Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-09-15

'and yet cannot see It. l shall neveE
see it, yet will the old shrine be the
richer for my wanderings. l know 1t
is green, and l can feel it's 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?"
ITO our own land, where there is
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, whiplike crack, followed by
a loud. clear note, accompanied by a
sharp explosion. The old man fell
prone upon his back, amid hundred
twinkling fragments of the Bell.
Wilkes dashed out of the shed.
"A Mauser!" he snapped. Some
greaser trying for last shot smashed
the Bell and killed the old man! Come
on! Let's get out of here Quick!"
Start the motor!" called Kynaston.
'T'll be with you in jiffy."
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 the house again, the
machine was ready, purring, painting,
and jarring under it's engine.
Throw in your clutch!" cried
Wilkes. Were 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 projec-
! tile on the trail that showed steel
! brown in the dusk.
Its touch and co." 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.
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, 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. "She's pulling like
a runaway locomotive on a down
grade"
It wa5 true. They had left the trail
and were heading northwest across
the unfenced mesa, certain of a five
mile fat with nothing worse than 6
prairie-dog mound, bunch of grease
wood, sage-bush between them anC
the much-desired line. Behind then
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 iror
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 t.
her knees.
Keep DOWN." he growled in a kindl!
voice. I'VE can't take chance now
we're too near the line"
Rock and bush and stunted tre'
stood out in silhouette as II drawn II
India ink against a silver background
4 Behind them they heard yells ant
shouts and shots.
And then, coming toward them on I
run. they saw a number of mounte'
men. For moment Kynaston believes
thew were caught, but it was for a nc
ment only. A shout from a dozel
lusty troopers told him 1t was Amer
can cavalrymen in Mexico-across tn
line at last.
The pursuing Mexicans turned an
fled into the darkening night. But tn
car continued on, though at lesser
ing pace, and in few minutes the
shot past great stone monument
.whitewashed, four-square, that marke
the limits of anarchy and murder.
, Its like American cavalry tn
world over-7on hand in the nick
timel" said Kynaston.
They ran up the hill and over it an
: halted on the farther slope below tn
J crest. 1t was then that Kynaston, ge
ting down from the car, helped Dor'
} thy first of all from the tonneau, ant
t catching her in his arms, kissed he
( openly before them all.
: AN that" said Wilkes, to who's
: arm Mrs. Fame was clinging, sis wht
/ call the proper endin'. OF course,
5 amt really the endin'!"
i, take the ladies back to my camp
= interjected Kynaston, "and then max
/ all the necessary arrangements for
9 quick wedding"
And Dorothy did not contradict hir