of the house of commons, will begi1 next
Monday