Williams news., 1916-07-20
CHAPTER I.
A Really Nice Youna Man.

A Really Nice Young Man.
 The purring of a disordered motor made Kynaston look up.
 He had not heard motor car since he had come to this particular section of the Mexican border, now long six months ago.
 ners had not differed here from that along other sections of the line.
 The days, which seemed to be weeks long, were spent in fruitless patrols along the hillside.
 "Sir!" .
 Kynaston looked up wearily. He had ridden forty miles that day on the strength of an order. from headquar- ters that, told him to investigate re- port that American citizens were ship p.ng arms across the border to Villa by means of an aeroplane. The fact that it was obviously ridiculous meant nothing. An order was an order, and he was beginning to be very tired of the forced inaction.
 Across the border he could see from time to time, from the vantage ground of his camp, bodies of the Villista cav alry riding the line, prepared to well come any gun runner who should smuggle arms across to them.
 He we'll knew that arms were being smuggled across, and that every fed eral officer knew it, too; but that the matter was one that could not be con- trolled except. by martial law.
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 Well, sergeant, what is it?"
 There's machine broke down up the road bit and there's no one in it but a couple of ladies. I seen it come down the hill over the San Pedro an hour ago an then a little while ago I seen a man ride back on pony. I don't know what's up" Rising wearily. Kynaston picked up his revolver and made his way along the rock-strewn path from his camp to the little trail that led due north to Gods country" or due south to rev olution and anarchy-whichever way the traveller was inclined.
 Four hundred yards away from his picket line, where the horses stamped ffretfully, he saw the machine, it's en- zine chugging away like the engine of Ia tethered torpedo boat. By the ma chine there knelt in the red New Mex ico dust gray-coated girl whose gold len hair, escaped from it's veil, caught the direct rays of the sun and radiated them like gold. SJ1 5.f
 7 She did not hear his approach. It was not till he said quietly, Gan I be of any service to .you?" that she sprang to her feet facing him.
 I'm Lieutenant Kynaston, in charge of the local border patrol" continued the young man. Your smishap was Reported to me, and came down at once to see if could help you"
 Yes, if you have such thing as an automobile doctor in. your camp" the girl replied whimsically. <'I was about 10 give up in disgust and come to your camp for afd:"
 What seems to be the matter?' asked Kynaston, stopping and looking under the machine with an interest that was none the less by reasons of his exhaustive ignorance of the ma chine. If it has collie or just a ring bone forming I can possibly assist you. If it is anything moro serious ! doubt my ability"
 "The chauffeur says it is a stripped gear. I sent him back on hired pony to telegraph for another to be sent to Tia Juana. Heaven knows how I'll get there-I am Miss Upton. I want you to know Mrs. Fane."
 The girl indicated tall woman with dark eyes sparkling from behind . pink veil, who was leaning over the side of the tonneau. Kynaston bowed and received a charming smile.
 Mrs. Fane," continued the girl -is to spend few weeks with me a my fathers mine-maybe you hay, heard, of Daniel Upton, who owns tn, Santa Cruz mine. a few miles to tn, south?"s --<T'- x ''=''- :
 Miss Upton waved her hand in tn direction of Mexico.