The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-03-17

patriots. Don Rafael Valdevia was
one. His great ambition was to raise
Esperanto into peace and honest pros
perity and the respect of the serious
nations. So he waited for my rifles in
Aguas Frias. But one would think l
am trying to win a recruit in you!
No; 1t was Francis Kearny | wanted.
And so I told him, speaking long over
our execrable vermouth, breathing the
sitting odor from garlic and tarpau-
Inns, which, as you know, is the dis
tinctive flavor of cafes in the lower
slant of our city.
II spoke Of the tyrant President Cruz
and the burdens that his greed and in
solent cruelty laid upon the people.
And at that Kearny's tears flowed
And then l dried them with a picture
Of the fat rewards that would be ours
when the oppressor should be over
thrown and the wise and generous Val
devia in his seat Then Kearny leap
ed to his feet and wrung my hand with
the strength Of a roustabout. He was
| mine, he said, till the last minion Of
| the hated despot was hurled from the
highest peaks of the Cordilleras into
the sea.
IT paid the score and we went out.
Near the door Kearny's elbow over
turned an upright glass showcase.
smashing it into little bits. paid the
storekeeper the price he asked.
"'Come to my hotel for the night |
said to Kearny. We sail tomorrow at
noon
"He agreed, but on the sidewalk he
fell to cursing again in the dull, monot-
onous, glib way that he had done when
1 pulled him out Of the coal cellar.
Captain said he, before we go
any further it's no more than fair to
tell you that I'm known from Baffins
bay to TERRA del Fuego as bad Luck
Kearny. And I'm 1t. Everything | get
into goes up in the air except balloon.
Every bet | ever made l lost except
when l coppered it. Every boat ever
sailed on sank except the submarines.
Everything I was ever interested in
went to pieces except a patent bomb
shell that 1 invented Everything l
ever took hold Of and tried to run I
ran into the ground except when l
tried to plOw And that's why they
call me "Bad Luck" Kearny. thought
I'd tell you
Bad luck, said |, or what goes by
the name, may now and then tangie the
affairs of any man. But if it persist
beyond the estimate of what we may
call the averages there must be
cause for it,
"'There Isl said Kearny emphatical- |
ly, and when we walk another square
I will show it to you
Surprised, l kept by his side until !
we came to Canal street and out into !
the middle Of its great width.
"Kearny seized me by an arm and |
pointed tragic forefnger at a rather
brilliant star that shone steadily about |
thirty degrees above the horizon
"That's Saturn said he, the star
that presides over bad luck and evil
and disappointment and nothing doing
and trouble. | was born under that
star. Every move l make up bobs
Saturn and blocks it. He's the hoodoo
planet of the heavens. They say he's
73 900 miles in diameter and no solder
of body than split pea soup. and he's
got as many disreputable and malig-
nant rings as big city. Now, what
kind Of star is that to be born I'M
derY
81 asked Kearny where he had OBJ
tanned all this astonishing knowledge.
From Azrath, the great astrologer,
Of Cleveland, o. said he. That man
looked at a glass ball and told me my
name before I'd taken a chair. He
)rophesied the date of my birth and
Heath before I'd said a word And
then he cast my horoscope. and the
sidereal system socked me in the solar
olexus. 1t was bad luck for Francis
Xearny from A to lizard and for his
friends that were implicated with him.
For that | gave up $40. This Azrath
vas sorry, but he respected his profess
;ion too much to read the heavens
wrong for any man. 1t was night
line, and he took me out on balcony
Ind gave me free view Of the sky.
And he showed me which Saturn was
LII uOW W uuu IL Ill Jill cIcul UdlCO-
lies and longltudes.
But Saturn wasn't all. He was
'nly the man higher up. He furnishes
o much bad luck that they allow him
gang of deputy sparklers to help
land it out. They're circulating and
evolving and hanging around the main
upply all the time. each one throwing
he hoodoo on his particular district.
:" You see that ugly little red star
bout eight inches above and to the {
light Of Saturn? Kearny asked me- | {
Well. that's her. That's Phoebe She's t
ot me In charge. by the day Of your /
irth." says Azrath to me, your life is f
objected to the influence Of Saturn.
y the hour and minute of it you must |
well under the sway and direct au- s
hority of Phoebe. the ninth satellite" :
o said this Azrath.' Kearny shook T
is fist viciously skyward. Curse her. {
he's done her work WE'LL said he. r
ever since was astrological bad luck
as followed me like my shadow. as r
told you And for many years be-
)re. Now. captain. I've told you my
andicap as man should. If you're
fraid this evil star of mine might Grip