Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-11
drawn from the bank"
fYv,D4o-;1tor

drawn from the bank"
"Jabez Y. Stone had given pre-
vious draft to another man for the
money. The other man got the
thea ic:--dross, mean. On that
| we poh mortais should so crave after the
dross which perisheth!'
Don't preach!''
''oh, my young brother. the little word in
Il wish it would choke you. Now who
drew that money!
"A carnal man-yo' fathehs mortal
enemy-Misteh Ryan
Ryan! Ryan,"
"Misteh George Ryan. yessir. To-day yo'
father presents worthless paper at the
bank In exchange for his breeding cattle
Oh, how grievous a thing 1t Is that de-
ceitful men Should deceive themselves.
preparing for a sultry hereafter. Think of
these poh dumb driven cattle, exchanged
for bogus draft upon miserable, mis-
cradle bank-how--''
"Luis!" Jim yelled, and his segundo, old
Luis Terrazas, came a-hying. Luis, take
the men home-I've got to so back to
Lordsburgh
"Stay!'' The preacher lifted his hand,
brushed back the hat from his face. and
stared into Jims eyes "Chalkeye Davies
is yondeh at Lordsburgh thar--you can
trust him, Ell? Send letter to Chalkeye;
| ask him to wire the sheriff at Albuquerque
to hold that thar train OF cattle pending
| inquiries"
I'm going back myself. You stand
Sch. If you don't ride straight for Holy
Cross you aint goin' to see yo mother
ahve--she's sinking rapid"
How do you know what's happening at
Holy Cross, at Grave City and at Lords
burgh and all these places hundred miles
| apart?''
Have I said anything, boy, that you
caynt believer
You lied when you said you We're thirsty,
when you claimed to have walked, when
you made out YOU couldn't catch your
horse, and couldn't ride-you lied, and
your liar!''
The preacher reached for his hip, and a
dozen revolvers covered him instant.
"Seh' he said, quite gentle, my hand
kerchief Is in my hip-pocket; observe me
| blow my nose at yo' remarks"
He trumpeted into his big red handker-
chief
"at being q preacher, when you've been
all your life in the saddle?"
"Yo' questions, sch, are personal for
stranger, and the character you gave me
to yo' greasers was some hasty, and the
salute of guns you offer makes me feel
unworthy. AS to your thanks for an hon
est warning to save yo lost cattle and
haste to you dying mother
Jim flushed with shame.
Il beg your pardon, sir
'And you accept my warming"
"If you'll prove you forgive me by shak-
ing hands Mr.. -"
"Misteh? Just call me friend-no more.
And Jim, when you've been to Holy
Crawss, yo' natural feelings will call you
swift to Grave City, where you'll find your
father in mortal danger, i feah."
I'm mortal danger?'
"Unless." said the stranger, "a mere
friend can save him."
Jim looked into this strangers face. at
the tanned fTide, scanned and furrowed with
trouble, the strong, hard lips twisty with
a sort of queer smile, at the eyes, which
seemed to be haunted
"Sir," he said, I'm do what you tell me-"
So he took paper and pencil from his wal
let, leaned over the horn of his saddle. and
made 1t desk enough for what he had to
write.
"Win this do?' says he, passing his letter
to the stranger.
Eyes, reckon. Add, sonny that Misteh
Michael Ryan's private cyar is due from
the east tomorrow. with the Pacific ex-
press. It's timed to reach Grave City at
1905 pm. Chalkeye will be thar"
Jim wrote all that down, then looked up,
fearful, surprised at this preacher knowing
so much, then glanced all around to see
which man had the best horse for his mes
sage.
''Onater' he called.
Isl senor.''
Take this letter Onate. to Mr.. Chalk
eye Davies in Lordsburgh. Then you'll fol-
low me home"
Onate uncovered, took the letter and
bowed his thanks. ''Gracias senior, adios."
and curved off swift for Lordsburgh
Then Jim saw the preachers eyes boring
him through
"You will shake hands?' he asked.
with glad hand" said Capt. Mccall
mont Put her thar, boy! l hope when
we meet UP again you'll remember me as a
friend"
So the great robber swung his horse and
spurred up back to his hilltop while Jim
and the vaqueros burned the trail for home