The Washington herald., 1920-06-13

Win peniteuuary powers Wnlte
I'm away, and you and me will
take the 6:45 northbound tomoy-
row evening and follow up this
tfail.'
rTm your company says I. I
never see this New York, but I'd
like to. But, Luke says ], don't
you have to have a disposition or
a habeas, corpus or something
from the State. when you reach
OUT that far for rich men and
mslefactors.?
"'Did / have a requisition.' says
Luke, when I went over into the
Braos bottoms and brought back
Bill Grimes and two more for
holding up the International? Did
me and you have a search warrant
or a posse comitatus when We
rounded up them six Mexican
COW thieves down in Hidalgo? It's
my business to keep order In MO-
jada County
".And it's my business as Of
nee deputy. says !, to see that
business is carried on according
TO law. Between US both we ought
to keep things pretty well clean
cd up
so, the next day. Luke packs a
blanket and some collars and his
mileage book In a haversack, ana
him and me hits the breeze Tor
New York. 1t was a powerful
long ride. The seats in the cars
was too short for six-footers like
US to sleep comfortable on; and
one conductor had to keep US from
getting of at every town that had
five-story houses in 1t. But we
got there finally; and We seemed
to see right away that he was
right about II.
Luke says 1. as ONCE deputy
and from a law standpoint. IL
don't look to me like this place
is properly and legally in the tu-
risdiction of Mojsda County, Tex
From the standpoint Of order
says he, its amenable to answer
for its sins to the properly ap-
pointed authorities from Bildad to
Jerusalem
Amen says I. But let's turn
our trick sudden. and ride. I don't
like the looks of this place
Think of Pedro Johnson says
Luke, a friend of mine and yours
shot down by one of these gilded
abolitionists at his very door!'
"It was at the door of the
freight depot says I. But the
law will not be baked at a Quib-
BILE like that
1--WE put up at one of them big
hotels on Broadway. The next
morning / goes down about two
miles OF stairsteps to the bottom
and hunts for Luke. 1t amt no
use. 1t looks like San Jacinto day
in San Antoine. There's a thou
sand folks milling around in
kind of roofed-over plaza with
marble pavements and trees grow
ing right out of 'em, and / see no
more chance of finding Luke than
II we was hunting each other in
the big pear fat down below Old
Fort Ewell. But soon Luke and
me runs together in one of the
turns of them marble alleys.
1T amt no use. Bud says he.
I've been looking for restaurant
signs and smelling for ham all
over the camp. But I'm used to
going hungry when I have to.
Now, says he. I'm going out and
get a hack and ride down TO the
address on this Scudder card You
stay here and try to hustle some
grub. But I doubt IL you'll find
IT. / wish we'd brought along
some cornmeal and bacon and
beans. I'll be back when I see
this Scudder. II the trail amt
wiped out
so ! starts foraging for break
fast For the honor of old Mo-
jado County l didn't want to seem
green to them abolitionists. so ev-
cry time ! turned a corner III
them marble halls I went up to
the first desk or counter I see and
looks around for grub. II didn't
see what ] wanted I asked for
something else. In about half an
hour / had a dozen cigars. five
story magazines. and seven or
eight railroad timetables in my
pockets, and never a smell of cof-
fee or bacon to point out the
trail.
once a lady sitting at a table
and playing a game kind OF like
pushpin told me to go into a closet
that she called Number 3. I went
in and shut the door. and the
blamed thing lit itself UP. l set
down on a stool before a shelf
and waited. Thinks l. This is
private dining-room.' But no