San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-02

lake to that point; Mr.. Chandler and
l will ride around. Kenneth can rs-
sort you in the boat, with your
clothes"
"Roderick Client, the human polar
bear, is now to perform" Kenneth
chanted like q circus ringmasters
'Scoot, Sis"
Client took the water with high.
speed trudgeon-crawl stroke, Kenneth
served as a convoy and life-guard in
the boat, whooping merrily. The dis.s
lance meant nothing TO Client, tor th6
had competed in water marathons! 10
his surprise, lie found that the watcr
was not cold enough to sap big
strength, and he changed to a Slow
easy breast-stroke that brought him
to the chosen landing-place unfa-
tigued.
\ fire was blazing on the shore, but
Coiumbine and Chandler were gone.
Spiked on twig Of pine beside the
blaze was note for Client, which
| read:
Good boy. 1 was sure you could
make it. wouldn't have let you start
| if l hadn't known that the lake was
fed by warm springs. See what nice
| fire ! built for you to toast yourself
by; Mr.; Chandler was so pleased t.
gather the wood. Z.
P.S. Follow us up Deerskin Canyon
| hope for some fun. Kenneth knows
| the way. We will ride slow.
Client showed the note to Kenneth 3
ISIS has something up her sleeve,
he said after studying it. well row
back, get the horses and follow. Wells
l guess Chandler will have to admit
you're champion in water-sports ana
pastimes. Say, how did you get that
scar on your shoulder"
where do you think / was few
years ago." asked Client as he pulled
on his shirt.
Kenneth reflected, ARMY"
Client nodded. "Argonne.- ~
Kenneth broke into . cheer.
This will be a great laugh on dad
and Chandler. That accounts for your
lucky shot at the coyote, I'm think
ing"
"Yes, I had a sharpshooter's medal
And the cough that worried Chandler
is souvenir of boche gas"
Corporal Client, the pacifist sniper,
, salute you. :" Kenneth gloated. Are
you ready, sergeant? Let's CO."
Deep in forested canyon. about an
our later. they heard two shots, not
far ahead.
chandler has ported the demon
buck, l fear," said Kenneth.
He gave a cowboys yell. which re-
ceived a faint and apparently femin-
inc answer.
"That's Sis. Something's doing"
A little farther on, they could hear
laughter, long and unrestrained.
isis is in Mysteries" Kenneth sug-
gested hippantly.
When they caught sight of her, she
seemed to be doing a war-dance.
Come on! Quick," she called out.
"See what Chandler has killed.
Kenneth. looked, and also started to
laugh. He threw himself off his
horse, and howled with a madman's
glee.
Have you both lost your minds:'
Client demanded.
Look at Chandler sursled Ken.
meth.
Client glanced at his rival. who
stood in morose silence, rifle in hand.
beside something that looked big
enough to be a dead steer. e..
He has killed Dads bull elk" ex.
planned Columbine weakly.
HE has slain the sacred bull
Kenneth chimed in. "Shun him. He
is anathema!" 4
1t was indeed, a magnificent elk !
nobly antlered.
Then Co!umbine and Kenneth be-
gan. in strophe and antistrophe,
Father paid swo-- thousand dollars
for that bull elk"
at was the elk of all elks, destined
to perpetunte his speciesi"
The sacred bull bore a charmed
lifclr
mo one was allowed to harm that
elk"
"All the guides had extra-specih
orders TO keep hunters away
They kept up this sort Of thing until
Mr.. Chandler walked over to his horse
and rode off toward the trail.
Better follow him, Kenneth sug-
gested Columbine. He may not be
able TO find tho way back to camp
and he's not speaking TO me just nov.
Mr.. Client and will come along when
l have recovered"
Kenneth mounted briskly.
III comfort him." he remarked
an ask him if he doesn't want To-
bring the head into camp as a soa-
yenir-Adios, AMIGOS"
Client merely smiled in a beatifie
way and was silent. Finally he turned
to Columbine aud said tenderly:
'"You little fiend.'
AYES, Columbine did it," she replied,
"Columbine did it with her little
Ratchet. She cannot tell lie. She
led Mr.. Chandler up to the sacred
bull. and never warned him.
at was hard on the elk. Why did
you do it,"
Because he was so mean to you
| about shooting that doe. Because dad
seems to be bent on my marrying
him. and he bores me TO death. Be
cause Mr.. Chandler is-oh, well. !
must not be catty."
"And what am II"
"You are-just you"
He told her very gravely what she
was to him, and she listened with
| happiness in her eyes.
After long time they arose to take
| the home trail. but she stopped before
/ she reached her horse and went back
| to the glade where the elk had fallen
She stroked the bulls cold, hairy,
muzzle lightly and whispered:
Poor old thing. Please forgive
me-" She turned to Client.
ave won't tell Father right away
Wen wait until prepare him for y
BY asking him 10 set YOU appointed
head of the English Department az
the State University. He's on tns
/ board of trustees.
Angus wedding present 10 his
daughter was OF small value but great