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El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1923-03-13

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VICENTE Ley de Ia Policla, la riqueza
dc Ia l5la sc ha triplicado su pobla-
c,6n ha armentado por centenares de
miles. Sin embargo, ell niimero de po-
licias efee,ivamente en- servicio en-.
aqael tempo era mayor que hoy en- nn
2G por ciento. En- aquella 6poca Ell nti-
nero de AUTOMOBILES que habia en- Ia
Isla era insignidcaLte. Hoy hay 1000,
20 cual signifca, naturalnente, que de
IA insuficienre fuerza de guardias en-
servicio actualmente, deben sacarse
-cs hombres destiEados vigilar Ell
t-aiico en- nuestras ciudades mayores.
En- aquel tienl;o la ciudad de San
Juan, por ejeihplo, estaba atendida
propiamen,e cor SOLO 129 policias. En-
ls actuali3ad 162 policias 10 pueden
atenderla con efcacia. Constantemente
sc estan recibiendo en- las oficinas de
la policia solicitudes urgeEtes hechas
por jefes de Gistrito por ciudadanos
particuiares, pidiendo aumento de fuer
ga, demandas que no es possible salts
facar q causa de Ia falta de guardias.
Tan inadecuado es en- realidad ell MI
nero dc .policias qjte ha sido possible
asignar q S3r Juan, que los ciudada-
nos de esta ciudad han recurrido Ia
practica estab.ecida antes de la ocupa
.c.6n americana, de e-nplear vigilantes
Eocturncs particnlares.
Debido al aumento de nuestra po-
biaci6n generalmente su traala-
cidn de uno otro paraje en- casos es-
peciales, es de desear que Sc Green va
rios nuevos distritos de policia, y que
Sc clasifque nuevamente I'm nlimero de
les antiques. Ctros cambios de circuns
tancias accnSejan qne Sc hagan enmien
das de Menor importarscia en- la exec
lente Ley de la Policia VICENTE, sera
sd1taetido vuestra consideration un
proyecto dc ley. que comprenda dichas
enmiendas.
FL hasito de portar armas. prohibit
ldas osta creciendo, continuara asi
hasta que Sc file una penahdad bas-
tante fuerte para el delto. Actualmen
te la pena maxima consiste en- una
ululSa de $50 y prison por sesenta
sdias, 81 ella Sc impusiera sin varia-
cion alguna, dar.a un notable resulta-
do en- Ia a,ninoraci6n de ess habito;
pero mien;ras la pera minima, consis-
tente en una multa, de cinco pesos, es
mpuesta con frecuencia, Ia maxima
casi nunca Sc utiliza. Opino que Ia PEI
rsalidad minima por el delito dc llevar
armas prohibidas debe ser una mnlta
! &c $5c J pr-sitA durante seis meses. Me
pernito presentar eata idea a vuestra
cuijadosa consideration.
Deban votarse creditos, en- la GUAM
tia que Sc indica q corsinuaci6n, para
cubrir deficits que han ocurrido en- va
las partidas del presupuesto del De-
partanento de Policia:
Ano econ6mico de 1920,21:
paga de raenganches 100000
+ Eagajes 100000
Efectos de automobiles re-
paraciones, $4,000
Efectos de escritorio i'm
presos, 1,5600 90
G'astos imprevis;os 1880
Compra de efectos no fun
gibles 2,230.00
El Mundo. [volume] (San Juan, P.R.) 1919-1990, 1923-03-13
s1e.o45.oo

He sido informado de que los gastos
que originaron los precedentes deficits
fueron absolutamente necesarios.
Afio economico de 1929:
Alquiler de cuarteles 100000
Paga de reengaches 10000
Castles imprevistos 10000
Efectos de autom6viles
reparaciones 100000
Evening star., 1923-08-05
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she had lavished on him. was there
no escape? No way out of the hor-
rible dilemma?
'Maintien le droit." He was
pledged by his oath to do Justice
without fear or favor. Barry
Strengthened his shoulders A mans
honor could not be rooted in dis
honor. He had. first of all. to be
loyal
a T the fort Barry found a letter
= waiting for him. It was from
nurse in Toronto. and it told
of the death of his friend Julia San
born.
He was reading the letter a sec
ond time when light step sounded.
Dark eyes stabbed into his. What
about my brother?" In Celeste's
eyes was just a fare OF the antag-
onism he had stirred when she first
caught sight of the uniform.
"It won't go hard with him." Bar
ry promised. THE inspector wants
straight talk with him II your
brothers reasonable
bFiiI Will De-, she said quickly.
"He doesn't feel the same as he did"
Then, passionately, she added. 1T
was that man. Black Jack. He was
just spelling everything"
You didn't like him?'
Never. He was always hateful.
but I couldn't get rid of him. Brill
understands now"
Glad Of that. It'll be better for
him, and better for you"
Yes" she said, little wistfully;
and on the heels of impulse added,
I've always wanted US to be-decent
folks-so that things would be diff
ferent.
They're going to be different" He
took her small brown hands in his.
His gaze held hers fast. I'm going
to attend to that personally-f l
may, Celeste Nelson"
Life irradiated her eyes her
cheeks, her whole slender, eager
youth.
I'm listening to you, Donald Bar
ry," she whispered.
Copyright. 1922
Evening star., 1923-08-05
Without Fear or Favor

| IRON a cheerless night Barry rose
IT TO dismal dawn. Breakfast was
a poor affair OF half-cooked bacon
and lukewarm coffee, for the fire was
| frankly surrendering to the storm.
The trooper packed and began his
cross-country ride.
He rode head-down into the buffet
ing of the sleet-packed wind. The
chill of the tempest bit to the bones.
The flashing of the fine sleet fogged
his face savagely. He could be sure
only of the general direction in which
he travelled
At times he walked, the horse at his
heels. Again he rode. But there was
no certainty as to where he was go
ing. Crow Creek might be a hundred
yards in front of him. 1t might be
at his back. He was lost.
He gave the pony it's head Not
month ago he had ridden on jim Jack
to the deserted McDiarmid cabin. 1t
was possible the mustang might, by
animal instinct, find its way there
again.
Within half an hour Jim-Jack
struck the creek and Barry dismount-
ed and walked. Feet and hands were
freezing. Eyelids and lashes were so
coated with ice that he could hardly
see.
Unexpectedly. he brought up in his
stride. A fence barred the way. He
leaned against 1t weakly. Hope leaped
in his heart. He was saved.
Through a gap in the fence he led
jim Jack. Out of the white mist
house emerged phantasmally, and
stable. In the stable Barry found hay
and a pitchfork. Not until he had
made Jim-Jack comfortable did he
turn toward the house.
The constable opened the door and
walked In. He pulled UP near the
threshold abruptly. A girl sitting
before the open fire had jumped to
her feet and was staring at him with
startled eyes.
He closed the door and deadened the
scream OF the storm. They faced each
other silently, their gazes locked in
wordless question.
Barry tried to lift a stiff and frozen
hand to his hat. Without warning.
his knee joints buckled and he went
down to the floor.
For a moment he was hazily near
unconsciousness. When the mists
cleared she was kneeling beside him.
her arm under his head. her anxious
face close to his.
IS all right" he said, smiling at
her. i've been bucking the blizzard.
That's ALL"
He sat up She ran to a cupboard.
found a bottle and glass and started
to pour him drink
stead?" he suggested.
"If you'd rather"
She made preparations swiftly,
without wasted effort.
Her guest moved to the fire. sat
down heavily and drew off the frozen
gauntlets
Take your boots off, too" she said.
In her voice was the unconscious
arrogance of youth. Life throbbed in
her, rich and abundant. 1t expressed
itself imperiously.
Barrys stiff fingers fumbled abor-
lively at the boots. Apparently she
was not looking at him. but she gave
up setting the table and came swiftly
across the room to him.
let me"
1t was not a request, but order
She was on her knees working at the
ice-coated boots before he could pro-
test,
t0Dil
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He learned that Brill had taken care
OF her ever since her mother had died.
when she was two years old. He
had always been good to her, and it
was plain that she repaid his kind
ness with love and devotion. She was
willing enough to talk of Brills
gameness. of his fine loyalty to
his friends. of his passionate
sense OF justice, but of the other side
to his characteristic fierce. impul-
sive turbulence that had made him
leader among the wilder spirits of
the border--she had nothing to
say
Evening star., 1923-08-05

THE door opened and man stood
i blinking on the threshold while
his eyes became accustomed to the
semi darkness Of the cabin.
Celeste gave a little gasp of dis
may. and instantly covered her mis-
take. "Mr. Rogers, ! wasn't looking
for you, MIR. Rogers This gentleman
is Constable Barry" And to the Off
Ger. shake hands with Mr.. Rogers"
Barry took in the newcomer swift
iy The man was big and rangy.
sandy-haired. with a long. dropping
mustache shade lighter. His per-
son fitted accurately a description
Evening star., 1923-08-05
A Hole i'm Glass.

TT is said that a hole may be made
l in thin glass by pressing upon the
glass a disk of wet clay. Make q
hole through this clay the size OF the
hole desired in the glass. being sure
that the glass ~ clean and bare.
Now pour molten lead into the hole
and the lead and glass will drop
through at once. The quick heating
of the glass at one point causes o
circular crack TO form. the outline
of which corresponds to the hole
made in the clay.
Evening star., 1923-08-05
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a
self before any accusation had
been made.
You act so high an mighty" she
charged defensively. You ride over
me as if-as-if-"
What do you know of the killing
of Jack Drummond?" he asked,
evenly.
Nothing. Nothing at ALL she
cried on high note of apprehension.
"IIl not say anything. 1 won't"
why were you on Pincher creek ?
What were you doing there? Who
killed Drummond?"
81 won't talk. 1 won't. I've moth
ing to say. You can arrest me if you
like
You are under arrest" he said
quietly.
why? You have to tell me why.
Do you think II killed him" She
flung out the abhorred word passion
ately.
This time her eyes held fast. Some
spark in him was blown to fame in
response to her challenge. She was
so young, had gone so little way in
life. yet had been so misused by it.
In spite of herself, perhaps, she had
travelled the crooked trails of out
lawry. To Donald Barry came the
conviction that this wildling of the
plains stood at q fateful crossroads.
The sympathy that stirred in him
did not reach the impersonal voice of
his answer. He was first of all one
of the mounted. sworn to do justice
without fear or favor.
Il think you know who did"
"Why should hurt him? I'd never
| even met the man."
Have said you did it?"
You don't need to say so. know
what you think
do you? Where is Brill sheri-
dan?"
She looked at him. her slim body
tense. What do you want with
him?''
"Drummond went out to get him.
I'm wondering if he found Brill"
He said it very quietly, but his
steady eyes searched her. From her
cheeks the suffusion of underlying
crimson ebbed. Instantly he knew
her fear was for her brother, not for
| herself.
The measure Of his relief was sur
prising. She was shielding Brill.
That was. technically. a crime. But
it was different from -blooded
murder.
! II don't know" Swallowed behind
her words he found a note of horror.
When did you see Brill last?""
"A week ago"
| "Where?"
+, cat home"
! "Where has he been since then ?'
| II don't know. He left-on bust
ness"
| Tell you what 1t was?'
| He buys cattle-sometimes goes a
100 miles to get them. I don't. think
he mentioned where he was going
this time. He's often away for weeks"
| She turned away to cut the bread
and pour a cup of coffee. Then. sui
lenly. she suggested that he had bst-
| ter eat
While he was at table he .aalxed
! questions and drew reluctant answers.
Evening star., 1923-08-05

LIE was amazingly distressed. Was
1 i it possible that rnis clear-eyed
girl, passionate and untamed though
she might be. could have murder Jack
Drummond from ambush? He reject
ed the thought violently. and even
as he did SO knew that he refused 1t
illogically. because he did not want
to accept it. She had information to
give him. He must get it from
her.
You might tell me- how and where
you tore your skirt" he answered.
He knew he had struck home--read
it in her finching eyes.
Evening star., 1923-08-05

who had drained her of her small
means and vanished into the frontier
west. 1t was her son, John Sanford,
who had just come into the cabin.
Celeste introduced the men dubi-
ously. Black Jack Wardlaw had a
standing grudge at any one who wore
the uniform of the Northwest Mounted.
No muscle in the face of this man,
who now called himself Wardlaw,
moved in the least but the wary eyes
held cold, hard light as menacing
as a revolver.
Friend of yours?" he asked the
girl, with sneer.
Evening star., 1923-08-05
BY
WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE.

dawning knowledge seemed to strug-
gle.
1T don't matter where" Black Jack
looked at her, snarling. What's
eatin' you, girl?"
Sheridan interrupted the by-play.
Better take his gun away first.
Jack"
Quickly Celeste stepped forward Il
will"
, She walked back of the constable.
removed his revolver and put it on
the table behind him.
Anything else on him?" Brill
snapped
Yes"
From a coat pocket Celeste drew
pair of steel handouts.
Good enough. Well see how they
fit, Mr.. Policeman" jeered Wardlaw.
The eyes of Barry and the girl met
for an instant
How do they work, REiE?" she
asked.
TN show you.
In order not: to get between the
weapon and the man whom it COW
cred, Celeste passed back of Ward
law. who still straddled awkwardly,
head down and hands crossed behind
him.
Again for a fraction of second
her gaze met that of the Northwest
Mounted trooper. A message flashed
forth and back. There was a sharp
click of steel.
Celeste had handcuffed Black Jack
Wardlaw.
THE man let out a savage roar of
l. rage. Sheridan stared at him
and at Celeste. puzzled. his slow
brain stunned by this development.
simultaneously with the click of the
cuffs Barry leaped for the revolver
on the table.
His voice rang clear and strong.
81 arrest you, John Sanford. alias
Black Jack Wardlaw. in the kings
name"
Brill frowned. What for?" he de-
manded harshly.
For the murder of Constable
Drummond," replied Celeste swiftly.
Black Jack struggled furiously to
free himself from the steel bands.
| That's a lie,' he shouted, and fol-
lowed his denial with flood of
curses.
It's the truth" the girl flung back.
"And, o Brill. 1 thought you did
it'll just now"
Thought ! killed Drummond. Shot
him from behind?" her brother said,
with keen resentment.
"I ought to have known better"
she walled. but whsn l found your
knife"
Found my knife-ghere?"
"I tell you. Brill, she's in cahoots
with this spy. They've been here all
night together. She's his"
Black Jacks furious scream died
down. The cold rim of Barry's re-
volver was pressed against his fore
head.
Lets hear your story from the be-
ginning. Miss Nelson" the officer
suggested.
Celeste told it. simply. A letter
| had come to Brill after he had left
the ranch. Thinking it might be i'm
portant, she opened the envelope.
The note was unsigned, but she rec
ognized the writing as that of Ward
law. A reference in it made her un-
easy. Black Jack was urging her
brother join him in some under
taking darkly limited at, the nature
| of which seemed to be both lawless
Evening star., 1923-08-05

"O the post at Red Wing came
Emile Roubideau with the
story of man of the north
west mounted lying dead on
Pincher creek, a bullet Aaie in the
back of his head.
Emile had brought dispatches to
Inspector Cairns. They told or the
hold-up of the Sunset Flyer at Gray
Mound by a single bandit VINO hao
robbed the express car of $4,000
Though a light snow had blotted out
the trail, he had apparently headed
north. Important. If true. this last.
It meant that If the outlaw had
crossed the line into Canada the red
coats must be on the lookout FOR him.
But the death of Jack Drummond
came more nearly home to the In
spector. Less than week ago JACK
had ridden from the barracks on
special service, humming dance
tune. Had his life been snuffed out
because he had found evidence against
Brill Sheridan that would convict
him?
While Roubideau talked with hands,
shoulders and excited voice, Cairns
sat erect behind his desk, spare.
soldierly man with a face keen as a
sword blade. He put incisive ques-
tions, drew deductions and summoned
Constable Barry.
Into the room presently quick
stepped a lean-fanked trooper in the
prime of his splendid youth There
was no superfuous ounce on his TRIM
well set body. Barry saluted his
grizzled chief and waited silently at
attention.
Afraid Drummond's gone west,
the inspector said. Shot from be-
tind-on Pincher creek. Roubideau
found his body"
The deep blue eyes of the con-
stable WINGED. Jack Drummond had
been his Lal
sure it's Jack?" he asked.
"Drummond's the only one out that
way" Cairns turned to the messen-
ger Tell your story again, Roubi-
deau."
The French Canadian burst into an
other eruption Of words. 1t had been
while he was making a short cut
across Pincher that a CLEAN of scar
let had caught his eye and drawn
him to the body of the murdered
man. He had examined and Via! he
wore the uniform. Oui. monsieur!
A close trimmed brown mustache."
The inspector dismissed Roubideau
and gave Barry brief, crisp instruc-
tions.
Take a driver with you and send
Drummond's body back. Find out
who shot him. If you can't do that
get Brill Sheridan and bring him in.
And I've just heard that some one
a single man, it seems, though he
must have had help on the outside
robbed the western flyer at Gray
Mound Of $4,000. He's headed this
way, they think. No description ex-
cept that he's a big man. Keep
lookout for him."
Evening star., 1923-08-05
RguDIdesu SlIG. bTtaflnE 3 i'SSnnB

rhe wagon had been left a half
mile back They were now follow
ing a rough deer trail through
young timber.
Another Ave minutes and the Of
ficer swung from the saddle. He had
come upon the body OF man lying
face down among the dead leaves
At the base Of the brain was a small
hole which tunneled into the head
1t led upward and to the left.
Barry turned over the body and
recognized at once the face of Jack
Drummond. His jaw frightened as he
looked down at his friend.
The constable pushed back his
emotion and bent his mind to the
problem before him. If Drummond
lay where he had fallen-there was
no evidence that the body had been
dragged through the thick carpet OF
leayes-he must have been shot by
somebody crouched at the righthand'
side of the trail, If he had been in
the open Jack would have seen him
as he passed. Therefore he must
have been behind the big cotton
wood rooted close to the path. The
shot had been fired while it's victim
was scarcely two PAGES distant.
Carefully Barry brushed aside the
Thin cover of snow above the leaves.
He found nothing to show that any
body had been kneeling there. But
back of the tree was a thicket and
to one of the thorns there clung a
small fragment of cloth, such W
shaped scrap as might have been
torn from a pair of trousers. The
goods, Barry guessed. were a blue
and-white plaid with thread Of
yellow. He put the piece of wooien
stuff in his pocketbook. Those bits
of woven thread might some day
hang a man.
Across the saddle they carried the
body of the soldier back to the
wagon. The temperature was fall
ing and the wind beginning to blow.
Roubideau shifted the air anxiously.
by Gar, she gettin' her back up
for howlin' hell. look like. Emile
he think better burn ze trail for Red
Wing"
"Righto, Roubideau," the officer as
scented promptly. THE sooner the
quicker. Tell Inspector Cairns I'm
headed for Scotty McDiarmid's old
cabin on Grow creek"
The guide demonstrated. Better
no back to the post with him till
the storm had spent itself.
Barry shook his head. He did not
explain that the motto of the scar
1et-and-gold is "Maintieu le droit."
None of the mounties ever turned
back from a pursuit as long as he
could stand and see.
They built fre and ate. From
che wagon the red coat took the
supplies no had brought and Roubi-
1dcau drove away.
Tha Are was under a cutbank.
(which protected somewhat from the
wind whistling down the coulee. The
might was bitter. A driving sleet
pelted and the cold searched to the
marrow Of the man huddled under
the ice-coated blankets. He slept
only by snatches.
Twice he rose to soothe his fret
Sul horse and to pile more wet cot-
tonwood limbs on the smoky. de-
dressed fire.
Evening star., 1923-08-05

TIER small. strong hands tugged
! i at the boots which clung stub
bornly to his feet. Slender she was,
but her slenderness encased poised
strength born. probably, of sun and
wind and the saddle.
There" she cried, radiant with tri-
umph and put the second boot safe
distance from the fire.
The black, dark-Iashed eyes that
met his were in striking contrast
with the thick, crisp brown hair and
the fair skin.
Barry had the blithe heart, one in
which a song could unexpectedly bub
BILE up. He felt the Tilt CT 1T now,
while he tried awkwardly to express
his thanks.
my names Donald Barry" he told
her by way of introduction.
Mines Celeste Nelson"
OF course, Celeste. the girl men
dreamed about while they mushed
through the SHOWS of the lone lands.
whose dark and flashing eyes they
saw in the long camp fires OF winter
nights. He had heard much of her.
for wherever men went in this thinly
settled country they carried tales of
Celeste Nelson. Her generosity, her
free and untamed spirit, the wiiful
temper of the girl-these were house
hold words. Her reputation was none
too good among the staid Scotch set
tiers te the south and west, for she
was Brill Sheridans half-sister. and
the rumor ran that she was to marry
Black Jack Wardlaw.
What was she doing here? Why
was this cabin. until few weeks ago
deserted, now roughly furnished for
living? A glance showed him mems
clothing and belongings scattered
about the room. but none Of those
which tell of a woman's presence.
His feet and hands began to tingle
with the pain Of returning circula-
ton. He took OFF his heavy fur coat
| saying the number flesh.
Sne stared at him, eyes dilated.
Her face was an open book, in which
he read resentment, anger, hatred,
and, beneath them all, a paralyzing
and immediate fear. The sight Of his
uniform had transformed her. She
was no longer an eager Samaritan
with no thought except to serve: a
crouched and wary enemy rather, one
of unknown potential danger. There
was about her fare of savagery
that carried back to the primitive.
What are you here for? What do
you want?" she asked.
I'm here on business" he said
quietly.
what businessT A pulse fiuttered
in her brown throat. Her deep eyes
searched him anxiously. suspiciously.
I'm paid to ask questions. not an
swer them" he said smiling at her.
what questions? I've nothing to
tell you"
The reason for her panic came to
him in a binding flash Of light. The
goods of the dress she wore had for
pattern g. blue and white plaid with
thread Of yellow. On the left-hand
side, near the bottom Of the skirt. a
small. v-shaped wedge had been torn
lout.
Evening star., 1923-08-05
LNuauM lMD.

ness" she cried.
From his pocketbook he took the
fragment of cloth found at the scene
of the murder. Quickly he stepped
forward. stopped. and fitted it to the
tear in the dress.
The girl furiously struck down his
hand.
Grim-eyed and hard, ne looked
steadily at his hostess. Her defiant
eyes fell sullenly.
Are you going to arrest me-" she
demanded.
What for?"
His curt counter-thrust disarmed