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not know what had become Of him
until he was we'll on his way to
Texas.
1t was week after he had started
when I.ottie Kemple rode down to
Clinch and heard the truth from the
parsons own lips. She wept for an
hour, while the white-haired old man
patted her head. tried to comfort her.
and assured her that he would be
her best friend. She dried her eyes
at last, smiled family, and. after
bite to eat. asked the parsons wife
for smack" to last her on her way.
Finally she rode away on her pony
into the coming night.
IT shore must be goin'!" she cried.
II shore must. Hits a long road, an
times sho't-yassuh!"
She galloped up the trail till she
was out Of sight Of the parsons
house. Then she refined her pony
into the woods, up the ridge back to
the hill path. Turning her face SOUTH
ward, she started down the river.
All night she rode, but not at
gallop, because It was long race.
and she must save her horse. She
knew the way-she had read the stars
many n night by Dundon's side, from
some point of rock above the valleys.
She laughed mirthlessly as she rode.
She had been happy once.
1t was a wild country, and the
bride path lay through a mountain
forest. She could look down nearly
1000 feet upon narrow, level bottoms,
where she detected an occasional red
dish glow. the reflection of fire or
smoke above a stick-and-mud CHM
ney. Once. stopping to rest her horse.
she heard rabbit running away in
the brush.
Dawn found her with tired eyes
staring at the path ahead. A few
miles farther on, and she turned down
from the ridge road and arrived at
Campbell's store house. Campbell's
wife was first cousin.
I'm travelin'," Lottie laughed glee-
fully. I'm on the long road. Sho.
! ben goin' all night-yassuh!"
"Shoo." Mrs. Campbell exclaimed.
"Some man stole yo', Lottie?"
"Nossuh! I'm goin' to steal man
-huh!" Lottie answered.
Mrs. Campbell laughed at that. and
Lottie remained with her over the
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convenient post, and burst into the
crowded saloon. The sheriff, with a
dozen punchers. was hanging over a
card-table. The abrupt uncere-
monious entrance Of the man startled
them.
The fellow made straight for the
sheriff and thrust into his hands a
crumpled note. With wondering
eyes the officer smoothed the paper
out and read the contents aloud;
Sheriff Crowley;
Bucky Smith is at my shack. I'm
keeping him here until midnight.
Come up at once. In pretending to
aid him. I'm giving him my clothes
to wear. hat and all. He believes
it will help him get away. Don't let
him slip through your fingers.
KINGSLAND.
A pregnant silence followed the
reading, broken moment later by
chorus of shouts as every man made
n dash for his pony, the sheriff in the
lead
Now. look sharp, boys" he eau
toned. as they were picking their
way UP the slope, "Bucky wasn't
born yesterday. Keep your eyes
open and your guns unlimbered."
There was no light In the shack
when the posse cautiously crept up
by the corral. after leaving all the
horses a mile or so down the trail;
but the moon was shining wildly,
and every post and fence-rail stood
out as If etched In silver.
Crowley, the sheriff. managed to
gain the shelter of hay-pile.
Crouched In the friendly shade, he
waited nervously. He was unable
to tell the time, but presently, as a
cloud swung over the moon, ne saw
the gliding form of a man come
out from the shed, leading a pony.
"Bucky!" he declared under his
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craft. The man at the sweeps was
Gene Dundon, and the woman by his
side was the one who had been Hattie
Brown. Catching a branch, Lottie
Kemple waited for the night to fall.
She dropped down to within 100 yards
of the boat. and then tied fast.
She could hear the sound of voices;
she heard Hattie begin to sing. The
sound cut the deserted girl to the
heart. The shadow on the window
curtain was that of Gene; she saw
that he was at the table, about to
came and sat down at the same side
Of the table with him. The sight Of
the silhouette wounded the other
woman cruelty, but she held her
breath.
The minutes dragged along. After
n time the light was blown out and
Lottie watched the stars to make sure
that she did not think an age had
passed when only minutes had gone
by. Slowly, the roar of the great
MuSSel SnOalS became more ana
more audible as the night grew older
1t was only little way to the canal
wing dam, and below that was the
water-tumbling over lodges of rocks,
splitting on the points of islands,
jumping up and down in the Wild
abandon of a mile wide river, torn by
Jagged stone and whipped into foam
by sawyer snags.
At last. when a pale star had pass
ed through the breadth Of a tree
Lottie let go her hold and floated
down the slack water to the little
cabin boat. She was in the shadow,
and all was quiet within. The suck
ing of the water along the bank help
ed to conceal her movements.
The boat was tied to the bank by
two long ropes, one from each gun
vale. They hung slack most of the
time, but occasionally the current
tugged at the silent craft, straight
ening out the lines. Lottie slipped
the lines from their stakes, and when
next the current tugged, the shanty
boat came away.
Lottie watched the craft clear the
brush and saw it drawn steadily into
the main current. Then she drove
her canoe into the wake and, sitting.
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with her chin on her fists, and her
elbows on her knees, she fioated with
the shanty boat, a few yards behind,
toward the leaping waters.
Ahead of her, a mile away was the
light marking the entrance to the
canal. Below that, a gray haze hung
above the gloomy river and out Of
the haze came the roar, heaving and
rolling as the water pounded upon
the rocks.
The boat floated along steadily and
quietly. There were no waves on the
water, no wind in the air. The huge,
dark masses of the bank seemed to
be marching past the stars above the
tree tops. On the water, few CLEANS
of light fickered and darted. The
light at the entrance to the canal
grew palmer as it became nearer.
The canoe and the shanty boat
1oated on down. turning from side
to side as the eddies in the current
caught them. The shanty boat came
between the canoe and the light, and
the girl saw a little halo of light
along the roof Of the boat, showing
that there was a faint shadow cast
by the light, 1t was 80 near.
Ahead the gray mist became whittier,
and to right and left, two banks Of
trees on islands marked the way to
the wing dam. Down the center Of
the way led the shanty boat. Now
the roar became furious and tumultu-
Gus. The light had been passed. The
girl in the canoe made no motion and
uttered no sound.
Suddenly a light flashed In the
shanty boat-it fickered a moment,
and then burned stead Oily. The front
door opened and a beam of light
yellow lamp lisht-shot out into the
night. 1t struck against the gray
fogbank above the leaping water.
Then the shadow of a human form
was thrown against the gray mist.
with the arms raised in astonishment.
The next instant far-heard scream
"A mans screanl-cut through the
roar of the waters. Then tie shanty
boat pitched over, down and OF Of
sight. A moment later the canoe
dipped at the fall and the ~irl, her
eyes shut, but her position unchanged,
followed her faithless sweetheart
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sheep-man ever got so valuable"
And then: Cant Leaf now?"
Kingsland led the way through the
door and pulled out chair. Bucky
followed and sank YEARLY, thank
fully, into it, watching the other cut
the bacon and toss 1t into the pan
On the warm stove. The very smell
sent his pulses leaping.
When 1t was done Kingsland
dumped the dozen thick slices into
q tin platter, set out pan Of cold
biscuits. and poured a dipper Of
muddy coffee. After that he sat
across from him at the table.
II guess you know that ! hate
every hair in your head, Bucky," he
broke out finally; but I can't SEQ
you starve. I'D Of thought you'd
turned in most anywhere-'cept
here" ne ended suggestively. did
you know Of the-reward?"
II sort OF guessed it, Bucky
paused from his eating. II killed old
Samson because he deserved 1t.
gave him time to draw. but he was
too slow. OF course you cow-men
won't believe that. Wasn't another
man IN the world I hated like him
unless It's you, King
I'm not doubling IT," the other
came back. Me and old Samson was
chums 1t was me who started Of
fering the reward. I don't see why
you came here"
Bucky ate for the interval In ST.
lence, feeling, with the rapid disap-
pearance of the food, the sure re-
turn of his strength. Maybe I'm
safer here than If stopped of at
the sheriff's," he argued. "Some.
times, I'm thinking, a mans enemy
Is his best friend-when there's a
price on his head"
Kinssland frowned. where you
headed for?"
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Abruptly there came another form
gliding from behind the cabin. He
saw, and waited. for he recognized
the man. It was Davis, a friendly
puncher working for the cow-man.
THAT you. Davis?"
For Gods sake. Bucky." the man
returned hoarsely, why are you
staying here? Get away! Don't you
know old Kingsland by this time?
He's sending one of the boys down
to camp for the sheriff"
Davis" Bucky said gravely, ris-
Ing to his feet and gripping the mans
shoulder, I'D be a coward to run
now. I've only paid back half the
debt. Samson's dead. but Kingsland
is still alive. It's a debt owe to my
boy, and Molly--and God"
And while the man listened, OPEN
cared. Bucky whispered long and
earnestly; and afterward they shook
hands and parted.
When Kingsland returned, n me
A'cHe 1otei' DuCky WAS SlttlIlS CTOSS-
legged in the doorway. his head and
shoulders outlined against the glow
OF the candles. while the red tip Of
his cigarette burned steadily In the
gloom. Twice the covenants hand
slipped to his hip. and twice ne
seemed to reconsider before his fin
gers touched the gun.
II Just saw that your pony was
fed and rubbed down." he explained
briefly. Midnight will be plenty of
time to get away. And by that time
he'll be as good as new"
Thanks" Bucky replied. tossing
away the cigarette. by midnight I
reckon III need him, too"
And In the dark both men smiled.
At eleven o'clock a dust-covered
cow-man rode up the solitary street
Of the camp, tossed his reins over a
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breath. and reached for his gun.
The figure, dressed in Kingsland's
wide-brimmed hat and his peculiar
long coat. mounted to the saddle and
began to ride quietly down toward
the trail.
Opposite the hay-pile the sheriff
stepped boldly out, his gun leveled.
Hands up. Bucky!" he warned.
I'm on to YOU"
But the figure on horseback
laughed and made as If to ride on.
Crowley repeated his demand.
Hands up! Hurry, or I'LL"
But again the laugh rang out,
while quick spur was touched to
the pony's side. 1t leaped sideways.
The sheriff's finger frightened on the
trigger and he pumped three shots.
as fast as he could pull. Bucky was
not to escape II he could prevent
1t!
The man on the horse fell Imply
to the ground. Crowley dashed for
ward, the smoking gun still in his
fingers. A dozen Of the boys came
hurrying into view, crowding around.
The moon slipped from under the
cloud, flooding everything. The sher-
in bent over and lifted the huddled
figure. The hat fell off; and one Of
the men. who was near. broke into
an oath.
My God" he gasped brokenly.
TITS Kingsland"
In the deserted street OF the camp
two men met. One was Davis, who,
since delivering the decoy message.
had remained there. The other hat
less. sitting YEARLY in his saddle and
weakened by his mad ride down the
trail. was Bucky.
Their hands met in a firm, under
standing grip. And then. turning.
they rode side sy side, IN moody ST.
lence. on their course toward tie
East.
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Ut WAS pretty weather In north
ern Alabama. The Tennessee
river was in tide, owing to long
rains in central Tennessee, and the
water was pouring over the banks
into the swamps along the south side.
But the sun was warm, the ducks
were shooting northward, and coons
and possums were basking on the
tops OF hollow sycamore limbs.
Coming down the river were people
''going West" Some were in shanty
boats, come in skiffs and q few were
on log RATS on which had been built
little lean-to camps. They were
farmers out Of Clinch, French Broad,
Little Tennessee, Hiwasse and other
streams, bound for Texas by way OF
the Ohio, Mississippi and Atchafa-
1aya.
They had heard from friends who
went before that down in Texas one
could get two-bale cotton land for
the price of hog wallows on the
TANKS of the Cumberlands. So they
had sold out their holdings, built lit
tie craft of some sort, and We're most
of them destined to become happy
shanty-boaters on the lower Misss-
sippi.
Among the rest were Gene Dundon
and his wife. This was their honey
moon as we'll as their home seeking.
They had slipped away from Taze-
we'll county after a secret marriage
before a kindly old parson. Hathaway
Blake. Old Hathaway loved the young
people. He liked to see the stalwart
young mountaineer steal his girl"
In spite of opposition, and run her"
to some new home.
He knew Gene Dundon and Hattie
Brown. Why shouldn't he? Hattie
was a pretty girl who sang at revi-
walls. and Gene could shoot the head
Off a squirrel at sixty yards. What
Hathaway did not know was the ex-
istence of Lottie Kemple. up Neu-
mans Ridge way. where Dundon had
been n frequent visitor.
She had sent word down to Dundon
that he must come to see her and
the next night but one Dundon
started west" with Hattie Brown
Dundon did not quite understand
Lottie. He thought she would for
get. Even if she did not, she would
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tlves. had prepared her for the long
race.
She stopped on shanty boats. and
at Vulture island she heard that she
was only a day behind the little red
shanty boat. But now she had a
chance to travel with an old farmers
family. 1t was threatening weather
the spring crop rains seemed to be
at hand--and for a week she floated
no more than a few miles a day, hop
ing for clear weather.
The next time she heard Of the little
red shanty boat 1t was only three
days ahead. Then. one murky morn
ing, she abandoned her friends, took
to her canoe again, and started on.
AS she padded, the clouds broke
away, the sun came out, and the girl
knew that she had done we'll to fol-
low in the canoe.
The river was full to the bank.
Orioles were singing in the elms, and
bluejays were screaming in focks.
At night the hooking birds were
dreaming in the willows.
Lottie padded all day long, and
when night came she did not go ashore.
The river, she knew, was safe for the
100 miles to Mussel Shoals. Tired out
at last, the vengeance seeker curled
down on the straw in the bottom Of
the canoe and went to sleep. The sun
awakened her.
1t was a glorious spring day. Birds
sang, the scent Of countless blossoms
filled the air, the pale green Of new
born leaves colored the landscape,
and the river itself was the color Of
liquid gold. In her heart the girl felt
that the chase was nearing an end.
She was weary and sad, and the
thought pleased her.
She scanned the shores carefully,
watching the inlets lest the little red
shanty boat be tied up in one. At
Decatur she studied the shanty-boat
town till she had seen every boat in
1t. A few miles below she saw the
big floating sawmill, and one of the
deckhands warned her that the shoals
were not far below.
Just before shutdown she spied a
shanty boat making toward the south
bank in the bend below her. She ran
her canoe into the shadow of the
trees and fioated slowly toward the
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the dusk of the early

"IROUGH the dusk of the early
evening, allowing his faded
pony to walk. Rucky Smith
rode off the main trail toward the
low-roofcd cabi3 that jutted out from
the mount ain-shoulder
Past the corrals and the spring.
house the pony stumbled. The man
on its back swayed YEARLY, his arms
limp at his side, his throat and head
uncovered.
In the low door Of the cabin Kings
land came to his feet with sharp
oath. tumbling at his gun. Bucky
slipped from his saddle. The other
walked down to meet him.
Bucky put out a hand. "Howdy,
King" he said quickly.
Kingsland ignored the outstretched
hand, staring hard at the slouched.
dust-stained figure.
"What brings you here, Bucky7"
1--WE been riding hard for three
days. I'm hungry and dog-tired.
You ana me amt the pest OF 1rlenuS,
I reckon, but you won't deny me a
drink-and a bit of bacon?"
IT guess you have to have EN-"
Kingsland answered. but his lips set
themselves in a straight line, and a
storm came into his hard eyes.
You're doing a fool thing, Bucky,"
ne added, after a pause; coming
around these parts, when-when-"
Bucky lifted his head. "You-all
heard about it?"
Heard? How could we-all help
IT," Kingn and opened and shut his
big, coarse, brown hands. Every
saloon-wall in the district has got
your face pasted on it. offering a
thousand dollars reward"
Bucky laughed absently passing a
hand across his lips.
"Reckon ! was never worth so
much before, Ell? Never knew a
La prensa. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1913-1962, 1915-07-13
SUFRE1N UNA TERRIBLE DERRO-
-.
Vicnr de Ia Pigiua I.

cayG en n Inca ir lun@o y que pro-
bablemantr haya muerto. Nafarra'e
.S;uvo en- los Sl;ioS de mayor pelI-
sro durantc c! combatr.
Los cuerpos que mas sufrieron
N a acc!6n militar de que vengo
hablando. furrun II Brigade De l.
brrS he NIIeyo Le6n,' y q regimen
fes liz categoria y :" as"guIa
que ii primero de los cuerpos Nell
:ionadnS fut: entertainments anilui-
lado.
Todas cstas informaciones han 81
10 cOnfirmadas con unos mrnSaieS
Iua recibiG ri cdnsu! v~iilista Icaza.
IN los cualeS 50 il dice que las fuer-
.as yii!iStaS acaban de- obtener IN
brilIantc triunro en- MOnclova y Ell
Parad0n.
Sc : . que ante este desastre,
:os carrancistas Sc yeTan Ob!igadOS
| abandonar las pOs!cioncs conquiS-
tadas y tat vcz a recOncentrarSe a
Monterrey pues han quedado mate
rialmente aniIui!adoS.
Ell CORRESPONSAL.
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Estan hacienda una actiVa
eampala contra Ell Ma
yor de Fl PasO.
Lie. Lea
10 ACUSAS SIS E.NEMlGOS DE
~S0STE.NER INA ANISTAD IN
DERIDA con Los HURTS
TAS'.

7 Fl. PASO. Tcv. Julio Il.-I.nS enc
miGoS del Mayor he Ia CiHdad. Sc
nor La. rStan harirnd.f una enfr-
fsica campaila ante 81 G0birrn0 dr
los ESladOS UnidnS. So Sabe que
rI Mayor Lea ha SiiO aruSado ante
81 Departamrnto de JuS;icia. de eS-
tar en- connivencia con los huertiS-
taS ' de pcoteierloS abiertameHte,
entorperieado IA labor del aGente
Becku:an. quien tienr 81 cargo de
.obrar contra los partidarioS de-
antique regimen.
IN oeriddiro local. ne f!Iiaci6n
.vilIiSta. public6 aver IN teleerama
Irrhado en- Washington. en- ii Qu"
50 dicnn Cue las auIocidadeS re.le-
ra!a> rueron notificadaS de cue FL
Mayor Lea ;i11n una amiStai in
dnbid1 ron los hur"tiStaS, y qu"
orupa a poiiria de ia ciudad en-
aviSar a los dc!incuenteS que van
I ser catradaS >uS caSaS, para Qu"
purdan poner a Salvo las arna>
Y municioneS ienunciadaS.
En- jaio F.! PaSo. e. Mayor Lea
2oza de SompatiaS, ' Ia genie SEN
sata ha vislo con dcsasrado Ia
campana lua los enemig"S del ac-
tual A.caide e>tau hacienda IN
contra Suya, acuSandolo do iclitoS
imaGinarios, por el solo h"ch" 1t"
que ma procurado dar garantias i
los refu@iadoS meXlcan0S, algunoS
de- los cuaies han SidO eacarcelados
iniuStamentc. COON IS bien sabIdo.
- tirne "a sasuridad de que e.
Mayor Lea saidra vjctorio>o De IA
campaRa emprendida IN ~ contra,
puaS .Oza de- Ia confianza de tOd0S
los ntemcntoS dc waller. taHtO so
ial rnmo commercial. DE- cSta ciudad.
FL CORRFSPONSAL.
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Ell SIR. LUIS MOCHA HERiDO
AVER TARDE.

Como a las cjnco de Ia tardc De
layer, IN individuo de naciOnalidad
inorteamericana. !lamado Fletcher
Way, agredi0 a balazoS Al senior
Luis Moglia. propietario de una
icantina establecida en- Ell cruzamien
to De las GALES Dolorosa Y Santa
Rosa.
Fletcher estuv0 anteS de medic
dia en- ell estah!ecimientO del senior
Moglia, solicitando de este copas y
cigarrillos, pero en vista de que es-
taba molestandO demasiado, el Sc
nor Moglia Sc VIC en- Ia neceSidad
de arrojar fuera de su cantina a.
referido Fletcher.
Este individuo, al verse deSpedid0
por Ell propietario de la cantina en-
forma %violenta, fu6 4 Su casa y Sc
arm6 de una pist0la. Con ella en- ell
bOlSillo vino nueramente 4 Ia can
tina del senior Moglia. y sin declr
una Sola palabra, agredi6 q dlcho
senior i balazoS. hacienda blanco
tres veccs. Una de las balaS lnteTeso
en- 81 abdomen a. senior Moslia y las
0traS dos, 81 braz0 Y IA pierRa IL
QuieFda.
La policia acudi6 p~rontamente al
lugar del suceso, aprehendiendo al
herider. auien fue conducido a Ia
lrarrnl.
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ODA a La RESURRECTION
iTAiIANA.
Y.snr Dc l. piiITs
"a la tela del mundo nuevo.'

I'd Ia LSld tCl iuHai't' 44NVF'-
.sNosotros combatimoS o Fl Tos-
tro vuelto hacia Ia luz, sonreIremoS
al morir, porque para los latln"S ha
llegado Ia bora santa De Ia coSeeha y
de la hata. Mujeres latinaS. t0mad
las hoces = segad. prepared 81 pan
nuevo para Ell hambre nueva Iambien.
Vuestros hombres Eolpearan fuerte,
unidos, como espigas, en- Ia batalla.
como ell maiz indomahle ante el WEN
TO del Este.
ION, Victoria segador2 feroz, sien-
to en- mi frente, mientras espero, la
frescura de IL manana. Como el sa-
cerdote de Marte a los hijos de La
uuvio, digo: Habeis dido 10 que Z Dios
lie agrada- Apresurad nuestra bora,
obedeced, partid. Sois "a simiente
de un nuevo mundo ". las auroras
mas bellas aun no han nacido!
Asi termina este hermosisimo poe
ma. que consta de doce estrofas de
veintiun versos cada una, y el que
como facilmente Sc nota, tiene una
p~erfecta estructura. semejante : la
que francisco lgtrarca preferia para
sus mas inspirsG2s odas.