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Show 'Vt ... PAGE SIX THE The TIMES-NEW- S. NEPHI, UTAH "Water Bearer Friday, November 5, 1926 "CEASE FIRING" MESSAGE THAT HALTED THE WAR 2.2.3??$ By J. ALLAN DUNN fseemed Author BAXTER C Br Dodd, Mead WNU Service Her-man- "Water-Bearer- half-circl- "Thees knife Is for all the enemy of El Nldo." He patted the hilt of the weapon with a nod of complacency and a keen look at Caleb, who was amused. Was the man half crazed? Did his twisted brain consider the stranger he had been ordered to escort as a possible menace to El NldoT "The puma was an enemy?" he asked. "SI senor. Eet lay there on that bough that overhangs the stream, the sycamore. On that bank, on the turf, below, play la senorlta Betty. Her mother Is then dead one year, la senorlta Rhe Is two. DIos I She Is In charge of Maria an' she, thees Maria, has tie her by one long reebbon to the trunk so she shall play weeth her flowers an' not fall een the creek. May the Mother of God forgeev Maria I An' me also, Luis PadlUa ! Senor, I am in love with Mnrla, we are to wed. I hav' ieave my work, I hav' follow down the canyon to talk weeth Maria ! We hav' a leetle quarrel, jus' to make up. She run a leetle way from me. I In the wood we make up. SI. An' we forget the senorlta. "Dios! Of a sudden Maria scream an' point. There is the puma on the Eet crouch to spreeng. The bough. leetle one look up an' laugh at the great cat. An' I make to leap. Then I am young an' very queek, senor. Sanctlsslma Maria, eet Is muy bueno, eet Is ver' good that I am !" Now I'adilla was rolling a cigarette with a murmured, "eef you permit, senor," riding out of the water up to the little plateau where the thing had happened with a face as suddenly void of emotion as If a light had been switched off behind a shade, intent only upon inhaling the smoke of his cigarette, seated with one leg across the saddle horn. Caleb and the Don had followed him. The last puff taken, I'adilla flung away the wisp of the cigarette end Into the stream with a savage gesture and slid to the ground. Again he was In his role, now giving pantomime to aid his words In conjuring up the happening. "Eet is by the mercy of the Good Ood tlmt Maria tie the child, senor. I could not reach the leetle senorlta In time but I reach that reebbon an' snatch her back sol Jus' as that puma spreeng. I see beem above me. all spread. He blot out the sun an', as I snatch back the baby, be yell, like El Diablo himself. His eyes shine, his teeth, I see his red mouth, I smell the steenk of his breath, I try to dodge as he strike an' I too strike, weeth my knife. He come on me like the fall of the cleef. We roll over like two beast. Senor, I cannot tell Jus what happen. Eet Is not the one who fight who can tell the story. Maria, she did not see. She hoi' the bHby in her arm, an' she sec only the end. T.ut I know I am all blood, my blood an' the blood of that Hon, hot. The smell of eet make us both mad. I theenk he has empty my belly. I tins, he claw me like thees!" And i'adilla raked himself down his shrunken side with suggestive lingers. He slash my face one time when I diKige. One time I ant down an eet Is growln' all dark. He take my arm like a dog take a hone. Senor, I heiir those leeth on my hone. An I stub, I Meek, I rut! We roll Into the creek. Me, I theenk I am nlmos' gone Hint time, but Die water bring tne hark. Eet How from me red with my blood. Hut eet flow red from the puma lw. Senor, he Is dead -- muerte ! "When I get bettor I find the who breong me bat k to El Nldo take also the body of that lion. They hev' for me that skin. Senor, eet is not much good, that sklu. My knife has spoil eet. l'.ut there Is enough to make two little rug". One for MhHb, one for tne. Those rug' eiieh In our two room' Miiria an' mine beneath the crucifix. When we pray we kneel on those rug an' we never forget our onth." Again the fire of his speevh suddenly died out and he rolled another cigarette. "You are not married to Maria?" asked Caleb. "'So, senor. That whs seventeen years ago. We wait. Eet was the great fault of Marin, also of me. that we leave U senorlta. Setmr Clinton did not punish. He geev mo praise an' offer me money which f do not take. Hut we we punish each the other. We pnniah that love which make us careles. We take the oath to God and the Mother of God that we watch always over the senorlta. Rome day Verhaps she marry, then Maria sn" t,uls marry also, eef she Is marry the food men who take care of her. Hut ef any man try to harm the senorlta. Lots Padllla, who keel th puma. I y ' held swung in a plunging to its withers behimself fore, with a lithe move, he made the saddle. "We mas' go along," he said. "The senor mus' not lose his train." Those were the last words he spoke until they reached the station a few minutes before the train pulled in. He waited until Caleb mounted the platform, then, with an "Adlos, senor," was gone, mastering the curvetting mustang and leading El Don. Caleb, In the smoker, concluded at last that the Mexican's fidelity, tinged perhaps, by some Injury In the fight from which he had never recovered, some slight lesion In his brain from the strain and excitement, had made him a monomaniac concerning the safety of his young mistress. He possessed a jealousy that he shared with Maria. It was an obsession with both of them. "I'd hate to be the man who had Luis I'adilla on his track," he told himself, wondering if the ample Maria would also be transformed Into a whirlwind of avenging fury. Here was a sample of the wilder West. It was a far cry to New England. Somehow the experience did not strike him as altogether Incongruous, And he had learned the age of Betty Clinton. close-presse- Continued fol-So- Co. am still strong an' I still hav' this knife I" Once more he half drew the steel from the sheath and thrust it back. Then he caught the horn of the saddle with one hand, twisted the fingers of the other in the mane of the mustang, set foot in stirrup and, as the brute ." CHAPTER II "A MAN TO HIS MATE" "RIMROCK TRAIL" Synopsis. Idly fishing creek,. In California, Caleb Warner, civil engineer, and a New Englsnder, la witness of the end of a coyote pulled down by two wolfhounds, urged on by a girl rider Admiring the hounds, he Introduces himself, and learns her name Is Clinton. With western hospitality she invites him to the ranch to .meet her father. At the Clinton home Warner learns his new friend's name Is Betty. He Is welcomed by her father. Southern Civil war veteran and owner of Hermanos valWarner tells them someley. thing of his ambitions and his feeling that he is destined to be a of d CHAPTER III Cox nold np your right hand, with the thumb and forefinger well apart. Do the same with your left and bring it up above your right, so that the tips of the forefingers Join, hut those of the thumb are a little apart. The oval gap represents the great bay of Golden, a mighty harbor, deep enough for all the navies of the world to swim In, a noble anchorage for commerce, dotted here and' there with Islands. Ear to the northeast, near the knuckle of your left forefinger, a river flows in, tapping two mighty valleys, too far away to serve Golden with water. Opposite Golden, across the narrow strait where bay meets sea, looms the great mount of Sereno, covered with redwoods that extend back of it, up to the northern boundary of the state, a region, half exploited, of great beauty, vast logging prospects, partly developed, of small, rich valleys. Looking to the sea, to Sereno, across the bay to the mainland. Golden queens It over an unsurpassed panorama. On Semaphore hill, where ships were signaled In the earlier days, Ca leb Warner shared the apartment of Ted Baxter, on the top floor of an ambitious apartment building. Caleb, with none too large a capital. would have chosen a less expensive, less pretentious dwelling, but he had come there first as a guest of Baxter and now they divided two bedrooms, a bathroom and a tiny sitting room, at equal expense. In the old Columbian days the two had become fast friends. It had been to a large extent the at traction of opposltes. Caleb, studying with enthusiasm, taking his games seriously. Baxter, handsome, irre sponsible, generous, blessed with an array of superficial qualities that made him a universal favorite. And with a tendency to dissipation that Caleb fancied he had somewhat checked. But that was years ago and he found Baxter fairly embarked upon the pastime of spending all the money he could get hold of in the pursuit of amusement "getting all the fun he could out of life" he styled It. Caleb fancied he Inherited this facility from his mother, a widow who spent her lime ut fashionable resorts. West and East, as fashion demanded, who tried to forget her age and who let her son, to a great extent, travel bis own path while she followed her Mrs. Baxter held the command of .ne Baxter estate. She made her son a fairly liberal allowance hut kept the larger portion for herself. Ultimately, It seemed. It would come to Baxter, If his mother remained unmarried. The two met perhapa four times a year, all told, for brief acquaintanceship. The relationship between them annulled. Mrs. Baxter drew the line at having her son appear at the fashionable resorts where she was stopping. That was a tacit understanding between them. Doubtless the widow objected to having a child Inject himself Into her realm of arrested maturity. She had deliberately set back ber clock of life. The presence of Ted corrected Time with too obvious a hand. Caleb reached the apartment a little after noon and found his friend still In bed. Baxter surveyed him with a grin that turned Into a yawn. "Nice time for you to be coming home," he challenged. "Where's your New England conscience? Stopping out all night I Give an account of yourself, you reprobate. Never preach to ma again. You're degenerating, Cal, my son. Have a gin fizz? I was out to the Beach last night With a peach. With two peaches, In fact, and another caballero. The party gathers again this evening and I'm flat What time is it? I think I'll get up. Well have lunch at the club. Cox is In town. The man I've wanted you to meet One of the Big Siege Guns of the coast." Baxter regaled Caleb with an account of the trip of the night before along the beach, visiting every boulevard resort. The "peach," it appeared, was a blond stenographer who was a "thoroughbred sport and a winner." By which Caleb tacitly understood that the young lady had acquiesced in every suggestion of Baxter's without demur. Caleb broke the tale to make his own change of clothes, to shave and take his bath. Baxter ordered luncheon at the club over the telephone, to be ready In half an hour, then switched to the garage for his car to be brought round In twenty minutes. While they waited he rounded on Caleb and demanded a statement of what he had been up to. Caleb told his story. He saw no reason why he should conceal anything and yet he had some reluctance to describe his visit at El Nldo In detail. He did not fancy that Baxter would see or would have seen the place and Its people in the same light that he did. His reservations betrayed him. Baxter seized upon the mention of the girl with a whoop and quizzed him to the limit. "You sly fox," he cried. "A beauty with chestnut tresses, riding like a centaur after borzois, chasing a coyote and catching Caleb Warner! She has you on the hip, Caleb. Romance has blossomed in your sterile Massachusetts soul. Sir Galahad and the Princess of the Hidden Valley! It's a moving picture. "I've heard of the Clintons," he rattled on. "Seen the girl, too, at the dog show, though I don't remember the chestnut locks. Next time you go my wandering gallant, I go with you." "Here's your car," said Caleb dryly, looking out of the window. Baxter gave him a bantering look and dropped the subject. The club known as The Altruists Is situated downtown, an institution grown from an early membership of writers and artists, with two big rooms and privileges, to affluence and influence. men It was full of sharing a camaraderie that was new to Caleb's conception of club life. And with them all Baxter was A dining-roosteward sought him out and Informed him that lunch would be on the table In ten minutes. "We'll look around a bit," said Baxter. "And I must get you a card. Later we'll have you up for membership." He led the way to a great room with a glided celling and many tables and cozy corners beneath it. The walla were covered with cartoons drawn by the artists of the club, commemorating past and current events, caricaturing the bright lights among them. Baxter nodded to every one in the room, It seemed, and It was well filled. There was a general air of badinage, the members reminded Caleb of grown up boys in recess from school. They worked their way through to a lounge for cigarettes and Baxter pointed Mit celebrities. As they, settled themselves at th places reserved for them. Baxter Indicated a croup of men at a round table not far from them. y good-nature- Padilla's story Indicates that he ia an unknown quantity to be reckoned with. What sort of factor la Baxter? minor faults In - 3. tto 'foar S.o HTvt lYt TIJli'M V, Q StTfrtr . 3 ISofliT! ft!f SWVww ' ' Koior Qarzlty ) alga iU rJ eeK?litt with I mm m&L Q( i St Vf A" 11 A ."H m n ? ..v W T ..VVXnK w. i J. " a. v. I - .i November 11, 1926, is the eighth anniversary of the termination of hostilities of the great World war. Tha "cease firing" order which electrified the world, and which brought happiness and peace to the fighting forces, is now a matter of historical treasure. The above is a photographic reproduction of the original order as dispatched from General Pershing's headquarters by a telegraph operator of Dayton, Ohio. The operator was William Morey, who since the armistice died and was buried with full military honors. He was a member of the United States army signal corps and retained a copy of the famous dispatch, found among his effects. "The prisoners captured about this time were frankly elated and inquired frequently why we Americans still were fighting when they had quit. They considered the war ended and saw no use In endangering themselves further. Their cause seemed futile and they knew their families were sufHigh Military Officer Tells fering. "Toward the finish of the World war of Rejoicing Among Solthe German machine guns still were active, b::t the artillery fire (Tactically diers at End of had ceased. We often were not more tiian three hundred yards away front Warfare. them, but the danger of attack had lessened. It is an old story, though, Tn Kanaji interview printed in the how Germany ceased being the agsas City Star Magazine in BW.'i Col. gressor. W. N. Hughes, former chief of staff Feared Further Warfare. of the Rainbow division, gave the fol"A grapevine report circulated Just 11th of lowing recollections of the before the armistice through our diNovember, in France, In 1.)13: vision that we were to entrain for N ARMISTICE day eislit Italy and fight the Austrians. The ruyears a;;o a great silence mor grew to the proportions of a forefell upon the fields of gone conclusion. I had been informed France. Men felt the amaz otherwise, but was not at liberty to ing stillness like a shock of pain. Then tell the men. "As we sat In our quarters the night the realization came that it was all of November 10, Col. Ruby D. Garrett, over and they gave vent to their suppressed feelings, each In his own way. signal oflicer, caught a message from It Is a date that justly should be ob- a German radio station, und we knew then tli at the fight was over. The Gerserved. A legal holiday is appropriate, hut let us not make it a carnival man Soldiers' and Sailors' league, a We have our real national communistic organization, had seized occasion. holiday, July 4, and Armistice day several of the principal radio station towers, and fur several days had been should not be considered of equal imsending messages. The operator now portance. ".Ju.-- t as Kansas City lias Its Liberty was saying that a German envoy would memorial, so every town has some sort appear over the French lines, and we of tablet or memorial to its service caught his message clearly. He asked men. It seems fitting that ceremonies the allies to observe certain signal should center there. We Americans lights and not shoot the plane down. "I immediately Informed Gen. Malin love to parade, but the public is tired of watching. I doubt whether It Is Craig, chief of staff of the First corps area, but the news already had worth while for the veterans to in marching order, although by reached him. The next morning we received word that hostilities would all means they should attend the cerecease at 11 o'clock." mony. "Societies that grew out of the war One gains the impression from talkand those that were active during that ing with Colonel Hughes that his acperiod should participate In a patriceptance of the news must have been otic program of speeches and music. casual. He speaks of It without emoThe American Legion, churches, tion, because, as he says. It occasioned houses all civic, pa- no particular surprise. schools, triotic and religious organizations "Naturally, I was about as happy as a man can be," he admits, "but my should combine. That fs enough." Colonel Hughes was billeted with principal thought was that now we his division between Metz und Sedan would have a chance to clean up. It when the armistice was signed, lie had rained most of the time we were teilM how he anticipated near Sedan. We knew, of course, that the cessation of hostilities several weeks before we would not be able to go home for a while. the armistice. "Armistice night we kept almost regEnemy Morale Shattered. "The German morale was shattered," ular discipline, although the men were he said. "I first realized this when slightly vociferous. They were alwe came upon the trenches that the lowed to shoot off pyrotechnics thnt i ri' inv bad abandoned. Among other emblazoned the rky for miles with lights. Some of the French things left behind were hundreds of U"is llie soldiers had written, but units tired their mortar gjns, and there apparently never had been able to were occasional rifle shots, inn H "Our aviators flew like bats In the "I had about fifty such letters trans- dusk, .skimming about, looping, spirallated and all were of the same trend. ling, anil falling In steep d'ves Hint The writers promised their wives and looked death bringing until the airmen mothers they wou'd come home at the flattened out and soared ugn!ti. opportunity, und licit tliey would Deep Thought and Rejoicing. "The clamor of all the chaos rose try to Klip potatoes and other food tliroiiL'h the lines. Nearly nil bespoke Into the nitMit sky along the length and an economic unrest breadth of our armies, but even In the midst of it men had long siler.ces. thinking back to things that had passed. bil"I walked over to a cross-road- s let at dusk and stood a moment In silent reflection. From out of the shadows a truck emerged, filled with a gay crowd Intent upon celebration. As I stood aside to let It pass, a sentry's challenge rang out. lie Inquired where the truck's lights were. " 'H !" replied the driver, 'you expect me to put on lights In five minutes when I haven't had any for two years? Get 'outa' our way!' The senand try grinned acknowledgement stepped aside." Reminiscences such as these make Armistice day a vital, throbbing, personal occasion. Colonel Hughes is only one of millions who, decades hence, will recall Incidents of November 11, 191 S. Ttiere were soldiers in the roads of France that night who watched old men, boys and women making their way home burdened with luggage; other soldiers who sat at French pianos, romped over the keys, crashed out chords and led a chorus of men who wanted to sing any old song. now in their homes these men will recall how Verdun's bells tolled victory at the end of the war and how the illumination was visible for many miles around, even to the Germans going homeward in the east. They will recall how. In devastated villages, carefree buglers marched before shouting, singing, dancing columns of French. American, Senegalese and Algerian soldiers und civilian celebrants who kept time with the drum beuts and shouted : "The war Is over! Fin! la guerre I Vive la France! Vive l'Amerlque !" Serious Recollections. Their tales may even revert to Paris, where President Poincare received Marshal Foch and Premier Clemen-cearead the German conditions, or they may center In any of the many countryside homes, whose owners celebrated with haggard fer- How One Veteran Looks Back Upon Time cf Conflict 1 u d vor. bus-Ines- In contemplating the anniversary, one cannot overlook the recollections of the civilized world, either. Its tales of the day are of less partisan, but It saluted equally graphic Interest In its heart, eight yenrs ago, the soldiers who fought through the years of horror and tragedy for victory. It will do so again this yenr. Kansas City Is a very small part of only one celebrating nation, but Its voice will be raised In the genWill the city reeral acclamation. Will flect soberly on the occasion? It feel toward the day as Colonel Hughes does? "We. after the years of celebrating war's victory, can not yet with confidence appoint the time when we enn celebrate peace," he declares. "We have done better tlmn Furope, which apparently has learned little from the war, but we cannot yet celebrate Armistice day In a spirit that would make It a national event." varl-colore- d 13 ARPyllSTICE DA Y PROGRESS I02G 1913 (TO BK CONTINUED.) Dog Trainers Differ in Method Most dog trainers deny the truth of the saying that you can't teach old dogs new tricks. The facts appear to he that a dog more than two years old Is more easily taught than the average puppy because he Is more capable of understanding what you wish him to do. Many an Intelligent dog Is spoiled by too Insistent efforts to correct to thi: 44rssaa girtn lwi Ho- Gftflsravl . a.3 mtOD jMliilvtMK9tnuuBy Kaar 25T of Work one's hands. The objection !s that the trick dog comes to look for signals from his master and is less likely to act on his own Initiative. On the other hand, many trainers take en opposite view and think that learning tricks Is good discipline and help In a dog's general mental development Ered C. Kelly. In Hearst's Interna through W - f 'A W ft I r U f . ,; t2 Jiba ..- ; v- - & c B i, ' t '1 the early stages of his training, ills spirit Is broken before he has an opportunity to learn things worth while. Many dog trainor even ers. In handling hunting-dogs- , Further Light on Bill From an entrance examination pa per In English : "Shakespeare wwatch dogs. Insist that they should not married when eighteen years of a be taught little tricks, such as sitting and became the father of twins, Uoidsk up and begging for food, or jumping and Juliet, at twantj-ons.- " - fT Ma. n |