The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 29, 1903, Page 5

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THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT A NEW LITERARY MAS- TERPIECE OF LOVE AND POLITICS IN WASH- INGTON. | THERE IS SOMETHING AWE-INSPIRING IN THE HEROINE'S LOVE. 1 NEXT | SUNDAY CALL | | | | - Tt was dark gs dark by this time. The moon just struck one eye over the edge of the prairie, and the rest of the sky was covered with cloud. A little light came from the Injuns’ campfire, but not enough te ride by, and, besides, I dldn't know which way I ought to go. Says 1 to myself, “Billy Sanders, you are the champion all-around, old-fashion- ed fool of the district. You are a jack- ass from the country where ears less'n three foot long are ciirfosities. You sgss- ed that poor swatty that wanted to keep you out of this, tooting your bazoo like 2 man peddling soap; but now it's up to you. What are you going to do about 1t?” And 1 @idn’t get any answer, neither. Well, it was no use asking myself con- undrums out there in the dari when time wag so scarce. Bo I wraps my hanker- cher around Laddy’s nose to keep him WALLACE from talking horse to the Injun ponies and prepared to sneak to where I'd rath- er be Laddy was the quickest thing on legs in that part of the country—out of a mighty spry thoroughbred little pinto mare and by our Kentucky horse—and I knew if T could get to the open them In- juns wouldn’t have much of a chance to take out my stopper and examine my works—net much. A half-mile start, and 1 could show the whole Sioux nation how I wore my hair. 1 cut for the place where the Injuns seemed thinnest, lifting myself up till I “THE COURAGE- JusT STUuCK QU OF Him AS HE STOOD THERE WAITING TO VPASS N HI1S CHECKS ¥, — N P& B C Rt didn’'t weigh fifteen pound and breathing only when necessary. We got along first rate until we reached the edge of 'em, and then Laddy had to stick his foot in a gopher hole, and walloped around there like & whale trying to climb a tree. Some darn cuss of an Injun threw a handful of hay on the fire, and, as it blazed up the whole gang spotted me. PHILLI?PS . 1 unlimberea my gun afid set the irons into Laddy and we began to walk. I didn't like to make for the ranch, as T knew the boys were short handed, so I pointed north, praying to the good Lord that 1'd hit some kind of settlement be- fore I struck the north pole. Well, we ieft those Injuns so far behind that there wasn't any fun in it. T slacked up, patting himself on the back, and as the trouble scemed all over I was just about to turn for the ranch when I heard horses galloping, and as the moon came out a little T saw a whole raft of redskins a-boiling up a draw not half a mile away That knocked me slab-sided. It looked like I got the wrong ticket every time the wheel turned. T whooped it up again, swearing I wouldn’t stop this deal short of a dead sure thing. We flew through space—Lad- dy pushing a hole in the air like a scart kiyote making for home and mother. A ways down the valley T spotted a little shack sitting all alone by itself in the moonlight. I headed for it, hollering murder. A man came to the door In his under- rigging. * “Hi, there! What's eating you?’ he yells. » “Injuns coming, pardner! The coun- try's just oozing Injuns! Better get a wiggle on you!" “All right—slide along; I ketch up to vou,” he says. I looked back and saw him hustling out with his saddle on his arm. “He's a par- ticular kind of cuss,” T thought; “bare- back would suit most people.” Taking it a little easier for the next couple of miles, I gave him a chance to pull up We pounded along without saying any- thing for a spell, when I happened to no- tice that his teeth were chattering. “Keep your nerve up, pardner,” says L “Don’t you get scared—we've got a good start on 'em.” He looked at me kind of reproachful “Scared be derned!” says he. “I reckon if you was riding around this nice cool night in your drawers your téeth 'ud rat- tle some, too.” I took a look at him;and saw, sure encugh, while he had hat, coat and boots on, the pants were missing. Well, if it had been the last act I'd have had to laugh. “Couldn’t find 'em nohow,” says he; “hunted high and low, jick, Jack and the game—just comes to my mind now that I had 'em rolled up and was sleeping on ‘em. I don’t like to go around this way— 1 feel as if T was two men, and one of 'em hardly respectable.” “Did you bring a gun with you?" He gave me another stare. “Why, pard- ner, you must think 1 have got a light and frivolous disposition”” =ays he, and with that he heaves up the great-grand- uncle of all the six-shooters I ever did see. It made my 45-long look like some- thing for a kid to cut its teeth on. “That's the best gun in this country,” he went on. “Looks as if 1t might be,” says I. “Has the foundry that cast it gone out of busi- ness? I'd like to have one like it, if it's s dangerous as it look: “When I have trouble with a man,” says he, “I don't want to go pecking at him with a putty blower, just irritating him, and giving him a little skin com- plaint here and there; I want something that’ll touch.” He had it, for a broadside from that battery would scatter an elephant over a township. We loped along quiet and easy until sun-up. The Grindstons Buttes lay about a mile ahead of us. Looking back we saw the Injuns coming over a rise of ground 'way in the distance “Now,” says my friend, “I know a short cut through those hills that'll bring up out at Johnson's. They've got enough punchers there to do the United States army up, starched and blued. Shall we take it?" “Sure!” says I. “I'm only wandering around this part of the country because this part of the country re—if it was anywheres else I'd be just as glad.” So in we went. It was the steepest and narrowest kind of a canyon, looking as if it had been cut out of the rock with one crack of the ax. I was just thinking: “Gee whiz! but this would be a poor place to be snagaed in,” when bang! says a .1fle right in front of us, and m-e-arr! bullet over our h We were off them horse: enuple of chunks of rock hoped for. “Cussed poor shot, whoever he s, goes and behind a ner than we a good and that's saying my friend. “Some Injun holding us here till the rest come up, I presu “That's about the size of it—and I'd like t¢ make you a bet that he does it, too, if T thought I'd a chance to collect.” “Oh, you can't always tell—you migh lose your money says he, ki of thoughtful “I wouldn’t mind that half as much as winning,” says 1 on the square do you think we can get out? TI'll jurmap bhim with yvou if yeu say so, ain't got what although 1 a passion vou might ea for suicide.” ‘Now, you hold on a bit,” says he. T den't know but what we'd have done bet- ter to stick to the horses and runm for it, but it's too late to think of that. Jumping him is all foclishness; he'd sit behind his little rock and pump lead into us till we would float in brine—and we can’t back out now. He talked o calm it made me kind of mad. 'Well,” says I, “In that case, let's play ‘Simmons says thumbs up’ till the rest of the crowd comes.” “There you go!" says he. “Just like all young fellers—gettin’ hosstyle right away if you don’t fall in with their plans. Now, sonny, you keep your temper and watch me play cushjon carroms with our friend there.” ““Meaning how?"” “You see that block of stons just this side of him with the square face toward us? Well, he's only covered in front, and I'm a-going to shoot against that face and ketch him on the glance. “Great, if you could work it!"” says I. “But Lor “Well, watch!” says he. Then he squinched down behind his cover, so as not to give the Injun an opening, trained his cannon and pulled the trigger. The old gun opened her mouth and roared like an earthquake I didn't see @ dead Injun. Then twice more she sp . and still there weren't any desirab to b “Say, par ays T. “you wouldn make ma at this game 1 8 eas ays he “Now off the roc wouldn't b friends afterwar him with through my hat “Bully t 4 smashed is s. T As we rode u n him 1 1 looked us he was a man, I you, redskin or no redskin. The courage just k out hiin as he stood there waiting to pass in his ch My pardner threw the le of his D——n ! says he He's game rd have mere and 1 run foul of ea hen we shacked along down to John- V's and What became gang? Oh, they sent two and gathered him five soldiers to an Injur was done. Me and pard were only ones that bu up against the Chuck out a cigarette, Kid. My lungs ache for want of a smok Aonsamie Podom NO WONDER PORTUGAL'S KING IS POPULAR N oM CARLOS, King of Portuga would be a gladiator or the strong s of rmal a King. Dozer scribing the King's courage and pre mouth mout! Here are some of go from to Portuga Some little time ago, when his Majesty was fox hunting, he lost the reins in some way and t orse, taking the bit between ran away toward a e. finding himself u able to reach as his bulk would not allow lean forward, rose in his stirrup: 1 with a single blow of his ched fist, applied between the horse’'s ears, felled the animal to earth. Just as Dom Carlos landed on his feet several equerries rode up, their faces white with terror. After recovering from thelr surprise, they attempted to shower praises upon the Kin ‘Never mind,” Dom Carlos, “s my reserve horse and don’t say anything about this to the Queen If you love y Job.” On another occas the King and Queen started on a pleasure trip on the ¥ royal yacht while a storm was raging The Queen passed safely over the plank connecting the rolling vessel with the pler, but Dom C: »s slipped and went down like a shot, between the yacht and the pier. cry of horror went up from all pres While the Q her at tendants, the officers and crew were anxieusly watching the space of water nearest the pler, Dom Carlos bobbed up at the other side of the yacht, swea lustily and laughing all ov good-natured face. Two minutes later he was on the bridge of the yacht, giving orders to turn her nose seaward Only after the could he be persuaded to go below and change his clothes. “Dom Carlos has an ox heart and the strength and courage of a bull,” they say in Lisbon. During one of the past summer's bull fights a hundred-foot mast, used as a flagpole, snapped off and was about to fall when the King espled the danger and caught the tree on his outstretched hands and shoulder. It nearly knocked him down, but he succeeded in arresting the fall long enough to give several hun dred spectators, among them the Queen and one of her children, a chance to run for safety No wonder the King is popular. —_—————— AMAZING STUPIDITY OF ASIATIC EKURDS high sea HE Kurds in Eastern Asia Minor are regarded by the Arabs as stupid people, wont to make the sort of bull that in the West is popularly ascribed to Irishmen. There is a col tion of storfes which the Arabs tell about them of which these are fair examp Once a detachment of Kurds was cross ing a stream, which was so muddy that they could not see their feet under the ter. We have lost our legs,” they said, and stood helpless, because without legs they could not walk. After a while the Pasha came by “What are you standing in that water for?" he demanded. “We have lost our legs and walk.” 2 The Pasha got some of his attendants to apply thongs to the backs of the les less Kurds, and of cot they jumped. thereby discovering ir legs again Whereupon they all fell on their knees and thanked the Pasha for having re- stored their legs. Once some Kurds were standing under clift. “No one knows how high that cliff is," sald one. “No,” replled another; “and a stranger might come by and ask us. It would be disgraceful not to know.' “Then let us measure it." ut we have no line long enough.” “Well, we can measure it with our bod- fes. Let one hang by his hands to the edge and another hang to his fest, and 80 on until we know how many men it takes to hang the whole distance.” So they started to form a Hving plumb line. Just as the last man was climbing down the top man tried to changs the position of his hands, and they all fell and broke their legs. “Oh, well,” said on “we didn’t need to the clift.” “No,” said another, “so it doesn’t mat- ter. ' THE THIRTEENTH DISTRICT A NEW LITERARY MAS- TERPIECE OF LOVE AND POLITICS IN WASH- INGTON. THE HERO'S COURTSHIP IS A PHYSIOLOGICAL REVELATION. NEXT | SUNDAY CALL | .t____——-—————-——‘ cannot . when he came to, now the height of