Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1914-10-24

FOR answer she took PedrO,9 fac0
between her old hands that were Ike
withered leaves.
1Dost thou know who is In the
city" she asked Thine enemy and
mine. Ricardo. He struck me, and
was senseless- But when mine eyes
opened. 1 arose and went in search of
him. took the long, slender machete
with the handle of pearl. but found
him not There was a woman with
him %
Yes. said Pedro, my mother"
Then thou, too, hast seen him!
Where?" she asked eagerly. And
with thy mother? Surely you are
mad?"
Not mad, only bewildered and
frightened" he answered 81 know
where they are. but not for what pur-
posei / shall tell thee all that 1 have
seen. but not now Can't you hear the
others saying that my benefactor has
vanished? Before anything else we
must find and help him, If need be-"
Where are Ricardo and thy mother?"
asked Nita, her eyes fixed upon Pc
dro's, and her hand closed tightly
upon some object that was hidden
among the bundled shawls and scarfs
about her waist. Pedro's eye followed
the movement
1T is very far from here, oh. ancient
lady" he lied glibly, land 1 shall not
tell you where until / return. Then
we shall attend to your little matter,
and 1 shall see why and how my
mother comes in such company. My
motheri" he turned away and sighed.
Il had forgotten how loved her!" he
said as though to himself. Then he
picked up the pole and chain, and sig
nailed to Beau-Jean that he was ready.
Nita arose to her feet
Where is the murderer, the Sc
Queer of my daughter" she screamed.
Where Is Ricardo?''
AT the other end of the city" said
Pedro Come quickly. Beau-Jean"
And with that they were off, leaving
Nita screeching imprecations at them
from the 'stair-head. in the most
healthy manner. AS they reached the
street Beau-Jean asked:
What is all this murder business
of which Nita talks? Couldn't we man
age to avenge her, when we have
found Samhill?"
Perhaps" said Pedro soberly, "for
this man, Ricardo Valdez, is a very
wicked man. He used to live near
my home Nita was my nurse, once,
and her daughter was my foster-sister
When she was only fifteen Ricardo
stole her away. Then he deserted her,
and when she came back to US she
killed herself and her baby. Ever
since Nita has been looking for him,
to avenge her child. But she is so
old now. that 1 think we had best not
let her do it. 1 am sure she would
really prefer dying with us, to dying
in jail"
Il agree" said Beau-Jean
"And now which way shall we
turn?' said Pedro.
"As the bear came from the river,
let us to the river co. suggested
Beau-Jean.
"a good notion" said Pedro, land
as likely to prove fruitful as any"
More likely uptown than down,
from here said Beau-Jean, and again
Pedro assented.
And so, in accordance with the plan,
if plan it could be properly called, they
made their way westward, straight
toward the docks, and, once reaching
them, began pilgrimage uptown.
Mr.. Jones now began acting in
most peculiar manner. Something on
the sidewalk had attracted his atten-
ton, and nothing could divert him
until he had made a thorough inspec-
ton To Beau-Jean and to Pedro
there appeared to be nothing on the
pavement but a good deal of dirt and
refuse; but one particular spot seemed
to have fascinated Mr.. Jones, and
there was nothing for it but to stand
waiting while he no6ed about
Shall l chasten him. asked Beau
Jean, who was accustomed to using
this method with Koko.
No. certainly not" said Pedro, 81
believe he's been here before. Per
haps he recognizes something. Let us
watch!"
Pedros surnise was an eminently
correct one, for Mr.. Jones had recog-
nized-honeyi Very shortly he raised
his head, found the scent, and came
upon second spot of interest How
delightfuTt-this was the neighbor-
hood in which he had found that nice
hive where there were no bees to
sting, and where the honey was SO
PLENTIFUL He really had not taken
half of it last timei And here were |
his own footsteps, his sticky, honey
made footprints. which would help |
him to find the treasure again. Thus |
it happened that In time they reached |
the doorway of the little dairy, which |
Mr.. Jones' recognized with a joyful |
bound, and sort OF purr, which |