The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-03-02

nave stuLnpeu tHtm us SOWDOyo Wilt
ont the buckled sombreros the col
ored scarfs the high-topped, high
heeled boots with great silver-roweled
spurs.
He satisfied his hunger In a restau-
rant adjoining, and as he stepped
back into the saloon man wearing
military cape jostled him. Apollo
gies from both were instant. Gale was
moving on when the other stopped
short as II startled, and, leaning for
ward, exclaimed:
"Dick Caller II this isn't great
Don't you know meT
1--WE heard your voice somewhere"
replied Gale maybe I'll recognize
you If you came out from under that
bonnet"
For answer the man, suddenly mani
Testing thought of himself, hurriedly
drew Gale into the restaurant, where
he thrust back his hat TO disclose
handsome, sunburned face.
George ThOrne! So help me-"
"'S-s-ssh. You needn't YELL" inter-
rupted the other. as he met Gales
outstretched hand. There was Close
hard, straining grip. 81 must not be
recognized here. There are reasons.
I'll explain in a minute. Say, but It's
fine to see you Five years. Dick, five
years since saw you run down Uni
versity field and spread-eagle the
whole Wisconsin football team
Don't recollect that replied Dick
Ia T'.a
gladder to see you than you are to
see me. 1t seems so long You went
into the army, didn't your"
81 did. I'm here now with the
Ninth cavalry. But-never mind me.
What're you doing way down here?"
"On the square, George, don't
know any more why I'm here, than
| than you know"
"Well, that beats mew calculated
Thorne, sitting back In his chair.
| amaze and concern in his expression.
"What the devils wrong? Your old
| mans got too much money for you
ever TO be up against 1t. Dick, you
| couldn't have gone to the bad"
A tide of emotion surged over Gale.
IlOW SObu IL WIS lO meet lTltHu-
someone to whom to talk He had
never appreciated his loneliness until
| that moment.
George, how I ever drifted down
here / don't know. / didn't exactly
| quarrel with the governor. But
d-n 1T, Dad hurt me-shamed me,
and dug out for the West. 1t was
this way. After leaving college I tried
to please him by tackling one thing
after another that he set me to do.
| On the square, / had no head for
| business / made a mess Of every
thing. The governor got sore. When
/ quit-when I told him straight out
that / was going west to fare for my
self, why, Il wouldn't have been so
tough If he hadn't laughed at me- He
said couldn't earn dollar-that I'd
starve out west, and couldn't get back
home unless sent to him for money.
He said he didn't believe could
fight-couId really make a fight for
anything under the sun. Oh-he-he
shot It into me all right"
Dick dropped his head upon his
/
smarting dlmness in his eyes.
Eight" cried Thorne, hotly.
whats aillng him1 Didn't they call
you Biff Gale in college? Dick, you
were one of the best men Stagg ever
developed"
"The governor didn't count foot
ball." said Dick. "He didn't mean that
kind of a fight. When l left home 1
don't think had an Idea what was
wrong Of me. But, George, l think
know now. I was a rich mans SON
spoiled, dependent, absolutely igno-
rant Of the value of money. haven't
yet discovered any earning capacity In
me. l seem to be unable to do any
thing with my hafds. That's the
trouble. But I'm at the end of my
tether now. And I'm going to punch
cattle or be a miner, or do some real
stunt-like joining the rebels"
"Aha! i thought you'd spring that
last one on me-" declared Thorne,
wagging his head. "well, you just
forget 1t. Say, old boy. there's some
thing doing In Mexico. The United
States In general doesn't realize It..
But across that line there are crazy
revolutionists. ill-pald soldiers, guer-
rilla leaders, raiders, robbers, outlaws,
bandits galore, starving poems by the
thousand, girls and women In terror.
Mexico Is like some Of her volcanoes
ready to erupt fire and hell Don't
make the awful mistake Of joining the
rebel forces. II you didn't starve or
get shot In ambush, or die Of thirst.
some .Greaser would knife you In the
back for your belt buckle or boots.
There are good many Americans
with the rebels eastward toward Aqua
Prieta and Juarez. Or6kco is operat-
Ing in chihuahua. ands1 guess he has
some idea Of warfare. But this Is so.
nora, mountainous desert the home
Of the slave and the Yaqui. There's
unorganized revolt everywhere. Were
patrollIng the boundary line. We're
making grand bluff. could tell you
OF a dozen Instances where cavalry
should have pursued raiders on the
other side of the line. But we won't
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