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Show If- niC CARMENoMlHO By FRANK H. SPEARMAN CHAPTER XV Continued 15 The Texan was at good ai hit Carmen rode up to where he had halted, a look pasted between them that only they understood. The three rode together. As they approached the river Carmen pointed. "Do you see those two cabins across the Melena?" Bowie looked. "I do see them. word. BULLETIN When What are they?" "Two uninvited neighbors of ours Americanos, who have settled 0 Frank was heard by the ears of a frontiersman trained by many surprises to catch unusual sounds. In the fewest possible moments a horseman, galloping up to the nearest table, threw himself from the saddle. The drooping head of the pony, his desperate panting, the froth that flecked his chest and dropped from his muzzle, the nerv ous champing at the bit an told the story of a grueling ride. The dismounted rider lifted his hat and looked, dismayed and inquiringly, among the revelers as if searching for someone. Bowie rose from his seat at the table. "Pedro!" he called, raising his H. Spearman WNU Sarvice "Hit's Deaf Peterson, Mort. Got any whisky? One o" the boys et got a bad toothache keepin us au awake." "What boy?" "Can't hear y. Mort Got any whisky? One o' the boys ez got a bad toothache keepin' us all" 'What did you wake me up for?" demanded Blood sourly. With this abusive retort he threw open the door. Pedro understood then why Bowie had taken the east door. The faint rays of light already in the eastern sky struck Blocd, standing barefoot in shirt and trousers, pistol in belt and knife in scabbard. Carmen scimtd to him never to two. send for design No. 8707, and xnaku this perfectly yourself looked so lovely yet there was anxiety in her eyes that she could not wholly conceal. 'Shall I confess?" she murmured. have charming style at practically no flattering expense. It's to your figure, with soft front fulness in a skirt that sways and rip ples gracefully with your every step, and a corsclot waistline, topped by gathers. The wide straps button across in the back, you 6ee, making it stay put securely on the shoulders. Make the jumper of plaid wool, corduroy, jersey or velveteen; the blouse of flat crepe, challis or jersey. Detailed sew chart included. dee-vine- "I haven't slept, and I have hardly eaten since you left. Mother of God, what a relief to see you! You ar sure you are not wounded?" "No." "Honestly?" "Honestly." "Tell me, did you find him?" "Yes." ly "And what happened?" "Nothing, or next to nothing." 'Tell me everything, everything." Pattern No. 8707 is deslened for sizes "Simmie and Pedro went with hand. 11, 13, IS. 17 and 19. Sire 13 requires 3 Bowie, facing west stood with his me. We surprised him, and he is "Senor Bowie!" exclaimed the material for Jumper; yards of with relief. "Please! Will face in shadow. He had neither now Jailed at Monterey on a charge IV, yams XMnrh material for For on his knife nor person. blouse; 2 yards for of murder." you speak with me?" The vaquero pistol Send order to: walked rapidly beyond earshot of what he meant to do, either might "But where do you come from?" the tables, the Texan following him. prove his undoing. Simmie and Pe"From Monterey. I rode over SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. "What is it Pedro?" asked Bow- dro had ample coverage if needed. with hm." 14S New Montgomery Ava. ie. "What has happened?" Like the spring of a mountain lion, I breath. "If She drew a deep Calif. Baa Franclire "Senor Bowie Sanchez!" Bowie came down on the squatter, told you how I am to see you Enclose 19 cents In coins for happy sides. his at "What about him?" pinning both his arms Size back, unharmed, you wouldn't bePattern No "He has been murdered." In vain Blood tried to get his right lieve me!" They were looking Name in of the the pistol hand on grip Address straight into each other's eyes. PerCHAPTER XVI his trouser band. Raging, he itrug haps it was too intense. She took to reach hand his left with gled her eyes from his, looked down and "Who killed him?" the haft of his knife. But he was resumed more calmly. "We are Speed of Torpedoes Pedro, under his Indian restraint, held in a loop of iron muscles capa breaking camp tomorrow morning. I flamed. "That Americano, El Cap- - ble of cracking his ribs. to have should we told our guests itan Blood." Most modern type torpedoes can Blood bit and gouged in his in go home. They wouldn't stay after abroad "Is that bushwacker be adjusted before being launched. sane way until Bowie delivered a us so we are all for home tomoragain? How did it happen, Pedro?" row. And the men are trying to demaking their speed vary accordsnapped Bowie. ing to the distance they are to cide what can be done with the "This afternoon Sanchez, with his travel. For instance, the most are everywhere." They squatters. Felix, was over across the nephew powerful types about 21 inches in ; The best thing to do with 'em river, looking for some stray cows. diameter and more than 20 feet alL" 'em to be would hang While Felix worked along the Melelong can travel through water for "Are you serious?" na, Blood saw Sanchez on the bin, approximately six miles at a maxfide set rode up to him and ordered him off "Quite. They're not bona imum speed of 30 miles an hour tlers. They're bushwsckers and his land you know, senor." before their power is spent If "I know. Go on!" snapped Bowie. bums, here to steal what land they adjusted for a shorter distance, can and sell it to the real settlers i "Sanchez told him It was not his the same torpedo will however, no won't come and that be he wanted that when land but quarrel they for travel one, two or three miles with him and rode away. Before long now either." about mad are of 40 miles or better at a simply speed Sanchez had gone fifty yards Blood are calling the last dance. JUNIORS this season, and their an hour. Pathfinder. They The him. fired at drew his rifle and But you are too tired?" great favorite is the pinafore bullet struck Sanchez in the back. "Not tired, but you know I'm a jumper! If your clothes budget Is He fell from his pony." poor dancer." just about used up and you're still "Did he die right away?" well pining for a pinafore jumper or dance "You She laughed. "He died before we got him to Salt Lake's NEWEST HOTEL enough. Shall we try it? Oh, there's the house. Felix had ridden out of a young don coming my way. Don't the swamp when Blood rode up to him carry me off!" let and talk He the heard Sanchez. led her out He was wel Bowie saw the shot fired. Blood turned on comed by the couples in the set him and swore he would kill him, and under the inspiration of the A General Quiz too, if he ever caught him that side scene he threw himself into the of the river again. So Felix loaded steps. If he could not be called Sanchez on his own pony and graceful, he was at least energetic. The stol home." friend my brought The Question voice To hear Carmen laugh when she broke. id Indian's 1. Who speaks the Romany lan corrected a misstep, to watch the "Get my horse. Pedro. Wait here euage? for me. I will go back with you. Is play of her rich mouth, of her daz 2. Can birds look at an object Simmie at the rancho?" zling teeth and her red lips, to note with both eyes at the same time? the flash of her quick eye and the "He is, senor," Who asked "Am I my broth 3. to the Bowie walked slowly back Banting rise and fall of her full er's "Who's There?" keeper"? bosom when the dance was done tables. The guests had risen. Pine 4. The name Joe Miller is ason fastened walked were aflame his torches and, proudly away blow that stunned him. In that frac and she sociated with a bonchead play in at convenient places, afforded light tion of arm, would be enough to stagger baseball, a stale joke, or the man second a Bowie, thrusting were man a colder of than senses the for play gamesters. They caught the the would not mar- on the flying trapeze? Carmen stood with his left leg upward, ing Twenty-Onhis knee. the Texan. If she arm under 5. Where was "the shot heard right squatter's a group of ladies who were discuss When this released his own left hand ry, as she had once told him, she the world" fired? around Bow was certainly friendly. ing her dinner. Approaching, flew at Blood's neck. his 6. How fingers many vice presidents ie signaled to her. As she Joined The entire household of Guada- have later become President? front Despite the rolling and writhing. him she saw from his face that to pay were over next TEMPLE SQUARE Carmen was startled next day something was wrong. "What is the squatter was held in a vise that lupelast tribute to themorning dead vaquero. the I to close Answer The when two carretas were unloaded at it Senor. Bowie?" she asked hur cut off his wind. Hovering Opitdts lbnwa Ttasta Martinez said the funeral the two men as they threshed about Padre and the ranch house. "Certainly," she riedly. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED 1. Gypsies speak the Romany from fellow riders the said as she stood with Dona Maria Rate $150 to &00 "I bate to tell you, senorita, but the floor, stood Pedro; alert to help, Mass, rancho carried the unhappy Indian language. It's a ssaik of dUtinctioa re Hop and Bowie, watching the servants I must explain; yet I don't want Simmie, with pistols in each hand. to his 2. The owl is the only bird that grave. at this bsiiriful hostelry to use one carry in supplies, "you Americanos to spoil your party. Don't let any- stood inside the door ready to shoot At dinner that afternoon Dona Ma- can; all others have ERNEST C. ROSSRER, Ms are wonderful" one know. Control yourself. San either way to repel squatters if to see a other single eye or the Blood's one frantic yell bad been ria spoke out in no uncertain tones. "But please remember, senorita, chez has been murdered." thing. she address"Senor said, a himself. But Bowie," He went on with the story despite heard or to finish Blood I am not an Americana I am 3. Cain. ing him directly, "Don Ramon feels Suffer for Others Tejano. You said the merienda her horrified expression. She obeyed no squatters appeared. 4. A stale joke. would last three days. And there his caution so well that be mar The squatter, half choked, hoarse it isn't quite right to say what I'm Alas! we see that the small have Concord. 5. will be some good eaters among our veled at her restraint and bloodshot hair and beard wild. going to say, but I don't care and 6. Nine six by death and three always suffered for the follies of "It would do no good to tell Don his shirt torn away in the scuffle. Carmen thinks just as X do, even if by election. guests. There won't be much of aO the great La Fontaine. , Ramon or Dona Maria at this tim- e- was quickly bound with rawhide she doesn't say so. I think that if left to carry home." , these things It is sometimes more fun to get do you understand, senorita?" as strips. It was light enough to make Rancho Guadalupe can be saved She reflected and sorrowfully outfaces. He burst into a torrent of from these marauders that are ready for a trip than to make the this won us on every hand, robsented. have "I spoiled with her assistants, Carmen, trip. profanity. "I'll have the law on you threatening had a capital time getting ready for derful party for you. Carmen, only for this, you greaser's pig!" he bing us of horses and cattle every why shouted. day and stealing our land, you are her picnic. The weather favored because I felt I should tell you Pewith am leave. must I I riding the the only man that can save it AU from out set the party her, and "Easy, Blood," suggested Bowie, we ask is to be allowed to die in rancho in high spirits; indeed, with dro back to the rancho. You would unconcerned. "If you want your and I peace in our own home and withthe family, the servants and the naturally want to know why, coat pick it up. You're taking to He somehow you. lust couldn't out protection even that may be and vaqueros loaded with hampers, "Senorita. it's those squatters, and ride." denied us. Tell us, Senor Bowie, the two carretas, the string of do you mean?" thundered would him to folyou come back at any price horses and riders looked like a cav- Blood's the leader. Withbolder and the"What squatter. Then suddenly he or on any terms to Guadalupe? getting alcade. It was led by Senorita Car- low, they are can shoot down Don wrenched furiously at the thongs on What can we do to coax bolder. If they you?" men, attended this time by Bowie. like this on his his wrists; but Pedro had tied too Ramon's vaqueros . Don Ramon was smoking calmly. As was befitting, they were early what many rawhide knots to feel uneasy well ask, rancho may you Carmen toyed with her fork and on the ground among the first next? Blood must be caught before over his efforts. and a busy morning went to mak- -' he kept her eyes as closely glued on it can get away as he will till "I mean you're going to Monterey as if she were afraid it might get ing all ready and greeting new ar- this thing blows over." for jailing with a charge of murder away. But Dona Maria's eyes rivals. Following the annual cusShe raised her eyes. The light of flashed with earnestness as she tom, the first dinner late in the day the campflre struck them, flooding against you." was a gala affair before settling their her plea. made be will "You careful?" depths. There was dancing that night at down, ostensibly at least, to the she stammered. Taken aback by the sudden onthe merienda. The camp was light- slaught Bowie sat for a moment work of gathering strawberries. "I am always careful." Don Ramon presided at the first ed by bonfires and torches, and dons silent He soon felt he must say se "But this time very careful, .table with his Dona and Senorita nor." and donas, old and young, were something but couldn't make up his as hostesses. Henry Bowie and a will be." "I stepping to the music of guitars and mind what to say. "It wouldn't be few special guests sat with them, a question of terms, Dona Maria," shall neither sleep nor rest till the snapping rhythm of castanets. "I i The dinner was featured by game he said at length. "But it would be you come back." the voices and The laughter light provided by Guadalupe vaqueros. hard for me to get away from Cap"I may have to take him to Mon ' Bowie complimented the hostess on terey. There may be delays. Tell ringing through the pines, the soft tain Sutter. I should have to talk the serene its variety. Don Ramon in the morning that beating of the guitars, with him before X could give a defi"I was lucky," she confessed to will be time enough. Adios, Carme- - shadows of the dancers moving nite answer. I've told you, and I him in an aside. "Sanchez brought lita." through the figures of quadrille and tell you again, that the happiest in practically all of it the venison She could only utter "Adios.1 minuet snd the scene lighted by the days of my life have been spent at and elk and the quail and pigeons Pedro took a fresh pony, and the glare and glow of the scattered fires Guadalupe. I have an affection for all in two days. Sanchez is the best ride back to the rancho was made struck into Bowie's sensibilities as the rancho Itself as well as for its hunter on the rancho." in good time. Bowie routed out he neared the camp on his pony late household; I think you all know that Carmen was walking on air. Her Simmie. in the evening. He was alone and, But I must think things out I should face reflected every emotion a hap- If the darkest hour is just before walked to like to stay down over Sunday, anypy hour could awaken: low bubbling the day, it was certainly dark when tethering his mount, be way." laughter; natural color deepened by the ponies of Bowie, Simmie and the fringe of the spectators. Senor," exclaimed "Delightful, ' and the Melena and to excitement; quips Pedro splashed through It took some little time for him pleasure In relief. "Then Dona MaCarmen retorts rolling from a ready tongue; swamp and forded the river a mile single out one he was looking for. ria and I can have a few long rides ' teeth and eyes that flashed together. or so above the squatter colony. She stood among the onlookers but through the bills without being were men served, Half an hour later the three And when the wines a little her eyes fixed on the afraid of being carried off." her guests at the tables under the walked single file, like ghosts, up dancers.apart Carmen did not neglect her opporof Blood's shack. fervor door east to the , trees sang with extraordinary a drinking song punctuated by the Bowie knocked. It was some time She heard a mild voice behind tunity. She was in the saddle early seno- next morning, waiting for Bowie, popping of corks and the clinking before there was any answering her: "You are not dancing, who had been out with Pedro beof glasses. In fact, Bowie's wines sound. "Reaching for his pistol," rita?" He knocked fore sunrise to look over the cattle himself. to more Bowie than said to to meet the almost whirled She inspiring proved equal one drinking song. And as the din- - again Just as he heard a movement words. She clasped her hands. "Oh, suitable for a matanza. Since the was being depleted by thieves ner progressed, the senoritas raised within. Senor Bowie. Thank God, you are herd almost daily, Don Ramon wanted to "Who's there?" the words came their glasses with the caballeros to back!" turn as many head as possible into in the loud hoarre tones of a man augment the choruses. "Only keeping my promise." no awakened. Bowie, snd making money. Bowie changed horses in of this In the mfdst hilarity just ; She regarded him with startled double-quictime when he saw Car the final moments of the parting day answer, knocked a third time. men and they rode into the hills. "Who's there?" This time the tone eyes. "You sre not hurt?" a clatter of hoofs was heard among ' "No indeed." -" At least, it was savage. . the more distint pines. i TO BE COXTINI ED) there." "But that is on the rancho." "They seem to think our rancho Is theirs. They are what you call squatters." "They should be driven off. Does Don Ramon know?" "He has been across there to see them. One of them is your old friend. Captain Blood. He pointed a rifle at Don Ramon and told him to get off his property or he would shoot him. And said, incidentally, there were too many greasers in this country, anyway." Carmen spoke in the calm tone most calculated to arouse the anger of an honest man. Bowie exploded. He swore sav agely in English. "I don't understand," said Car men innocently, though she had a pretty correct idea of bis language. "If Don Ramon allowed that . . blurted out Bowie. "He was unarmed. And be didn't want to get killed." "But somebody's got to do something. These scoundrels will gob ble the whole rancho piecemeal. " Carmen sighed. "Discouraging for the poor Spaniards," she said resignedly. "But the good God will do something for us. We are going too far, tenor; let's turn this way to the valley. Does Guadalupe look very different to you from what it used to?" At dinner the talk turned on the squatter problem already seriously agitating the owners of the rancbos about the bay region. The scum of camp followers, always ready to move and emboldened by Fremont's invasion, had spread over the land like noxious insects, devouring all in their path. But Carmen's heart was set on the merienda, for the success of 'which she was accountable, and next morning she had a long list of i things to be done in making ready for the picnic. Bowie was called on to such an extent that a more sophisticated man might have suspect--. ed she had sent for him chiefly to help her. The Texan, however, enjoyed his work hugely and, having 'wrung from Don Ramon the privt-- . lege of supplying the wine, made a trip to Monterey for some imported vintages and for those delicacies (procurable only along the shipping h short-sleev- long-sleeve- ! Jtsk Me JUiother ; Q : e. Hotel , ; , . i k ;i..r - |