Evening Star Newspaper, March 22, 1935, Page 36

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FRIDAY, MARCH 22, 1935. the dead setting of that face, scan- ning him, probing at him. “You have a name, senor?” asked Juan-Silva. “Several,” said the Kid, smiling. “Some people call me Arizona, and some call me Montana. And some simply call me El Keed. That is, south, here, in Mexico.” He wondered, vaguely, if the knowl- edge of that name had penetrated as| far as the Valley of the Dead, even? The death's-head who faced him showed no sign of recognition, but 50 that he always seemed to be out of breath, or in a passion. “Ten thousand pesos?” said Juan- Stlva. “Well, that is money, too!” He rubbed his lean hands together, and Montana heard the chafing of the dry skin. “But 10,000 pesos— why, my friend? Is this a great man- killer and robber? This gringo? But is he really & gringo?” “I am an American,” admitted the Kid. “I have known a few,” said the money can close most mouths, even a little of it. Juan-Silva was saying: “Have we visitors? Have we really visitors at last? What do you mean, my friends, by tying up their hands and hobbling their feet? Is that treatment for a guest?” The skeleton-headed captain of the stood in the center of the val-| of a shallow run of water whose swift | guard—compareda with Juan-Silva, he ley. One for the women, said | ripples threw upward a continual play | looked like a young man—answered: a guard, and another for the| of reflected light on the face of the| “They came into the valley, senor, “Have you killed some of the brave rurales?” he asked. “I have,” said Montana. “Ha! And you boast of it?” Suddenly Montana felt that it would be far wiser @ tell most of the truth to this terrible old man. Therefore, he broke out, speaking truth from the bottom of his heart. “I never saw a rurale I would not have put bullets through, if I could!” “Ah,” said Juan-Silva. “That's the truth of it, is it>” He began to nod his head, wagging it far up and down. As last he said: “I, also. I never have it impossible to wheel her on the sun porch for her fresh-air “bath.” Doctors sald Alyce was very much’ better. CRYSTAL CLuUB Sopa WHITE HOUSE NOTE THRILL FOR ALYCE President’s Wife Expresses Hope Girl Soon Will Recover From Operation. CHAPTER XXXVL JUAN-SILVA. ing of the brightest old Mexican featherwork. He was cross-legged, like an Indian, on a mat of woven TWO square-shouldered buildings| dyed grass, and he sat at the verge| By the Associated Press. men. “But there are hundreds in here— and how can they be crowded into| places of that size?” asked Montana. “By sleeping them in tiers five high,” grinned the guard, “and where | there isn't room stand.” to lie down, they The thing spread itself in a grisly | pieture before the eyes of Montana— the thick of the gloom lighted by one or two dull lamps, and the groan-| ing of the sick and the despairing, | and the horrible steam and stench of close-packed humanity. But somewhere within the walls of this valley was Maeto Rubriz haps his chains were jangling in one of the nearby rows of hoers as he drove the blade of his hoe inches deeper than the rest. And the thought Per- | despot of the Valley of the Dead. He wore, like the lowest of his labor- | ers, only a loin cloth, so that Montana could see the withered limbs and the sagging paunch of an old man of 80, at least. His head was bald as an egg. It was strangel; shaped, with n dividing crease in the center be- tween the big front and back lobes. Fggm his face the spare flesh had beer’ melted away by time, but the skin had not shrunk to a tight fit. Over the jowls, beside the mouth and hanging under the chin, were almost | | rigid folds of the old, tough hide. | He had once been a tall man with wide shoulders and still he was not bowed, but the years had turned him. into a mummy. ~ And, as in a mummy of & young man, his sunken cheeks were drawn out lean and hard be- and so we brought them here safely. Francisco and Felipe, who went out to bring in the new gang of prisoners, have killed each other at the mouth of the valley—and these two say that they’'ve come to take up the roem that Francisco and Felipe have left.” It was a clear enough statement. Juan-Silva pondered it for a moment. Then he said: “Take the friar into my own room and leave him there. Untie the ropes. Let him be free. Only watch—in case he should need anything. T am glad that the church is smiling on the Valley of the Dead. But this other one, he is different Let me talk with him, my friends.” Poor Brother Pascual, when he knew that he was to be parted from his friend, cast one glance of long- ing toward Montana, and then went the others instantly shifted and stirred a little. At this, Juan-Silva lifted a bony finger and pointed to one. | “You know something,” he said. | “What is it you know?” “A rurale told me,” sald the man. | “One of the rurales who were bring- ing up new prisoners to the valley | entrance. He told me about El Keed.” | *“And he said?” went on the ancient man. “He said, senor, that he would give | the halo from his hope of sainthood and his good right hand, also, if only | he could become the captor of EI | Keed.” | “Tell me in one word—is there a price on the head of this man?” “There is a price—10,000 pesos—on the head of this gringo!” This infdPmant was a good, broad rasping but subdued voice of Juan- Silva, “but I have never known any good to come out of them. Go on— yoy!—and tell me why they want to pay so much money for El Keed dead or alive?” “Yes, dead or alive. the poster reads.” “Well, we have never made much money out of dead men, but we may |begin to export them,” said Juan- Silva. He pushed out his tongue and | ran it slowly over his lips, as though his mouth were sore and needed com= fort. “But you still have a story to That is how seen a rurale I did not wish dead!” Montana, tomorrow, has a shooling match with Death, ’ PART AFTER 50 YEARS “All I Could Bear.” Says North Carolina Husband, Divorced. MOCKSVILLE, N. ~—Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Reavis took 50 March 22 (). | tell years to discover they couldn’t get | “Why, this is the man,” said the| | informant, “who has ridden from one end of Mexico to the other, with the | rurales trying to catch him and al- | ways missing, just missing, and leav- along together. “Fifty years of married life is all I could bear,” said Reavis, 75, in Su- perior Court. The couple have been married 52 FALL RIVER, Mass, March 22— Plucky 10-year-old Alyce Jane Mc- Henry last night was warmed by the thrill of a let'er on gold-embossed ‘White House stationery from the wife of the President. It read: “My Dear Alyce: “I am sending you a few flowers in the hope that they will bring you a little cheerq I am sure that you have been a v brave little girl and hope that it wil not be long before you have fully recovered. “With all good wishes, I am, “Very sincerely yours, “ELEANOR ROOSEVELT.” The letter to the little Omaha | (Nebr.) girl, who was operated on at about the Devoe Finzneing Plan epainting your home—it's real ac- commodation. T0 " DETROIT THE LIBERTY LIMITED Lv. Washington 0P M Ar. Detroit . . . ... S A. M. DAILY of him transformed the place for the Kid. The strangeness of their past swept over him, and a feeling that there must be a future for them both. They came now toward a building with a very long, low front. “There's your master. There's Juan- Silva—and may God help you!" said one of the guards. To which the captain answered, chuckling: “God can't look in here. The steam’s too thick.” And once more they at this. In front of the place they were halted. In place of the lariats, they were tied with short cords, even their feet being hobbled: afterward, they were led through an entrance door « down a naked hall, and so into the brightness of an open court. Here sat Juan-Silva under an awn- cause he still possessed a full set of |Away, surrounded by several of the | PENNSYLVANIA teeth. When he spoke, his lips first |guards. Others remained with the | furled back over the teeth, which then | Kid. 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