The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-08-16

to go along, because he thinks each
scare may turn out to be fight, and
he wants to be in ii"
Il wouldn't give much for a man
who didn't commented Mrs. Fame.
so you see must leave you" said
Kynaston. Il have told the sergeant
that want an extra tent put up so
that you and Mrs. Fame can have
comfortable place to sleep until your
messenger returns. Send my horse
up at once, trumpeter." And Kynas'
ton. with q last long look at the beau
tiful picture that Miss Upton present
ed as she stood In the shadow Of the
tent fly, went out to inspect the for
nation Of his detachment.
IL had happened so often that 1t had
become a habit-that receiving reports
that called for the despatching OF
detachment at once to investigate
some utterly baseless rumor. Fifty
miles east and west ran the line, which
was set OF at every mile by great rec.
tangular monuments of stone or metal
standing grim and gray against the
hill rims, each monument marked on
the north side with the arms of Next
co, and on the opposite face with the
arms of the United States-mute
warning that thus far and no farther
could rebellion and anarchy be toler-
ated.
And the warning that those monu-
ments gave was backed up, not by the
serried ranks of untold thousands, but
by thirty young cavalrymen. Just now
| the little squad of line riders were
lolling in the shade of their tents
where they watched Corporal Welsh
as he superintended the saddling-
painstaking Job indeed, for to a cav
alryman the slightest wrinkle in sad.
die blanket Is a serious matter, as it
may well put him afoot with lame
horse in the course Of a days march.
Kynaston mounted and. leaving his
little squad to move slowly out along
the rocky trail. rode quickly back to
the tent where the two women sat.
Here he swung out of saddle and,
tossing his reins to the trumpeter.
called out cheerily enough:
Il say. Miss Upton. hope will
find you and Mrs. Fame here when l
return. 1t has just occurred to me
that ought to give you the warning
that is contained In the note | re-
ceived.
1T will not be safe for you to cross
the line here inside OF the next TWEEN
ty-four hours. You know this road
leads directly south and connects with
the main road to Ojinaga, and there is
fighting going on there. It will be
extremely unwise for you to leave
here, at least until return. l shall
be back by daylight. think. can't
tell you any more just now. l know
! Mr.. Upton would wish you to act ON
my advice"
Certainly, Mr.. Kynaston; we will
take your advice and profit by your
! courtesy until our chauffeur comes
back, or until you return. Good luck!"
And Miss Upton waved her white
hand cheerily to the youngster as he
took the slope at gallop to join the
little squad, which was already well
on its way toward the rocky little trail
that led eastward to the mesa.
Mrs. Fame watched them till she
saw the last man of the little rear
guard pass over the ridge. Then she
turned to Dorothy.
He seems nice mana really nice
young man." she commented, stand
ing with her hands on her hips, look
ing down at the younger woman. Il
am not at all sure that have ever
| seen a better looking man In years."
She eyed Iorctly speculatively. And
he'd make mighty good match for O
young girl like you" she concluded.
You speak like Methuselah, >
laughed Dorothy. Teach me out OF
the book of your experience"
My DEAR" laughed Mrs. Fame, do
you know that a widow of twenty-five
Is as old"
| As she wants to be? Yes, just
that; and not day older
DO you want him, Dorothy? II you
do ! will keep my hands off; but ]
think If you do not that shall take
advantage of the open game laws OF
this state"
Fearing lest she should betray q
touch of jealousy, Dorothy hastily
turned the subject. "Oh, for sleep!"
she yawned. I'm going to lie down
until the car is repaired. | wonder
when we can expect that good-for-noth
ing chauffeur back with that gear?"
She passed into the tent, where she
stood for a moment looking at the
crude efforts that Kynaston had made
during his month OF occupancy ia
make himself comfortable. Dorothy
gave the place deft touch or two
which seemed to transform It: then
with little sigh OF utter content. she
threw herself down upon the narrow
canvas cot, pulled the mosquito bar
over her pretty head to keep away the
ubiquitous New Mexico files, which
stick closer than q brother, and passed
away into dreamland.
Drawing her pink veil about her
face. Mrs. Fame settled herself at full
length in the long canvas reclinine