TI IE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, guerrillas reared to execute him here, and believed be might be aided to eat cape. So a detachment departed with him for Mezqultal." "H was sentenced to be shot Thursday at sunset tonittht?" "Yes. I regret that I can't give yon definite Information. If you are friends of Stewart's I relatives might find" aneGr en 'llluitfatiov3 J?y OIIWIN MYERS CHAPTER XXII . . w Continued. stopped before the porch. Link had tied two long, heavy planks upon the He gave her a packet of telegrams. car, one on each aide, and In every Madeline tore them open with shaking available space he bad strapped extra fingers, began to read with swift, dim tires. A huge cask occupied one back eyes. Some were from Washington, as- seat, and another seat was full of tools suring her of every possible service; and ropes. There was Just room ID some were from New York ; others this rear part of the car for Nels to written In Spanish were from El Paso, squeeze In. Link put Madeline In front and these she could not wholly trans- beside him, then bent over the wheel. late In a brief glance. Would she Madeline waved her hand at the sinever find Still well's message? It was lent cowboys on the porch. Not an was spoken. audible good-bthe last. It was legthy. It read : The car gilded out of the yard, "Bought Stewart's release. Also arranged for his transfer as prisoner of leaped from level to slope, and started war. Both matters official. He's safe swiftly down the road, out Into the If we can get notice to bis captors. open valley. Each stronger rush of Not sure I've reached them by wire. dry wind In Madelne's face marked Afraid to trust It. Tou go with Link the Increase of speed. The buzz, the to Agua Prleta. Take the messages roar of wheels, of heavy body In flight. sent you in Spanish. They will protect Increased to a continuous droning you and secure Stewart's freedom. hum. The wind became an InsupportTake Nels with you. Stop for noth- able body moving toward her, crushing. Tell Link all trust him let him ing her breast, making the task of breathing most difficult. To Madeline drive that car. the time seemed to fly with the speed "STILL WELL." of miles. do know the the roads,, "Link, you Cactus barred the way, rocks barred trails the desert between here and the gullies barred the way, and Agua Prleta?" sie asked. Can an au- theseway, Nels addressed In the grim tomobile be driven from here Into humor with which he was wont to northern Mexico?" view tragic things. Again and again "Sure. But it'd take time." "We must do It in little time," she Link used the planks to cross washes In sand. Presently lie came to a went on. In swift eagerness. "Otherwise Stewart may be probably will ditch where water had worn deep Into the road. Without hesitation he placed be be shot. Link Stevens appeared suddenly to them, measuring distance carefully. then started across. The danger grow lax, shriveled, to lose all his pe- and culiar pert brightness, to weaken and was In ditching the machine. One of the planks split sagged a little, hut age. Link made the crossing without slip. "I'm only a a cowboy, Miss MajesAt length a mile of clean, brown ty." He almost faltered. It was a sinslope, awridged and grooved like a washIn an "Thet's him. gular change ful ride down over the border. If by board, led gently down to meet the some luck I didn't smash the car I'd floor of the valley, where the scant turn your hair gray. You'd never be grama-gras- s struggled to give a tinge of gray. The road appeared to beno good after thet ride I" "I am Stewart's wife," she answered come more clearly defined, and could him. and she looked at him, not con- be seen striking straight across the scious of any motive to persuade or al- valley. To Madeline's dismay, that road lure, but Just to let him know the to a deep, nanjow wash. The greatness of her dependence upon him. led down would have been laborsome He started violently the old action crossing of Stewart, the memorable action of for a horse; for an automobile It was Monty Price. This man was of the Impassable. Link drove back to the road, crossed It, and kept on down the same wild breed. Then Madeline's words flowed In a line of the wash. It was a deep cut In torrent. "I am Stewart's wife. I love red earth, worn straight down by him ; I have been unjust to blra ; I swift water In the rainy season. It must save him. Link, I have faith In narrowed. When Link reached the you. I beseech you to do your best for narrowest points he got out of the car Stewart's sake for my sake. I'll risk and walked from p'aee to place. Once the ride gladly bravely. I'll not care with a little Jump he cleared the wash where or how you drive. I'd far rather Then Madeline noted that the further plunge Into a canyon go to my death rim was somewhat lower. In a flash on the rocks than not try to save she divined Link's Intention. He was hunting a place to Jump the cnr over Stewart." How beautiful the response of this the crack In the ground. Soon he found one that i.eemed to rude cowboy to realize bis absolute unconsciousness of self, to see the suit him, for he. tied his red scnrf un.m greasewood-hushThen, returning haggard shade burn out of his face, ato the car. be clambered In. bucked "up the old, cool, spirit return to his eyes, and to feel something the gentle slope and halted Just short wonderful about him then I It was of steeper ground. Hunching low over more than will or daring or sacrifice. the wheel, he stared, slowly at Arm A blood-ti- e might have existed between then faster, and then faster. The greni car gave a spring like a hnse fiver Mm and Madeline. "Miss Majesty, thet ride Aggers Im- The Impact of suddenly fo.med wind tore Madeline ont of her se:it possible, but I'll do It I" he replied. His almost She felt Nels' powerful hands on her moulders. She closed her eyes The .'nltlng headway of the car gave place to a g'lding rush. This was broken by a slight Jnr. and then shove the hum and ronr to1 a cowboy yell Madeline waited with strained nerve for the expected crash. It did not come. Opening her eves, she nn the level valley floor without a hre:ik She hud not even nntleo.l the Inxf-in- t when the car had shot over the wnsh A strange hrciitble"' ess it'ii'-t- . her. and she attributed It to the ce, r Ity with which she wns hetn: eiirrieil along. Piilllric the ho. t down over face, she sink ! - In the sent The whir nf the cur now seemed In tie world fllllna sound There wes w ion' li'itnk period from which she nwi'-oi,.- i to feci on nrvi r I'lii'rij her Ti en she milled The vetv ''y of the cur had been cut to the sneert to which wns aociiitoincd. Throwing buck the hKd. she breathed freelv acnln recov ered fully. The car ws howl'iis along a wiie road upon th ntits'-lrtof a cltv Madeline nked what place It could he "I oiu'lns." repll.d Link "An' lest around Is Agua f:ieta'- That last nntue seemed to atnn "Can an Autoroooue 0 Driven from Madeline She heird no more, and Here Into Northern Mexieo7" saw llltle until the car stopped Nels cool, bright glume thrilled her "I'll spoke to some one. Then slghl of soldiers quickened Marie need nicbhe linlf on hour to go over khaki-clathe car an' t" puck in what I'll whiiI " line's faculties. She was on the boon between the I'nlfed States She could nt thank him. and her y dary-llnII snd Mexico, and Agua Prleta with Its was merely a request thin he white and houses, its Nels and "Hut cowboy off duty roofs, lay before her. A come up t the house. When l.lnk rmd brown-rilemoment's cavalry oflcer approached the car (one Madeline '.'live stared, and removed his sombrero. thought f preparations for the ride. "Can yon fell me anything about A niinl! cowhovs were hIIik Jhe exjmdned 'he s'tmitlon and ten Stewart, the American cowboy who them In charge of her home With was captured by rebels a few days asked Madeline. that she fced N'elacmpitiv tier ago?" "Yes" replied the officer. "Stewart Humi down I' f y. Is remrted to have done reckless fightCm iKiiVMrnn "ri'i, M'i Mnh-f'f ' "'re goln do n ing and was captured. He got a Mexl-ru4rou1 t " on nnt me sentence. He Is known here along minna t It :reri-e- r the border, and the news of his csr "Ort of the Madel!?" .ii rure stirred up excitement "' ' W did " "" ' '"' Link if ' " mm "! " 'n.! all we rntild to get his release. The 18 y devil-may-ca- ! s d re-pl- blne-walle- d d n 'r fr "I am bis wife," Interrupted Madeline. "Will you please read these." She handed him the telegrams. "Advise me help me, If you can?" With a wondering glance at her the officer received the telegrams. He read several, and whistled low in amaze. His manner became quick, alert, serious. "I can't read these written In Spanish, but I know the names signed." Swiftly be ran through the others. "Why, these mean Stewart's release has been authorized. They explain mysterious rumors we have beard here. Greaser treachery I For some strange reason messages from the rebel Junta have failed to reach their destination. I'll go with you to General Salozar, the rebel chief In command. I know him. Perhaps we can find out something." Nels made room for the officer. Link sent the car whirring across the line Into Mexican territory. The road ended In an Immense plaza. In the center of which was a circular structure that In some measure resembled a corral. It was a bull-rinwhere the national sport of was carried on. Madeline caught a glimpse of tents inside, then her view was obstructed by a curious, pressing throng. The cavalry officer leaped from the car and pushed his way Into the entrance. How stifling was this crowded. plaza I The sun. red and lowering, had sloped far down in the west, but still burned with furnace heat. A swarm of flies whirled over the car. The shadows of buzzards crossed Madeline's sight. Then she saw a row of the huge, uncanny black birds sitting upon the tiled roof of a house. They had neither an air of sleeping nor resting. They were waiting. She fought off a horrible ghastly Idea before Its full realization. Suddenly the crowd parted to let the cavalry officer and a rebel of striking presence get to the car. "Madam, It Is as I suspected," said the officer, quickly. "The messages Stewart's release never directing reached Salazar. They were Intercepted. But even without them we exmight have secu-e- d Stewart' change If It had not been for the fact that one of his captors wanted him shof. This guerrilla Intercepted the orders, and then was Instrumental In taking Stewart to Mezqultal. It Is exceedingly sad. Why. ha should be a free man this Instant. I regret" "Who did this this thing?" cried Madeline, cold and sick. "Who Is the guerrilla?" "Sonor Don Carlos Martinez. He has been a bandit, a man of Influence In Sonora. He Is more of a secret agent n the affairs of the revolution than an active participator. But he has seen guerrilla service." "Don Carlos! Stewart In his power Oh, Ood !" Madeline sank down, almost overcome. Then two great hands, powerful, thrilling, clasped her shoulders, and Nels bent over ber. "Miss Majesty, shore we're wasrtn' time here," he said. His voice, like his hands, was uplifting. She wheeled to him In trembling Importunity. How cold, brlirht. blue the flash of his eyes! Tnev fold Madeline she must not weaken. But she could not speak her thoutrht to Nels could only look at g low-sailin- g 1 Link "It fijrgers impossible, but Pll do HP said Link Stevens. In answer to her voiceless nuery. "C'nn 1 get a permit to go Into the ro Mexqultal T asked Madeline of the officer. "Yon are going on? Madam. It's a forlorn hope Mezonltal Is a hundred miles nway. Tint there's a chance he barest chmce If ynnr man can drive rhls cnr. The Mexicans are either murderous or ceremonious In their execution. The arrangements for Stewnrf's will he elaborate. But. 'nrrln- - unusual circumstances. It will tc'ft. nine precisely at the hour deslg. n'ed Von need l:o prmlt. Your mes- But to save ;i..e lire ..plclnl pppcrs t'cie tipftcio delnv I suggest yoti tnke .1,1, i,,..trnn senor Monte, with yon. He outrnnUs it,,., ('nros and knows (he .noinlii of tin. Merqnltnl detach-rueri- l ' ! thnnk von. sir I shall not forget your kindness." concluded Madeline. The while narrow rond Unshed ont of the fore-rouslipped with Incon- elvnhle motility under the car. When she nuir'red a clump of cactus fur aher.l It seemed to shoot at her. to """'I behind her even the Instsnt she letice.i It. Nevertheless. Madeline keen Link wns not putting the car to its limit. Swlftlv s he was fivlng. be held something In reserve. And every leef and hlnrie and branch of cactus hore wicked thorns, any one of which would be fatal to a fire. It came at length, the bursting report The car lurched, went on like a crippled thing, and halted, obedient to the master hand at the wheel. Swift as Link was In replacing the tire, he lost time. The red sun. more sullen, duskier as It reared the hlsck. bold horizon, appeared to mock Madeline, to eye her In derision. Link leaped In, and the car sprang ahead. The rod began to wind np; If turned and twisted In tantallr.lng. lazy curves ; It was In no hurry to surmount a bill that began to assume proportions f a mountain; It was leisurely, as were alt things In Mexico except strife That was quick, fierce, bloody It was Spanish. The descent fro" thst elevation wa difficult, extremely hazardous, yet Link nd ra. Stevens drove Itien, In taking an abrupt curve, a grasping spear ruined another tire. This time the car rasped across the road Into the cactus, bursting the second front-whetire. Like demons Indeed Link and Nels worked. Shuddering, Madeline felt the declining heat of the sun, saw with gloomy eyes the shading of the red light over the desert. She did not look back to see bow near the sun was to the horizon. She wanted to ask Nels. Strange as anything on this terrible ride was the absence of speech, As yet no word had been spoken. Madeline wanted to shriek to Link to hurry. But be v.as more than humanly swift In all his actions. So with mute lips, with the Are In ber beginning to chill, with a Ufelessness menacing her spirit, she watched, hoped against hope, prayed for a long, straight, smooth road. Quite suddenly she saw It, seemingly miles of clear, narrow lane disappearing like a thin, white streak in distant green. Perhaps Link Stevens heart leaped like Madeline's. The huge car with a roar and a Jerk seemed to answer Madeline's call, a cry no less poignant because It was silent. Faster, faster, faster! The roar became a whining hum. Then for Madeline sound ceased to be anythlng-Hsh- e could not hear. The wind was now heavy, imponderable, no longer a swift, plastic thing, but solid, like an onrush-ln- g wall. It bore down upon Madeline with such resistless weight that she could not move. The green of desert plants along the road merged in two shapeless fences, sliding at her from the distance. Objects ahead began to blur the white road, to. grow streaky, like rays of light, the sky to take on more of a reddening haze. That was Madeline's last clear sensation upon the ride. Blinded, dazed, she succumbed to the demands upon her strength. She reeled, fell back, only vaguely aware of a helping hand. Confusion seized her senses. All about her was a dark chaos through which she was rushing, rushing, rushing under the wrathful eye of a setting sun. But at an end of Infinite time that rush ceased. Madeline lost the queer feeling of being disembodied by a frightfully swift careening through boundless distance. She distinguished voices, low at first, apparently far away. Then she opened her eyes to blurred but conscious sight. The car had come to a stop. Link was lying face down over the wheel. Nels was rubbing her hands, calling to her. She saw a house with clean white roof. Be washed wall and brown-tile- d yond, over a dark mountain range, peeped the last red curve, the last beautiful ray of the setting sun. leg wave It rushed away. Stewart lived. He was free. He had stepped out Into the light. She bad saved him. Life changed for her In that Instant of realization and became sweet, full, strange. Stewart shook hands with some one In the doorway. Then be looked up and down the road. The door closed behind him. Leisurely he rolled a cigarette, stood close to the wall while be scratched a match. Even at that distance Madeline's keen eyes caught the small flame, the first little putt of smoke. Stewart then took to the middle of the road and leisurely began hi walk. Madeline watched him, with pride, love, pain, glory combating for a mastery over ber. This walk of his seemingly took longer than all ber hours of awakening, of strife, of remorse, longer than the ride to find him. She felt that it would be impossible for ber to wait till he reached the end of the road. Yet In the hurry and riot of her feelings she had fleeting panics. She wanted to run to meet him. Nevertheless, she stood rooted to her covert behind the window, living that terrible walk with him to the uttermost thought of home, sister, mother, sweetheart, wife, life ' itself every thought that could come to a man stalking to meet his executioners. With all that tumult In her mind and heart Madeline still fell prey to the incomprehensible variations of emotion possible to a woman. Every step Stewart took thrilled ber. She bad some strange, subtle intuition that he was not unhappy, and that be believed n court-martiale- d AND SCOUTS "GOOD f th Boy TURNS" which The "daily god turn," the he when Joins scout boy every ranks of the movement pledges himself to perform, has two impressive Illustrations In the following Instances : While returning home from schood for lunch, Scout Max Davis of Jernoted an American flag sey City, N. attached to a rainsoaked, sagging halyard, lying on the pavements of a wide boulevard. Glancing up the lad saw that a whole row of flags which had been strung across the street for a recent parade had become loosened. "y "One end of the line to which the flags were attached was high In a tree," says a New York dally. "The other end was tied to an electric light fiole on the opposite side of the street. Up the tree went Max. Untying the knot, he wound the rope around his fingers preparatory to taking up the slack. mo"Along the boulevard at that ment came an automobile," continues the 6tory. "Just as Max lifted tne rope a bit to tighten It, the car struck It The next instant his fingers torn from his hand and himself torn from his perch In the tree, Max lay on the Two ground In an agony of pain. passing motorcycle policemen saw tne accident One dashed after the car. The other summoned an ambulance and rushed Max to the hospital, where his dangling fingers were amputated Just above the knuckles. " 'When folks ask you how you lost 'era, buddy, what are you going to say? asked a sick world war veteran In the next cot "'Say I had 'em Jerked off by a v rope,' answered Max. "'Buddy, listen, pleaded the veteran, 'don't do that You've got some-thibetter'n a medal tell 'em you lost 'em savin' the American flag.' 1 In the second Instance, sixteen-year-ol- d Eagle Scout Carlton Price of Syracuse, N. Y through quick and Intelligent application of scout training In first aid, saved a baby from bleeding to death from a severed artery. In the desperate moment of crisis, while parents and friends In a panic stood helpless watching the child's life ebbing away, the boy calmly putting Into practice his knowledge, pressed back the openings of the wound, held them In place with a silver knife, and performed expertly with soft old linen the required bandaging. d "Tbe baby, playing in the fields near bis father's home, eight miles from Port Byron. N. Y ran Into the reaper and his right foot was almost severed at the ankle," states the Syracuse Journal. "The father, Lynn Van Gilder, unaware the child was In the field.' saw him too late as his little pink dress flushed alongside the razorlike blades. "Eagle Scout Carlton Price is work Ing for the summer on the Van Glider farm. Hearing the father's cry he hastened over and helped to carry the baby to the farmhouse. In the midst of panic he was the calm, cool person who took charge o; thlnus. "When the doctor came he marveled a boy could do such an expert Job of bandaging and left everything as It was until the child was brought to the Good Shepherd hospital where the foot was operated upon." n' CHAPTER XXIII At the End of the Road. Madeline saw that the car was surrounded by armed Mexicans. They presented a contrast to the others she had seen that day; she wondered a little at their silence, at their respectful front. Suddenly a sharp spoken order opened up the ranks next to the house. Senor Montes appeared In the break, coming swiftly. His dark face wore a smile; his manner was courteous, important, authoritative. "Senora, yon got here in time. El Capltan Stewart will be free." "Free!" she whispered. She rose, reeling. "Come." replied Montes, taking her arm. "Perdoneme, Senora. Senor Montes led Madeline through a hall to a patio, and on through a large room with flooring of rough, bare hoards that rattled. Into a smaller room full of armed quiet rebels facing an open window. Montes directed Madeline' atten-toto a man by the window. A loose acarf of vivid red hung from hi band. "Senora. they were waiting for the sun to set when we arrived," said Montes. "The signal was about to be walk to given for Senor Stewart' death." "Stewart's walk!" echoed Madeline. "Ah. Senora, let me tell you his sentencethe sentence I have had the honor and happiness to revoke for you." Stewart had been and sentenced according to a Mexican custom observed In cases of brave sol diers to whom honorable and fitting executions were due. His hour hud been set for Thursday when the sun had sunk, t'pon signal he was to be liberated and was free to walk out Into the road, to take any direction he pleased. He knew his sentence; knew that death awaited him, that every possible avenue of escape was blocked by men with rifles ready. But be had not the slightest Idea at what moment or from what direction the bullet were to come. "Senora. we have sent messengers to every squad of waiting soldiers an order that El Capltan Is not to.be shot. He Is Ignorant of his release. I shall give the signal for his freedom." "Is there no no possibility of a mistake?" faltered Madeline. "None. My order Included unloading of rifles." "Don Carlos?" "He Is In Irons, and must answer to General Salazar." replied Monies. With a heart stricken by both Joy and agony, she saw Montes give the signal. Then she waited. No change manifested Itself down the length of that lonely road. There was absolute silence In the room behind her. Hot terribly. Infinitely long seemed the waiting? Suddenly a door opened and a tall men stepped out. Madeline recognized Stewart. She had to place both hands on fh win- dow-sll- l for support, while a storm of motion swayed ber. Like retreat- - by National Council dcouu of Amsrlca.) (Conducted "Who Are He Whispered Hoarsely. beyond shadow of donbt that he was His step walking to his death. dragged a little, though they had begun to be wlft The old, hard, physical, wild nerve of the cowboy was perhaps in conflict with spiritual growth of the finer man, realizing too late that life ought not to be sacriYou?" ficed. Then the dark gleam that was his face took shape, grew sharper and clearer. He was stalking now, and there was a suggestion of Impatience In bis stride. It took these hidden Mexicans a long time to kill him I At a point In the middle of the road, even with the corner of a house and opposite to Madeline's position, Stewart halted stockstill. He presented a fair, bold mark to his executioners, and he stood there motionless a full moment. That wait was almost unendurable for Madeline. Perhaps It was only a moment, several moments at the longest, but the time seemed a year. Stewart's face was scornful, hard. Did he uspect treachery on the part of bl captors, that they meant to play with him a a cat with a mouse, to murder blm at leisure? Madeline was sure she caught the old, inscrutable, mocking smile fleeting across his Hps. He held that position for what must have been a reasonable time to hi mind, then with a laugh and a shrug he threw the cigarette Into the road. He shook his head as If at the Incom prehensible motives of men who could have no fair reasons now for delay. He made a sudden violent action that was more than a straightening of his powerful frame. It was the old Then he faced Instinctive violence. Madeline read his thought, north. knew he was thinking of her, calling her a last silent farewell. He would serve her to his last breath, leave her free, keep his secret. That picture of him, strangely sad and strong, sank Indelibly Into Madeline's heart of hearts. The next Instant be was striding forward, to force by bold and scornful presence a speedy fulfillment of his sentence, Madeline stepped Into the door, crossed the threshold. Stewart staggered as If Indeed the bullets he expected had pierced him In mortal wound. Ill dark face turned white. His eyes bad the rapt stare, the wild fear of a man who saw sn apparition, yet who drrbted his sight Perhaps he bad called to her as the Mexican called to thel. Virgin; perhaps h Imagined snriden death had come unawares, and this was ber Image appearing to him In some other life. are you T" he whispered, "Who hoarsely. She tried to lift her hands, failed, fried again, and held tliera oof, trembling. "It Is L Ma Testy. Yonr wlfeT dark-browe- fire-eye- flIIE END More than SO.OOO persons are en In the paper pulp Industry Canada. gaged three-year-ol- FROM GOVERNOR MOORE "If there Is anything I can do to help the great boy scout movement you may command me," states Gov. ')fiil ' O. Moore of Idaho, In a communlcat on to E. West, chief scout execi iive. "If every boy In the couniry were a member of Hie boy scout l.itt'on our problems of radicalismnry ulil i.e forgotten after one generation The boy scout is a better boy al home, nt school and on the street, lie is the better citizen In the inaUIn :." The governor Is an honorary iiiciiiIht. SCOUT TROOP "MELTING POT" In boy scout Troop 4 of Sun Fran Cisco are boys representing Mexico Assyria, Creece, Lithuania, Itussia. Germany, Italy, Holland. Frani-eEngland, Scotland and America. The boys were either born In one of the 12 countries or their parents are natives of one of them. United State Commissioner of Naturalization Itaymoiid V. Crist says: "Boy scouts form an-- f maintain the 'melting pot' among the youth of our country." . SCOUTS TO AID AIR MEN Boy Bcout "good turns" are now tu l include the aerial world. A course of Instruction for the scouts teaching them how to be of service In case of airplane accidents and bow to give assistance to pilots. Is now nn ' r consideration. The national t n Boy Scouts of America, has In principle plans suggest ed by the National Aeronautic hfs.. In tlon, the Post Office and Wnr and Nsvy departments regarding the establishment of airplane landing nelil api-rla- act-ep't- j