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Baltimore, 49, GC5cmber 1916.
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tS. Sedember 1916, 81 bcr 8cii ipic ultieu nns
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gIn sic Tamcn.

Gir elnjiac empie IN ber staoi.
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nicn mclhe bic aicioermnberiunii rdh nrn
nciiefier Neihoocit erlcrncn molcr fonncn oice
IN inr5rr Belt onfsb ben glnibiuG an hicls
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Ndberc stusnnfl idrlttiCb nocr niiinAIih sci
Nrl. Gubcre SIR. J02 yeets 5arniugn, strnFe.
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gArcan btr strnhenourd6ruMe.Gonm
00lti more Q. Seienber. 1910.
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ionnt cnb fe cine oeiaiuirtc elite uuer 5nQes
ipro6cucn 9nihdoiennaen. cniiionoenen nus
loifeu un6 5ugciproncnen gBerhcrb0bunQcit.
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III 9crbnouna nit Der HcnoemntrnHa. nno
shdeNlns Der cpiU'Nsennc bon Der Snoieiic
ner Snmhurn Strobe BIG sur Ioroiclle ocr
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nuicr8eibnclcn @crorouuuA g{r 3SI peY
WinhorS uao GidoirdibS bon Baltimore
Sic Gniibdoipnuqcn nth Nlniinacn lpcroct
iib nui nic OeridbieocUcn GOetlcn oer Ghios
9loenuc swiheu Der Siioiciie ocr NnWbnrA'
Gtrakc mo Der glorbfcitc Der Grob Strnbc uno
tarnniiobenoc Grunoltiidc bcidlrdtieu uiiD lib
ruf 6tclc criircdcft iino iic ilmidlic
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bcinptc Nitc ncuii Der crflarenocn 1nric inr
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neu bCreii NJ uno On6 Die 0cmnttildre id oui
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1916, 4 lihr Borullidas. In lnrem Nlrcau I'M
RQibbune fir ben 3iued perinmnicn WcrneH,
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5u Der New g)orfer SIM cien uir cine bclnti.
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oncn Ionien 9Sctrolelm proot5irt Eos iuiroe best
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mem @rltaien nno 9enitiguu9 uirn er bon Dem sc.
ebrten Der nSiln~ eriatrer, oaB Oie 9eiesuna bon
Hnnnnicll ben llntereang IehidlanoS bcrbeifibrcr
mcroe neil eS r6ilmlib 10 eroB iit bal; elm rciioes
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den an oiee Iorlegune nid5t 81 anttporten @S oe
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5ntelcn melde IN Der 9eicsunq JntntanenS einel
lduerer Sdlaa crblidcn ipeI ooOilrdl Sic Gertbeioi
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zen ai9 oiele grpetten, 0ab 1etdlanO unerIicacu
miro, aber lie beerinOeu oos ooc nid io flohio Sn
pic bic 9lciu Sorter sun.
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MNn Geine.

SIS tdrb nm TO- December 1916 I'm llbr
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gelicbic Saith bon g9llidm @ Sciqe uro
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annd itnoci oHl Wiittrpdl, i3, 1c5cmher, Nahs
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C8rben 1srcnaoidaftsOertrdac OnS Sledt 5nr @nF,
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ler bsberige brithe gluslanomniiiter, &isconnt
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ols gscrtbeioacr oer inseDeren %erscpalgiue @rie.
d)enInuoe GS BeBt 1T Der aqrtDeioigung nuS0rud-
lidl lie ID enc uriItd1e 5ic ttt d5 aui oeu Ser.
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Nriebb0fe.
Qlnltimprr (lemetcrn.

GRrean: &aupt0iugGna Rortb tb,9insMnt, Bfll6
ban Der Gar ,StrnhC.
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Geftipn Nh, utter immcripdhreuocr slnflrbL
S7A. Hdln ihr 3 cinidd)c Sraber. Gte0dnte
iiclc Rdpelle.
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(Smi0,1I)
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(Smii0,lG)
2onbun Bart Cemetery.
Sanst-Gfnaana: frCberid 8lpns.
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Bcgrdbnsrdtc bon S25 IN. inter belidtols
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5eu cic fHo TN Xreibhnile ani Sdilpi Gingnna
III iiHben. linicr gleeni miro, iuenn gcsohnibt,
borfpreden.
SObH Serluig,
geihen0eiditer.
9lr zoos Cyienn9-Sirahe, Baltimore, WSo.
lypeisShrcon: gr. 3705, bcri gaiiern,ginenne,
@goblanbiour, @attiMcrcsNouitib.
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9n ocr Muhnung: A0lit AtOo.
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Qlnrnne, 8nltiinurr, NIB.
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GlcIirfth ctlciidicic 9imonIine itir 3od5ei'
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The Benson signal., 1916-11-18

unusually tall figure. When it ap-
peared nearer he was seen to be walk
ing with both arms raised, hands high.
He slowed his stride.
"Does Burt Jones live herew he
asked, in low, hurried voice.
81 reckon. I'm Burt. What can I
do for you?" replied Jones.
The stranger peered around, stealth
lily came closer, still with his hands up.
'It is known that Buck Duane is
here. Captain MacNelly's camping on
the river just out of town. He sends
word to Duane to come out there after
dark"
The stranger wheeled and departed
as swiftly and strangely as he had
come.
"Bust me! Duane, whatever do you
make of that?" exclaimed Jones.
"a new one on me-" replied Duane.
thoughtfully.
'First fool thing I ever heard of
MacNelly doing. Can't make head nor
tails of it. I'd have said off-hand
that MacNelly wouldn't double-crOss
anybody. He struck me square man,
sand all through. But hell! he must
mean treachery. can't see anything
else in that DEAL"
"Maybe the Captain wants to give
me fair chance to surrender without
bloodshed," observed Duane. "Pretty
decent of him, if he meant that"
SHE invites you to come to his camp
after dark. Something strange about
this, Duane. But MacNelly's a new
man out here. He does some queer
things. Perhaps he's getting swelled
head. Well, whatever his intentions,
his presence around Mercer is enough
for us. Duane, you hit the road and
put some miles between you and the
amiable Captain before daylight. To
morrow I'll go out there and ask him
what in the devil he meant"
'That messenger he sent-he was a
ranger" said Duane.
''Sure he was, and a nervy one! 1t
must have taken sand to come bracing
you that way. Duane, the fellow
didn't pack a gun. I'll swear to that.
Pretty odd, this trick. But you can't
trust it. Hit the road, Duane"
A little later black horse with
muff1ed hoofs, bearing tall dark rider
who peered keenly into every shadow,
trotted down pasture lane back Of
Jones' house, turned into the road,
and then, breaking into swifter gait,
rapidly left Mercer behind.
The Benson signal., 1916-11-18

Looping along in his rear. He paid no
more attention to them, and with teeth
set he faced ahead, grlmmer now In
his determination to foil them.
Sight of the village ahead surprised
Duane. He reached it sooner than he
expected. Then he made discovery
he had entered the zone of wire fences.
AS he dared not turn back now, he
kept on, intending to ride through the
village. Looking backward, he saw
that his pursuers were half mile
distant, too far to alarm any villagers
in time to intercept him in his fight.
AS he rode by the first houses his
horse broke and began to labor.
Duane did not believe he would last
long enough to go through the village.
Saddled horses in front of a store
gave Duane an idea, not by any means
new, and one he had carried out sue
cessfully before. AS he pulled in his
heaving mount and leaped off, couple
Of ranchers came out Of the place, and
one Of them stepped to a clean-limbed,
The Benson signal., 1916-11-18

hours he did that, dreaming, dreaming
of life he had never tasted and now
never would taste. He thought OF her
beauty and sweetness, of the few
things which had come to mean to
him that she must have loved him !;
and he trained himself to think OF
these in preference to her life at
BANDS, the escape with him, and
then her recapture, because such mem
cries led to bitter, frultless pain. he
had to fight suffering because it was
eating out his heart.
Sitting there, eyes wide open, ne
dreamed Of the old homestead and MS
white-haired mother. He saw the OLD
home-life, sweetened and filled by dear
new faces and added joys, go on be-
fore his eyes with him a part OF 1t.
Then In the inevitable reaction, in
the ref1ux of bitter reality, he would
The Benson signal., 1916-11-18
CHAPTER XII.

Next morning Duane was Off again,
working south. During the next few
days he paid brief visits to several
villages that lay in his path. And in
each some particular friend had
piece of news to impart that made
Duane profoundly thoughtful. A
ranger had made a quiet, unobtrusive
call upon these friends and left this
message, ''Tell Buck Duane to ride
into Captain MacNelly's camp some
time after night"
Duane concluded, and his friends all
agreed with him, that the new rangers
main purpose in the Nueces country
was to capture or kill Buck Duane,
and that this message was simply an
original and striking ruse, the daring
of which might appeal to certain out
laws.
But it did not appeal to Duane. His
curiosity was aroused; it did not, how
ever, tempt him to any fOOlhardy act.
He turned southwest and rode hun
dred miles until he again reached the
sparsely settled country. Here he
heard no more of rangers.
He got into rough country, rode for
three days without covering much
ground, but believed that he was get
ting on safer territory. Twice he came
to wide bOttom-land green with will
low and cottonwood and thick as
chaparral, somewhere through the
oA oh ~ ho do
cided must be the lower Nueces.
One evening as he stole out from
a covert where he had camped, he saw
the lights of village. He tried to
pass it on the left, but as he mounted
a ridge he noted that the road made a
sharp turn, and he could not see what
was beyond it. He slowed up and
was making the turn, which was down.
hill between high banks of yellow
clay, when his mettlesome horse heard
something to frighten him or SHE'D at
something and bolted.
The few bounds he took before
Duane's iron arm checked him were
enough to reach the curve. One
flashing glance showed Duane the open
once more, little valley below with a
wide, shallow, rocky stream, clump
of. cottonwoods beyond, a somber
group of men facing him, and two
dark, limp strangely grotesQue figures
hanging from branches.
The sight was common enough in
southwest Texas, but Duane had never
before found himself so unpleasantly
close.
A hoarse voice pealed out: "By hell |!
there's another one!"
stranger, ride down an account fer
yourself!" yelled another,
"Hands-up!"
'"Thet's right, Jack; don't take no
chances. Plug him!''
These remarks were so swiftly ut
tered as almost to be continuous,
Duane was wheeling his horse when a
rifle cracked. The bullet struck his
left forearm and he thought broke it,
for he dropped the rein. The frighten-
The Benson signal., 1916-11-18


fiery bay. He was about to get into
his saddle when he saw Duane, and
then he halted foot in the stirrup.
Duane strode forward, grasped the
bride of this mans horse.
Mines done-but not killed." he
painted. "Trade with me-"
"Wal, stranger, I'm shore always
ready to trade" drawled the man.
But amt you little swift?"
Duane glanced back up the road.
His pursuers were entering the village.
"I'm Duane-Buck Duane" he cried,
menacingly. "Will you trade? Hurry!"
The rancher, turned white, dropped
his foot from the stirrup and fell back.
II reckon I'll trade" he said.
Bounding up, Duane dug spurs into
the bays flanks. The horse snorted
in fright, plunged into run. He was
fresh, swift, half wild. Duane flashed
by the remaining houses on the street
out into the open. But the road ended
at that village or else led out from
some other quarter, for he had ridden
straight into the fields and from them
into rough desert. When he reached
the cover of mesquite once more he
looked back to find six horsemen with
in rifle shot of him, and more coming
behind them.
His new horse had not had time to
get warm before Duane reached a high
sandy bluff below which lay the willow
brakes. AS far as he could see extend
ed an immense fiat strip or red-tinged
willow. How welcome it was to his
eye! He felt like hunted wolf that,
weary and lame, had reached his hole
in the rocks. Zigzagging down the
soft slope, he put the bay to the dense
wall of leaf and branch. But the
horse baked.
There was little time to lose. Dis
mounting he dragged the stubborn
beast into the thicket. This was
harder and slower work than Duane
cared to risk. If he had not been rush.
ed he might have had better success.
So he had to abandon the horse-a
circumstance that only such sore
straits could have driven him to. Then
he went slipping swiftly through the
narrow aisles.
He had not got under cover any
too soon. For he heard his pursuerS
piling over the bluff, loud-voiced, con-
fident, brutal. They crashed into the
willows.
"Hi, Sid! Heah's your hoss!" called
1u m %
forced into trade.
"Say, if you locoed gents IL hold up
little I'll tell you somethin'," replied
voice from the blNff.
"Come on, Sid! We've got him
corralled," said the first speaker.
"Wal, mebbe, an if you hev it's liza
BILE to be damn hot. Thet feller was
Buck Duane!"
Absolute silence followed that state
ment. Presently it was broken by a
rafting Of loose gravel and then low
voices.
'He can't git acrost the river, tell
yOu," came to Duane's ears. Hes
corralled in the brake. / know thet
hole"
Then Duane, gliding silently and
swiftly through the willows, heard no
more from his pursuers. He headed
straight for the river. Threading a
passage through a willow brake was
an old task for him. Many days and
nights had gone to the acquiring Of
skill that might have been envied by
an Indian.
The Benson signal., 1916-11-18
SYNOPSIS.

The time OF the story: about 1875. The
place: The Texas cow country. The chief
character: Buckley Duane, a young man
who has inherited a lust to KILL which he
suppresses. In self-defense he shoots dead
a drunken bully and is forced to flee to
the wild country where he joins Bland's
outlaw. band. Euchre, an amiable rascal,
had been abducted and sold to Bland for a
bad fate. They determine to rescue the
girl and restore her to civilization. Eu-
chre is killed. Buck kills Bland and is
dangerously wounded by Mrs. Bland, but
escapes with Jennie
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Considering all the domestic

Considering all the domestic
troubles, family scandals and
love affairs that turn out badly,
one might be cynical indeed
about the power of woman's af-
fection and trust to keep a man
on the path of honor in the face
of alluring temptation. But
there comes into Buck Duane's
life a feminine influence So fine
las depicted by the author
that the reader Of "The Lone
Star Ranger" cannot resist the
charm of it all. If you want the
cream of romance and adven-
ture, don't miss this instalIment.
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stood small deserted shack of cover
ed mesquite poles. 1t had been made
long ago, but was well preserved. A
door faced the overgrown trail, and
| another faced down into a gorge Of
dense thickets. On the border fugi-
tives from law and men who hid in
fear Of someone they had wronged
| door.
1t was a wild spot, lonely, not fit
for human habitation except for the
outcast.
On clear days-and rare indeed were
cloudy dayS-with the SubSiding of the
wind at sunset hush seemed to fall
around the little hut. Far-distant dim
blue mountains stood gold-rimmed
gradually to fade with the shading of
light.
At this quiet hour man climbed
up out of the gorge and sat in the
westward door of the hut. This lonely
watcher of the west and listener to the
silence was Duane. And this hut was
the one where, three years before,
Jennie had nursed him back to life.
The killing Of man named Sellers,
and the combination of circumstances
that had made the tragedy memoir
able regret, had marked, if not a
change, at least cessation in Duane's
kill him for the supposed abducting
of Jennie. Vague rumors, few words
here and there, unauthenticated stOr-
les were all that Duane had gathered
in years to substantiate his belief
that Jennie died shortly after the be-
ginning of her second captivity.
Sellers might have told him. Duane
expected, if not to force it from him
at the end, to read it in his eyes. But
the bullet went too unerringly; it
locked his lips and fixed his eyes.
After that meeting Duane lay long
at the ranch-hOuse of a friend, and
when he recovered from the wound
Sellers had given him he started with
two horses and pack for the lonely
gorge on the Nueces. There he had
been hidden for months, prey to re-
morse, a dreamer, a victim of
phantoms.
It took work for him to find sub
sistence in that rocky fastness. And
work, action, helped to pass the hours.
But he could not work all the time,
even if he had found it to do. Then
in his idle moments and at night his
task was to live with the hell in his
mind.
The sunset and the twilight hour
made all the rest bearable. The little
hut on the rim of the gorge seemed to
hold Jennie's presence. 1t was not
as if he felt her spirit. If it had been
he would have been sure of her death.
He hoped Jennie had not survived her
second misfortune; and that intense
hope had burned into belief, If not
surety.
A strange feature of this memory
of Jennie was the freshness of 1.-THE
failure of years, toll, strife, death
dealing to dim ito deaden the
thought of what might have been. He
had a marvellous gift of INSTALLATION.
He could shut his eyes and see Jennie
before him just as clearly as if she
had stood there in the flesh. For
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CHAPTER XI.

A hundred miles from the haunts
most familiar with Duane's deeds, far
ND where the Nueces ran trickling
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Buck and Jennie are sitting in the
wilderness cabin discussing their fu-
ture.
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Do you believe that Captain
McNeIIy is trying to lure Duane
to his camp at night time In or
der to shoot him from ambush2 Z

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