Tombstone epitaph., 1916-05-28
scare may turn out to be Q fgh.. and
he wants to be in IT,"

| scare may turn out to be figh., and
he wants to be In it,
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 a
comfortable place to sleep until your
messenger returns. Send my horse
up at once, trumpeter." And Kynas.
/ ton, with last long look at the beau
tifui 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.
1t had happened so often that il had
become habit-that receiving reports
that called for the despatching OF a
detachment at once 10 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
I hill rims, each monument marked on
the north side with the arms OF Mexj-
| CO. and on the opposite face with TIE
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 be snre-!ctec3ea the saddling-a
/ painstaking job indeed, for to q cav.
alryman the slightest wrinkle in a sad.
/ die blanket is a serious matter, as it
may well put him afoot with a 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. l hope I will
find you and Mrs. Fame here when |
return. 1t has Just occurred to me
that ought TO give you the warning
that is contained in the note l re-
ceived.
1T will not be safe for you to cross
the line here inside OF the next twen-
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. 1t will be
extremely unwise for you to leave
here, at least until return. / shall
be back by daylight. think. can't
tell you any more Just now. / 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 a 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 a 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 Dorothy speculatively. And
he'd make q mighty good match for q
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 a day older"
do you want him, Dorothy? II you
do I will keep my hands of; but
think IL you do not that | shall Jake
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. l wonder
when we can expect that good -forno
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 to
make himself comfortable. Dorothy
gave the place a def touch or two,
which seemed to transform 1t; 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 flies, which
stick closer than a brother, and passed
away into dreamland.
Drawing her pink veil about her
face. Mrs. Fame settled herself at full
length in the long canvas reclining
chair which Kynaston had placed be-
meath q Chinaberry tree near his tent.
In few minutes the little camp lay
quiet under the stars.
Ordinarily, Kynaston would have
welcomed q message that took him
from his camp. Anything was a re-