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Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

crosby from you. But when your own
daughter Is In danger, when you could
save her, when" her voice broke as
she saw the look OF adamant on Gold
ems face. ooh, it's no use; It's no
usel" she cried sobbingly as she
turned and CROPPED her way towards
the door.
II was not until that door closed be-
hind her that Golden once more sank
into his chair. And as he sat there,
wrestling with his own tangled emo
lions before the dark tent of his soul,
Manley stood staring down at him
with both studious aud puzzled eyes.
For a man who counts his money
In eight figures" that youth finally de-
clared. Il think you're the most un-
mitigated ass that ever wore shoe
leatherl"
"Wha-what's that2" demanded the
aBtounded millionaire.
why. man. are you blindi Can't
you see this woman IL sincere. that
SHE'S telling the truth, that she prob
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

times a foreigner or two comes in.
mostly by accident. But yesterday,
when l was in the kitchen, three men
came in a hurry. They had lodged
under cover there to escape being
seen by a plain-clothes I could
hear their talk through the little
kitchen slide through which we pass
our dishes. And when l heard their
voices l opened the slide a little, and
1 knew at once that one OF the men
was Palidori. or Legar, as he calls
himself nov He was talking mostly
to a man called Casavanti. Then"
wait n minute" interrupted Gold
en-, with his finger on the bell button,
Il want my secretary to hear this"
The m in black sat silent until
Manley had re-entered the room. Then
Golden motioned for her to continue.
Il heard Legar mention your name"
she went on. still unmoved by the
older mans half-sIeering incredulity.
Then he blamed Casavanti for some
scheme that had failed, some scheme
to degrade my Margory. But he had
the girl back he said, and this time
he'd expect Casavantl to do his part.
"Casavanti also said he wanted that
woman for himself, and declared she'd
come like a hungry cat when he'd fin.
ished with her. l knew then what he
vas l knew what Legar was plan
ming. lit made me forget every
thing. l started for the table where
they we're. l tried to hold Legar. L
l think l called for help. l chung to
him as he staggered toward the door.
But one Of his men struck me. They
escaped, then, for l was too dazed to
do anything more"
II was Manley who spoke next, an
eager light in his scowling young eyes.
But where did they say the girl
was?" he asked.
They did not say. But one of them
spoke of Oyster Joe, who'd stolen
some casks of old cognac. This man
Oyster Joe was sending the casks by
another man named Old ELI to some
secret hiding place"
But how can that help us?" asked
Manley.
Il thought, with those names to
work with, l might in some way find
my child, find her and save her. Sure
ly. with money, men could be hired"
do you hear, Manley," broke in the
grim-jawed man of millions. Its
money againl It's always money!"
He wheeled about and confronted the
tired-faced woman This is the Sec
ond pretty story I've had to listen to
lately. And, madam. l may as well
tell you now that l don't believe a
single word of 1t. Whether you're an
other come-on for that Cookson gang
or not, / don't know. l don't even
care. But l know hat twenty years
ago you deceived me, and lied to me.
You robbed me OF more than my home
then. But you'll never do 1t a second
time!"
The white-faced woman was also on
her feet by this time.
81 have no wish to go back to the
past" was her coldly-enunciated re-
ply. Il expect neither pity nor gen.
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

to come to you. I DO not know where
abe is. But I know that she can be
found"
so you have a suspicion where she
is9"
Yes" acknowledged the patient
eyed wOman
What are those suspicious founded
ont"
ION certain words which / over
heard. words spoken by a very evil
man"
What is that mans manner"
"He is a one-armed man. named Le-
gar"
Golden half rose from his chair.
$50 you and Lsgar are still com
Sades, / seel" he cried, turning the
blade OF hate in that still open wound
u pride.
"Lsgar and / never were comrades.
FOR years / have kept a little res
aaurant for art students and shopgirlB,
bust OF Washington square. Il IL
49, ~ italian quarter there. Some
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

we've got 70 SGT out Of thisi" he
called 70 the lurching girl at his side.
as he seized the reins and caught M .
whip. We've got a run Of q mile end
more before we can reach BohaWhn
bridge and helpi"
He dashed the team forward. We've
got 20 get to that bridget"
The girl suddenly caught at his arm
Il can see a carl" she called out
TITS following usl It's gaining on usi-
Again the driver piled his whip.
Are they still gaining?" he asked
q moment later.
YES" was the girls answer but
see. there's the bridge ahead Of usl"
by the help Of God. we ran make
I'll" suddenly exulted the man at the
reins, for already his tired team was
plunging up the incline OF the bridge
approach. They were on the bridge
now, laundering across the draw.
A power house attendant, framed 81
his grimy doorway. stared at them IN
wonder.
Lift your drawl" frenziedly ON
manded the stranger. stop that carl
For Gods sake stop that carl"
But the man in the jumper saw No
reason for any such action. The other,
brushing him aside, leaped TO the con,
troll lever. The outraged bridgetendep
at the same moment leaped for the I'M
truder.
But that intruder, for all this sud.
den attack, was not to be turned from
his purpose. The lever was thrown
over and one end Of the massive draw,
responding to the impulse of the equal
ly massive machinery, rose slowly
from the lip Of the dusty roadway.
Legar's car was already laundering
across its span az that network Of
steel began to lift.
But the increasing incline OF thu
draw, for all the cars momentum
sucked from that straining engine itG
added strength, retarded a little and
yet a little the hurrying wheels,
But in the ascension of the draw-end
there was no delay.
It was then and then only that q
sudden shout rose from the ar. Five
men, realizing what lay before them,
stood up in their seats as that throb
bling and pulsing thing on wheels
mounting to the edge Of the draw, fol-
n moment poised there, and then
dropped, like a poolball IN its pocket
to the riverbed below.
It was not until then that the be
%whiskered man at the control lever be
anne fully conscious of the fact that
the engineer in the oil-stained jumper
was striking and clawing at his intent
body. He endured that assault until
the lever had been reversed and the
draw started back on it's descent.
Then, wheeling, the stranger sped
across the draw and leaped into the
waiting wagon.
Look" cried the girl, pointing to
the riverbed beneath them.
There the stranger could see LegaI
and two or three of his men clinging
to a row of broken piling like limpeta
about a river derelict.
II was hoping" said the stranger
as he caught up the reins, that this
would be the last Of himl"
why should you hope that?" asked
the girl at his side as they went lurch,
ing onward again.
II hoped it for your sake" was his
answer
But who are you, that you should
do all this for me?"
Look back and make sure we're not
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

room, Margory Golden no longer
cringed at the sound of their voices.
Casavanti, walking Over to her,
turned her face to the light. He peered
at 1t hungrily, from half-closed eyes,.
"Legar," he called out to that
worthy, who had remained at the door
to warn his stickup to admit nobody
but immediate members of their band,
II like the spirit in this girl. She's as
sleek as a she-panther."
Legar's stickup lodged in through
the door.
Say, chief, there's an outsider tryin'
to butt in here!"
Both men promptly wheeled about
at those somewhat d-isconcerting
words.
who is he?" was Legar's quick
query.
AN OIL boob wit a barI O. brandy.
Says he's driven in from Oyster
Dump"
Legar looked relieved. Casavanti
even lighted another cigarette.
That's al right. It's Old Eli. Help
him in with it. But see that nobody
else gets near that outside door"
There's always help around, Casa
vanti, in a case like this" proclaimed
the scofing Legar IS a white-whisk-
cred old figure in bottle-green coat
and hat laboriously rolled the cask Of
liquor through the opened door. The
Owl, with unlooked-for nimbleness in
one of her years, was already close
at hand. waiting with bung starter and
glasses.
Margory watched the suddenly clam
orous group as they clustered about
the open barrel. Her heart sank as
glasses were rehlled and the clamor,
instead of diminishing, grew louder
and louder.
Then, even as she stood depressed
and troubled by this thought, a soft
pedal seemed to be slowly applied to
the tumult about her. The soporihc
Owl herself, stumbling to a chair,
sank inertly into it. Then one after
another they sank into dreamless
stupor.
It was then, and only then, that
Margory dared to move. She studi-
ously stared at that uncouth company
of sleepers. Then, no longer watch
ing them, but with her eyes on the
door through which their lookout
might at any moment appear, she
CROPPED her way to the side of the bar
rel. There she felt about the black
ened oak barrel top for the hidden
spring. A gasp Of relief escaped her
lips as she found 1t. The covering fell
back on It's concealed hinge, and float
ing inside It she found a white pine
shaving on which was written:
Turn barrel and empty 1t. Then
get in and replace cover. All will be
we'll"
~consOlately watching for any suspi-
cious approach to Legar's w~atergate
quarters, was astonished, a few min
utes later, to behold the w~hite-whisk-
cred old man in the bottle-green coat
once more drive up to the door OF
the Owls nest.
"Hi, you, gimme a hand with this
bar'll" that bewhiskered driver COM
manded.
what have you got this timer" In
quired the Waterman.
Il was bonehead enough to leave
the wrong cask with the chief Stung
him with thirty gallons Of cooking
sherry that's about one-half wood al
cohol."
"And WhAt's that9" demanded the
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

er had they worked harder than over
the knots Of the mysterious stranger
who had left them trussed and bound
to the beams Of their own sail loft.
They might, indeed, have remained
gurgling and writhing there like two
tethered copperheads while the care
less tides rose and fell about them,
had not one Scupulo visited Coney
Island in his dilapidated car of an
cient vintage, and having there con-
ferred with a lush dip in hiding from
the fiatties of Manhattan, decided to
circle homeward by way of Oyster
Joe's, in the hope of that refreshment
which had more than once cheered
him on his dusty journeys.
Instead of finding refreshment, how
ever, he unearthed two fer~ocious-eyed
and d~ry-throated captives, who, when
released, danced and g~esticulated in
coherently about their habitation.
Then, when speech had returned to
them the visit of the mysterious
stranger was explained and the neces-
sity Of getting in touch with Legar
made plain.
It was not long, accordingly, before
three men and a car naively missing
on one cylinder went coughing inland
along the narrow road threading
those uncounted acres OF sea marsh.
They were within fifty PAGES of a
crossroads landmark known as Chin
ney-Pot Corner when a below not un-
like that of a branded range steer
burst from the indignant throat Of Old
Eli. For that worthy had the unique
experience of beholding not only his
own purloined team and wagon, but
a disconcertingly lifelike replica of
himself driving it. Scupulo, with the
genius of a true general, arrested the
progress Of hat wagon by promptly
stopping his a directly in its track.
This collision in no way improved the
vehicle of ancient vintage; but sterner
issues were at hand. A moment later
the b~elligerent trio from the broken
car were trimphantly charging for
Msrgory Golden and her guardian.
That guardian, fully realizing the
meaning Of the charge, tossed his
reins to the frightened girl and com
manded her to drive for all she was
worth. Then he himself prepared for
invaders.
1t was to the first conner that he
directed his main attention, for Scupu-
10, he noticed, already held a knife in
his swarthy hand. One well-placed
kick on the clenching knuckles, how
ever, sent that glimmering icicle Of
steel circling CT into the road-dust,
and an equally well-placed blow on the
jaw sent the Owner Of the knife after
It.
In the meantime, however, both Oys-
ter Joe and Old Ell had gained the
wagon platform. The former found
himself suddenly clenched by the
waist and lifted clear Of the wagon.
Why he should so quickly and 80 vio-
lently come into collision with the
swaying figure Of Oyster Joe, like an
alley ball hitting a nine-pin, was a
matter which for all time remained a
mystery to him. But over the side OF
the laundering wagon the two figures
suddenly toppled, rolling along the
dust with limbs interlaced and claw
ing hands unreasonably clenched In
each others hair. And before they re-
gained either their feet or their mem
tai faculties, the wagon itself was well
on its way.
Yet the driver Of that wagon knew
that his escape was only q temporary
one.
Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-01-12

being followed" was the strangers an.
swer. Then I'll tell you'll"
The girl stared back along the dusty
roadway. But along that roadway was
nothing to be seen.
What she saw when she turned
again. though. was a gray wig and a
fringe OF yellowish-white Whiskers
lying In the bottom OF the wagon.
And when she lifted her eyes to the
strangers face she beheld on that
face. suddenly ~rejuVenated, the mar
row band OF a yellow mask. a yellow
mask which covered the eyes and the
upper part Of the head. But below the
mask. i~ntimidating as It was in It's
mystery, abe could see that the mouth
was q smiling one.
CTo B1 CoNTLNUEnl
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25
ENORMOUS CROPS ALL
OVER THE STATE

Charles Daily, editor of the Aspen
Democrat-Times, was called to
Monte Vista last Friday owing to the
illness OF his mother, Mrs. Fulton.
Upon arriving here he found his
mother much improved and returned
home the first of this week. During
his stay Mr.. Daley had an opportun-
ity to look over the crop situation in
following story in his newspaper:
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25
MONTE TRIMS THE MINERS

The Monte Vista ball team played
at Creede last Sunday defeating the
team of that place by score of Is to
6. The game, as indicated by the
score, was a one-sided contest, the
Monte boys polling out long hits at
will and the Miners were unable to
stop the drive. Split Wallace came
in from his sheep camp and played
five innings during which he made
three safe hits. Carl Burger and his
brother just arrived from Nebraska
both did some good stick work and
Happy Baird was the batting sensa-
ton of the day.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25
San Luis Valley Alone VIII Produce
Enough Foodstutfs to Feed An
Empire

Thousands of acres of wheat, oats,
barley, potatoes. and last but not
least. field upon field of peas, are al
most ready to harvest, dig, and gath
or, and all portend a banner crop in
fact the greatest crop in the valley
that it has ever produced-and that
s going some.
The farmers over there tell us hat
he grain yield will be enormous and
that the spud crop will be a whale.
Quarter section after quarter section
of thrifty looking spuds may be seen
in drive out the "Gunbarrel" road
both north and south from Monte
Vista, and the sight of the grain
fields is good for sore eyes. AS far
as the eye can reach these grain
fields can be seen and the yield will
ne from so to so bushels to the acre
Acre upon acre in peas is but the
tore-runner of big fat hogs for the
fall markets. They fatten their hogs
on peas over in the San Luis which
fact brings the very highest market
price for San Luis Pea-fed Pork.
And all the way down the valley of
The Arkansas to Pueblo the crops are
also enormous. The same condition
prevails up the valley to Poncha Pass
over into the San Luis. In fact all
over the state it is predicted by those
who know, that Colorado will raise
an empire for years to come.
In the meantime automobile deal
| ers are doing a rushing business as
| every farmer is driving car and
trucks. very few hanging to the
| horse.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25
CLARENCE $. DARROW
NO LONGER PACIFIST,
WOULD CRUSH KAISER

Clarence S. Darrow is out for the
kaiser's scalp.
The man who for twerty years has
been the chosen advocate of labor in
the United States, the man first
sought by abor unions in every
cause where high legal ability was
required. has left the ranks of the
pacifsts.
The noted labor attorney is in Den
yer on business trip.
When the kaiser is beaten. then
is the time to talk peace, and not be
fore" he says.
Here are some of Attorney Dar-
rows views:
There will be no real peace in the
world until Prussian military power
Is crushed For no reason whatso-
ever Germany has deliberately brok-
en- the peace OF the world She was
getting ready for this for forty years,
while other nations were believing in
peace and carrying out this belief.
ITO know whether one believes in
pacifism to the limit one must put
oneself in the place of Belgium and
France.
1T is idle to talk about non-resist-
ance Human nature is not made
that way. No people fit to survive
will be trampled upon. Belgium and
France had to fight, to die, or sur
70,
worse than death.
disappointed because
she could not conquer the world in a
few months-engaged in submarine
warfare, which. under the laws of
nations, was nothing but piracy and
murder
'If America had not decided this
meant war and was war she would
not be fit to be nation. If she were
controlled by pacifsts who would not
fight under these conditions she
would not long remain a nation. Had
she refused to fight she would have
received and deserved the contempt
of all right thinking people.
Many of those opposed to this
war are everlasting ointing out the
shortcomings of the United States
and other allied countries. am well
aware that this country is far from
perfect.
But whatever the shortcomings
of this country, 1t is still free and
better than any other of the great
countries of the world What we
have is worth preserving and it can
not be preserved unless we are ready
to fight.
mo one in America believes in
war as a trade or an art but we be-
lieve in self-defense and do not be-
lieve that barbarous warriors should
be left free to overrun the world
This war has now become a war
for preserving civilization. 1t is a
war for democracy against the most
medieval autocratic government of
either Europe or America.
II do not believe in any talk of
peace. We should begin to fight be-
fore we talk about terms of peace.
1t is not for Germany and Austria
either directly or indirectly-to
bring about peace on anything like
their own terms. They made this
war, deliberately. ruthlessly, and
should suffer the consequences.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs. Kate N. Earl who has /.
visiting her brother John pr..
and family, left for her home in ~ es''
yer Sunday night.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Miss Pauline Sanford returned to
her home at Washingto!., Ind, We'd
nesday night after a months visit
with her sister Mrs. Jesse Stephen
son. Her friend Miss Bertha Martin
left the same evening for her home
in Boston.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

The Monte Vista friends of Mr..
and Mrs. w. r. George of st. An
thony, Idaho, will sympathize with
them in the death of their baby
which occurred when the infant was a
week old.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Work was commenced the first of
the week on the Farmers Union i'm
plement warehouse adjoining their
Office building. Shakespeare and
Nash are the contractors.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25
Ask Anyone Who Has Used 1t

There are families who aways aim
to keep bottle of Chamberlain s
Cholic and Diarrhoea Remedy in the
house for use in case it is needed,
and find that ii is not only a good in
yestment but saves them no end of
suffering. AS to its reliability, ask
anyone who has used it.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

VIM. Rawlings and grandson
Grant Carpenter Jr who have been
visiting at the home of w. c. San
ford since Saturday, left "Wednesday
night for their home at Palmyra, N.
j. They expect to make a short stop
over at Denver.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

If you were the best artist in your
line In the world you would naturally
want the best machine on earth to
reproduce your work. That's why
the great artists choose Victrolas to
reproduce their work.
FULLER DRUG co.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs. E. L. Paradis of the SoIdlo.,
Home left Saturday night for an
tended visit with friends and -,
tives at Denver.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs. r 1. Meeker left Saturday
night for Denver where she VIII re-
main with relatives while Mr.. Meek
er is stationed in the Engineers
corps at Fort Sheridan, Ill. Mr..
Meeker left for the Fort Monday
night.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mr. and Mrs. ] R. Shestak LETT
Saturday night for Omaha, Nebr.,
where Mr.. Shestak has accepted a
position in the auditors office OF the
p r. r. Co. He has been working
as auditor clerk in the depot here.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Cecil Thompson who has been
spending the summer with her
grandmother, Mrs, l.. X. Hogate, de-
parted Monday night for his home at
Loveland.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Miss Gladys Davis has accepted a
position with the Colorado Tire and
Leather Co. at Denver and left Sun
day evening for that place.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs, w. H. White and daueb,o.
went to Blanca Friday night to =,
tend the Seventh Day Advent,
camp meeting.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mr.. and Mrs. Homer Burnham of
La lara were visiting friends in
Monte Vista Saturday. Mrs. l.. +.
Bigelow accompanied them home
and remained there until Tuesday.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs. f. j. Poage and Mrs. Mabel
Chandler visited friends IN Alamosa
Saturday night.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Henry Thompson of the Soldiar,,
home went to Blanca Tuesday even.
ing on a furlough.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mrs. H. V. Moore departed for her
home at Los Angeles, Calf, Sunday
night after a short visit to her niece,
Mrs. Ernie Station and family.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mr.. and Mrs. E. Berry who bsv,
been employed at the La Veta hotel
left Saturday night for Denver
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

D. j. Gibbs went to Denver Sundsv
night where he will remain several
days on business.
The Monte Vista journal., 1917-08-25

Mr.. and Mrs. Ben Gibson spent
Friday until Tuesday in Denver.
The daily Gate City and constitution-Democrat. (Keokuk, Iowa) 1916-1922, 1917-11-16
Mexican Beef and Hides.

TUnited Press Leased Wire Service.l
SAN FRANCISCO, Nov 16.-Fifty
thousand head of Mexican cattle and
100000 pounds of dressed medium
and prime beef and 10000 horse and
burro hides are. without market,
according to D. B. Eastman, repre-
senting Mexican cattle interests who
is in San Francisco today. And at
the same time Americans are observ-
ing meatless days and shoes are sell
ing at record prices.
ri am offering $4,000 head of. cattle
at six cents delivered in Los Ange-
les or San Francisco Eastman de-
clared, land the dealers tell me they
don't want them; that their storage
pooms and feed lots are full. Two
different export concerns have turn
ed down 100000 pounds of frozen,
inspected. beef at IL cents and there
Is no market for 10000 hides"