Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 4, 1921, Page 2

REX THEATRE SUNDAY Fame more than compensates the Jack of love.'@ So thought J3ne Gor- ing when she gave up the hopeless grind at home and left a failure of a husband and a little girl, to go on the stage. too, after she had achieved her tri- umph. nd then something happen- ed; something so unusual, so unex- pected that only by seeing Nazimova in ‘“Madame Peacock,” by Rita Wei-| 0 C i mian, .can it be properly understood jlowy dancers, will be seen in a series| and realized and really appreciated. Not a readymade twist of plot, but a development entirely, surely huma. and as startling as many of the earl-| ‘jer hig moments in this big picture. «9fadame Peacock” shows Sunday at the Rex theatre. “SKYFIRE" SHOWING AT THE REX THEATRE TODAY | The aurora borealis, which has hitherto defied successful photog- raphy, has heen woven into the plot of a photoplay which will be seen at the Rex theatre on Friday. The picture is called ‘‘Skyfire,” with Neal Hart, known as “Amer- ica's Pal,” for,its star., The scene is laid in the Canadian Northwest and the action is said to he rapid and thrilling. Neal Hart as Barr Conroy, a Northwest Mount- ed Police officer. The picture'is a very recent re- Jease, and the camera work by which the shimmering glow of the North- ern Lights is shown in the screen iw said to- mark an important step forward in motfon picture photog- raphy. The legends and traditions of the Chippewa tribe of Indians, based on the occasfonal appearance of the aurora in the northern skies, have been utilized as the underlying theme of the story. TOM MOORE IN HIS CLEVEREST COMEDY A unique theme is the basis of the jatest Goldwyn picture featuring Tom Moore entitled ‘“‘Hold Your Horses,"”” by Rupert Hughes. It comes to the Grand theater for two days, commencing Saturday. Here is the story: From the old country, Daniel Can- avan (Tom XMoore) came to New York and followed the calling of street cleaning. One day while on duty he was run down by a carriage occupied by Beatrice Newness, (.\‘a-l omi Childers) a awealthy society girl, and Rodney Cadbury, her swell switor, so what nerve Canavan did have was lost and he took a job with a blasting gang. A red flag was thrust in Canavan's hand and he was told to keep the traffic 'back—his first taste of authority and he “‘grew drunk” on it. He even went home and gave his quarrelsome wife a dose of ‘her own fistic medicine. © His growing aggressiveness at- tracted the attention of Jim James, political boss, and as'a pupil, Cana- van rose rapidly. It was in his new authority of political boss that be met the beautiful girl who had run over ‘-him. The subsequent happen- ings have been woven into one of the most delightfully stirring stories ever screened. * DOROTHY GISH IS A FLYING BRIDE Dorothy Gish is a high fiyer in more ways than ene in her new Paramount picture, “Flying Pat"”, coming to the Elko Theatre tonight and Saturday, matinee and evening. ‘The peppery comedienne has the role of an amateur aviatrix in a rollick- ing story of young married life. Miss Gish is Jane Van Nuys, who married Captain Bob Van Nuys, an aviator overseas. \When they return from their honeymoon ang Bob is settled down as an airplane manu- facturer, he insists that his wite pick a career for herself too. She decides to be a champion lady fiyer Bob. is too busy to teach her the game, but a Captain Endicott, his superintendent, is right on the job— reveral ways. There is an airplane accldent that causes o in a huff. Then follows some dis- illusioning adventures out in the cold,"cold world, while friend hus- tand searches frantically for her. ‘The climax is declared to be mirth- ful in the extreme, and, of course, brings about a reconciliation. James Renne, Miss Gish's leading man in a previous picture, fills a sim- ilar role in ‘Flying Pat' Kate Bruce and Morgan Wallace are also in the cast. Richard Jones, late of the Mack Sennett staff, directed. “CONRAD IN QUEST OF HIS YOUTH” AT ELKO SUNDAY Have you ever felt the corroding effects of time? Do you feel old at thirty-five or thereabouts? Have you lost your youth? If so, how are you to regain it? If vou don’'t know you should see Thomas Meighan in his h\t:‘m William DeMille Paramount wicture “Conrad in Quest of His Youth” which will be shown at the Elko theater nevt Sunday, Monday‘ and Tuesday. This will do more for you than any physician can do. The picture is delightful and not only does the hero again regain the state of being he seeks, but no spec- tator who is becoming old can view the picture without feeling younger. The recipe for vouth, as discovered by Conrad is not the fabled elixer, nor does it lie in physical cultur but in love. After vainly endeavor- ing to re-live his past romances, Con- rad falls in love and with the reali- zation that he is in love, comes the restoration of his youth. Margaret Loomis is leading wom- an_and Kathlyn Willlams, Sylvia | So thought Jane Goring, | domestic | crash also, with Jane leaving home FOUR ACTS VAUDEVILLE | AT GRAND TONIGHT ONLY, E. J. Appelby, the eminent banjo-| ist, has a treat for all music lovers| at Grand theatre tonight only, wheret | he opens tie regular four act vaude- ville show which is scheduled for the afternoon and evening programs. He| |is known as the “‘King of Banjoists,” | jand we see him playing two banjos, at the same time with as much east as he plays one. Thé Rica Duo, two graceful wil jof songs and dances fast and unique, among a wealth of beautiful settings. ;iThey also have a surprise at the finish of their turn. Auther James blackface comedians have an offering 'absolutely different from most. They ihave their own original idea jinal songs and patter. | The Columbia Comedy Trio, are all singers of merit and their act is com- |posed of several vocal solos, some | “A shocking Night" featuring the !two popular comedians, Lee Moran, land Eddie Lyons, will be the picture !offering for tomight only . | | British Royal Geographical Society Said to Be Contemplating Am- bitious Expedition. i —_— | Enormous interest has been aroused by the announcement that the Royal Geographical society contemplates fit- ting out an expedition to atterpt the uscent of Mount KEverest, in the Himalayas. For not only is this the highest mountain on the globe; but it { Is also the world's mystery mountain. ago, no Kuropean has yet succeeded in getting anywhere nearer than about | fifty miles to it, much less setting foot on its slopes, This is because It so happens that it is situated partly In Nepal and partly in Tibet, and the governments of both thesg countries object to the presence | of Buropean explorers. | Besides this the Nepal base of the | giant mountain iIs in any case prac- tically unapproachable, owing to the dense jungle growth, extending for a width of 60 or 70 miles all round, and into whose depths no white man may venture and live. The proposal now is to attempt the ascent from the Tibetan side. This Is | doubtless possible, ‘but whether the summit can be reached or not is an- other matter. Most experts say uot, and point to the fact that the duke of Abru: attempt to scale Mount Godwin-Aus- tin, Everest's mighty neighbor, and the second highest peak in the world, resulted in failure, y He ascended as far 24,600 feet, but was then obliged to turn back, owing to the difficulty of breathing, due to the extreme rarefaction of the air. Mount Everest is more than 20,000 feet high, Literature of the Czechs. Czechle literature has voluminous and impressive accomplishments to show, Take, for example, Bohemin's three great writers of the nineteenth volumes, Palacky wrote a work of 20,- 000 pages on Czechie history, and Dob- i ro ¥ wrote a grammar of Czechic. ["the most indefatigable writer, how- jever, was Javoslav Vrchlicky. He | translated Dan “Divine Comedy.” | Aviosto’s “Orlando Yurioso,” Calderon, | “Faust,” Walt Whitman, as well as | works from French, Hebrew, Yiddish | {and Chinese. No one knows low he I found the time to do it. Among the - leading Czech writers of the present, ilv‘runa Sramek, Toman Kodicek, the | Capek Drothers and Theer rank high. | —New York Evening P Only Fault They Don't Have, We have mowents of depression about our dear old ladies in the elec- i tric limousines, as they Number down the wrong side of the street and ne- gotiate the turns in their own Inde- pendent way, when we feel that all can conscientiously say for them fis that, so far as we know, they never drive when under the influence of liquor.—Ohio State Journal. Must Make Good. The laws of Italy are strict with regard to theaters and circuses. Ev- ery act or performance anuounced on the program must be given. Any great exaggeration by means of pic- | tures, intended to mislead the public, is punishable. For each infraction a fine is imposed. Before and After. “Before and after pictures.” said |an opera singer at a Philadelphia mu- | sical, ord some very striking con- tra This is especially true of be- fore and after pictures of arriagze. “A man sat with pipe and book and an $18 bottle of hooch before the radi- ator one night whike his wife turned a three-year-old dress “The man laid down his book and tossed off his fifth drink of hooch. His wife looked up at him calmly, and said: “‘George, when you proposed to me you said you were not worthy to undo the latchets of my shoes.” “George stared at her in amazement. ‘Ashton. Mabel Van Buren. Maym | elso. Bertram Johns, Charles Ogle | nd other popular players appear in the cast. !you were, you weren't a, liar. ““Well, what of it? Iw snarled. “‘Nothing,’ she answered: ‘only I, will say for you that whatever else | and Edpa Shaw,! ol } {southern negro aristocrisy, featuring! ithe southern dialect, and with orig-: talk and plenty of harmony singing. | TO CLIMB MOUNT EVEREST| Although it was discovered 70 years | century, Dobrovsky, Jungmaun and | of whom she nas no vecollection, isin 2 i ) % .. | the country, profecting the overthrow of Palaci Jungmann compiled a dic- | Pregident s, Very much Iin love i tionary of the Czech-language in five | With the girl, but believing that her af- fection has 'becn bestowed on Geary, { SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER TL—John Stuart Wah!ter,! | mining engineer, after cleaning up a fam | tune in Death 'Valley, Calif., boards a, train for the Iast. He betriends a young | lady annoyed by a masher, thoroughly | i trouncing the *‘pest.” i CHAPTER II.—At Denver Webster r ceives a letter from Billy Geary, his clos- | est triend. Geary urges him 1o come to| Sobranle, " Central America, to finance end develop a minlng claim, He decides | 0 go. { CHAPTER IIT. = Dolores Ruer, the | young woman Webster betriended, and | | 'Who Tias made a deep impression on him, i @s he has on her, is also on the way 16 Sobrante. CHAPTER 1V.—At Buenaventura, capl- tal of Sobrante, Billy Geary, ill and pen- niless, 13 llving ‘on the charity of “Mother Jenks,” Keeper of a dramshop. She re- | ceives a cablegram from DLolores, telling | | of her coming. CHAPTER V.—Dolores’ father, Ricardo | Ruey, president of SobLrante, had been | killed iu a revolution led by ‘Sarros, the | present executive. Dolores, w child uf €lght, was smuggled out of the country by \oth Jenks und supported by her o the United States. The old womun, ashamed of her occupation and habits of llfe, fears to meet Dolores, and sends Geary to the boat to say she has gone to the United States, CHAPTER VI.—Webster, on his way to Sobrante, is taken ill on the tram, and 13 in a hospital at New Orleans two weeks, (Geary bungles his mission, Dolo- res eusily seeing through his story. She preets Mother Jenks as her friend and benefactor. Geary falls desperately in love with the girl, | CHAPTER VIL.—At New Orleans, while waliting for the steamer to Buenaventura, Webster saves the life of a young man Who 15 attacked by two assassins. The youth leaves Webster without disclosing bis_identity. EI VIIL—On the steamer Web- | ster finds his stateboom occupied by a ' stranger who declares his Intention of belng his guest to Buenaventura. At firs angered, Webster and the stranger, after somewhat forcible argument, reich un | amicable agreement, Webster recognizes bim as the youth wliose life he had saved | he day before, though the other does hot know Webster. 2 CHAPTER IX.—Arriving at Sobrante, | Geary welcomes Webster and s instri nental jn helping his friend's “guest” shore. The latter is known to Webster a8 “Andrew Bowers.” Geary hoi i nt Mother Jenks'. Webster gets that Geary and Dolores ure with the intention of giving chance he smilingly contradicts the girl’s statement that they have met before. CHAPTER X.— Webster recelves a warnjng conveyed by *“Don Juan Cafe- tero,” veally John J. Cafferty, Irishman | of good qualities fallen through’ overindul- kence in liquor, that there is a plot to assassinate him. Webster makes a firm [rlend of Cafferty. Later, the American s insulted by a ‘Sobrantean army officer and publicly” ridicules him. A challenge to a duel is accepted under such stern | conditions that the Sobranteans with- | draw 1t | CHAPTER XI.—Webster secretly visits “Andrew Bowers"” at Mother Jenks'. He learns that “Bowers” is Ricardo Ruey. Kon of the assassinated president, brother of Dolores (whom he believes dead), and that a revolution is contemplated. Next morning he tells Dolores that her brother, | Webster leaves (o investigate the mine which he has come to finance. ‘} (Continued From Last Issue) | She was very serious now, for by her meddling she had, she realized, so ar- i ranged matters that at a time when | John Stuart Webster's very life de- pended upon his immediate departure from Buenaventura, he was planning to stay and face the music, just to be obstinate. “You must reconsider your decision to remain In this couatry,” she Insisted. “Your life may be the price of liberty of action, you know. | Isn't Billy capable of developiag the mine after you advance the cash?” i “I wouldn't advance him a cent for {his mine until I had investigated it | myself.” | “Then you should make some ar- rangements to safeguard yourself ! | while making the Investigation, and | leave Sobrante immediately thereafter. Isn't that a seasible proposition?” “Very—it 1 felt like leaving So- | brante. But I do not. If that mlnlng| ! concession is a potential winner, I'll have to stick around and make a win- jner out of it before I go away and leave Bill in charge. Besides, I'm wor~ ried about Bill. He's full of malarial | fever, and last aight I got thinking ; | about him and decided to send him back to the Colorado mountains for a | few months. 1 want some regular doc- | tors to work on Bill so he'll be fit when [ he gets back on the job.” | As a matter of fact, this Idea of send- ing Billy to the United States had but | that moment occurred to Jack Web- ‘su-r; he reflected now that this plan was little short of an inspiration. It | would give Billy and Dolores an op- | portunity to marry gnd have a honey- | moon; it would leave him free of her | disturbing presence, and enable him to [teave Sobrante when the Gearys should . return, He resolved to speak to Billy about ft. Dolores® voice broke in upon his cun- 'nlng reflections. “But Billy tells me you already have a fortune sufficient for the needs of a caliph without a | court. Why risk your precious life to \ acquire more? Money isn’'t everything "in life.” D, but the game 18.” “What game? Mining?” “The game of life.” “But this 1s the game of death.” | “Which makes life all the sweeter ! 4y Pefer B.Kyne Author of k“Capp,Y . Ricks,” “The Valley » of the Giants,” Etc. | ture was vitally necessary. | zona." if 1 canbeat the.game. Perhaps I can better fllustrate my point of view with | a etory. Some years ago I was sent | to Arizona to examine a mining prop- erty and report upon it; if I advised its purchase, my principals were pre- pared to buy at my valuation. Well, when I arrived, I found a miserable shanty close to a shaft and dump, and in the shapty I found a weather-beat- en couple. The wowman was probably ¢ forty but looked fifty, The man had never been anything but a hard-rock miner—8$4 a day had been the limit of his carnings in any one day until he stumbled ol some float, traced it up, and located the claims’I was there to examine and try to buy. “His wife had been a miner’s daugh- ter, knowing nothing but drudgery and poverty and continuing that existence after marriage. For 20 years she had Leen darning her husband’s socks, washing his clothes, and cooking his meals. Even after they uncovered the ledge, it wasn’t worth any more than the country rock to themn unless they could sell it, because the man had néither the money nor the ability to develop it himself. He even lacked| the ability to sell it, because it re-| quires real ability to unload any kind of a mine for $1,000000, and real' nerve on the part of the man who, buys. I examined the mine, declded| it was cheap at $1,000,000, and so re-| ported to my principals. They wired me to close, and so I took a G0-day option in order to verify the title. “Well, time passed, and one bright day I rode up to that shanty with a deed and a certified check for $1,000,- 000 in my pocket; whereupon I dis-| covered the woman had had a change' of heart and bucked over the traces.| No, siree! She would not sign thet| there deed—and fnasmuch as the claim | was community property, her signa-| She asked | me so many questlons, however, as to| the size of the stamp mill we would install and how many miners would be employed on the job, that finally I| saw the lght and trged a shot in the dark, “My dear Mrs. Skaggs,” I sald, “if you'll sign this deed and save us| all a lot of litigatlon over this option you and your husband have given me, T'll do something handsome. I will— on my word of honor—T'll give you the exclusive boarding house privilege at this mine.” “And what did she say, Caliph?" “She said: ‘Give me the pen, Mr. ‘Webster, and please excuse my hand- writing; I'm that nervous in business | matters.’” % Dolores® sllvery laughter rippled! through the room. “But I don’t see the point,” she protested. “We will come to it presently. 1 was merely explaining one person’s point of view. You would not, of course, expect me to have the same point of view as Mrs. Skaggs of Ari- “Certalnly not.” “All right! Listen to this! In 1907, at the helght of the boom times in Goldfield, Nev., I was worth $1,000,000. On the fizst day of October I could have cashed fn my mining stocks for §1,000,000—and I had a lot of cash in bank, too. But I'd always worked so| hard and been poor so long that my | wealth didn’t ‘mean anything to me. | I wanted the exclusive privilege of more slavery, and so I staked a copper | prospect, which later I discovered to' consist of uncounted acres of country rock and about $25 worth of copperi stain. In order to save $100 I did my | own assessment work, drove a pick ffito my foot, developed blood poison, ' went to the hospital, and was nice and helpless when the panic came along the middle of the month. The bank went bust, and my ready cash went: with it: T couldn't give my mining stocks away. Everybody knew I was a pauper—everybody but the doctor. e persisted in regarding me as a m lionalre and sent me a bill for $5.000.” “ITow perfectly outrageous! \Why, Caliph, I would have let him sue me.” “I would have, too—but I didn't. 1/ induced him to settle for $100,000 shares of stock in my copper prospect.; The par value was $§1 a share, and I was going to sell a block at 10 cents, but in view of his high professional | standing I let him have it for a nickel| a share. I lmagine he still has it. 1/ bought back later all the other stock | I sold, because the property was worthless, and in order to be a sport 1 offered him $500 for his block, but he thought I was trying to stvindle: him and asked §5,000. “Oh, Caliph!” “Wonderful game, fsn't {t—this, game »f life. So sweet when a fel- low’s taking chances! Now that I am | fairly prosperous again, the only thing in life that really matters is the un-| certainty as to whether, when finally T do leave Sobrante, T shall ride to | the steamship landing fn a hack or a| hearse.” “But you could go In a hack this| morning and avoid that uncertainty.” “The millionaire drudge I told you! of could have gone to live in a pretty! villa en the Riviera, but she chose ai miner’s boarding house.”™ “Then why,” she persisted, “did you leave the Unlted States with the/firm intention of remaining in Sobrante in- definitely, change your mind before you were here elght hours, and cable this Neddy Jerome person you would return in 60 or 90 days—and the fol- lowing woraning decide to remain, aft- er alll” “My dear young lady, If I changed my clothes as often as I change my mind, the what-you-may-call-'em chaps that manufacture a certain grand of clothes couldn’t keep me-dressed.” “But why?” .’ “That,” he answered gravely, “Is a secret.” “Women delight-to pry into men’s secrets.” 3 “I" khow 1t. " Flad a frlend once— married. " Every night after dinner be used to sit and stare into the fire and bhis wife used to ask him what he was thinking about. He would look up at her owlishly and tell her it was Some- | thing he. couldn’t explain to her, be- cause she'd never understand it—aend that was all he would tell her, al- though right frequently, I dare say, he felt like telling her some things she could understand? She brooded over his secret until she couldn’t stand it any more, and one day she packed | her duds and flew home to mother. He let her stay there three months, and finally one day he sent her a blue print of what he'd been thinking about.” “What was it?” “An internal-combustion engine. You see, until she left him, he'd never Leen able to get set to figure out something in connection with the inlet valves—" “Stop right there, Caliph. I'm re- buked. Yl let yom get set to think—" “l didn’t mean that. You let me get set yesterday—and I figured it all out then—and last night—and a min- ute ago. I don’t care to do any more thinking today. Please talk to me.” “And you refuse to tell me why you i cabled your friend, Jerome?” “You will never know. I told you it's a secret.” “Bet you I find out.” ! “How much? pect to make from the flour-gold in your black-sand clalm? And, by the way, §10, please. I won it for guess- ing you were interested in a mining | proposition.” She returned to him the bill she had won from him the day before, “Ten thousand dollars suits me. Of course, I haven’t got the money just now, and this is what Billy calls a finger bet, but if I lose, I guarantee to pay. Are we betting even money? I think that is scarcely fair. Under the circum- stances I should be entitled to odds.” “Nothing doing! No odds on a bet of this nature to a seeress who has al- ready jarred me from soul to vermi- form appendix by making good! You. know (oo blamed much already, and how you discovered it i3 a problem ‘That $10,000 you ex-! governiment. A far more artis nd | effective way of raising hell with you has been suggested to this higher-up individual, and he has accepted it. In- deed, the plan pleased him so much that he laughed quite heartily, Real- ly, it is quite diabolical, but remem- ber, he who laughs last laughs best— and I'm’ the villain in this sketch. “Barring accidents, my dear Web- ster, you are good for at least six weeks of existence. Beyond that I dare not guarantee you. “Thine, “ANDREW BOWERS.” “That makes it nice,” the recipient of this comforting communication so- liloquized. He went up to his reom, packed a dufile bag with such belong- ings as he would find necessary dur- ing a prolonged stay in the mountains, and at luncheon was fortunate enough to find Dolores in the, dining. reom when he entered. “I'm going up to San Miguel de Pad- { ua this afternoon,” he announced as he took his seat, A look of extreme anxiety clouded her lovely face, and he noticed it. “Oh, there’s no risk,” he hastened to assure her. “That scamp of a brother of yours, through his friends in high places, has man- aged to get me a reprieve.” He hang- ed her Ricardo's letter. She looked up, much relieved, from “And how long do you expect to be gone, Caliph?” “Quite a while. Il be busy around that dratted concession for a couple of weeks, surveying and assaying and what-all; then, while waiting for our machinery and supplies to arrive from the United States, I shall devote my spare time to hunting and fishing and reforming Don Juan Cafetero. The cool hills for mine.” “What a selfish, unsociable pro- gram!” she reflected, “I wonder it it will occur to him to come down here once in a while and take me for a drive on the Malecon and talk to me to keep me from -dying of ennui before I meet Ricardo, I'll wait and see if he suggests it.” However, for reasons best known to himself and the reader, Mr. Webster | made no such interesting suggestion; | so she decided that while he was tre- mendously nice, he was, nevertheless, a very queer man and thoroughly ex- asperating. Just before the train pulled out | John Stuart Webster took Dolores’ | hand. “Good-by, Seeress,” he said very soberly. “The trail forks here | for the first time—pgssibly the last, | although I'll try to be on hand to | make good on my prgmise to present | you to your brother'the day he oc- | cupies the palace. However, if I | shouldn’t be in town that day, just | | go up and Introduce yourself to him. It’s been wonderful to have met you and known you, even for such a brief | period. I shall never forget you and the remarkable 24 hours just passed.” “I shall \not soon forget them my- self, Caliph—nor you,” she added. “Haven’t you been & busy little cup her perusal. that may drive me crazy yet.” After breakfast they repaired to the veranda to await the reslt of Web- | ster’s experiment with Don Juan Cafe- | tero. Sure enough, the wreck had again returned, he was seated on the edge of the veranda waiting for them; as they approached, he held up a grimy, quiv- ering hand, in the palm of which lay —a five-dollar gold piece. “What?” Mr. Webster sald, amazed. 'Still unchanged!” “I thried to change Jt at half a dozen cantinas,” Don Juan wheezed, “but | divil a bit av systim did any av thim have. Wan offered this in spiggoty money an’ the other offered that, an’ sure if I'd taken the best that was offered me in exchange, ye might have t'ought I'd tuk more nor wan dhrink,” “Bravo! Three long, loud, raucous cheers for Don Juan Cafetero!” Do- lores cried. “Was it a terrible task to come back without a driak, Don Juan?” He shivered. “A shky-blue kangaroo wit’ a pink tail an’ green ears chased me into this patio, ma’am.” -“You're very brave, Cafferty. Ilow does it fecl to win back your self- respect?” Webster asked him. “Beggin’ the young leddy’s pardon —Iit feels like hell, sor.” “Calipk, don’t be cruel,” Dolores pleaded. “Call a waiter and give Don Juan what you promised him.” So Webster went into the hotel bar and returned presently with a bottle of brandy and a glass, which he filled and held out toward Don Juan. “One of the paradoxes of existence, Don Juan,” he observed, “lles in the fact that so many of the things in life that are good for us are bad for us. This Jolt will disperse the menagerie and quiet your nerves, but nevertheless it is a nail in your coffin.” Webster, accompanied by his pro- tege, strolled uptown on a shopping tour. Here he outfitted Don Juan neatly but not gaudily and added to his own personal effects two high- power sporting rifles, three large-cal- | iber automatic pistols, and a plen- | tiful supply of ammunition—after which he returned to the hotel, first | having conducted Don Juan to a bar- ber shop and given him instructions to report for orders and his mid-day | drink the instant he should have ac- quired the outward evidences of re- spectability. At the hotel Webster found two messages awaitlng him. One was from Billy Geary, up at San Miguel de Pad- ua, advising him that everything was in readiness for a trip to the mine; the other was a mnote from Ricardo Ruey, but signed with his alias of Andrew Bowers. Webster read: “Dear Friend: “A certain higher-up has been con- vinced that it would be extremely in- advisable to eliminate you now. It has been pointed out to this person that you are a prom. cit. up in your neck of the woods and gangerous to monkey with—personally ‘and because such monkeying may lead to unpleas- ant complications \\'ithiyour_‘pa(cmull of tea, Caliph! Within 24 hours after landing, you have changed your mind | | three times, lost the best job in the world, had your fortune told, been marked for slaughter, acquired a new- . found friend and commenced actively | and with extraordinarily good results the work of reforming him, soused a gentleman in the fountain, spurned another with the tip of your boot, rode with me around the Malecon and listened to the band concert, bundled poor Billy off to San Miguel de Pad- ua, discovered my brother presumed ! to be dead, and received a l'exn-leve1 from your enemies, while they per- fect new plans for destroying you. Really, you are quite a caliph.” “Ob, there’s a dash of speed in the old horse yet, Miss Ruey,” he assured her laughingly. “Now listen; don't tell anybody about your brother, and don’t tell Billy about my' adventures since he left for San Miguel de Padua.” “But I'm not liable to see Billy- gl “Yes, you are—extremely liable. I'm going to send him back to you as soon as I can spare him, because I know you'll be lonesome and bored to death in this lonesome town, and Bill s bully good company. And I don’t want you to tell him about the mess I'm | in, because it would only worry him; he can’t ald me, and the knowledge that I was in any danger, real or fancled, would be sufficilent to cause him to rebel against my plans for his honeym—for his vacation. He'd In- ‘sist on sticking around to protect me.” He looked down at her little band | where it rested in his, so big and brown and hard; with his free hand he patted her hand paternally, “Good- | by, Seeress,” he said again; and turn- | fng to the steps, he leaped aboard ! Just as the train started to move out of the station. “Goo—good-by—Caliph,” she called mournfully. Then to herself: “Bless his heart, he did remember I'd be | terribly lonely, after all. He isn't a bit queer, but oh, dear, he 13 so ex- asperating. I could bump his kind | old head against a walll” She turned her back on the train, fearful that from where he clung on the steps he | ! could, even at that distance, see the sudden rush of tears that blinded ber. | Hovwever, Don Juan Cafetero, with his | rubicund nose to the window of the | last coach, did see them—saw her grope toward the carriage waiting to take her back to the hotel. | “Why, shure, the poor darlint’s cry- | n",” he reflected. - “Be the Great Gun l an Athlone! Shure I t'ought all along *twas Billy Geary she had her eye on —God love him! An’ be the same token, didn’t she tell me I was to shtay sober an’ take care av Mishter Webster. Hah-hah-a-a! Welll ' I'll say nothin’ an’ I'll be neuthral, but— but—but—" From which it may be Inferred that romance was not yet burned out of Don Juan's Gaelic soul. He would be “neuthral,” served the right to butt inl won’t explode. How dld you leave Dolores?” CHAPTER Xil. Arrived at San Miguel de Padua about midnight, Webster found the climate temperate, fn fact, decidedly cool. Billy was waiting for them and was properly amazed, but not scan- dalized when Don Juan Cafetero, abusing the station hands in a horrl- ble hodgepodge of English and Span- ish, superintended the landing :0f the baggage on the platform. ' “I had to bring him with me,” Web- ster explained. “I'm going to wean him, and after that baby quits cry- ing for his bottle, believe me, Bill, we'll have the prince of a foreman for our mine. Quite a character, is Don Juan, when you 'dig down into him.” “Dig far enough into that ruin and you'll find fire crackers,” Billy admit- ted. “However, John, I'm afrfid he The powder's damp. “Fit as a fiddle, Bill.” “How does she stack up on better acquaintance, Johnny?” “She's a skookum lass, She sent her love and I promised to send you back to her P. D. Q. So don’t bother me with talk about her. Youll see her agaln In a week or ten days, I hope.” ' “No? Is that so, Johnny? Bully Tell for .you, you old wampus cat. Don Juan to steer you over to the Globo de Oro. He knows the place. I've got to go and hire a mule or some other quadruped for Don Juan if we're:-to avold a late start in the morning. Good night, old fellow.” They were up at daybreak, and with three heavily laden pack mules in charge of two semi-naked mozos, while the cook jogged comfortably along on his big splay feet in the rear, they set out for Billy’s concession. For 30 mlles they followed the high- way, and then debouched to the south- west along a neglected road just wide enough to accommodate the:clumsy ox carts of the peons. The country was sparsely settled and evidently giv- en over to stock raising. Darkness had descended on the val- ley by the time they bad pitched camp at the claim. They were up at dawn the following morning, however, and immediately after breakfast Jack Webster went to his duffle bag and brought forth a dozen little canvas sacks. and a prospector’s hammer. “Now then, William, my son,” he an- nounced, “light the lantern and we’ll see if you've forgotten all I taught you about mining.” They clambered up the dump to a point where two light steel rails pro- Jected over the edge. On top of the dump, lying beside the rails, were two small, rusty, steel ore cars; the rails led from the edge of the dump to the mouth of a tunnel in the hillside and disappeared therein, X Webster stood a moment, looking around him. “How did you happen to locate this ledge?” he demanded. “Was it grass root stuff, with an out- cropping here at the foot of the hill? No, of course, it wash't. You haven’t enough ore on the dump. devil were you driving at?” “Only a small portion of that dump is mine, Jack, and I didn’t locate the zround originally. I came into'this valley from the south, and as I worked up the range, I found a bald spot close to the top of the hill, and a gal- lows frame over an abandoned shaft. Naturally, I went down the shaft to see why it had been abandoned. To my surprise, I found a 12-foot vein of free-milling ore, on a contact be- tween andesite and Silurian limestone. The ledge steod straight up.and down, which seemed to argue great depth.” “Somebody had found an outcrop- ping on top of that hill,” Webster de- clared with conviction, “and sunk a shaft on the vein to open it up and de- termine its width and direction. And what did you do, Bill?” “] got my transit and ran a line from the shaft on the hill, following the direction in which fhe ledge was running, and marked out the exact point toward the base of the hill where I would start my tuhnel to cut the ledge. To my surprise, I discovered my predecessor had sclected that identical spot. So I verified my cal- | culations and then sat down to think it over. I remembered that frequent and violent earthquakes occur in this country, and it seemed to me a rea- sonable hypothesis to blame some an- cient and particularly violent seismic disturbance, which had faulted the veln and set it over a comsiderable distance. According to my calcula- tion, that other man should have cut the vein at 83 feet—yet he had gone on 102 before quitting. So I got half a dozen peons and drove ahead 19 feet on the other fellow’s tunnel; and by Heck, Johnny, I cut the veinl” “Bully boy! And then?” “] drifted ten feet ou the veln, and the ore suddenly gave out. It stopped . just like that, proving I'd come to the upper end of the vein where it bad faulted; so I just worked up -and around, stopeing and sinking a winze here and there, until just about the time my cash reserve was getting pret- ty low I picked up the true vein and opened It up for the full width. Come in, and I'll show you.” (Continued in Next lssue) |WOMEN LEAD HUBBARD COUNTY POULTRY GROWERS Women have taken the lead in cr- ganizing the poultry growers of Hub- bard county and there is not a chance |in the world that they wiil fail. Mrs. ,Roy Livingston of Park Rapids is president and Mrs. E. V. Ripley of the same place is secretary of the new Hubbard County Poultry association. Now just watch it grow. The associ- ation will give its first show this | month. but—but—but—he re |THE PIONEER WANT ADS BRING RESULTS What the -