The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1916-08-18
with tt IN his lap. he held the vonaor

lliut NOW " WIS N3llhlhb uNQ lNlh
king with an evil light as the padre
cuppod Il in his brown palms
81 know It Ia here he said slowly
| and yet ! cannot see It | shall never
see II, yet viii the old shrine be the
richer for my wanderngs know II
is ereon, and | can feel its long, pear
shaped tongue that the sea gave IT,
He shook 1t; the pearl tongue gave
out one clear note.
"Will you not come with us, padre?'
Dorothy spoke very gently, as one
speaks TO a child,
Whittier then?"
TO our own land, where there iF
no war, no trouble. no murder, no op.
preston"
Yes; It is to that land | travel when
the good God gives surcease from
labor Till then"
A whiplike crack from the darkness
Jared across the silences of the night
"a long, whlplike crack, followed by
loud, clear note, accompanied by s
sharp explosion. The old man fell
prone upon his back, amid a hundred
twinkIing fragments of the Bell.
Wilkes dashed out Of the shed.
"A Mauser!" he snapped, Some
greaser trying for a last shot smashed
the Bell and killed the old man! Come
on! Let's get out Of here quick!"
start the motor," called Kynaston.
'I'll be with you in a iiffy."
He stopped to gather up the frag.
ments of the Bell--the precious frag-
ments which would substantiate his
story at the coming investigation and
which would clear him of the charge
Of having stolen the relic.
A moment later, as he ran around
to the front of ,he house again, the
machine was ready, purring, painting
and jarring under its engine.
Throw in your clutch!" cried
Wilkes. We're all here and we're all
ready"
Kynaston leaped to his place, showed
down the pedal, threw his clutch into
the low and pulled it back to second.
The machine took the curve below the
house, shooting forward like a projec.
tile on the trail that showed steel.
brown in the dusk.
IT'S touch and 60" muttered the old
man. Nolan, keep the ladies down"
His gray beard blew back over his
shoulder; in the wind his eyes mar.
rowed to pin-points
Throw her wide open, son!" he
commanded.
Kynaston's foot pressed the gasoline
control and the car shot forward faster
and faster. Past the first line of scat.
tered fires they went, greeted by yells
and an occasional shot. Past the lines
where the troops were forming, toward
the house whittier Kynaston had been
taken, a prisoner; the house in which
Upton had been murdered.
Keep her goin' and throw her as
wide open as you can!" said Wilkes.
Il can hardly hold her as it isl"
painted Kynaston shes pulling like
a runaway locomotive on a down
grade"
It was true They had left the trail
and we're heading northwest across
the unfenced mesa, certain Of a five
mile fiat with nothing worse than
prairie-dog mound bunch of grease.
wood, sagebush between them and
the much-desired line. Behind them
they heard the hammer Of pursuing
hoofbeats; apparently every mounted
man left in camp was after them.
A storm Of shots swept over and
about them, one impinging on the iron
that old Upton had so wisely placed
above the engine. Wilkes reached
back without looking and forced Doro
thy who was about to rise, again tC
her knees.
Keep down." he growled in a kindly
voice. I'VE can't take a chance now; |
we're too near the line"
Rock and bush and stunted tree
stood out in silhouette as if drawn in
India ink against silver background
Behind them they heard yells and
shouts and shots.
And then, coming toward them on
,un, they saw a number of mounted
men. For a moment Kynaston believed
hey were caught, but it was for mo
nent only. A shout from dozen
usty troopers told him it was Ameri.
an cavalrymen in Mexico-across the
inc at last.
The pursuing MeXicans turned and
led into the darkening night. But the
ar continued on, though at a lessen.
ng pace, and in few minutes they
hot past a great stone monument,
four-square, that marked
he limits of anarchy and murder.
Its like American cavalry the
World over-on hand in the nick o
incl" said Kynaston.
They ran up the hill and over it and
allied on the farther slope below the
rest. 1t was then that Kynaston, get
ing down from the car, helped Doro-
by first of all from the tonneau, and,
atching her in his arms, kissed her
penly before them all,
AN that" said Wilkes, to whose
rm Mrs. Fame was clinging, "is what
call the proper endin'. OF course, 1t
int really the endin'!"
Take the ladies back to my camp"
lterjected Kynaston, "and then make
Il the necessary arrangements for a
uick wedding"
And Dorothy did not contradict him.
THE END.