The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1902-07-11

| cu1D pofnt4 o. NV. You know q
brief, the value of money He paused
. moment. and the other swung hiu
chair just tribe 30 that the light
shaded his face \ little more.
Money!" repeated the governor, Is
II he failed to ind the connection.
Yes. money. II you hadn't known
what money meant, do you think
you'd be governor to-day. don't
Let me remind you that there are peo-
pie alive who could explain your cleo
ton In q very-well. dollar And cents
manner. II it came to tho scratch
| could get some of that evidence In a
minute. 1t wouldn't read well for the
next election. Come" he looked the
governor straight In the eye, how
| much."
The other still hesitated cit might
do me more harm than you could do
me. I've got to consider my political
chances"
We'll, consider them-with money!
Money will do anything. Rumors can't
live against it." He drew out check
book. and stopped over by the table
to write. He tore out the thin strip
OF paper that bore his just written
name.
I've left the amount blank" he
said. Fill it in-afterwards But just
now it Is matter o: immediate i'm
portance that the militia be ready to
start with me to the north woods. Ia
| fifteen minutes 1 shall be ready; in an
other half hour shall expect the men
to be ready to proceed" The governor
again essayed to speak, to resist; but
his hand held the check passiveIy. II
count upon you." said Orleans, rising.
| and passing out
A few hours afterward the white
dust Of the Fran1town road was n.y.
ing up like mist-spray around the
troop Of riders in dui gray uniforms
speeding northward. With them was
a rider in civilian dress, Orleans. His
face was set, and bis eyes had the
light OF conflict in them.
Presently Orleans held up a hand
Halt" rang out from his lips He
rode forward little way and listened.
They're close by he said Tie the
horaSs!"
stunted brush wood. Nearer and
nearer they crept until finally they
were at the very edge Of the clearing
In the center Of it were the kidnapped
stonecutters. They still seemed dazed,
appalled, at the thing that had befailen
them. They talked together in whis-
pers. They were trying to reason the
thing out. Their captors had explain
ed things to them; yet it was all dim
and bewildering. They were strang-
ers in strange land; surely this was
curious welcome. They ~ere harm
less, unarmed Europeans, anxious
only for bread and butter So they
wondered, and whispered and wonder
ed.
Guarding this little band was a
slightly larger number Of men armed
with Winchesters and revolvers. One
of these was talking to his neighbor.
They must be got away at once.
They must be taken north. Well need
their evidence. as we'll as their bodies
Or else We'll just ship them right back
where they came from. And as for
Orleans"
liz ScAl0iiCe Was uSFST uHlSUOu.
Throw up your hanGs!" came ring
ing from out the thicket, and as an
echo to it came, also from that seclu-
sion, click of triggers.
Then a storm broke about the clear
ing. Flashes of flame, binding puffs
Of smoke, and the conclusion of sharp,
ear-splitting shots met and mixed and
filled the cedar-brakes with a con-
fusion of Ii..ise and mist and color.
beings went flying like detache, 1uls.
The fight only lasted a little ~ e.
1t was too sharp, too close, too deadly
Again the command went out:
Hold up your hands,"
This time there came an answer.
I'VE do" A sound of falling -reapons
followed, proving better than any
proof possible to eyes blinded by
smoke, that the surrender was actual.
The officer Of militia was advancing
with his men to take possession. Sud
denly hand fell on his arm.
take the boys TO the capitol said
a voice beside him. 1t was Orleans
The officer looked at him in quick sur
prise. The mans voice was hardly
recognizable. Tell Watson to put
them to work at once, and to wire the
syndicate. I don't think L" He fell
over IN a faint. AS he fell they no
ticed that blood was streaming from
his side.
isn't one of you doctor?" said
the officer.
One Of the troopers stepped forward,
and knelt by Orleans. He threw his
coat open and quickly ripped his
clothes down to where the bullet had
shown a bloody trail. Orle"r~' eyes
were closed with the pain Of the
wound. The doctor shook his head;
he looked up at the officer, ard shook