Evening star., 1909-05-23
* RESCUES A MAIDEN
By Clarence L. Cullen
Drawings by Peter Newell

ends of our coats and he calmly but
determinedly yanked us back into our
seats We glared at him with adj
mixture of surprise and repTobaton. ~
Pianissimo has it, h0UibreS, OBJ
served Turk. taking long inhale out x -
of his corn shuck cigarette "Walt!
The girl suddenly stopped shriekng,
and, looking down the vague aisle OF N
smoke and reek, we saw that her bravo
had replaced his poniard In his sash
and was choking her, using both of his
pretty hands, in peculiarly cool and
workmanke manner. Then he tossed
the girl limp and inert, into a corner.
LAS good time to drill as any,
suggested Turk, and we went out into
the sweet, mist laden air
'A the same, Turk observed one
of us who had been pulled back into
his chair by mentor and Chief at,
the instant of the girl S greatest seeming
danger, that stuff wasn't like you.
How'd you know the girl wasn't going
to be slithered to ribbons right in front
of our eyes? And is it the regular thing
for you to sit by and allow women to
be done that way?"
Turk scorned to make reply. 1t was
not until after we'd had fourteen hours
sleep, and cantaloups and coffee, and were loungng
around. still in pajamas, in the large room of our
lodging pulling in the first smoke of the day, that he
gave his view of the proceedings of the night
before. with special reference to his own state of
passive aloofness therein.
7 DON'T just remember which Of you cub armadil-
los it was, began Turk. He was stretched cross
wise bed, in the most hideously motley suit of
paiamas ever built or seen in North America but
it kind of floats back to that one OF you started
to hang high cactus last night because yours
merrily-and cautiously-didn't swing into Greaser
fwirl-around and grab Beauty in Distress out OF
the reach of gleamy machete, with the spotlight
turned two thousand amperes, motion pictures
being taken, zthers tipping, and Carnegie Hero
Medal looming up biggern New Hampshire pie
plate.
Il reckon the reason why didn't bulge in and
make a noise like Sir Launcelot and Curly Balloo
and i'm Bludsoe and the rest of those noted heroic
hicks was that Just when ought tove been busy
/ was wearing smoked glasses and gazing earnest
like into rain barrel in the basement. l always
chinaware to be rescued is member of the Greaser
tribe like to figure myself bell mouthed blunder-
buss stuffed to the nozzle with sugs and nails when
it comes to being the firing line to help our
women when they're bayed up in squeamy pinches
but when Greaser folks have their troubles, I'm
looking out of the window. watching how the even
ing holds up. I'm absent with without leave
when the Spiggotes begin to mix it.
"Uh-huh, you push back the really and truly
noble rebate that woman's a woman Tor all that
and that any woman in trouble, of any land or ma
tion-and so on just like that. And I'm not paw
ing the ground like bull carabao over that view
either. The trouble with me is that | nudged into
from what the high spelers call imminent peril
That stunt cost me some rubber provinces and
couple of hundred thousand acres of good banana
land, and other little bijoutere like that. Which IS
why folks have got to show me the blueprlnts and
sectional drawings and other exposltory stuff
when they expect me. nowadays, to catapult into
Greaser of mussness and yank the Greaser
maiden involved into the serene spaces.