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PAGE TWO 4 S0k gos By DANE of Bro COOLIDGE—= ¢ & A Stirring Story Of The Mexican Revelution & ‘A8 fis Tooked “over the top he ex- ploded in an oath and Jerked Copper Bottom back on his haunches. The Jeader of a long line of horsemen was $ust coming up the other side—there 'was no escape—and then back at the frightened girl. “Keep behind me,” he commanded, *and don’t shoot. I'm going to hold *em up!” He jumped his horse out to one side and landed squarely on the rim of the ridge. Gracla drew her horse in be- hind him and reached for the pistol in her holster; then both together they drew their guns and Bud threw down on the first man. “Go on!” he ordered, motioning him forward with his head; “pr-r-ronto!"l He jerked out his rifle with his left hand and laid it across his lap. “Hurry up now,” he raged, as the startled Mexican halted. “Go on and keep a going, and the first man that makes a break I'll shoot him full of holes!” He sat like a statue on his shining horse, his six-shooter balanced to shoot, and something in his very presence— the bulk of his body, the forward thrust of his head, and the burning hate of his eyes—quelled the spirits of the rebels. They were a rag-tag army, mounted on horses and donkeys and mules and with arms of every known make, It was just such an army as was overrunning all northern Mexico, such an army as had been levying tribute on the land for a century. They spread terror throughout all that great coun- try south of the American border. The fiery glances of the American made them cringe as they had always cringed before their masters, and his{ curses turned their blood to water. He towered above them like a giant, pour- ing forth a torrent of oaths and beck- oning them on their way, and the lead- er was the first to yield. With hand half-raised and jaw on his breast he struck spurs to his fright- ened mule and went dashing over the ridge. The others followed by twos and threes, some shrinking, some protest- ing, some gazing forth villainously from beneath their broad hats. As they looked back he whirled upon them and swore he would kill the first man that dared to turn his head. After all, they were a generation of slaves, those low-browed, unthinking peons, and war had not made them brave. They passed on, the whole line of bewildered soldiery, looking in vain for the men that were behind the American, staring blankly at the beau- tiful woman who sat 8o courageously .by his side. When the last had gone by Bud picked up his rifle and watched him around the point. Then he smiled grimly at Gracia, whose eyes were still round with wonder, and led the way down the trall. CHAPTER XXVIII. The high pass and the ineurrectos were behind them now and the rolling plains of Agua Negra were at their feet. To the northeast the smoke ban- ners of the Gadsden smelters lay like ribbons across the sky, and the line was not far away. Yet, as they came down from the mountains, Bud and Gracla fell silent and slackened their slashing pace. The time for parting was near, and part ings are always sad. But ten miles across the plain lay Gadsden and Phil—Phil to whom Gra- cla was promised. There had been no thoughts of him from the time they sat together under the horse-blankets walting for the raln to pass until now that the dangers were virtually over,: and but a short time more would place them beyond the reach of either ru- rales or rebels. Bud thought of the duty he owed his pardner, even though that pardner had played him false. Great as was his longing for Gracla, he could not forget that duty., Their companionship had been but a thing to forget if he could, or at best he could only remember the sweetness of it, and must forget the dreams he| had dreamed as he watched beside | Gracia In the hills. He was taking her | to Phil, and all else must be sacrificed for duty. | Bud looked far out across the valley to where a train puffed in from the south, and the sight of it made him un easy. He watched still as it lay at the station and, after a prolonged stare in the direction of Agua Negra, he relnvd: sharply to the north | “What is 1t?” asked Gracia, coming out of her reverie. “Oh, nothing,” answered Bud, slump- ing down In his saddle. “1 see the rail- | road is open agaln—they might bel somebody up there looking for us.” “You mean—" “Well, say a bunch of rurales.” He turned still farther to the north as he spoke and spurred his J.’.\dt‘di horfe on. Gracla kept her roan be-| side him, but he took no notice, ex-! cept as he scanned the line with his bloodshot eyes. He was a hard-look- | with a r b stubble of ing man r beard on his face and a sullen set to his jJaw. As two horsemen rode out from distant Agua Negra he turned and glanced at Gracia “Seems llke we been on the runi ever since we left Fortuna,” he said| with a rueful smile. “Are you good| for just one more?” - ‘What 1s It now? she inquired| @ SPGB FO PSSO SY SO DU OSSR pulling herself together with an efrort. “Are those two men coming out to meet us? Do you think they'd stop us?” “That's about our luck,” returned Hooker. “But when we dip out of sight in this swale here we'll turn north and hit for the line.” “All right,” she agreed. “My horse {s tired, but I'll do whatever you say, Bud.” She tried to catch his eyes at this, but he seemed lost in contemplation of the horsemen. “Them’'s rurales,” he sald at last, “and heading straight for us—but we've come too far to get caught now. Come on!” he added bruskly, and went galloping up the swale. For two miles they rode up the wash, their heads below the level of the plain, but as Bud emerged at the mouth of the gulch and looked warily over the cut bank he suddenly reached for his rifle and measured the distance to the line. “They was too foxy for me,” he mut- tered, as Gracla looked over at the approaching rurales. “But I can stand ‘em off,” he added, “so you go ahead.” “No!" she cried, coming out in open rebellion. “Well, I won't leave you— that’s all!” she declared, as he turned to command her. “Oh, come along, Bud!” She laid an impulsive hand on his arm and he thrust his gun back into the sling with a thud. “All right!” he said. “Can’t stop to talk about it. Go ahead—and flay the | hide off of that roan!” They were less than a mile from the line, but the rurales had foreseen their ruse in dropping into the gulch and had turned at the same time to inter- cept them. They were pushing their fresh horses to the utmost now across the open prairie, and as the roan lagged and faltered in his stride Bud could see that the race was lost. “Head for that monument!” he called to Gracia, pointing toward one of the international markers as he faced thelr pursuers. “You'll make it —they won't shoot a woman!" He reached for his gun as he spoke. “No, no!” she cried. “Don't you stop! If you do I will!l Come on!” ghe entreated, checking her horse to walt for him. “You ride behind me— they won't dare shoot at us then!” Bud laughed shortly and wheeled in behind her, returning his gun to its sling. “All right,” he sald, “we'll ride it out together then!” He laid the quirt to the roan. In the whirl of racing bushes a white monu- ment flashed up suddenly before them. The rurales were within pistol-shot and whipping like mad to head them. Another figure came flying along the line, a horseman, waving his hands and motioning. Then, riding side by side, they broke across the boundary with the baffled rurales yelling savage- ly at their heels. “Keep a going!” prompted Hooker, as Gracia leaned back to check her horse; “down into the gulch there— them rurales are liable to shoot yet!" The final dash brought them to cover, but as Bud leaped down and took Gracia in his arms the roan spread his feet, trembled, and dropped heavily to the ground. “He'll be all right,” soothed Bud, as Gracia still clung to his arm. Then, as he saw her gaze fixed beyond him, he turned and beheld Philip De Lan- cey. It was the same Phil, the same man Bud had called pardner, and yet when Hooker saw him there he stif- fened and his face grew hard. “Well?" he said, slowly detaching Gracla’'s fingers and putting her hand away. As Phil ran forward to greet them he stepped sullenly off to one side. What they sald he did not know, for ———————— ‘Whenever you see an Arrow think of Coca-Cola. Demand the genuine by full name— Nicknames encourage substitution THE COCA-COLA CoO. | Gracla Watched Them With Jealous Eyes. his mind was suddenly a blank; but | when Phil rushed over and wrung his hand he came back to earth with a start. “Bud!" cried De Lancey ecstatical- ly, “how can I ever thank you enough! You brought her back to me, didn't you, old man? Thank God you're gpfe —I've been watching for you with glasses ever since I heard you had started! I knew you would do it, pardner; you're the best friend a man | ever had! But—say, come over here a minute—I want to speak to you.” He led Hooker off to one side, while Gracia watched them with jealous eyes, and lowered his voice as he spoke. “It was awful good of you, Bud,” he whispered, “but I'm afraid you've got in bad! The whole town is crazy about it. Old Aragon came up on the first train, and now they’'ve wired that you killed Del Rey. By jove, Bud, wasn’t that pulling it a little strong? Captain of the rurales, you know—the whole Mexican government is behind him— and Aragon wants you for kidnaping!” “What's that?” demanded Gracia, as she heard her own name spoken. Bud looked at Phil, who for once was at a loss for words, and then he answered slowly. “Your father is down at the station,” he said, “looking for—you.” “Well, he can’t have me!"” cried Gra- cla deflantly. “I'm across the line now! I'm free! I can do what I please!” “But there's the immigration office,” interposed Phil pacifically. “You will have to go there—and your father has clalmed you were kidnaped!” “Ha! Kidnaped!” laughed Gracia, who had suddenly recovered her spirits. “And by whom?” “Well—by Bud here,” answered De Lancey hesitatingly. Gracia turned as he spoke and sur- veyed Hooker with a mocking smile. Then she laughed againg “Never mind,,” she said, “I'll fix that. I'll tell them that I kidnaped him!” “No, but seriously!” protested De Lancey, as Bud chuckled hoarsely. “You can’t cross the line without being passed by the fnspectors, and—well, your father is there to get you back.” l"But I will not go!” flung back Gra- cla. “Oh, my dear girl!” cried De Lan- cey, frowning in his perplexity, “you don't understand, and you make it aw- ful hard for me. You know they're | very strict now—so many low women | coming across the line, for—well, the fact is, unless you are married you | can't come in at all!” ! “But I'm in!" protested Gracia | flushing hotly. “I'm—" b “They'll deport you,” sald De Lan- cey, stepping forward to give her sup- port. “I know it's hard, dear,” he went on, as Bud moved hastily away, “but I've got it all arranged. Why should' ‘‘Sullivan.’” Now with Phil. by Connie Mack and is now by John McGraw as the gr The quickest answer ATLANTA, GA. | heard what Phil has said. thirst. Chosen by men of brain and brawn for its wholesomeness. 1914 we Wwait? You came to marry me didn’t you? Well, you must do it now —right away! [I've got the license and the priest all waiting—come on before the rurales get back to town and re- port that you've crossed the line. We can ride around to the north and come in at the other side of town. Then we— “Oh, no, no!" cried Gracia, pushing him impulsively aside. “I am not ready now. And—" She paused and glanced at Bud. “Mr, Hooker,” ehe began, walking gently toward him, “what will you do w?” Im"l don't know,” answered Hooker huskily. : “Will you come with us—will you— “No,” sald Bud, shaking his head slowly. “Then I must say good-by?” She walted, but he did not answer. “You have been 80 good to me,” she went on, “so brave, and—have I been brave, too?" she broke in pleadingly. Hooker nodded his head, but he did not meet her eyes. “Ah, yes,” she sighed.. “You have that my mother were here, but—would you mind? Before I go I want to—give you a kiss!” She reached out her hands impul | slvely and Hooker started back. His eyes, which had been downcast, blazed suddenly as he gazed at her, and then they flitted to Phil. “No,” he said, and his voice was life- less and choked. “You will not?” she asked, after a pause. “No!” he sald again, and she shrank away before his glance. “Then good-by,” she murmured, turn- | Ing away like one in a dream, and Bud heard the crunch of her steps as she went toward the horses with Phil Then, as the tears welled to his eyes, he heard a resounding slap and a rush | of approaching feet. “No!"” came the voice of Gracla, vibrant with indignation. “I say no!” The spat of her hand rang out again and then, with a piteous sobbing, she came running back to Bud, halting with the stiffness of her long ride. “I hate you!” she screamed, as Phil came after her. “Oh, I hate you! No, you shall never have the kiss! What! if Bud here has refused it, will I give a kiss to you? Ah, you poor, miserable creature!” she cried, wheeling upon him in a sudden fit of passion. “Where were you when I was in danger? Where were you when there was no one to save me? And did you think, then, to steal a kiss, when my heart was sore for Bud? Ah, coward! You are no fit pardner! No, I will never marry you—never! Well, go then! And hurry! Oh, how I hate you—to try to steal me from Bud!” She turned and threw her arms ' about Hooker's neck and drew his rough face down to her. “You do love me, don't you, Bud?" she sobbed. Oh, you are so good— 80 brave! And now will you take the kiss?" “Try me!"” said Bud. THE END. The Koran. In a recent number of the London Bveryman s a review of the Koran and its author Mohammed. It is a one man's book, and that man not an im- aginative one, but essentially a man of action and lacking In invention. The Koran {8 a jumbled mass of pre- oepts, doctrines, threats, injunctions, divine commands, narrative, lyric and epic poetry. Its heaven and hell are too material for modern thought. “QOb. viously,” says Everyman, “the Koran is meant not to be read with the eye, but to be recited, when the repetitions are not nearly so pronounced. It re- flects a social order, a system of ideas as remote from Rome and more espe- clally from Greece, as our own are from the North American Indian, But neither time nor evolution can utterly quench the flame of Mohammed's per sonality, which carried his followers to reckless excesses, to the sov- erelgnty of empires which created an art pecular to Islam, and founded age- long traditions.” In organized baseball since 1906 when he played under name of adelphia Atbletics. Student at Columbia University where he excelled in baseball and football. Developed one of the greatest 2nd basemen in the game. A left-handed batter and right-handed thrower, Pronounced eatest ball player. He is the Hub of Connie Mack’s $100,000 infield. 27 years old—5 £t. 10in. 160 Ibs. 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