New-York tribune., 1922-11-12

ir,jtcsction, bat is beaten back and
haled to cossYt. Conflicting evidence
Is giUen, and the a0ise magistrate
decides that he aoill see for himself
whether or not there is cruelty be-
ing practiced.
Now go on scith the story.
Continued from our last issue)
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The afternoon sun was gliding the
poised Diana on the Madison Square
Garden tower when solitary rider,
mounted on q stanch pinto pony, can
tered down Twenty-fourth Street.
Glancing sun rays struck him in tho
light stabbed through the afternoon
murk.
1t was "Tex" Austin.
The CLEANS came from his steer
head scarfpin, which has two diamonds
for the eyes and third one set mid
way between the horns.
What the third one is for is secret
one of those lost secrets of the vast
Western plains.
shirt Of rose pink, striped with ele-
plants breath gray. Around his neck
was his very best kerchef of apple
green silk, with polka dots OF flame
crimson.
There was Broadway dust on his
handsome boots of black Kid fronted
with white, upon which his irst name
had been artisticaly burned with red
not iron He had been riding since
early dawn. From the McAlpin.
AS he came into sight he set spurs
animal into gallop.
The spurs were wound with adhesive
tape, so no harm was done to ANYBODY.
AS he rode he shaded his fine ewes
from the afternoon sun, scanning the
horizon north and south, as If in search
OF some one. He rode as one rides to
rendezvous.
lie was riding to rendezvous. A
rendezvous with wise magistrate.
FOR this was the day upon which the
rodeo and Soapy Williams and Mabel
strickland and Wild Bunch and Two
otep were to be inspected by the law.
me first two mentioned are people,
put the last two are hawses-wild
hawses. WIN
In doorway watching his approach
stood man. He was an agent for
the societies which are seeking to ride
Tex Austin out of town.
At the main entrance stood a pros-
porous looking individual smoking a
prosperous looking cigar. He was also
an agent--a press agent.
1o"ay' stranger" said Tex Austin
TO the press agent The press agent
wa was not really stranger, but that's
the way they talk in the West. And
this was West--west Of Lexinrton
Avenue. wa
"Howdy," replied the press agent.
who knows his lines. s0"''
Did that thar Magistrate git into
these parts yet ?" asked Tex Austin,
pid so,' said the press agent. "He's
oaek thar now, In box"
lex Austin dismounted carelessly.
a1opplng the reins over his horses
head' and strobe into the vast arena.
Inc agent Cor the societies which
are trying to run Tex Austin ont of
town came out of the doorway and
sheered IN the general direction of the
main entrance VIC
"Ha! Hal" he said, scowling vindic-
lively. you may think YOU hold The
upper hand, Tex Austin, but we'll break
your proud spirit YETI
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Inc wise magistrate sat in box on
the north side of the vast arena and
watched Fox Hastings get thrown off
her Jumpln' hawss for the second time
this week.
He frowned, but said nothing.
Suddenly q messenger bow dasbed
into the vast arena. He carried = fa,eA
gram in yellow envelope.
Shielding his eyes with his rigb+
hand from the glinting rays of Tex
Austin's steer-head SCARF pin he stro5a
up TO the Western plainsman and hand
ed him the message
without moving muscle Of his
stern face, Tex Austin tore open the
message. Then he read it.
HIS face paled and he took an in
face in his hands. ''
Hugh Strickland reached for +be
message. He read it aloud to tba
panic stricken cowboys who clustered
around him. 8"
Can't get down to-day on account
zegfeld insists l work in matinee.o he
read. Ae
The message was signed "will Rog-
"Tsii the boys to do their best. any
way" Tex Austin said bravely.
With grim set faces the bovs .or
tinued their best.
into the vast arena. He also carried
message
Hastily Tex Austin scanned it. and
MS face mt up in an honest Western
smile. Calling the boys around him
he read it aloud.
But will be round tomorrow for
Actors Fund Day, and will bring Doug
Fairbanks with me-"
This message WAS also signed "Will
Rogers"
Cheering loudly the boys rode out
to get themselves stepped all over by
the wild Brahma steers.
WI
The policemen were ushering the |
ygst throngs out of the great arena. |
The wise magistrate was among them. /
"How do you like the show?" asked |
the prosperous press agent.
II don't think we shall have any
rain" the wise magistrate replied. Il |
will render my decision officially ia |
the police court on Monday
Tex Austin threw his hat in the air
and waved his steer head scarf pin