CHAPTER IV—Continued eG “That's his gringo alias, Mrs. Ganby. The first Higuenes to be heard of In Spain was called James Michael Hig- gins, But the Spaniards gave it a Spanish twist. With the passage of time James Michael Higgins, the big Mick, developed Into Jaime Miguel Higuenes. When did that happen, Don Jaime?" “When the first J. M. married a red- headed Spanish woman who Insisted on spelling the name as it was pro- nounced. My ancestor was a good- natured man; having taken on Spain and the Spaniards, he did not object. Anything for the sake of family peace. So the tribe of Higuenes was born. The family migrated to Mexico early in the Nineteenth century, and my great- grandfather married the daughter of an Irishman who owned this rancho. That brought the Celtic strain up a little. My grandfather added to it by marrying a girl who was half Irish, and when he looked at his offspring he was glad he'd done it. He noticed the cross had Increased the helght, breadth, general appearance, industry and temper of the Higuenes tribe. We looked much more like Black Irish than Mexicans now, and were prob- ably, a little more than half Celt. But we had Spanish customs and a Span- ish outlook on life and Spanish was our mother tongue. Also had no reason to be other than proud of our Spanish blood, so we mixed ft with Indian. When to Texas my grandfather the Stars and Bars. He ser ther to the Virginia } and father married ginia and begot me” “You have never been nurse asked, “Never.” “Aren't you going to be ~ “1 fear not. The lone coyote chorus on the butte tate against it, Mrs “The right girl,” said Mrs. “wouldn't mind it In the forth and search for her, Don Jaime" “Impossible,” the master of Valle Verde replied lazily. “I have sheep on my hands” “If 1 can credit the In Los Algodones, you killed er of those sheep trying them.” Don Jaime nodded. “Well, why them, then?” “The foreman, Bill Dingle ving and in charge of those sheep He's a bad man and a better shot than old Antrim, Jesides, If | get th sheep off my range now will they go? Why, to somebody else's range of course, and then ‘there'd be trouble and we might lose Bill Dingle” “So you're putting up with those sheep on your rahge merely because this Antrim girl Is her uncle's heir” “That's the proposition.” “Why, is she a friend of yours? “No, I've never met her. But then no Higuenes has ever quarreled with a lady.” “I fail to see how you are going to escape a quarrel with her, Don Jaime. You killed her uncle.” Don Jaime winced. ‘Perhaps she will believe that I had no alternative: that, not until after I had killed him, did I know he was her uncle. In fact, I didn't know I had killed any- body until Ken rode down the draw and Informed me of my luck” “Well, the fact that yoy are being 80 excessively nice to her since may mitigate the affair, although one can never predict the attitude a woman will take. A woman is usually guided by her heart, not her head, Don Jaime.” Don Jaime appraised the old nurse with kindly interest. “I take It, Mrs, Ganby, that you are old enough to be guided by your head. You told me you are a widow, Have you any chil dren?” “One—~a boy of fifteen. [le has been quite crippled since hig twelfth birth- day. Infantile paralysis.” Don Jaime considered this “Sup- pose you had a comfortable home where you could be with your boy al ways—no necessity to hustle hither and yon nursing people? 1 should have a hostess here. For some time 1 have felt that Flavio's wife Is too well, elemental, for the job. This hacienda should know a gentlewom- an’s management—at nurse's wages. There are always some puppies around here, and the boy could play with them. He could raise rabbits and pigeons, I dare say, and if he can sit a horse I'll stake him to a pretty little Sonora pony and a Mexican youth to look after him. I suppose you could carry on with his schooling—you know, it does get lonesome here sometimes.” “Oh, Don Jaime! You mean it!" He nodded. “I'd like to be able to invite nice people to visit me, Mrs, Ganby, 1 should like to have my friends from the surrounding country come to dinner oftener, but I'm never satisfied with the appearance of my board, the menu or the service. I have no time to train maids and house keepers—and If I did I wouldn't know how.” “Yes, a man is very helpless. 1 should be glad to come, Don Jaime” we never moved Ht maid we fou ws here—the gall mili Ganhy.” Ganby, least, Go I heard the own- RORSID to get rid of ? of don't you get ri is still ae ‘Where or Roberta Antrim, beautiful ed BI” Valle Verde, Hackett, in Texas, Jaime, unmarried and romantle, The young ranch owner Roberta Antrim in the event of his Tom Antrim killed, death, known as “Crook- Higuenes, owner of the Rancho At the advice of Glenn controlled by Don Jaime, Don They shoot it out, “You are very kind. Ken, you run up to El Paso and get the boy. Mrs. Ganby will arrange that detail with you. Now clear out and let me sleep.” Mrs. Ganby, with tears of happiness in her middle-aged eyes, followed the assistant general manager into the ranch effice. “How Jaime?" “A long time. long have you known Don she asked Hobart. Went to the state unl. versity with him. My father and I had a cow outfit down in the Big lend country but we went broke dur- ing the post-war deflation period. Don Jaime and 1 enlisted for the World war—and spent two years guarding the border. At that we dodged more lead than some of those who went to France. After the bank closed In on the Hobarts 1 joined the rangers; now I've left them to work for Don Jaime.” “ITe 18 congenitally magnificent.” Ken Hobart | ed. “Always re- members he's caballero, Mrs. Canby. He does things with a flour- ish. It Isn't p always done it he now, birth Was His mu , 80 you see “Why Mr. Hobart? was twenty ther died giving him he's man-raised. do you suppose he en me, ou think pected he ful thing for ms a ladder princip ' te the C in civilized holds and of entertal and her d not have she that lack Don and formal” “Why Is he niece of this vicious to kil?™ ‘Because Don uenes is a ros He saw a full ture of her In man, and pic his children.” “Oh. may supply tactful yes, the had in Miguel Hig k, that's why. Hogravure ple Gentle ther of dear, photogr red hale, freckl may al irritating: she may be wit he's quite with green eyes, but 1 and selfish and hout man ily even she 20 be n " Ken Hobart, mother of his foesn’t want the that event.” said be children. Don Jaime « Higuenes tribe to vanish from the earth, but he would prefer to have them vanish rather than breed some- thing ignoble. Where will 1 find this boy of yours?" he demanded, to change the conversation, “I'm starting for El Paso now.” Mrs. Ganby wrote a note to the peo ple with whom she boarded her crip- pled son and returned to her pa- tient. “What a charming man your Mr, Hobart 1s, Don Jaime!” she began. “He'll do in a pinch”-laconically. “He Is very devoted to your In- terests.” Don Jaime did not answer. His glance was out through the arched gateway, from which the road ran straight down the valley. A mile away a dust-cloud was gathering on that road. “Somebody is coming In a hurry.” he murmured. “When they hurry it's always bad news” A solitary horseman galloped up to the gate, threw himself off and hur. ried up the steps, “Well, my friend? Don Jaime queried In Spanish, “What evil mes sage do you bring and from whom?” “Thirty riders crossed the Rio Grande at daylight, senor. They are rounding up several hundred of the senor's cattle, It Is a raid” “My thanks are due you, my friend. They will not get far. Who sent you here ?™ “The American customs agent at Los Algodones, Don Jaime. He bids you send your riders to head them off before they recross the river with your cattle” “Return and tell bim 1 have bunt forty men available. The others are attending a balle at the Rancho Ver- dugo. Forty men will be sufficient, I think. Return to the customs agent with my gratitude for his timely warn- Ing and tell him my men will start in ten minutes, perhaps less.” The man touched his hat, flung him- self on his horse and galloped away. Don Jaime lighted a cigar and smoked contentedly, while Mrs. Ganby watched him with alert curiosity. Presently Ken Hobart, arrayed in his “town” clothes, came to announce his impending departure, “Delay It until tomorrow, Ken,” his employer ordered casually, “I have “In the And he recounted the tale brought by his recent visitor. “Take forty men and ride for the river. If this man's tale is the truth you will have work there. 1 think, however, he lies, Have Caraveo arm the other men avallable and instruct him to have them remaln in the barns with their horses until I send him word that he Is not golng to be needed.” “A plant, eh?" “I've been expecting reprisal, Ken I told this messenger 1 had but forty men available but would send them im- mediately. Go with them. Then we ghall see that which we shall see, 1 smell sheep.” Hobart departed to fulfill his orders, and Don Jalme stretched himself for his siesta, Suddenly he opened turned to Mrs. Ganby, Flavio to assist me to enter my house a job for you.” his “MM ense eyes and tell Valle Have “Impossible,” the Master of Verde Replied Lazily. i Sheep on My “There 1s mo lust to the about he said south ten, I thi When to ! peon picked 0 time up In his in al de an 4 Then he dep arted spoke “You will oblige me by locking and bolting that door, Mrs. Ganaby,” Don Jaime requested gently, Presently came the sound of hurry. ing feet on the veranda, and through the fron-barred tiny window that gave on the veranda Mrs, Canby saw men standing about. There came a smart rap on the dor, “Who's there? Don lenged in a ringing volce. “Open the door,” a rough volce com- manded. “We want you and we're go- ing to have you." “Ah, so it is my friend Bill Dingle I have been expecting you, William, ever since you so thoughtfully sent one of your men with a false ery of raiders from below the Border, 1 sent forty men. Your lookout in the hills saw them ride out, and when they had passed you decided my hacienda, deserted save for the women and children, and kill me in some un. pleasant manner. Is It not so? There was no answer to this and Don Jaime's mocking langh floated through the window. “Now, Dingle, my poor fellow, consider the situa- Jaime chal “Quien es?” to come to tion. A hundred armed men surround this poor house of mine. Go you, Friend Dingle, to the patio entrance and look.” A murmuring rose among the recent arrivals and one of them ran to the entrance of the patio. A volley of good old Anglo-Saxon curses echoed through the old-fashioned garden, then the man came running back to join his fellows, “Is seeing belleving, Senor Dingle?" Don Jaime called pleasantly, “You win, Higuenes" “One by one you will go to the en- trance and give up your arms to my riding boss. It would be madness to resist. You shall not be killed and presently you shall all return to your sheeps—1 mean sheep, Forward! March hi” A moment's voleed colloquy, a the retreat to menced. A few a little 1 low- and com- hesitation, more curse or two, the entrance minutes later Enrico Araveo, pockmarked Mexican, ng, sardonic face up to with ing rings at her. his terror “The ed tude « are ou trespa Don and guenes.” “does not quan Mrs least” rrel with Ganby's eves | declared, Don id have ter and only she yantes wrote ard cou berta Antrim's up the graveled drive y to the portals of Hillcrest, and Har butler, came down the steps and 1 o the door. “Mr. Latham came hon ago, miss” he confided, must have happened In the city to- day, miss, He's worried—walking up and down the drawing room and talk ing to himself. I'm a bit worried about the master, miss" “Thank you, Harms, kind.” A foreboding of disaster brought loberta flying Into the living room. Crooked Bill sat huddled in a reading chair, his face In his hands his at. titude reminiscent of profound despair. “Uncle Bill! What's happened?” Crooked Bill's old hands merely clasped his features tighter. He wagged his head and moaned, “I'm through. My brokers sold me out this afternoon. Oh, Bobby, Bobby, what a massacre! I stayed as long as I dared, but when the last Jump came | realized that only a crazy man would continue in this crazy market. ¥e an hour “Something You're very One old writer tells us that: “Cat. tle are struck with such terror at the approach of these insects (flies) that they forsake the pastures and run, fu. rious, in every direction, until exhaust ed by fatigue they sink down and ex- pire. Even the elephant and rhinoceros, though they cover their thick hides with a coating of mud, are unable to protect themselves from these trou blesome persecutors. Their attacks are not confined to the brute ereation; and when they sting a human being, violent tumors are produced, and ev- ery part of the body becomes as If infected with leprosy.” When to this graphic description of the terrors excited by the advent of such flies, are added the further well known facts that In the East, some make thelr way Into the nose, ears and eyes to breed, others bore into and deposit their eggs In the flesh, where maggots are produced, frequent causes of very painful and often dan gerous ulcers, we can readily under stand the awfulness of the plague whereby Almighty God would drive Pharaoh and the Egyptians to do his will, before he should be compelled to inflict greater troubles upon them. — Exchange, Silver as Germ Killer Although it was discovered In the eighties that water kept in a silver or copper vessel acquired certain germ. killing properties, it was only recently that a scientist in Paris found a com mercial adaptation for the phenome non. Silver chloride mixed with potter's clay and baked at a high temperature is employed as a filtering medium, says Popular Mechanics Magazine, and it has been found that water passing through such a filter has the property of killing typhoid and other germs, while itself containing no silver. Previous researches had demon strated that, If silver is to sterilize ef. fectively, it must have enormous sur. face. It was therefore converted into minute bubbles, which make It pos sible to kill all germs In 10,000,000 Ii. ters of water, - WRU Bervice invest another dollar that 1 didn’t have it brokers I'd gone the limit me out. I'm all washed 1 declined to for the reason I told my and to sell up.” “Must we leave Hillcrest?" Roberta queried In a strangled voice. “We must,” Crooked Bill replied heroically. “I have enough to pay off the servants and maintain us in re spectability at some modest hotel until we can look around and see what the future holds for us, but after that—" “After that I'll take care of you, dear Uncle Bill.” Roberta's volce was tender, the touch of her lovely cheek to Crooked Bill's wrinkled jowls was very soothing to that wretched wreck of a financier. “Sheep are up and so ig wool, Uncle Bill. Don Prudenclo Alviso writes me that Uncle Tom's sheep are worth at least two hundred thousand as they stand, and he has over a hundred thousand pounds of wool In transit to a wool house In Bos. ton. And good wool Is quoted in to- day's paper at thirty cents a pound. Uncle Tom has a ranch of sorts Don Prudencio doesn’t think mu it and says It Is not of ready sale, but we can live there and carry on in sheep business" “You no conception of what you are proposing to me,” Crooked Bill groaned, ‘Si are terrible” ava aiso, the have taken line9 ling? poor sport you no, ther to the las you're We'll batt and I'll pened to if he renews heard Glenn Hackett’ 1 Bill received his guest at once conducted hin talk fast, my boy,” he toberta comes down, I'm supposed to have gone bust In the market-—Hillerest has been gobbled up by my bankers to meet my I'm down to a couple of thousand dol- lars. In a word, h—Il pops Semeraliz. " Glenn Hackett stared at the old gen- tleman owlisghly. Crooked Bill con- tinued : “I hope 1 do not have to assure you, Glenn, that in so far as Bobby is con cerned I'm for you all the way.” “Thank you very much plied. “I have suspected as much for quite a while” “That girl is too dog-gone high and mighty to suit me,” Crooked Bill con- tinued, sipping his drink with medita- tive pleasure, I've cooked up a scheme to bring her fluttering to the ground. loheria’s the light of my eve and the apple of my heart, theless, as a reasoning human I've got to admit she has her backs. She's got to be yanked got in “before Wenn notes, wo attempting to do it. All of her life I've been busy spoiling Roberta granting every wish she expressed and a heap she never thought of express. ing. That's bad business. Now, then, here's my plan. 1 came staggering in, playacting all over the place, and moaned aloud that 1 was out of the market, that my brokers had sold me out because 1 didn’t dare stay with the game any longer. Well, as a matter of fact I am out of the market. My brokers did sell me out—-but on the right side of the ledger, and as a result ve cleaned up about ten mil long, I've arranged with a trusted friend to pretend he's bought Hillcrest from the bank to which I had given a deed. Well, 1 did give the bank a deed, as security for more money to play this crazy market, but 1 could afford to. 1 was miles ahead of the hounds—playing on margin, I've jeased this place for July, August and September—and Roberta is so sorry for me she's going to sell out her Uncle Tom's sheep and wool and take care of me the remainder of my days.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) This Mother Had Problem rule, milk is about the best food for children, but there are times when they are much better off without it. It should always be left off when chil. ] : | dren show by fever- inh, fretful or cross spells, by bad breath, coated tongue, sallow skin, indigestion, biliousness that thelr stomach and bowels are out of order. In cases like this, California Fig Syrup never falls to work wonders, by the quick and gentle way It re- moves all the souring waste which is causing the trouble, reg es the stomach and bowels and gives these organs tone and strength so they continue to net normally of thelr own accord, Children love lig rich, fruity flavor and it's purely veg and harmless, even for babler Millions of mothers have proved its merit and rellability In over 00 years of steadily Incr ing use. A West ern mother, Mrs, May Snavely, Mont- rose, California, gays: “My | Edna's, tendency to constiy a problem to me until I began givin her California Fig Byrup. It helped her right away and soon her stomach and | were acting perfectly. Since then I've never had to have any advice about her bowels. I have also used California Fig Syrup with my little boy, with equal success.” To be sure of getting the genuine, which physicians endorse, always ask for California Fig Syrup by the full name, Ag a te ete, 3 retable wel Owes Lit by Dummy Windows Dummy or imitation 1 Act romly When Bladder Irregularities Disturb Sleep Heed promptly bladder ir- reg burning, scanty and too rogue passage and it. They 1 jen ularitics ’ Doan's s Pil ills. No other adver- tised diuretic is so widely used. None so well recommended. et Doan’s today. A Diuretic for the Kidneys Its Value Do you really that X-ray m Oh, a great gee the money Patient do good with Doctor- good! We tient’'s pocket *A Clear Brain needs - a clean stomach VYWheunintest nal poisons and accamulations clog his system, your child ies likely to fall down in his studies, lose needed eners gy, grow anaemic, Keep him clean Mae and you keep him vitally fit, Garfield Tea, at least twice @ week, ir a pleasant, harmless way to cleanse internally. (At all druggists). SAMPLE FREE: Ger ietd Ton Co. P.O. Boo oklym N.Y, | arfield d Tea much achine? deal of in 2a pa- yes, with it First Haad Kaowledge “A ost the don't want to r “How do you knowi(” “I've asked ‘em. of 8 that come here When a man is compelled to pawn his watch it changes hands RHEU- MATIC PAINS There arc many causes of rheumatism, Henes, no one remedy can cure all cases, But if the cause of YOUR rheumatic pains is excess uric acid, then you should know that by taking Gold Medal Haarlem Oil Capsules you can stimulate your kines to carry off more uric acid poison. In years this fine, old medicine has Ah millions, Insist on GOLD MEDAL. She & The. FREE A generous sample, free, if you print your name and address peross this advertirement and mail to Department “G”, care of GOLD MEDAL HAARLEM OIL COMPANY 230 36th Stree, Brooklyn, New York
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers