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one hundred silver dollars, but one
hundred and fOrty-seVen.
"He is generous, this Gringo."
quoth Vincente. HHe leaves more
than he says. May there. not be stin
moreg"
And, from the debris OF rotten
wood, much OF It erumbled to pow
der under their blows, they reeov-
cred fiVe more coins, In the doing Of
which they lost ten more minutes
that drove Torres and the Jefo 70
the verge Of madness.
He does not stop TO count; the
wealthy Gringo," said Rafael "7e
must merely open that sack and
pour Il out And that IS the sack
with which he rode to the beach ~
San Jsntonio when he blew up with
dynamite the wall OF our jail"
The chase was resumed, and all
went well for half an hour, when
they came upon an abandoned frse-
. hold, already half oVerrun with the
returning jungle. A dilapidatsd.
straw-thatched house, fallen-in la
Dor barracks, a broken-down corral.
the very post Of which had sprouted
and leaved into growing trees, and
a well showing recent use by virtue
Of fresh length Of Rata attaching
bucket to well-swesp, showed
where some men had failed to tame
the wild. And, conspicuous On tbs
well-sWeep was pinned . familiar
sheet Of paper on which was writ
ten 800"
Mother Of GodI-a fortune.y
cried Rafael.
MAY tine devil forever torture
him m the last and latest he'll
was Torres contribution
HE pays better than your Senior
Regain" the Jefe sneered in his
despair and disgust
Torres DIseOurageS.
His bag Of silver Is only 50
large" Torres retorted. at seems
we must pick It all up before We
catch him. But when we have
picked it all up, and his bag Is
empty, then will we catch him"
1--WE will 60 on now, comrades
the Jefe addressed his posse in
gratiatingly. "Afterward We will
return at our leisure and recover
the silver"
Augustine broke his seal o. 81
lencs again
zone never knows the way OF
ones return, IL one ever returns.
he enunciated pessimistiealIy
Elated by the pearl OF wisdom he
had dropped, he essayed another.
Three hundred in hand q better
than three million in the bottom o.
q we'll We may never see again
Some one must descend into the
we'll" spoke Rafael, testing the
braided rope with his weight.
See! The RATA Is strong. We viii
lower a man by 1t. Who Is the
brave one who will 80 down.
a." said Vincente, at will be the
brave one to 50 down"
"And steal half that you md"
Rafael uttered his instant lsus-
picion. "If you go down, frst must
you count over to as the pesos you
already possess. Then when 700.
come up we can search you for all
you have found. After. that, when
we have divided squitably, viii
your other pesos be returned to
you"
CTO BE CONTINUED TOMORROyY.l
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
Advice to the
LOvelOrn
Jealous of Father and
Mother.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.


DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
am twenty-five and am going
about with a man Of the same
age. His love for me is very,
very great I also love him very
dearly. But am a home girl.
love my home; not only that, 1
love my mother and father very,
very dearly. He does not ap-
prove Of this. He claims I get
nothing from it, and know do.
He also argues that my devotion
Is not strong enough for him, that
IL is more so for my parents
especially so for my father.
am always with him, in fact,
spend most OF my time in his
office. This peeves my sweet
heart and results in many quar-
rels, TO say nothing OF his argu-
ments. He has threatened sew
eral times to give me up unless
direct all Of my time and atten-
ton to him, which know he de-
serves.
BROKEN
How you can contemplate mar
Tying the VICTIM Of such unreason-
able jealousy is beyond under
standing. II you do marry him,
you must make UP your mind in
advance that you will have to give
up your mother and father. And
do you feel that this type Of man
is worth such a sacrifice? Frankly,
the victim OF such an abnormal
jealousy as you describe does not
sound very well balanced to me.
] seriousiy doubt If he could make
you happy.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
She Knew!

A little girl standing beside a
closed gate stopped gentleman
who was passing and said to him,
"Will you please open this gate for
me-" The gentleman did so. Why,
my child couldn't you open the gate
for yOurself?" ne asked with
smile. Because" said the little
girl, "the paints not dry yet!'
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
4 Prima Donna with a Heart

Anna Case, the famous soprano of the
Metropolitan Opera, has endeared herself
to our wounded soldiers by her efforts to
make life more cheerful for them
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
Not a, Brute.

He-I know an exceedingly fas-
tidious man who caught his wife
smoking and put her out at once.
She-The bFutel
He-Not at sII-she was on FIRE!
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
DO YOU KNOW
THAT

Singing insects are among the
natural curiosities OF Japan. The
most priced OF these is black bee
tie named "susumushi." which
means insect bell" The sound
that IT emits resembles that Of a
little silver bell
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
Uses Of. Plaster. OF. Paris.

pLASTER of Paris keptin bottle may be found useful
Small holes in walls quickly mended with little
plaster mixed with water Combined with glue all kinds
of china may be mended; it will Withstand heat. dry
quickly and the surplus the edge be strapped off,
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30

Nearly ell the dwelling houses in
Japan are Of one general shape and
two stories high. They are put to-
gether by a curious method Of NOR
Using, at which these people are
adopts, no nails being used
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30

The cinchona tree, from which
quinine Is obtained. grows at an eIe-
walton OF 1000 to 10000 feet in
the Andes.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30
This Day in History.

THIS the anniversary of the establishment by Congress
of Yosemite Valley in 1864 as a national park This
great preserve embraces some of the finest scenery
in the world 1t is miles long and from onehaf %
mile wide.
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-30

Strength Easy
Which Was Summing Itself o the Plank
By
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06

thunder. The business at Madrid had been
concluded Death had arrived at last;
but at great speed, by telegraph
When guard told him that his wife,
carrying the daughter who had neen born
since his Incarceration. WAS outside begging
permission to see him. he doubted no
longer If she had left the village, then
the dreaded thing hanging overhead
Tney suggested to him that pardon was
possible, and he seized wildly upon this
last hope of all criminals condemned to
die. Hadn't others been granted it? Then
why not he? Besides. it didn't cost tha,
good lady Of Madrid anything to save his
lile' 1t was only matter Of signing com
mutation.
And all the grave-dgging officials that
visited him, through curiosity or in the
course of their duties lawyers, priests and
journalists were greeted by him with the
same queries, uttered in Ii quivering, sup
plicating voice, as IL tho listeners could
save him:
"What do you Think VIII they sign
the pardon?'
The next day he was to be taken to his
village, bound and guarded like a hardy
beast being led to the shambcs The OK
ecutloner was already there with all his
trapplngs. Waiting for the moment of his
departure, so as to SEQ him. his wife
haunted the prison gate for hours. She
was large, swarthy woman, thick-lppcd
and with brows that grew together in a
single line; at every motion of her skirts
she spread the pungcnt odors Of the cattle
barn.
She seemed amazed TO be there; upon her
vapid countenance ono read stupefaction
rather than grief, and only when she gazcd
at the creature clutching her enormous
bosom did she shed few tears.
Lord! What disgrace for the family!
She had always known that the man would
come to such end Would to God that
the child had not been born,
The chaplain tried to console her. Res
ignation: she would be able to find, after
being made widow, a man who would
bring. her more happiness than the first
This seemed to cheer her, and she even be-
gan to speak of her first sweetheart, fine
young fellow who had withdrawn through
fear of Rafael and who was now seeking
her company in the village and in the fields
as if he wished to say something
NO. There are plenty of men," she said
TRANQUILITY, attempting to smile "But I'm
true Christian and if take another man
it must be as God ordains"
And noting the amazed glance of the
chaplain and the guards at the entrance
she returned to reality, assuming her more
or less forced weeping
That nipht he pa,yo orr;x1o1
had signed the commutation. That lady
whom Rafael imagined there in Madrid
surrounded by all the splendors and adorn-
ments that the Eternal Father has on the
affairs had been won over by kilograms and
entreaties and had prolonged the life of
the condemned man.
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Somehow I hated to give him I'm 7
wrote hlm long letters and tried to insnira
MN with accounts of what | was doing
with beautiful thoughts He did not re-.
spond to them in his answers In his last
letter he wrote that he was quite bannv
because he had discovered room not more
than ten miles from the car line. and
restaurant where they charged only 40
cents for a sandwich
Il decided then that he needed brutal
frankness, blow straight from the shoul-
der And told him the truth about him.
self"
What did he do?" inquired. mali
ciously
He did not even answer. He did NOT
even resent it. What good is the heart Of
a man without "A soul? This is a hard
world for an earnest girl. find it very
prosaic. Even you do not understandp
glanced down at the lunch boxes
Media must have nibbled steadily. for sba
had consumed her own food and most Of
mine.
admit that did not feel sympatbstic
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floor swept every day and we'll scrubbed. so
that the dampness, filtering through his
sleeping mat, should penetrate his bones;
those walls, upon which not a speck of dust
was allowed to settle. Even the compan-
lonship of filth was denied him Absolute
solitude. If rats should have entered he
would have had the consolation of sharing
his scant meal with them and of speaking
to them like good companions; if he had dis
covered spider in one of the corners he
would have amused himself by domestica,
ting it.
In that tomb they wished no other life
than his. One day-how well Rafael recalled
lt'-a sparrow appeared at the grating
like some mischevous child. The bohemian
of light and air chirped as if to express
the establishment it felt at seeing him down
there-that poor yellow, weak creature,
trembling with cold at the very height of
summer with several kerchiefs knotted
around his temples and ragged blanket
about his hips. The bird must have been
intimidated by that peaked pale face. as
white as crushed paper. The prisoners
strange clothes inspired it with fear and it
fled, fluttering its wings as if to shake off
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06

Il finished the account Of my War Work
business, New York. and Offices was what
call it. | should have gone on with
the next chapter, but l have too much
temperament. 1t wearics me from my
heart when re-live these experiences"
"Wil you have another devilled egg and
sandwich ?" asked
How can you talk of such prosaic
things, such sordid realities?" said Media.
sniff the fragrant air, gaze at the creamy
clouds and let us be poetical | want to
tell you of my next chapter. I shall call it
Further Sacrifices 1t is about mani"
"Of course!" She did not hear this in
terrupton.
HE was a cynlc, cold. practical, hard
man. 1t was written all over him, in the
way he gripped his cigar between his
teeth, and in the way he looked at
woman. No one but myself would have
tried to reform him.
II met him, for the frat time, at dance
which our club gave to some Navy men.
lie was the most conspicuous man in the
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06
Tears,
Anxious Tears

ihen, beckoning to me, he laid
aand On my shoulder.
You are Just at that age, my boy,
"hen life seems to be nothing but
smiles and caresses. But a day will
10me' though, when you will see how
nara 1t is- Life is so cruel and unjust
sometimes! l only hope you will not
nave to face such experiences under
soaols'ons that are too trying for you.
isks the advice Of one who knows, my
~ys Courage and honesty will give
''a strength to overcome everything!"
Z" would be impossible to describe
sas sincerity and kindness that shone
- the Old mans face as he said all
sAs A's voice went straight to nv
asart. could not gaze into his tear
.aso eyes without being profoundly
moved.
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06

to them. The narrow walls of home
held no charms for him beside wan
derlng career of adventure.
His faithful Friday in all his itinerant
enterprises was fellow named Huguet,
a former postmaster. Undersized.
bandy-legged and thoroughly unkempt.
this Huguet soon became the object of
my uncle's varying whim, passing as
servant, partner and even as employer
the moment danger loomed up.
AT my uncle's instigation Huguet had
at one time entered the wine business.
But alas! No sooner had he made him
self we'll at home in this new field than
ne was caught in the act Of cheating
the city customs. "Six months in jail,
5000 francs in fnes"-such was the
sentence imposed by the courts.
after all, might have done worse"
commented Huguet afterward.
10 man of principle like Uncle
Hyaclnth, however, this cynical att-
tude was anything but pleasing. After
the two cronies had had glass together,
my uncle was wont to instruct his lieu
tenant in the. rules of duty and the
authority of the law
Follow the strait and narrow path"
he would say, "but if you stray from it
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who would prefer to have you burn your
finger than to give him a portion of burned
cereat
'As he took me home that night | sowed
the first seeds which were to give him
soul. spoke of poetry, and of the beauty
OF forgetting yourself in higher pursuits,
in abstract things"
Did he know you were trying to do him
good?' | wondered if she had told him.
An unconscious influence is the strong
est" she answered. "Of course, I didn't
want him to know how he was being helped
until the results were evident All that he
said was that he had given up good law
practice for clerical job at s2l week.
and that he had surely forgotten himself
then. He did sound hopeless. but know
that | might have done something for him
if he had not been transferred to Wash
ngton For cynic and woman hater though
he was, | knew he trusted me, and that is
the first step in winning n mans affection
But removed from my help, and subjected
to the Influences Of n material CITY. the few
Weeds that had sown could hardly grow
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Vhe well AIMED shot and the finishing touch
with the butt end of the musket. so that the
victim would stop his screaming and bis
kicking about
IN sum mems affairs! And as
result prison, where he resumed oil
friendships; the trial, in which all ,obo
formerly feared him avenged themselves for
.neir previous fears by testifying against
MIN; the. terrible sentence and those four
teen months waiting for death to arrive
IRON Madrid-a death which, from the slow
ness OF its coming, was surely travelling bv
cart.
He did not lack courage. I.e called to
mind Juan Portoia and fair Francisco
hsteban and all those other valiant patadins
whose deeds, related by poets, he had always
listened to with enthusiasm. lie felt that
nc could be rs brave as any Of these when
confronted with the last moment.
Yet some nights he jumped from his mat
as II impclled by hidden spring. making
his chain rattle with sad sound uo
screamed like child and in the selfsame
moment repented, trying in vain to choke
back his cries. It was another self that
screamed within him another self which
WllFh
could feel fear and he whimpered unoblo to
compose himself until he drank a half
dozen cups of that stoamng beverage, made
OF carob beans and figs, which in prison il
called coffee
of tho old Rafael who longed for death
to put a speedy end to everything there ro-
maned only the husk. The new one. formed
within this tomb, recalled with terror that
already fourteen months had gone by and
Vhat the end must be near He would will
lhg'y consent to passing fourteen months
more in the same misery.
lie was apprehcnsvc he had promoni
ton that the catastrophe was approaching.
ne could see 1T everywhere in the inouisi.
tive faces that peercd in through the neon
hole Of his door, in the prison CHAPLAIN who
now came to him every day as if this cell
were the best Of places for having a chat
with a man and smoking cigarette, Tbinrs
looked bad Bad
The questions that the chaplain asked him
could hardly be of more disquieting nat
ure. Was he a good Christian? Yes
father lie respected the priests and never
had failed them. As to his family, it was
needless to inquire. All of his people had
gone to the mountains to fight for the
Legitimate king, since the village parson had
counselled them to do so. And the better
to prove his standing as a Christian he drew
from the tatters in which his chest was
wrapped a filthy collection of medals and
scapulares.
After this the chaplain spoke to him
about Jesus who, although the son of God,
had been in similar plight, and the COM
parison filled the poor devil with delight.
Such honor! Yet, although hattered
by the comparison, he desired the complete
fulfilment of the similarity to be delayed
as long as possible
Then came the day on which the terrible
news burst over his head like a clap Of
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06
B0naparfisfs
To the Core!

He had tricked every person under
heaven, had Huguet, but toward my
uncle, strange as it might seem, he proved
himself the most loyal, generous and
noble of friends. He even abandoned
his career as a Royalist agtator and
turned Bonapartist out of devotion to
his beloved chief
In keeping with his warlike career
Uncle Hyacinth carried his Bonapartisu
sympathies to the point of personal at
tire. He went about in a long coat but
toned up to the chin, carried a cane that
to all appearances was a club, and was
seldom seen without tiny bunch of VIC
lets in his buttonhole. When he saun-
tered along the Boulevard de Gaud, sur
rounded by few comrades in arms and
followed in turn by Huguet, who tagged
at his heels like a water-spaniel. he was
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06

ballroom that evening. noticed him at
once He was standing in corner with
his arms folded over his chest. like
William Farnum in his strongest moments
He was not so big as William Farnum
however. When he was introduced 10 me
| knew from his first words that had
struck the keynote of his character. For
he said:
"It is frightfully warm here"
"But l can't sect began
Media was triumphant. "Of course ycu
don't. You are not soulful, either. But
saw at once that he was II man who thought
only of his material comfort and rave no
time to the cultivation OF his higher needs
His actions during the evening brought ont
this tendency even more strongly. He
wanted to dance with me--T knew it bv the
way he hummod waltz. but he refraincd
on account of the heat, and during supper
he ate three ices.
"Yes"- Nodda nibbled a slice of marsh
mallow cake rehcctivcly-"hc cared too
much for food He was the sort of man
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06
, (on''A ''S* $.1*? rns s! CONDEMNED :?: f. =
BY Vicente BIasco Ibanez

the odor of the tomb and filthy wool that
was exhaled through the bars
The only signs of life came from his fol-
low prisoners in the yard They, at
least, could see the sky above their heads
and were not forced to breathe through d
loophole; their legs were unfettered and
they had some one to talk with. Even within
the prison misfortune had its hierarchy
Eternal human discomfort was plumbed bv
Rafael. He envied those of the ward CON
sidering their position as one Of the most
cnviable; the yard prisoners envied those
outside who enjoyed full liberty. and thcv
who at this hour wero walking through the
streets felt, perhaps, dissatisfaction with
their lot, cherishing who knows how MANY
ambitions! And liberty 80 sweet! Thcy
deserved to be imprisoned
Rafael was ut the very bottom of mis-
fortunes scale. In moment Of desperation
he had attempted to escape through a tunnel
burrowed in the earth, and now he was
guarded incessantly and vindctivoly. If he
sang they imposed silence. He tried to find
distraction by repeating in monotonous
chant the prayers his mother had taught him
and which he could recall only in snatchcs
but they made him keep silence. Was he
trying to feign madness? They wished to
preserve him sane sound in mind and body,
so That the executioner should not perform
his duty upon damaged flesh.
Mad He didn't want to become that;
but this intcrment, the restricted motion,
and that wretched narrow place were all
leading to such result. He had halluclna-
tions Some nights when he shut his eyes
that were panied by tho regulation light, to
which in fourteen months he had not been
able to accustom himself he was tormented
by the extravagant notion that, as he slept,
his enemies-those unknown persons who de-
sired his lfehad turned his stomach in
side out. And they torturing him
with cruel stabs.
BY day he always thought OF his past but
with such wild, confused memory that it
seemed he reviewing the life history of
another.
He recalled his return to his native viii
lage after his first imprisonment for Ger
tain offences, his renown throughout all the
district, the enthusiastic admiration of the
gathering at the tavern on the square
"What terror Rafael isl" The finest girl
in the village decided to become his wife
more through intimidation and awe than af-
fecton. The local government officials
eourted his favor, giving him the musket of
the rural guard and exploiting his brutality
at election times; his rule was undisputed
throughout the district he held the others
those of the defeated faction-in the hollow
of his palm. At last, however, growing
tired Of this state of affairs, the opposition
procured certain husky chap, who had him
self just left prison, and they matched him
against Rafael.
By Christ! Rafael's professional honor was
at stake He'd have to teach lesson to
this fellow who was taking away his bread
and butter. And, an inevitable conse-
quence, there came the attack from ambush
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06
Living on Reputation
And Wine

But as the finest deeds sometimes
produce the direst results, Uncle
Hyacinth had no sooner carved out a
reputation as hero than he considered
himself absolved from all the obliga-
tions to which the common herd sub
NIT perforce. In a single day his vir-
tue went bankrupt. Whether or not he
had hand in the battle Of Waterloo
was matter of doubt, and to the end
of his life this point was never cleared
up. He had already begun to show
weakness for alehouses, and as time
went on he seemed to grow fonder Of
recounting his exploits than of adding
New-York tribune., 1919-04-06

place over the Tuileries, my uncle
thought to put his head out.
For some reason known only to him
self he wished to reach the corner of
the Place de la Bastile and the Faubourg
Saint-Antoine. But as he was living in
the vicinity of the Arc de FEtoile, a
sparsely settled and almost rural part
of Paris at that time, he had to go
through many out-of- -the-way streets
and pass more than thirty barricades
before he could set foot on this desired
spot.
Yet it was not like my uncle to stop
at such an obstacle with his resource
for ingenious tricks and evasions. Go
ing to neighbor who was the manager
Of an eating house, he had no trouble
IN obtaining some rabbits blood. 1t was
a simple matter then for him to borrow
a cloth, smear this with blood and wrap
the whole CORY affair about his head
This done, Uncle Hyacinth had his
friend, the publican, and the latter's ap
prentice carry him to the first barricade.
close to the Faubourg du Roule.
The expected happened. No sooner
had the Revolutionists who were guard
ing the barricade caught sight of the
figure with the bandaged head than they
stook him for wounded comrade. Fer