Orland Zenith, Volume 17, Number 17, Orland, Steuben County, 2 August 1916 — Page 2

THE ZENIT

ORLAND, INDIANA

or not that light should dawn again in Dorothy U{ 'ton's eyes. He bit hlsl Ups till the blood came and ran dowii, a-salty trickle, into his mouth. Upton looked at Kynaston grimly as he hung the fifth card into the widow anal settled himself to play his hand. J! “ ‘PatienceTand shuffle the cards,' as the Spaniards say. Wait a bit, Kynaston.” i He laid dc[wn his hand for a moment and shakiagly lit a cigarette. “Who’ve yojb got at home, Kynaston?" A “Sister. Way? What’s that got to do with it?" j , . - "How old ajre you. son?”

“Twenty-fivtf Still, why?” “An' I'm sixty-five. Did you aim at that man, I Kynaston? As God is your judge, answer me!" And straight as a shot came Kynaston’s answer. ”1 aimed as deliberately at him as 'I *ver aimed at anything in my life. flSidlyou?” ”1 did. Ala! lyin’ more than ordinarily I do. I can say that if I did miss it’s the -first time for a long time. Did you see the body?" “No. They covered it up with the blanket too quick for me to see. Why?” “1 wonder i£ it’s possible that wa both plugged him.'

“That’s got nothing to do with it." said Kynaston roughly. "They only claim one of us, Play your hand, Upton! What ails'you?” “Nothin’, like to bet that ’ if you killed him he's got two bulletholes in him. I must say I don't like the idea of havin' a clean miss set down against J me —takln’ up the widow, are you?" - For Kynaston, the play passing to him, quietly laid down his hand and picked the five cards from the center of the table. “Wouldn't have me stand on two small pairs with the stakes we’re playin’ for, would you?” v There was little mirth in the jest. Just so do men jest who, standing on the Peaks of Peril, look down into the Valley of the Shadow. Just so have Anglo-Saxon men jested from time immemorial, playing with death as boys do with marbles, holding if indeed to be a little thing where honor is to be gained.

The older man speculated. Then he threw down a card. This gave him the right on the next play to throw down one card and pick up two. “Shall we turnf up the cards?" The sweat had started again on Kynaston’s face.lbut he summoned a laugh—it was the , poorest imitation that was ever ' and flung down v - ■ n. ■ v. - king, one sdvei iffaA —two fours! “If you've got anything at all in your hand as it is, you have me beaten. I can’t betteii my hand from what 1 threw down. In the name of Heaven, Upton, show down!” Upton, witaj a quick look at his_ young opponent, laid his hand quietly upon, the table. Three jacks peered out from behind a seven spot. “I was aiming to speculate again on the next round if you hadn't dropped out an’ then try for the four jacks. Want a.drink?” Kynaston nodded, smiling wanly at his host. “It's all right, old man," he said presently. “It’S as it should be. You

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see you’ve got Dorothy to look after —and —I’d have liked that Job myseli if the cards had fallen the other way—” Upton whistled. "Good Heavens, boy! Does she know?”

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Kynaston shook his head softly. "No. It came too late for me to tell her. She must never know, Upton. Not a word of this. Ul go down at dusk. Vou must get the ladles in the back room on some pretext. They would raise the deuce and all if they knew—and then 111 walk on down.

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"I shall not take a rifle with me. but 1 will take that little thirty-eight automatic of yours. It may come in handy in the time of need, and 1 can hide that where a heavy gun would be detected. And now, if you don’t mind, old fellow, I'll trouble you f#r a sheet or two of paper. “If 1 am reported as killed over here the American papers would jump to the conclusion that I had deserted. Then I’ll have a couple of notes that I d like you to deliver when —when — when I've gone down there.” “Kynaston! I don’t like,to ask you this —but, man and boy. I’ve known the army for fifty years, and I know that an officer doesn’t get a chance to put by any money. Were your people army people?" "Yes. Why?” "Is your sister dependent upon you in any way?" "None of your business, Mr. Upton," said the youngster. "No one need be concerned in this matter but you and me. We played the game. I lost, and I mean to pay." There was no mistaking the tears in the old man’s eyes as he looked steadily at his opponent. “I know," he said slowly, fiddling with the pack, though his hands shook. “I know, i won't insult you by offering to trade places with you. You have answered my question, boy. If it is any small comfort to you, you can rest assured that your sister shall be provided for. Where’re you goin’ ?’’ "To my room a moment. IT! sea you when 1 come back.”

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there and tell them that my troop has orders to come across after me if 1 am not back by daylight, and maybe if they are confronted with a bluff like that it may work. What do you say?” ■'Say?” growled Upton. ‘‘I say that when you are once In their hands you won’t have any more chance ’n a snowball in Tophet. No, my boy. you stay here.” "I think I can escape from them even If I do surrender. No, Upton, it must be done as I say; I will accept their terms and go down there.” "You’ll do no such fool thing,” growled Upton again. “You don’t suppose that I’m goin’ to profit that way, do you? No, sir! I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Kynaston. We’ll play for it—a game of whisky poker for three chips. Whoever gets three chips first gives himself up in the morning. What do you say?” “Fair enough," said Kynaston. “Slightly higher stakes than I’m used to playing for, though," he observed grimly as his host took a pack of cards from the table drawer. “When you consider the amount of a lieutenant’s pay, you'll realize the size of the stakes. Go on; deal, and 'may God defend the right!’ ” Kynaston picked up his five cards, carefully sorted the ace-high aggregation to the left of his hand, considered the "widow.” He threw down the hand and picked up the five cards from the center of the table. Upton stood pat. The show-down showed three aces in Kynaston's hand as against kings and sevens. Upton took a chip. The cards passed to Kynaston. Both men became intent upon the game. In the second hand, with Kynaston dealing, Upton passed, and Kynaston turned up the widow. He noticed that

Automobile of Miss Dorothy Upton and friend Mrs. Fane, breaks down at New Mexico border patrol camp, commanded by Lieutenant Kynaston. The two women are on way to mine of Miss Upton’s father, located a few miles across the Mexican border. Kynaston loaves women at his camp while lie goes with a detail to investigate report df Villa gun runners. Villa troops drive small force of Carranza across border line and they surrender to Kynaston. Dorothy and Mrs. Fame still at camp when Kynaston returns with prisoners. Blind Mexican priest appears In camp and claims Interned Mexicans have In the spoils brought across the line a wonderful emerald bell stolen from a shrine by Zapata and taken from him by Carranza troops. Priest is searching for the emerald In order to return it to the shrine. Kynaston finds jewel and reports to department headquarters. Major Updyke appears from headquarters to take charge of valuables Priest and emerald bell disappear. Kynaston slips across border with one man to aid Upton family surrounded by \ illlstas. The water supply runs short. The defenders kill some of their besiegers.

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CHAPTER VI.

To Kynaston as he passed -out of the great main room the world seemed awhlrl. The game was fair enough, but he had not counted on his nervous system failing him.

When he ventured an ear out to listen lie heard the sound again, even louder than before. Again he ducked under the covers. Then, realizing that he couldn’t stay in bed all day, he put his head out from under the covers and yelled. This was with the Idea of scaring whatever was buzzing. He succeeded in that, but It wasn’t a hornet or bee. carper sweeper on the floor of the flat overhead.

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The faces of the advancing revolutionists were grave. Two men had come out of the mesquit and had laid the body of the dead man upon a saddle blanket, which they were carrying slowly toward their own lines.

“A little while ago, Senor Upton,” said one of the emissaries, a graybearded old man, “we offered you immunity if you would surrender and iJABenSW-lelry^T that we 1

It is one thing to contemplate death as a possibility; it is one thing even to contemplate it as a certainty at the end of a specified time, but to gamble life away as if it were a dollar was something that the cavalryman was for .. . — . He would pay—of course he would pay, just as he knew In his heart of hearts that bid Upton would have paid had he lost. But to save his soul Kynaston could not help reflecting that, had the end been different, he might have had his chance at winning Dorothy.

now demand more. The man who was just murdered was Colonel Pesquiera, and I demand, in the name of C.eneral Villa, our commander in chief, that the man who shot him be surrendered to us. He will be accorded treatment as a prisoner of war and will receive a fair trial by court-mar-tial —”

They were seated ia a secluded corner of the veranda. For a long time neither of them had spoken. Suddenly he took her little hand in his. His voice was choked with emotion as he said:

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Do you think the Mexicans will be likeiy to give Kynaston a fair trial and humane death—or is it probable they will torture him like the bioodthristy savages they are?

“Do you think you could ever learn to love a man—”

Wilkes frankly laughed. ‘‘You call his death a murder! What name do you give the attempt to kill us, senor?”

“Yes,” she Interrupted in a soft whisper. “Bring or your man.”

“You have brought it on yourselves, senores; you have no business here on the sacred soil of Mexico. But when you deliberately kill a Mexican citizen, you shall have justice meted out to you.

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“If the man who killed Colonel Pesquiera is given up to us, the rest can go unharmed. If he is not given up—senores, we have sent for re-en-forcements. We know that your supply of water is low. You cannot hold out longer. It is but a question of time. I warn you that if we have to take the place wo will show no quarter to anyone.”

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“Go on. Deal!”

Grape-Nuts

Upton sighed contentedly as he selected a jack from it. When the knock from both men indicated that neither had any further hope of bettering his hand the upflung cards showed a pair of aces in Kynaston’s hand against four jacks in Upton’s. The next two hands broke even. Thus the end of the fourth deal found each man with two chips to his credit. The sweat was fairly streaming down their faces. Both bore unmistakable token of mental strain in the tense lines about the corners of their mouths. Once Upton made a misdeal. He swore softly. Just then the door opened. The two women entered.

“Knowing the Mexican manner of making war, 1 am not surprised at that,” commented Mr. Upton. “(Jo on.” “It is solely a question of one life against all of yours. The one who surrenders will receive a fair and impartial trial —”

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• "With a conviction already settled an. Nothing doing In that line, thank you. Come on, Wilkes, it that’s all they have to say." Upton strode angrily off up the hill, with Wilkes following. The two exchanged not a word until they once more entered the shelter of the house. Then Upton broke the silence. '

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"We are in a bad fix and there’s no denying it, Wilkes. What the dickens ’.an we do? Kynaston, come into the back room, where we can talk over a private matter without Interference." When they entered the council chamber Upton lit a pipe and strode up and down, his brow wrinkled In thought. “Look here, Upton," Kynaston spoke sharply, “I can’t bring those men of mine over here even if I could get them. It would mean war. There’s no question about that. To bring armed forces across the line will mean war to a certainty. That man was shot by one of us, Upton—I mean by you or me; and I can’t say which to save my life. "Not that it matters. There can be only one outcome from the quandary. You can’t surrender, Upton, even If you killed him. because you hare your daughter to look after. I will go down

“Oh, daddy!” It was Dorothy and her tone was unmistakably relieved. “I was beginning to be really alarmed about ourselves, but affairs cannot really be serious if you and Mr. Kynaston can sit calmly down to a game of cards."

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She perched herself on the arm of her father's chair.

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“What are you playing for, daddy?”

“Just to pass the time, daughter. Run on out. you and Marlon. We have been talking over some matters you wouldn’t understand.”

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The girl passed her hands lovingly over the old miner’s sparse hair. The light In her eyes told Kynaston what the loss of her father would mean to Dorothy. Then suddenly It came to him that he was playing the fourth hand, and that on the upshot of this one hand it depended whether

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