Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1906-06-16

a magnificent Comanche racer, and by
his side walked another horse of fine
form and great fame for speed and en-
durance. AS the Texan slid from his
saddle, caressing his pony, he whis-
pered: Give us little start and there
is not a horse in all Mexico able to
catch u.s.
Sweetheart mine, not all the treas
ures of the world, steel, or any power
less than God shall ever separate u.s.
soft, milo cabaIlaro. Dios milo! que
contento estoy.''
And the joy of all the world is
crowded into my BOSOM whispered
Jack. He was just in the act of lift
ing her into the saddle, when it looked
as if a dozen big hands rose from the
earth and his arms were seized.
Marvellous Escape from Death.
Don St. Louis appeared, foaming
with rage. Tearing his daughter from
the side of the struggling youth, he
passed her to an attendant, saying:
LOCK her up Then turning to one
who appeared to be in command, he
said: 1T is the Americana migrate,
cursed gripgo. 1 do not care to soil
my hands. Juan, tie rock to his neck
and throw him into the river"
Jack knew that the poems were only
too glad to obey orders, and strongly
suspecting that he mad a rival in the
bunch, he realized that all hope for
mercy was lost. They dragged him
to the bank of a stream not far away,
and while some were busy hunting a
big rock others were preparing strings.
1t required the united strength of the
bunch to overpower the fighting Texan,
and when they were ready to push
him over the bank Jack dexterously
threw out one hand and dragged the
leader of the gang into the water
with him. The peon had a knife, and
when he struck to cut Jacks throat he
missed his aim and severed the cord
that held the big rock.
The athletic Texan was now master
of the situation. He wrenched the
knife from the hand of his enemy,
and the next moment the water was
red with the blood about a foundering
peon, and Jack Hondorn was swim
ming toward the opposite shore.
Back to the Ranch.
One would imagine that this narrow
escape would have cooled the passion
of the most ardent lover. Not SO with
the incorrigible Texan Ten days had
hardly elapsed before he appeared at
the Rancho Rivera disguised as an In
dian, seeking employment He was
given a job herdinG sheep
When the indomitable Texan found
an opportunity to sned his disguise and
open his arms, Madeline ran and
threw herself upon his bosom with
| joy and confidence.
| This time fortune again played the
! lovers false. They encountered a
locked and barred pasture gate, with a
fence of nine barped wires on either
| side Madeline had been so closely
watched that her absence had been
noted almost instantly. The alarm was
no sooner raised than the whole force
of the Rancho Grande was set to scour-
ing the country in every direction The
unfortunate lovers were encountered
/ while riding hard to reach a distant
/ gate. A desperate Dattle ensued, and
| Jack caught a couple of hot balls that
stunned him for the moment, though
neither made more than slight wounds
| Again numbers triumphed, and the
| lovers were torn apart for the second
time
Never fear, sweetheart. Better lucl
next timei" shouted Jack
There will be no next time,'' roared
one of the poems Bring the Colorado
diabIo cabaIlo-''
Tied to Back OF Wild Horse.
The wounded Texan was dragged
over the ground and firmly dashed tt
the back of the red devil of horse
And then while tao inhuman devil,
howled and roared with LAUGHTER thu