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MONDAY, JUNE 15,
The Land of Broken Promises
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A Stirring Story o f the “the fighting fool,” “hidden waters,-
“THE TEXICAN,” Etc.
Mexican Revoltltion Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
A «tory of border Mexico, vivid,
Intense, has never before
been written, is this one of Ameri
can adventurers into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Bpanish senor and senorita, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
ciear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
■ somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
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(Continued from Yesterday.)
"That’s where this man Aragon, the
tilg Mexican of the country, has his
ranch and store. Spanish? Him? No,
Indeed —mltad! He is half Spanish and
half Taqui Indian, but his wife is a
pure Spaniard—one of the few in the
,country. Her father wae from Madrid
and she is a Villanueva —a very beau
tiful woman in her day, with golden
ialr and the presence of a queen!
"No, not Irish! My goodness, you
Americans think that everybody with
-red hair is Irish! Why, the most beau
tiful women in Madrid have chestnut
hair as soft as the fur of a dormouse.
It Is the old Castilian hair, and they
are proud of it. The Senora Aragon
married beneath her station —it wae
In the City of Mexico, and she did not
know that he was an Indian—but she
Is a very nice lady for all that and
never omits to bow to me when she
comes up to take the train. I remem
ber one time—”
"Does Crux Mendez work for him?”
Interjected De Lancey desperately.
"No, Indeed!” answered Don Juan
patiently; "he packs in wood from the
hills—but as I was saying—” and
from that he went on to tell of the un
failing courtesy of the Senora Aragon
to a gentleman whom, whatever his
preeent station might be, she recog
nized as a member of one of the oldest
families In Castile.
De Lancey did not press his in
quiries any further, but the next morn
ing, instead of riding back into the
hills, he and Bud turned their faces
down the canyon to seek out the elusive
Mendes. They had, of course, been
acting a part for Don Juan, since Kru
ger had described Old Fortuna and the
Senor Aragon with great minuteness.
And now, in the guise of Innocent
strangers, they rode on down the river,
past the concentrator with its multiple
tanka, its gliding tramway and moun
tains of tailings, through the village of
Indian houses stuck like dugouts
against the barren hill—then along a
river bed that oozed -with sllckings un
til they came in sight of the town.
La Fortuna was an old town, yet not
as old ae its name, since two Fortunas
before it had been washed away by
cloudbursts and replaced by newer
dwellings. The settlement itself was
some four hundred years old, dating
back to the days of the Spanish con
qulstadores, when it yielded up many
muleloads of gold.
The present town was built a little
■up from the river in the lee of a great
ridge of rocks thrust down from the
hill and well calculated to turn aside
a glut of waters. It was a comfortable
huddle of whitewashed adobe build
logs set on both sides of a narrow and
irregular road—the great trail that led
down to the hot country and was worn
deep by the pack-trains of centuries.
On the lower side was the ample
store and cantina of Don Cipriano,
where the thirsty arrleros could get a
drink and buy a panoche of sugar
without getting down from their
mounts. Behind the store were the
pole corrals and adobe warehouses
and the quarters of the peons, and
across the road was the mescal still,
where, in huge copper retort and
worm, the fiery liquor was distilled
from the sugar-laden heads of Yuccas.
This was the town, but the most im
portant building—set back in the
shade of mighty cottonwoods and
pleasantly aloof from the road —was
the residence of Senor Aragon. It was
this, in fact, which held the undivided
attention of De Lancey as they rode
quietly through the village, for he
had become accustomed from a long
experience in the tropics to look for
something elusive, graceful and femi
nine in bouses set back in a garden.
Nothing stirred, however, and having
good reason to avoid Don Cipriano,
they jogged steadily on their way.
"Some house!” observed Phil, with
a last hopeful look over his shoulder.
"Uh,” assented Bui, as they came
to a fork in the road. "Say," he con
tinued, "let’s turn off on this trail.
Lot of burro tracks going out —expect
It's our friend, Mr. Mendez.”
"All right,” said De Lancey ab
sently; "wonder where old Aragon
keeps that bee-utiful daughter of his—
the one Don Joo-an was telling about
Have to stop on the way back and
sample the old man’s mescal.”
"Nothing doing!” countered Hooker
Instantly. "Now you heard what I
told you—there’s two things you leave
ah for sixty days—bitfoze and worn
erf. After we cinch our title you can
get as gay ae you please.”
r- “00-eq!” piped PhU, "hear the bo;
talk!” But~se said no more of wine
and women, for he knew how they do
complicate life.
They rode to the east now, follow
ing the long, flat footprints of the bur
ros, and by all the landmarks Bud
saw that they were heading straight
for the old Eagle Tail mine. At Old
Fortuna the river turns west and at
the same time four canyons came In
from the east and south. Of these
they had taken the first to the north
and It was leading them past all the
old workings that Kruger had spoken
about. In fact, they were almost at
the mine when Hooker swung down
suddenly from his horse and motioned
Phil to follow’.
"There’s some burros coming,” he
said, glancing back significantly; and
when the pack-train came by, each
animal piled high with broken wood,
the two Americans were busily tap
ping away at a section of country
rock. A man and a boy followed be
hind the animals, gazing with wonder
at the strangers, and as Phil bade
them a pleasant “Buenos dias!” they
came to a halt and stared at their
industry in silence. In the Interval
Phil was pleased to note that the old
man had only one eye.
"Que busca?” the one-eyed one
finally Inquired; "what are you look
ing for?”
And when Phil oracularly answered,
"Gold!" the old man made a motion
to the boy to go on and sat down on
a neighboring rock.
"Do you want to buy a prospect?”
he asked, and Bud glanced up at him
grimly.
“We find our own prospects,” an
swered Phil.
"But I know of a very rich proß
pect," protested Mendez; "very rich!”
He shrilled his voice to express how
rich It wae.
"Yes?” observed Phil; "then why
don’t you dig the gold out? But, as
for us, we find our own mines. That
Is our business.”
"Seguro!” nodded Mendez, glancing
at their outfit approvingly. "But I am
a poor man—very poor—l cannot de
nounce the mine. So I wait for some
rich Americano to come and buy it. I
have a friend —a very rich man—in
Gadsden, but he will not come; so I
will sell it to you.”
"Did you get that, Bud?” Jested Phil
in English. "The old man here thinks
wq’ye rich Americans and he wants
to u6 a mine.”
Bud laughed silently at this, and
Mr. Mendez, his hopes somewhat blast
ed by their levity, began to boast of
Sat Toying With Hla Pistol.
his find, giving the history of the
Eagle Tail with much circumstantial
ity and explaining that it was a lost
padre mine.
"Sure,” observed Phil, going back to
his horse and picking up the bridle,
"that’s what they all say. They’re
all lost padre mines, and you can eee
them from the door of the church.
Come on, Bud, let’s go!”
"And so you could this!” cried Men
dez, running along after them as they
rode slowly up the canyon, “from the
old church that was washed away by
the flood! This ie the very mine
where the padres dug out all their
gold! Are you going up this way?
Come, then, and I will show you—the
very place, except that the Americano
ruined it with a blast!”
He tagged along after them, whee
dling and protesting while they ban
tered him about his mine, until they
finally came to the place—the ruin*
of the Eagle Tall.
It lay spraddled out along the hill
side, a series of gopher-holes, dumps
and abandoned workings, looking
more like a badly managed stone
quarry than a relic of padre days.
Kruger’s magazine of giant powder,
exploded In one big blast, had de
stroyed all traces of his mine, besides
starting an avalanche of loose shale
that had poured down and filled the
pocket.
Added to this, Aragon and his men
bad rooted around in the debris in
search oMLhe vein, jind the story of
(Copyright. 1914, by
Frank A. Munsey.)
their Inefficient work was told by
great piles of loose rock stacked up
beside caved-ln trenches and a series
of timid tunnels driven into the neigh
boring ridges.
Under the circumstances It would
certainly call for a mining engineer
to locate the lost lead, and De Lancey
looked it over thoughtfully as he be
gan to figure on the work to be done.
Undoubtedly there was a mine there—
and the remains of an old Spanish
smelter down the creek showed that
the ground had once been very rich—
but if Kruger had not told him in
advance he would have passed up the
job In a minute.
“Well,” he said, turning coldly upon
the fawning Mendez, who was all
curves in his desire to please, "where
is your prospecto?”
"Aqui, senor!” replied the Mexican,
pointing to the disrupted rock slide.
“Here it was that the Americano
Crooka hud his mine—rich with gold—
much gold!”
He shrilled his voice emphatically,
and De Lancey shrilled his in reply.
"Here?” he exclaimed, gazing
blankly at the hillside, and then he
broke into a laugh. "All right, my
friend,” he said, giving Bud a face
tious wink; "how much do you want
for this prospect?”
"Four hundred dollars,” answered
Mendez in a tone at once hopeful and
apologetic. "It Is very rich. Senor
Crooka shipped some ore that was full
of gold. I packed it out for him on
my burros; but, I am sorry, I have
no piece of it!”
"Yes,” responded De Lancey, "I am
sorry, too. So, of course, we cannot
buy the prospecto since you have no
ore to show; but I am glad for this,
Senor Mendez," he continued with a
kindly smile; "it shows that you are
an honest man, or you would have
stolen a piece of ore from the sacks.
So show us now where the gold was
found, the nearest that you can re
member, and perhaps, if we think we
can find it, we will pay you to de
nounce the claim for us.”
At this the one good eye of Cruz
Mendez lighted up with a great hope
and, skipping lightly over the rock
piles with his sandaled feet, he ran
to a certain spot, locating it by look
ing across the canyon and up and
down the creek.
"Here, senores,” he pronounced, "is
where the mouth of the old tunnel
came out. Standing Inside it I could
see that tree over there, and looking
down the river I could Just see the
smelter around the point. So, then,
the gold must be in there.” He point
ed toward the hill.
"Surely," said De Lancey; "but
where?"
The old Mexican shrugged his shoul
ders deprecatiugly.
"I do not know, senor," he answered;
"but if you wish to dig I wiil denounce
the claim for you.”
"For how much?” Inquired De Lan
cey guardedly.
"For one hundred dollars,” an
swered Mendez, and to his delight the
American seemed to be considering it.
He walked back and forth across the
slide, picking up rocke and looking at
them, dropping down into the futile
trenches of Aragon, and frowning
with studious thought. His pardner,
however, sat listlessly on a boulder
and tested the action of bis six
shooter.
"Listen, my friend,” said De Lancey,
coming back and poising his finger im
pressively. "If I should find the ledge
the one hundred dollars would be noth
ing to me, sabe? And if I should spend
all my money for nothing it would
be but one hundred dollars more. But
listen! I have known some false Mex
icans who, when an American paid
them to denounce a mine, took ad
vantage of bis kindness and refused to
give it over. Or. if it turned out to
be rich, they pulled a long face and
claimed that they ought to be paid
more. Now if —”
“Ah, no, senor!” clamored Mendez,
holding up his hand in protest; "I am
a poor man, but I am honest. Only
give me the hundred dollars—”
"Not a dollar do you get!” cried De
Lancey sternly; "not a dollar—until
you turn over the concession to the
mine. And if you play us false" —he
paused impressively—"ouldado, hom
bre—look out I”
Onoe more Cruz Mendez protested
his honesty and his fidelity to any
trust, but De Lancey silenced him im
patiently.
"Enough, hombre!" he said. "Words
are nothing to us. Do you see my
friend over there?” He pointed to
Bud, who, huge and dominating
against the sky line, sat toying with
his pistol. "Buen’! He is a cowboy,
sabe? A Texan! You know the Te
janos, eh? They do not like Mexi
cans. But my friend there, he likes
Mexicans—when they are honest. If
not—no! Hey, Bud,” he celled in
English, "what would you do to this
fellow if he beat us out of the mine?"
Bud turned upon them with a slow,
good-natured smile.
"Oh, nothing much,” he answered,
putting up his gun; and the deep
rumble of his voice struck fear into
! the old man’s heart.
Phil laughed and looked grimly gt
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA. GA.
Mendez while he delivered - his ulti
matum.
“Very well, my friend,” ho said. "We
will stay and look at this mine. If
we think it ie good we will take you
to the mining agent and get a permit
to dig. For sixty days we will dig; and
if we find nothing we will pay you
fifty dollars, anyway. If we find the
ledge we will give you a hundred dol
lars. All right?”
"Si, senor, si, senor!” cried Mendes,
"one hundred dollars!”
"When you give us the papers!”
warned PhU. "But remember —be
careful! The Americans do not like
men who talk. And come to the hotel
at Fortuna tomorrow —then we will let
you know.”
"And you will buy the mine?”
begged Mendez, backing off with his
hat in his hand.
“Perhaps," answered De Lanoey.
“We will tell you tomorrow.”
“Buen’!” bowed Mendez; “and many
thanks! ’’
"It is nothing,” replied De Lancey
politely, and then with a crooked
smile he gazed after the old man as
he went hurrying off down the canyon.
"Well,” he observed, "I guess we’ve
got Mr. Mendez started Just about
right—what? Now If we can keep
him without the price of a drink until
we get our papers we stand a chance
to win.”
"That’s right,” said Bud; "but I
wish he had two good eyes. I knowed
a one-eyed Mex up in Arizona and he
was sure a thieving non of a goat.”
CHAPTER VII.
There are doubtless many philan
thropists in the Back Bay regiors of
Boston who would consider the whip
sawing of Cruz Mendez a very repre
hensible act. And one hundred dol
lars Mex was certainly a very small
reward for the service that he was to
perform.
But Bud and Phil were not traveling
for any particular uplift society, and
one hundred pesos was a lot of money
to Cruz Mendez. More than that, if
they had offered him a thousand dol
lars for the sine service he would
have got avaricious and demanded ten
thousand.
He came to the hotel very early the
next morning and lingered around an
hour or so, waiting for the American
gentleman to arise and tell him his
fate. A hundred dollars would buy
everything that be could think of, in
cluding a quantity of mescal. Hie
throat dried at the thought of it
Then the gentlemen appeared and
asked him many questions—whether
he was married according to law,
whether his wife would sign the pa
pers with him, and if he believed in
a hereafter Tor those who played false
with Americans. Having answered all
these in the afflrnjatlve, he was taken
to the agente mineral, and, after sign
ing his name —his one feat in penman
ship—to several Imposing documents,
he was given the precious permit.
Then there was another trip to the
grounds with a surveyor, to make re
port that the claim was actually va
cant, and Mendez went back to his
normal duties as a packer.
In return for this service as a dum
my locator, and to keep him under
their eye, the Americans engaged R 1
Tiierto, the one-eyed, to pack out a
few tools and supplies for them; and
then, to keep him busy, they employed
him further to build a stone house.
All these activities were, of course,
not lost on Don Cipriano Aragon y
Tres Palacios, since, by a crafty ar
rangement of fences, he had made it
impossible for anyone to reach the
lower country without passing through
the crooked street of Old Fortuna.
During the first and the second trip
of the strange Americans he kept
within his dignity, hoping perhaps
that they would stop at his store,
where they could be engaged In con
versation; but upon their returp from
a third trip, after Crux Mendez had
gone through with their supplies, be
cast his proud Spanish reserve to the
winds and waylaid them on the street.
"Buenas tardea, senores,” he salut
ed, as they rode past hie store, and
then, seeing that they did not break
their gait, he held up his hand for
them to stop.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said,
speaking genially but with an affected
Spanish Usp, ”1 have seen you ride
past several time*—are you working
for the big company up at New For
tuna?"
’’No, senor,” answered De Lancey
courteously, "we are working for our
selves.”
“Good!" responded Aragon with fa
therly approval; "It la better so. And
are you looking at mines?"
"Yes," said De Lancey non-commit
tally; "ws are looking at mines.”
(To Be Chutinued Tomorrow.)
Chief Meyers, the Giant catcher. Is
another who lias name writ In the
Boohs Hall of fame. Hr, scored two
hones la one day and did it down In
Cincinnati, too. That may excuse
him—and It may not. But anyway.
Meyers, who has stolen only about 1*
bases in the past six years saw a
beautiful chance to make it 19 dur
ing this particular game. He started
at full speed—loo yards in 42 seconds
—amid yells from his tea mates and
triumphantly anchored at the key
stone sack to find that he had pulled
a "John Anderson.”
CARDINAL CREATES~PLEAS
ANT IMPRESSION
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CARDINAL GIBBONS ABROAD
London.—Cardinal Gibbons of Bal
timore lias created a most pleasant
impression on all who have met him
or heard him speak In tho course of
his European trip. He has made his
ad llmina visit to Rome, where he
stayed at the monastery of St. Sulplce
and attended the consistory.
After the consistory his Itinerary
embraced a trip to vlßlt u friend in
Switzerland, a visit to England and
possibly a few days In Ireland. lie
will sal! for home late In July.
EX-EMBASSADOR VISITS
DAUGHTER IN SILESIA
''''
MRS. HENRY WHITE.
Berlin. Ex - Ambasasdor Henry
White arid Mrs. White, of Washing
ton, D. C„ have been visiting their
married daughter, Countess Bcherr-
Thoss, in Silesia.
While here they were among the
callers at the monthly “at home” of
Mrs. Gerard, wife of the American
ambasasdor, and Mr. White took oc
casion to renew his acquaintance with
many old friends of the local diplo
matic corps, whom he knew In long
periods of service In London, Rome
and Paris.
SLEEPY TIME TALES
THE PLAYFUL GNOME
By VIRGINIA VALE
(By Virginia Vale.)
Once upon a time there was a
Gnome. Do you know what a Onotm
Is? Well I will tell you.
A Gnome Is ft little tioy Fairy and
in the spring them always dress In
green and In the fall put on a brown
suit. That is so they cannot be seen
so plainly and they can play among
the trees and leaves. They like to
play harmless Jokes on people and
are always up to something.
One day this little Gnome I am
going to tell you about, played a Joke
on the cook and I am afraid she didn’t
like It, as much ns the Knomn did.
The cook was going to make some
cakes the next day so she put a pan
of rnllk In the pantry. Along came the
Gnome and when he saw the milk he
said to himself, ”1 guess I'll drink that
and tho cook will thing It Is the cat."
Ho he drank every hit and turned
the dish upside down. A little luter
the cook went Into the pantry and she
saw the milk all gone and the dish up
side down.
“Drat that cat, she has drank up all
my rnllk. i’ll see. she doesn't do that
again.”
Ho she filled another pan and put
It In the pantry and shut poor pussy
down In the cellar.
Up climbs the Gnome and Into the
i untry and drlnku all of the rnllk
SIDELIGHTS ON MEXICO
The Food Supplies of an Army Most Important. What
the Items Would Be Should the U. S. Troops at Vera
Cruz Advance on City of Mexico,
(By a Veteran.)
Washington, D. C.—l believe it was
Napoleon who said: "An army trav
els on its belly.” The greatest com
mander of history put the grub wa
gon ahead of the rifle as a lighting
weapon.
Since Napoleon overran Europe
there have been enormous advances
In the art of feeding an army in the
Held. Recently I vislled a large army
encampment and from a commissary
officer obtained some interesting facts.
Sixty to seventy-five men bake for
a division of troops, 20,000 men, and
except under extraordinary condi
tions they produce line bread. They
constitute a “field bakery.”
The field bakery comprises 12 Held
ovens, large affairs so lightly built
that they can he readily transported
on horse or auto trucks.
The product Is called "Held bread.”
It is palatable although hard. It re
mains good for twenty days. The
baking Is done In a slow oven and tho
bread contains little water. The loaves
are arranged in tho pans so as to elim
inate “kissing” surfaces. The loaves
are entirely covered with eriiHt. Just
before the loaves are baked they are
punctured, allowing the heat to get In
side. Tho resulting broad Is very
solid and may bo piled like pig iron.
Rut this field bread Is only ono item
in the soldier's fare. If wo should In
vade Mexico with half a million men
wo would require every day; bacon.
2(12,500 pounds; held broad, 500,000
pounds; sugar, 100,000 pounds; desl
cated vegetables (potatoes and onions)
37,500 pounds; coffee (roasted and
ground) 40,000 pounds; beans, 75,000
pounds; tomatoes, 50,000; Jam, .72,750
pounds; vinegar, 5,000 galions; salt,
20.000 pounds; pepper, 1.250 pounds.
Of course this Is only a sample day
and our commissary officers would
try to vary the dietary as much as
possible. They would try to buy fresh
meat and vegetables from the people
of the country through which they
were marching. Hut if nothing could
be so procured it would take fifty
freight cars, or 214 army wagons to
transport this day’s food. The sup
plies have a total net weight of 1,300,-
000 pounds.
This would be an average of two
and three-fifths pounds to a soldier.
Rations are often much more concen
trated. Colonel Maude, a famous
strategist, wrote recently:
“I have myself lived on rations of
mixed meat and vegetables of which
eight days’ supply weighted only one
pound, so that a single mule could
carry a day’s rations for a war
strength battalion or a. single wagon,
loading up to two tons could trans
port 32,000 rations or enough for a
cavalry division of 2,000 sabres, for
nearly a fortnight.”
Brigadier General Henry O. Sharpe,
Commissary General of the United
States army, recently called an army
a “city flung down suddenly In tho
country, each day moving, each day
requiring fresh alterations of the ar
rangements by which food is conveyed
The Bonehead Plays in Pages of Baseball
History; They Chronicle Misplays Now
By Simply Saying, “He Merkled”
New York.—Some men achieve
fame, but others—Fred Merkle and
John Anderson, for instance—simply
blunder Into It and get their names
enrolled Indelibly on the pages of
history.
Anderson passed from major league
view many years ago, but his memory
still lives—and will live as long as
baseball lasts. Anderson Isn’t re
mernbered because of the fact that
be was once a brilliant fielder and a
real slugger. His creditable accomp
lishments have been forgotten. Ander
llves In memory because he was the
first man In major league history to
steal second base with the liases full.
Nowadays when some pl..yer dupli
cates Anderson’s accomplishment the
scribbling persons don’t describe it
by saying that ’’Hinky Dink stole
second with the bases full." They
simply state that "Hinky Dink polled
a 'John Anderson’.” And every man
famlllur with baseball knows Just
what Hinky Dink did.
Fred Merkle is another who never
will be forgotten. Ho pulled a "bone''
back In 1908 that cost the New York
cub about *BO,OOO and each of Ids
team mates from *2,000 to *3,000 In
world series money. That ono foozle
will make Merkle’s fame—or infamy
undying. And It has added a new
verb to the dictionary, for in these
days when a man performs some
bonehead action it Is not term
ed that way. The recounters of the
incident simply state that "Smith
merkled," which is description enough.
Merkle, os many will remember. Is
again and throws the pan In the cor
ner. He Jumps out of the window and
climbs into a eree to watch what the
cook does this time. When the cook
sees the pan on the floor she goes to
the cellar door and isissy greets her
with a "Meow, meow.”
Ho she knows it can’t be the cat,
hut soma one has taken the milk.
She goes back to the kitchen to
think who It can be. Well, she will
try It once more and so she places
another pan of milk on the shelf and
sits down near ths door to seo If she
can find out who Is playing trlckg on
her.
Very quietly the Gnome creeps up
to the window but It Is closed; so
very softly he opens It, slips In and
drinks up all of that milk and filled
the empty dish with flour.
Then he climbs tho tree again and
waits to see what will happen when
the cook finds this out
He hasn't long to wait for she thinks
she hears a noise and opens the door
only to see the rnllk gone and the pan
full of flour.
What can It mean, she thinks, and
then she remembers.
“Why the little Gnomes are here.
Now I must put something out every
night for them to eat and then they
won’t play any more jokes on me."
from the producer to the consumer.”
The main supply depots for an
American army operating In a foreign
country, would he in the United
States. Officers of the Commissary
service would purchase food here In
the open market or by a system of bids
and this food would be delivered to
the depots whence it must be des
patched to the army in the field.
The army in the field has a base of
operations to which the food supplied
flow from the main supply depots. This
lino of communication Is very import
ant. It must be guarded if neceassry,
by large bodies of troops, for if it is
cut the army is likely to starve or to
become demoralized.
When the army advances a series
of Intermediate depots are established.
As far toward the front as is consid
ered safe, the advance depot is set up.
Here the flow of supplies through the
line of communication from the main
depots by way of the base of opera
tions, is received and distributed.
Wagons, automobiles or mules take
the food directly to the different bod
ies of troops, in trenches lying in
skirmish line or wherever else they
are assigned from moment to moment.
The line of communication is In
absolute control of a single officer
who is subject only to the commander
of the army. In theory troops carry
enongh rations to last them several
days and distributions of new rations
are made every night. In practice the
chief uomimisaary officer with the arrnv
often is put to his wit’s end. Theso
days the best commissary officer is
the one who Is most ingenlus in using
railroad lines. Locorflotlve* move the
field bakeries wherever possible and
are even made to supply power to op
erate the mechanical kneading troughs.
Our armies In Mexico will be under
strict orders to pay for all supplies
taken from the natives. This was done
In the Mexican war of 1846-47, but
the Mexican response to humane and
civilized treatment was far from satis
factory. President Polksaid, In his
message to Congress of December 7.
1847: "After the lapse of a few
months tt become apparent that mild
treatment had failed to produce the
doHlred effect upon the Mexican popu
lation. While the war had been con
ducted on our part, according to the
most humane and liberal principles
observed by civilized nations, it was
waged In a far different spirit on the
part of Mexico. Not appreciating our
forehearance, tho Mexican people gen
erally became hostile to the United
States and availed themselves of
every opportunity to commit the most
savage excesses upon our troops.
Large numbers of the population took
up arms and engaging In guerilla war
fare robbed and murdered In the most
cruel man-,er Individual soldiers or
stnull parties whom accident or other
causes had separated from the main
body of our army. Bands of guerllle
ros and robbers Infested the roads,
harrassed our trains and whenever it
was in their power, cut off our bud
piles.”
thn gentleman who failed to touch
lone n ° ne of the flnal samcs of the
]»(>K Heaaon In which the Nation.:!
Jjeaaiie championahlp, and dlvy of
the world's series money was at stake.
<jtie of his New York team mates
slammed out a hit In the ninth, send*
n*T a man acnos the plate with the
winning run. Merkle was on first
when the hit was made. lie started
for second, but when he saw that the
runner had crosed the plate In safety
he Rave second base the go-by and
hustled to the club bouse.
.iolin Kvors, of the Cubs, who wets
the Giant's rival that day, noticed that
Merkle had failed to touch second. He
rushed to second, shrieked to have the
hall thrown to him, and finally man
aged to get hold of it, although the
crowd then was swarming onto the
field. Evers touched second base for
a force out on Merkle, who by that
time was under the shower bath in
the club house. Evers grabbed one of
the umpires, called his attention to
the fact that Merkle hadn't touched
second, and the umpire b'acked him up.
The gume had to be played over, ami
the Giants lost It and their chance to
get Into the world series.
Harry Niles long ago passed from
view along the major league horizon
but the memory of his two famous
“bones" still remain. Niles, who was
an outfielder, snd a speedy man of
the sacks, smashed out a terrific drive
to center. Danzig, a slow runner, was
on first when Niles connected, and he
started lumbering down to Heeond.
Niles turned first, crossed second and
pulled up at third after a whirlwind
slide. It was not until then that he
discovered that he hail run past Dan
zig, who had pulled up at second. Oh,
yes, Nllos was deelared out for pass
ing a runner, and the chances for vic
tory by his team the Boston Red Sox—
died right there.
A short time afterward the Sox
were playing one of the eastern teams.
It was In the ninth, Boston leading by
two runs, the other side having three
on bases and only one out. The bat
ter dent a long fly which Niles easily
captured, list as soon as he snared
the hall, Niles shoved It Into his back
pocket and started for the club house.
His amazzed team mates yelled at
him, but their yells were In vain.
Niles was under full head of steam for
the cooling shower and the yells, which
he took to he cheers as a reward for
his catch halted him not at all.
Of course, one of his team mates
finally chsood Niles to the club house
and relieved him of the ball and
himself of some cus words—but tha
damage had been done. The three run
ners had crossed the plate and the
Red Box had lost. Niles thought that
his cutch made It three out.
A few Innings later, Just to show
that It's possible for one fellow to do
a couple of foolish things In one day,
Meyers heaved the hall down to sec
ond In an attempt to catch a man off
the hag. The bases were filled at the
time, two were out and the man on
third had almost as big a lead as the
man on second. Result; the man on
third just about walked In, the Giants,
fluatered, began to throw the ball
around and about three runs were
scored before the excitement died
down.
And these are only a few. '
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