New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1919-01-10

their prime, were In themselves
danger. And on these days Of ami
versary 1t had been the custom of thu
university to march also. q guard OF
honor. SeditiOn was rife among the
students.
The order was finally issued.
Old Adelbert was i'll that night. He
tossed about in a fever. His body
ached, even the leg which SO long age
had moldered In its shallow grave on
a battlefield. For these things happen
BY morning he was better. but he was
a different man. His eyes glowed. His
body twitched. He was stronger. too,
for now he broke his sword across his
knee, and flung the pieces out Of the
window. And with them went the last
fragment of his old loyalty to his king.
Old Adelbert was now, potentially, a
traitor.
On the morning after Adelbert had
turned his back on his king, Bobby
Thorpe rose early, so early, indeed,
that even Pepy still slept In her mar
row bed, and the milk sellers had not
started on their rounds. The early
rising was a mistake, owing to a watch
which had strangely gained an hour.
Somewhat discOnsolately, he wan
dered about. Heavy quiet reigned.
From a window he watched the meat
seller hang out a freshly killed deer.
just brought from the mountains. He
went downstairs and out on the street,
past the niece of the concierge, who
was scrubbing the stairs.
I'm going for a walk" he told her.
IF they send Pepy down you might
tell her I'll be back for breakfast"
He stood for a time surveying the
deer. Then he decided to 60 hunting
himself. The meat seller obllgingly
gave him the handle Of a floor brush.
and with this improvised gun Bobby
went deer stalking. His dog trotted
at his heels.
Around the old city gate. still stand
Ing although the wall Of which it had
been a part was gone, there was ex-
cellent hunting. Here they killed and
skinned a bear, took fine ivory tusks
from a dead elephant, and searched for
the trail Of a tiger.
The gate was an excellent place for
a tiger. Around 1t was planted IN al.
most i%mpenetrable screen of ever
greens, SC thick that the ground be-
meath was quite bare of grass. Here
the two hunters crawled on stomachs
that began to feel a trife empty, and
here they happened on the trail.
Tucker found it first. His stumpy
tail grew rigid. Nose to the ground,
he crawled and wriggled through the
underground, Bobby at his heels. And
now Bobby saw the trail, footprints.
1t is true that they resembled those
Of heavy boots with nails. But on the
other hand, NJ n could say surely
that the nail marks were not those of
claws.
Tucker clrcled about. The trail
grew more exciting. Bobby had to
crawl on hands and feet under and
through thickets. Branches had been
broken as by the passage of some large
body. The sportsman clutched his
weapon and went on.
An hour later the two hunters re-
turned for breakfast. Washing did
something to restore the leader to q
normal appearance, but a wondering
family discovered him covered with
wounds and strangely silent.
"Why, Bob, where have you beenT
his mother demanded. "Why, l never
saw so many scratches !"
"I've been hunting" he replied
briefly. "They don't hurt, anyhow"
Then he relapsed into absorbed sill
ence. His mother, putting cream on
his cereal, placed an experienced hand
on his forehead. Are you sure you
feel well, dear" she asked. Il think
your head is a little hot"
"Im all right, mother"
She was wisely silent, but she raj
over in her mind the spring treatment
for children at home. The blood, she