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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH CMIio-llCHO- 1'- I By FRANK H. SPEARMAN I Franl H' sPrman WNU Service in their , --Mlthv, Spanish owner rancho, refuses flSss of a raid by ''"i s"n" .Indians. One day JVn'lly decided to seek the :ijKearbv mission for his If the Indians strike. Don :' and h" tw0 y?u,h!I 8 . wrn from the arms maid, Monica, and are i the hills. Padre Pas- - friend of the family, fruin of the ranch and Hie raid from Monica. sl7and dimcult trip across i 'ountains from Texas to ""S Bowie, a Tex-"fwi-his friends. Ben :5 simmie, an Indian scout. of Indians who have car-;- i girls. The three lXtUZ Party of fifty-od- d clever ruse scat-ri- Z I the hills. The girls makes its way ?,'! the distraught Aldren s maid. The girls ,V Monica and the friendly California living rooms. Oi perhaps the aversion was born ol sad experience with Yankee-dye- d fabrics, their colors too for perishable the honest sunshine of the Pacific slope. When Larkin entered the room Bowie Introduced himself and his companions. "Mr. Larkin, you know General Sam Houston?" suggested the Texan. "By reputation, yes. Do you come from him?" "I come from him. Mr. Larkin, we've broken away from the greas-er- s down our way. We're flying our own flag in Texas. I'm here just to learn what I can and report back to the man that sent me." Larkin studied his visitor closely. "What are your credentials. Mr. Bowie?" he asked. "All in my head. I was directed to speak to you and make no move without your sanction. Had I brought any writing with me and been caught by the greasers it would have gone hard. By pulling together, Mr. Larkin, Texanj and Californians can establish an empire that will Bowie was nettled. "Far from it. He needed an ambassador, as you call it, who could cut through half a dozen Indian tribes athirst for am-bassadors' scalps; who could negoti- ate a thousand miles of hell's des-erts and climb half a dozen Sierra ranges and swim forty or fifty riv-ers with a mule, just for exercise; who could get fat on lizards, frogs, bugs and leather bolts, and drink blue sky for water." Dr. Doane listened without betray-ing all he felt at Bowie's impatient outburst. "You've seen service," blurted out Doane one day. He was exam-ining some scars on his patient's torso. "For a boy of nineteen you've been busy. Where did you do your fighting, son?" "Well, we've had several little brushes with the greasers. You've heard of our troubles along the Rio Grande. Santa Ana kept us on the run a while. But for every Texan he slaughtered at the Alamo, and for every Texan murdered at Goli-ad, we've taken toll. I followed Sam ing their horses, walked them up the hill toward the Texans. From the appearance and apparel of the two, Bowie judged them to be mas-ter and servant, the servant riding somewhat behind. "Buenas noches, amigos," said the leading horseman in salute. Bowie held up his hand deprecating-ly- . "No habla espanol," he ex-claimed, rising and realizing at once that he had a gentleman to deal with. "Ah! Rusos?" asKtd the Califor-nia- n pleasantly. Bowie understood that much. He shook his head. "No?" Questioned the horseman again. "Then Yanquis?" Again Bowie comprehended but denied more vigorously. "Que mas?" asked the puzzled stranger, though still politely. Still shaking his head. Bowie tried to explain. "Sorry, but I can't speak Spanish." "Hoi Americanos!" "Texans!" exclaimed Bowie with emphasis. "Not Yankees." reach from the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of California. That's what some of our people have got in their heads. That's the reason I'm in California." He waited for Larkin's response. The latter hesitated some mo-ments. When he spoke his attitude was not unfriendly but plainly it was not enthusiastic. "Things are very different with us here in California from what they were in Texas when you start-ed your fight Most of our white men are not greasers, as you call them. They are of Spanish blood, just as white as you and L These big land grants near here anyway, in several cases that I know of come direct from the king of Spain. When you talk about changing the flag you've got to deal with Califor-niano- s of that kind of blood and let me tell you, they hate the Yankees like poison. They are the kindest-hearte-most generous people in the world, but the)' don't want to get mixed up with Russians or English or Yankees. They are proud, and they are gentlemen, and they are "Ah. I understand!" "You speak English?" "A little, senor. I have heard of your Texans. Brave fellows even though they do not get on with their Mexican brothers." Again Bowie dissented vigorous-ly. "Not brothers, senor!" The don was not to be ruffled. "Neighbors, then, if you like," he suggested good-naturedl- "Neighbors, senor. But for Tex-ans, bad neighbors." The visitor shrugged his shoul-ders. "Have it as you will, amigo. A Mexican, of course, might tell another story. But you are, besides Texans, travelers and evidently pre-paring to spend the night al fresco. This gives me some concern be-cause it is certain to rain before morning, and rain will find you much exposed. And when it rains here it is likely to rain what do they say in Texas? pitchforks." While the Californian spoke he sat his horse with the ease of one sea-soned to the high-peake- d Spanish saddle. His trappings were elabo-rate; the eyes of the two scouts were IPTEB V Continued l,rlef word to the mlslon-t- e nJ, so that if you are dull be cared for. If you 7you shall be fed, and for you shall have a place continued the padre, lelt overcome. "It is too tai ill he could urge. m enough for what you j Since you have done It His little ones, my son, done it for Him. What aveyou?" I started right But how re any left after living all i the frontier, far from all jj i boy I slept on the fought Indians and rode .( . . sot finish-- he felt he might jch. leave me most grateful, u added, "yet with but :eei" j that?" ; and ball Padre. We (protection from savages animals." hall have both. But you do human life except in ( your own do you prom-- at?" list." ," added Bowie gravely, a ask one question." i that, my son?" ask your name?" Vicente Pasqual." ;ere many mea in Califor-- du!" i many as there used to t are now but few Fran-ire- s in Alta California." joked sheepish. "I didn't :"Jj that. Padre. I meant many men who would do iager what you are doing It there are, I'd like to :e ot them. Or better, be sell to do something for 60tS nf llfnntoFav Hi... I very independent So you see whal little there is in any situation here, just at present to interest Genera Houston. "At the same time you will see, if you stay a while, as I strongly advise you to do, that things are kind of well, say unsettled here, just as they are down your way. There's no denying that What's go-ing to come out of it no man can tell much better than you can. Bowie offered a few of his own thoughts. "I'm beginning to like this country. I'm going to stay a while, anyway. I'd like to live among the kind of people you describe. But I'll admit right off, I'm death on greasers and Indians." "You've seen service." Houston through. He gave me a captain's furbelow." "But there's no peace down there now, is there?" Bowie smiled. "Not so you could notice it It's guerilla fighting a good deal of the time along the bor-der. The greasers are busy in bunches all the time, and our rang-ers cut up once in a while. But no other man in California knows that much about me. So forget, it please." CHAPTER VI glued on them. Saddle and bridle were richly chased in silver. Bowie, without overlooking these things of interest paid closer at-- tention to the horseman himself. He was young and dandified it was just his unaffected good nature that checked in the rough-and-read- y Bowie any feeling of resentment at his highly particular rig. His hat with its low crown and broad, straight severe brim, seemed in keeping with the dignity of the wearer. His aspect was dark, but his mustachios, the most com-manding of his rather small fea-tures, were of contrasting lighter color and lent something agreeable to the frank, open expression of his eyes. His voice, as he chatted, was pleasant The youth wore a short dark bo-lero jacket heavily embroidered in silver and knee breeches edged be-low with silver lace. His soft buck-skin leggings were highly but pleas-ingly stamped with the fanciful de-vices of a Mexican artisan. From head to foot he nresented a oicture Bowie disappeared from Califor-nia as silently as he had come to it; but he did not forget the Irish doctor. In fact eight years later Bowie appeared once more at the door of Doane's office with as little ceremony as if he had left it the day before. There was laughing and greeting; then something close to a fight. Bowie, about to take his leave after a happy hour of talk, threw a bag of coin on the table. The doctor's ear was alert to the clink. "What's this, son?" "Souvenirs of the Rio Grande, Doctor." "Hold on. Keep your souvenirs, son." "They are to cicatrize that old In-dian wound. Doctor." "That old wound is outlawed. So U strange-lookin- g men levery quarter of the globe l:wie, to lowed by his star-t- t, soujht the office of Uarkir, respected citizen J. men, removed from their desert, valley and moun-faw- n into city streets, are as children. The Tex-elv-were objects of curi-me- n of the capital, rb, in part Californian, the kindness of the mis-w- l in part reflecting the ot the desert trail; their led and carefully carried powder horns; and the sheathed knives suspend-ei- r belts were a novelty 'il officers, the seafaring "Well, boys, we're here," re-marked Bowie that evening to his two scouts. "There's nothing to take us back to Texas till we look around. And inasmuth as the sov-ereign republic of Texas has not supplied its ambassaJors with any funds, we'll have to forge along, best we can. We've got our rifles and, thanks to old Padre Pasqual, a little powder. You can see for your-selves, boys, there's plenty of game in this country for everybody; I reckon nobody will object to our tak-ing our share." Bowie's wound in his shoulder, long neglected, called urgently for a surgeon's care. The American fron-tiersman never gave a wound much attention; he had, without asking, the best of remedial agents at hand: of distinction and detail, yet he was quite simple in manner. "I see," said the Californian pres-ently. "You are hunters." "That's why we are heading for the hills," explained Bowie, "to bring in some game and," he added jokingly, "among other things, to luy some salt." "I love to hunt," returned the don. "And nothing I like better than the hunter's supper out in the open, like this. In fact I confess it was envy that turned me up this way when I saw the fire and the party, though I was far from being in hunter's rig myself." "Where," asked Bowie, "did you learn so much English?" "I have a sister married to a Bos-ton man, a ship-owne- r. I had two years at Georgetown University." "Georgetown! I had one year there myself," said Bowie. "May 1 ask your name?" "Francisco Estradillo; and yours, senor?" "Henry Bowie. I'm a long way from Texas. This is Ben Pardaloe, and this is Simmie." Francisco nodded. "My uncle, Don Ramon Estrada, lives not far from here about ten miles. I am visiting him. You are on his rancho. You tell me you are hunting. Day after tomorrow we are to have a hunt at the rancho. You should join us. Come! Why sleep out tonight? Come with me to Don Ramon's." The Estrada rancho, a royal grant embraced a tract eleven leagues by eleven leagues. The two-stor- y ranch house crowned the brow of a gentle rise in the fertila Santa Clara Valley and looked toward the distant heights of Santa Ysabet To the north of the ranch house a group of buildings sheltered the In-dian servants and the vaqueros. Don Francisco did not escape a wetting. It was raining hard when he rode with his three Texans up to the ranch house and, first of all, de-spite the downpour, looked-- up quar-ters for his guests. Pardaloe and Simmie he lodged with the vaqueros. Bowie he took with him to his own room in the ranch house. (TO BE COST1SIED) the pure air of the plains and moun-tains and the hardiest of constitu-tions. Neglect, not care, was the rule for any wound not completely disabling. But Bowie had for once relied too much on nature unaided and at Mon-terey was obliged to seek a sur-geon. Fortunately for him a good one was at hand; Larkin introduced Bowie to him. Dr. Doane was an Irishman and Justly proud of it and he took an Irishman's fancy to Bowie. The doctor was a good prober, both physically and mentally. He had been a world traveler and was a man of parts. "I suppose I ought to say, Do-ctor." began Bowie, "that I haven't just at present got a cent in the world." "Did I say anything about mon-ey?" demanded Doane sharply. "Take off your shirt" After some weeks Bowie com-plained that the doctor's treatment was taking a good deal of his (Doane's) time. "Young man, you ought to be thanking God you haven't lost an arm instead of talking about the time it has taken to save it" snapped Doane. "You Texans. 1 lot But hear, are a quick-trigge- r some things take time. How do you like California? What brought you out here? Why do you talk about going back to Texas?" The doctor asked questions in bunches. Bowie was slow in giving his confidence, but he finally did so. Doane was Immensely interested, but he took Larkin's view of Hous-ton's dream. And why did he send you out here as ambassador? Are you in the general's cabinet?" asked the doctor. is the fee. I never want to hear of either again. I mean it." "So do I mean it, Doctor." The words grew warm. Both were inflexible. It was finally agreed to leave the Spanish doubloons in the doctor's safe in suspense, and after a bottle of wine and a lunch at Da Guerre's the old cordiality which had never really been impaired-reasse- rted itself. "So you've come back," mused the doctor. "Glad you had that much sense. Henry, this is the gar-den spot of the world. What are you going to do?" "I don't know yet I've heard talk of a man up the river who built a little fort up there and is deal-ing in furs. I've got the same scouts with me. They're trappers and want to look the thing over. The man up there is a Swiss and I hear him well spoken of." The following day Bowie traded in the travel-wor- n horses of the long trail for fresh stock. In the afternoon, with his two scouts, Par-daloe and Simmie, Bowie headed north for Sutter's place up the riv-er. They traveled light, meaning to depend on their rifles for food in a country rich in game. They camped early in the evening on a hillside near a clump of live oaks and while Pardaloe skinned a rabbit one of a brace he had brought in for the evening meal, Simmie cut up the other and Bowie built a fire. A stone's throw below where they bad camped, a well-marke- d trail wound around the brow of the hill, and while they broiled their meat, impaled over the fire on pointed sticks, two horsemen ap-peared on the trail below In the dusk of the evening these men saw the glow of the small fire and, turn- - e Mexican supernumer-ranchero- s who, ever walking, rode richly ca-uses up and down the tets. toself, though more so-a- n his scouts, found J at His eye swept harbor. Within it lay "essel from San Bias, a iornia port. A shrewd- - trader with sails in-"- H trim and fast d from Boston. A ship from Hong Kong Bd'ch Islands lay under H most interesting of Texan, a United I 01 war, rocked by a surveyed the harbor dignified distance. ft brought soldiers, Patches from Mexico, fs from San Diego, San anta Barbara. The Yan-"oug-merchandise for Cllants of Monterey and barter with Call-,ero- s and the missions "r. San Francisco de ' ' Jose. 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