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The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
A story of border Mexico, vivid,
Intense, euch as has never before
been written. Is this one of Ameri
can adventurers into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Spanish sen or and senorlta, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
a somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
(Continued from Yesterday.)
It was slow - work; slower than they
had thought, and the gang of Mexi
cans that they had hired for muckers
were marvels of Ineptitude. Left to
thams< Ivch, they accomplished noth
ing. since each problem they encoun
tered seemed to present to them some
•lament of Insuperable difficulty, to
solve which they either went Into cau
cus or waited for the bone. Mean
while they kept themselves awake by
smoking cigarettes and telling stories
about Bernardo Brava
To the Mexicans of Sonora Bernardo
Bravo was the personification of all
the malevolent qualities -he being a
bandit chief who had turned first gen
eral and th«wi rebel under Madera
and ths fact that he had at last been
driven out of Chihuahua and therefore
over Into Sonora, made his malevo
lence ail the more imminent
Undoubtedly, somewhere over to the
eart. where the Sierras towered like a
blue wall. Bernardo and his outlaw
followers were gathering for a raid,
and the raid would bring death to So
nora.
He was a bad man. this Bernardo
Brava and If half of the current sto
ries were true, he killed men when
ever they failed to give him money,
and was never too hurried to Lake a
fair daughter of the country up behind
him, provided she took his fancy.
Yes. surely he was a bad man- but
that did not clear away the rock.
For the first week Phil took charge
of the gaitg, urging, directing and ca
joling them, and the work went mer
rily on, though rather slowly. The
Mexicans liked to work for Don Felipe,
he was so polite and spoke such good
Spanish; but at the end of the week
It developed that Bud could get more
results out of them.
Every time Phil started to explain
anything to one Mexican all the oth
er* stopped to Ila ten to him. and that
took Unto. Hu* Hud's favorite way of
directing a man was by grunts and
signs and bending hia own bach to
the task. Also, he refused to under
stand Bpanlah, and cut off all long
wlnriod explanations and suggest lons
by an Impatient motion to go to work,
•which the trabajndorcs obeyod with
shruga and grins.
Bo Don FVllpe turned powder-man
and blaokamith. sharpening up tho
drills st the little forgo they had fnsh
toned and loading the holes with dy
namlts when It became necessary to
break s rock, while Hud bossed the
unwilling Mexicans.
In sit old tunnel behind their tent
they set s heavy gate, and behind It
they stored thslr previous powder.
Than oame the portable forge and tho
blacksmith shop. Just Inside the ntouth
of the care, and the tent barked up
against It for protection. Kor If there
ts any one thing, next to horses, that
the swbela are wont to steal, It ts
giant powder to blow up culverts with,
or to lay on the counters of timorous
country maoobauts and frighten them
into making contributions.
▲a tor their horses. Hud kept them
belled and hobbled, close to the house,
and no one seer ssw him without his
gun. In the rooming, when ha got up,
hs took it from under his pillow and
hong tt on bis belt, and there it
stgyed until bedtime.
Hs also kept s sharp watch on the
trull, above end below, and what few
men did pass through were conscious
of his sye. Therefore It whs all the
more surprising when, one day, look
Ing ap suddenly from heaving at a
great rook, he ssw the big Yaqul sol
dier. Amigo, gazing down at him from
the out hank.
Tea. It wse the same man. but with
a difference —his rtfle and cartridge
belts were absent and his clothes were
torn by the brush. Put tbs same
good-natured, competent smile wwt
there, and after a lew words with Find
he leagied nimbly down the bank and
laid boid spot) the rock. They polled
togeOier, and tbs boulder that had
balked Hud's gang of Msakauu mowed
•sally tor the two of theta.
Then Amigo seised a crowbar and
■Hjgwd It Into a cranny and showed
tham a few things about moving rocks.
half an hour or nxror be worked
along, seemingly bent on displaying
hla skill, then hs sat down on the
bank and walchsd Um> Mexicans with
tolerant. haif-amtiwwi syn.
If he was hungry he sttowed ft only
by the ctgaroUos he smoked, and
Hooker, studying ap the chances ha
irvaMd lake by hiring a deserter, let
bla wadi until ba oasts to s decision.
EIGHT
"Oyez, Amigo,” he hailed at last,
and, rubbing his hand around on his
stomach, he smiled questioningly,
whereat the Yaqul nodded his head
avidly. *
"Stawano!" said Hooker, "ven.” And
he left his Mexicans to dawdle as they
would while he led the Indian to camp.
There he showed him the eofTee-pot
and the kettle of beans by the fire, set
out a slab of Dutcb-oven bread and a
sack of Jerked beef, some stewed fruit
and a can of sirup, and left him to do
his worst
In the course of half an hour or so
he came back and found the Yaqul
sopping np sirup with the last of the
bread and' humming a little tune. So
they sat down and smoked a cigarette
and came to the business at hand.
"Where you go?” Inquired Bud; but
Amigo only shrugged enigmatically.
"You like to work?” continued Bud.
and the Indian broke into a smile of
assent.
"Muy Men,” said Hooker with final
ity; "I give Mexicans two dollars a
day—l give you four. Is that enough?”
"Bt,” nodded the Yaqul, and without
more words he followed IP-d hack to
the cut. There, In half s day, he ac
complished more thun all the Mexi
cans put together, leaping boldly up
the bank to dislodge hanging boulders,
boosting them by main strength up
onto the ramshackle tram they had
constructed, and trundling them out
to the dump with the shove of a mighty
hand.
He was a willing worker, uslrig his
hand every mlnntu; but though he waa
Bud Was Doing the Black smithing.
such a hustler and made their puny
efforts seem so Ineffectual by compari
son, he managed hj some mysterious
way to gain the Immediate approval
of the Mexicans. Perhaps tt was his
ull-pervaslve good nature, or the re
spect Inspired by his hardihood; per
haps the qualities of natural leader
ship which had made him a picked
man among Ills brother Yaquts. Hut
when, late In the afternoon. Hud name
back from a trip to the tent he found
Amigo In charge of the gang, hearing
and struggling and making motions
with his head.
“Good enough!” he muttered, after
watching hltn for a minute tn silence,
and leaving the new boas In command,
he went back and started supper.
That was the beginning of a new
day at the Eagle Tall, and when Da
Lojicey came buck from town—whith
er ha went whenever he could conjure
up an errand he found that, for ouos,
be had not been missed.
Hud wns doing tho blarksinlthtng.
Amigo was directing the gang, and a
fresh mess of basins was on the Are,
the first kettWut having gone to rein
force the TuquVa backbone. But they
were beans well spent, and Mud did
not regret Use raid on his grub-pile. If
he could get half as much work for
what he fed the Mexicans he could
well rest content
“Hut how did this Indian happen to
find you?” demanded Phil, whau his
pnrdner had axptuUied his acquisition.
"Bay. he must have deserted from Ills
company when they brought them
back from Moctwaumal"
“More*n likely," assented Hud. “Hs
ain't talking much, hut I notice he
keeps his eye out- they d shoot him
for a deserter If they could ketch him.
rd hate to see him go that way."
"Well. If he's as good ae this, let's
take care of Mml" cried Phil with
enthnelrem “I'll tell you. Hud. there's
something Mg coming off pretty soon
and I'd like to etay around town a
little more If I could. 1 want to keep
track of things.”
"FT Instance?" suggested Hooker
dryly. It had struck him that Phil
was spending a good deal of tlms In
town already
"Well there's tMs revolution. Bare
as shooting they're going to pall one
soon. There's two thousand Mexican
miners working at KVwtuna. and they
say every one of 'em has got a rifle
hurled. Now they're beginning tto quit
and drift out Into Urn kills and we're
Author of
-THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,"
“THE TEXICAN," Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
Copyright, 1911. by
Frank A. Munsey.l
Tlkely to hear from them "any time."
“All the more reason for staying In
camp, then,” remarked Bud. "I'll tell
you, Phil, I need you here. That
dogged ledge le lost, good and plenty,
and I need you to say where to dig.
We ain’t doing much better than old
Aragon did—Just rooting around In
that rock-pile—let’s do a little Umber
ing, and sink."
"You can’t timber that rock,” an
swered I)a Lancey decidedly. "And
besides, it’s cheaper to make a cut
twenty feet deep than It Is to tunnel
or sink a shaft. Waft till w© get to
that porphyry contact then we’ll
know where we’re at.”
"All right," grumbled Bud; “but
seems like we’re a long time getting
there. What’i the news downtown?”
"Well, the fireworks have begun
again over in Chihuahua—Orozco and
Salazar and that bunch—but it seems
there was something to this Mocte
zuma scare, after all. I was talking to
an American mining man from down
that way and he told me that the fed
erals marched out to where the rebels
were arid then sat down and watched
them cross the river without firing on
them -soma kind of an understanding
between Bernardo Bravo and these
blackleg federala.
"The only fighting there was was
when a bunch of twenty Yaquis got
away from their officers in the rough
country and went after Bernardo Bra
vo by their lonesome. That threw a
big scare into him. too, but he man
aged to fight them off —and if I was
making a guess I’d bet that your Yaqul
friend was one of that fighting
twenty."
"I reckon,’’ assented Bud; "but don’t
you say nothing. I need that hombre
in my business. Come on, let’s go up
and look at that cub I come across
an old board today, down in the muck,
and 1 bet you it’s a piece that Krpger
left. Funny we don’t come across
some of his tools, though, or the hole
where the powder went off.”
"When we do that,” observed Phil,
"we'll be where we're going. Nothing
to do then but lay off the men and wait
till I get my papers. That's why 1 say
don't hurry so hard —we haven’t got
our title to this claim, pardner, and
we won’t get it, for some
time yet. Suppose you’d hit this
ledge—”
"Well, If I hit It,” remarked Bnd,
"I’ll Btuy with It—you can truat me
for that Hello, what's the Yaqul
found?”
As they came up the cut Amigo quit
work and, while the Mexicans followed
suit and gathered expectantly behind
him, he picked up three rusty drills
and an Iron drill-spoon and presented
them to Bud.
Evidently he had learned the object
of their search from the Mexicans, but
if he looked for any demonstrations of
delight at eight of these much-sought
for tools he was doomed to disappoint
ment, for both Bud and Phil had
schooled themselves to keep their
faces straight.
"Urn-m.” said Bud, “old drills, ehT
Where you find them?”
The Yaqul led the way to the far*
of the cut and showed the spot, a hole
beneath the pile of riven rock; and
a Mexican, not to be outdone, grabbed
up a handful of porphyry and Indi
cated where the dynamite bad pulver
ired It
"Blots," said Phil, pawing solemnly
around In the bottom of Use hole; and
then, filling hl» handkerchief with tine
dirt, he carried It down to the creek.
There, In a miner's pan, he washed
It out carefully, slopping the waste
osrer the edge and swirling the water
around unUI at last only a lltUe dirt
was last In the bottom of the pan.
Then, while all the Mexicans looked
on, he tailed this toward the edge,
•canning the last remnant for gold—
and quit without a color.
"Nada!” he cried, throwing down
the pan, and tn some way the Mexi
cans sensed the fsct that the mine had
turned out a failure. Three times he
went back to the cut and scooped up
the barren dust, and Uien he told the
men they could quit.
"No more work!" he said, affecting
a directed bitterness; “no hay nada—
there Is nothlug!“ And with this sad,
but by no nseaus unusual, ending to
their labors, the Mexicsns went away
to their comp, speculating among
themselves ss to whether they could
get their pay. But when the last of
them had gone Phil beckoned Bud Into
the tent and showed him a piece of
quarts.
"Just take a look at that!” he said,
and a single glance told Hooker that
It was full of tine particles of gold.
“1 picked that up when they weren't
looking," whispered lie lauicey, his
eyes dancing with triumph. “It's tho
same rock —the same as Kruger's!"
"Well, put 'er there, then, pardner!"
cried Bud. grabbing at D« lancey's
hand; “we've struck It!”
And with a broad grin on their dw
rettful faces they danced silently
around the tent, after which they paid
off the Max loans and bade them
"adlosl”
CHAPTER XIV.
H li s groat sensation—striking It
By DANE COOLIDGE=
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
rich—one of the greatest in the world.
Some men punch a burro over the
desert all their lives In the hope of
achieving It onoe; Bud and Phil had
taken a chance, and the prize now lay
within their grasp. Only a little while
ixow —a month, maybe, If the officials
were slow —and the title would be
theirs.
The Mexican miners, blinded by
their Ignorance, went tbetr way. well
•ontented to get their money. Nobody
knew. There was nothing to do but
to wait But to watt, as some people
know, 1b the hardest work lu the
world.
For the first few days they lingered
about the rains, gloating over it In
secret, laughing back and forth, sing
ing gay songs—then, as the ecstaßy
passed and the weariness of waiting
set in, they went two ways. Borne
fascination, unexplained to Bud, drew
De Lancey to the town. He left in the
morning and came back at night, but
Hooker stayed at the mine.
Day and night, week-days and Sun
days, he watched it jealously, lest
someone should slip In and surprise
their Recret—and for company he had
his pet horse. Copper Bottom, and the
Yaqul Indian, Amigo.
Ignacio wae the Indian's real name,
for the Yaquis are all good Catholics
and named uniformly after the saints;
but Bud had started to call him Amigo,
or friend, and Ignacio had conferred
the same name on him.
Poor Ignacio! His four-dollar-a-day
Job had gone glimmering in half a
day, but when the Mexican laborers
departed he lingered around the camp,
doing odd Jobs, until he won a place
for himself.
At night he slept up In the rocks,
where no treachery could take him
unaware, hut at the first peep of dawn
it was always Amigo who arose and
lit the fire.
Then, if no one got up, he cooked a
breakfast after his own ideas, boiling
the coffee until It was ae strong as
lye, broiling meat on sticks, and went
to turn out the horses.
With the memory of many envious
glances cast at Copper Bottom, Hooker
had built a stout corral, where he kept
the horses up at night, allowing them
to graze close-hobbled lu the daytime.
A Mexican insarrecto on foot Is a
contradiction of terms, If there are
any horses or mules in the country,
and several bands of ex-miners from
Fortuna had gone through their camp
in that condition, with new rifles in
their hands. But If they had any de
signs on the Eagle Tall live stock they
speedily gave them up; for, while he
would feed them and even listen to
their false tales of patriotism. Bud
had no respect for numbers when It
came to admiring his horse.
(To Be Co-itinued Tomorrow.)
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Headline.
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foolish us the young
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fools in the land.”
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A MOTHER’S LOVE
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His Mother Looked at Him With An Expression of Un
speakable Love and Tenderness. A Happy Smile Spread
Across Her Face, Then She Sighed and the Soul Left
the Frail Body, As If it Had Been Waiting Only to See
Her Beloved Son Once More.
Pierre Dollet, sitting at his mother's
bedside, turned to see his father as he
came into the room and exclaimed in
surprise:
“Is she in bed yet? Ir is 2 o’clock;
when is she going to get up?”
“She is jdst taking a rest, father.
You must not worry about her.”
“Worry! That is the last thing I would
do.”
He laughed and shook his head ?s if
to say, that he did not unde, si and the
way tilings were being run in Hie house
now. Then lie went out and closed the
door behind him.
“Poor father,'' said the patient. “I
worldev what will happen to him when 1
die?”
“You must not tiiink of dying, mother.
In a few days you will begin to get bet
ter and ’’
The woman smiled faintly.
“No. Pierre. I know- I am going to die.
I am not afraid of dying, and I am only
sorry because I know what a terrible
blow it will be for you. my dirling boy
and for your father, too. Perhaps it
will kill him just now when his brain is
even more confused thin usual. He must
not lie sent to an i'risane asylum. It
would he a dYeadful torture to him. I
ran manage him easily enough, but
strangers ”
“You must not worry, mother, dear.
If you should really die. I promise you
that I will look after father. It is no
more than my duty and you know I
love him too.”
“Yes. I know my boy. Rut it was ell
right for me to look after him. It was
all I lived for for but you are young and
have your future to think of. He would
be a dreadful burden to you. I have al
ways prayed that he might be the first
of us to die.”
“Oh mother, you must not talk like
that.”
The patient grew silent but the twitch
ing of her lips and the cloud on her brow
showed that she was struggling in her
mind with a difficult problem. Pierre
noticed it and again begged her not to
worry.
“Try to mother dear.” ’he said.
He stooped down and kissed her fore
head. She closed her eyes but hor
mind kept on working: her thoughts left
her no rest. Suddenly a new expres
sion came into her face an expression of
unspeakable relief and she said in a
voice that was little more than a
whisper:
“Your father and I have always loved
each other very much. We have Ind
no greater wish than that we might die
at the same time that neither of us
should be left to suffer and something
tells me, Pierre that tills is what will
happen. God will not part us.”
“Yes. I am sure you are right, mother,
but I hope to keep you both with me
for a long time yet.”
His words seemed to calm her. for she
lay very quiet with a smile on her face.
After a while she s'ept peacefully.
Rater in the evening she said:
“I do not believe very much in doctors.
I have always been able to cure myself
before, and I think I will try once more.
Get nie the bottle with the red label
from the medicine closet, Pierre.”
THE MAGIC INK
BY ALFRED BRATT.
On September 17th, 1954. the famous
inventor, John Davison, died, as my
leaders may remember, stricken down
by heart failure in the smoking room
of Francis William Clarke, minister to
China.
Now that all those present at the
death of this great man have followed
him into a better world, I as the only
survivor shall revedl the secrets they
took with them into their graves. I
have always been a lover of truth ami
I want to die with an untroubled con
science.
To emphasize the importance and
fame of John Davison is unnecessary,
his name shall long be remembered
on bothtsides of the Atlantic and his
wonderful inventions are known to
every child and I shall hare deal only
with the most sensational of them ail
—his Magic Ink.
Of course, I am unable to give my
FOOLS IN THEIR FOLLY
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Pierre did as she asked.
“But mother, dear.” he said “you
know that is poison, don't you?”
“Yes, Pierre, all medicine is poison in
a way, but when you know just how
much to take, the poison cures insLeid.
of injures.”
“Pierre’s uneasiness left him.
The hours dragged slowly. From the
next room they could hear the insane
man laughing.
“I feel better tonight, Pierre, than I
have for a long while,” said the sick
woman. “If you want to make me hap'
pv you will take a few hours sleep. ’
“And leave you alone, mother?”
“I feel that I won t need you tonight,
hut I should like your father to stay in
here that he may call vuu in case I
should want you. He car. take a rap in
tile easy chair and lie will wake up as
soon as I touch hirn.”
Dollet came into the room just then
so Pierre did not have an opportunity to
object.
“Pierre is tired tonight, dear,” the
mother said “and I want hirn to sleep.”
“Well, why should he not go to bed?”
asked the man surprised.
“He does not want to leave me alone
here, because 1 am not feeling very well
but I told him tlint you wSII sit up with
me. Won’t you?
The insane man began to object, say
ing that it was he who was sick, but
when Pierre humored him he grew an
gry.
“You don’t think I am good for any
thing,” he said irritatedly. Then he
sat down in the easy chair and said in
a voice of command:
“You g%> to bed now Pierre. You
know your first duty is to obey your
parents.”
Pierre did obey, several times during
the night he got up and listened at the
door of the sick room. Everything was
quiet, but once he heard his mother’s
gentle voice:
“Now you are sitting here, Henri,
nursing me just as 1 did Pierre when he
was a little boy. Before I gave him his
medicine I always fasted it first myse'f
and then he always thought it as good'
and took it without even making a
no matter how awful it tasted.’’
Pierre felt sure that everything was
all right so lie went back to bed and
fell sound asleep.
It was broad daylight when he woke
up. lie sneaked into the sick room and
seeing his mother awake, he asked her
how she felt.
Sbe smiled and nodded.
“I have come back, lather,” he said.
“Now you can go and have a good
sleep.”
IJis father did not reply. lie looked
as if he were fast asleep. Pierre took
his hand and gave a cry. The hand was
cold and stiff.
He remembered his mother’s words
and was terror-stricken and his horrow
grew when he saw the empty medicine
bottle on the table.
His mother looked at him with an ex
pression of unspeakable love and ten
derness. A happy smile spread across
her face. Then she sighed and her soul
left the frail body, as if it had waited
only to see her beloved son once more.
readers a description of the substances
it contained, for if I could do that 1
should be just as great a man as the
deceased. Enough be it, that the “Mas
ic Ink’’ really did exist and the tale I
am about to tell of the death of its in
ventor is the most striking proof of
this fact The first announcement of
this wonderful invention created an
enormous excitement all over the
world. After years of patient work and
endless experiments John Davison
succeeded in producing a new kind of
ink, which surpassed any the world
tad ever known. Whoever dipped his
pen in this ink was irresistibly com
pelled to write the truth and nothing
but the truth.
The revolutions caused by this in
vention were indescribable. All for
eign offices bought the ink and or
dered it to he used throughout all de
partments. Whoever had a contract
to sign had the other party to write
SUNDAY. JUNE 21.
every word of it with Davison's ink.
Ail persons accused of murder who
were able to write out a satisfactory
defence with Davison’s ink were im
mediately acquitted. Married men who
suspected their wives of unfaithfulness
had them write down a declaration of
innocence in Davison's ink.
Suspicions quarrels, hatred and
fraud soon became extinct and the
pleasant discovery was made that this
world is not such a bad place after aiL
Enemies became friends, swindlers ana
confidence men became honest and
highly respectable people. The whole
world semed to have changd into a
Garden of Eden.
The area covered by the factories,
where Davison's ink was made soon
exceeded the arc-a of ihe city of New
1 orfc. Ink shares fetched fabulous
prices on the stock exchange, every
body wanted them anu the Davison
-Manufacturing Co. was forced to build
steamers and railroads to handle their
enormous shipments of ink. John
Davison himself received all the or
ders and decorations .that empeTors
and kings had to bestow and was
made an honorary member of al! Aca
demies throughout he world Pictures,
Postcards with his photo were sold by
hundreds of millions, and wherever ho
vent cameras clicked and moving pic
ture machines were turned. He be
came the pride of society, tile desire
ami longing of every salon.
II is therefore, hardly to be wondered
|at that when he died the entire world
wentinto mourn-; ;ind that ihe bil
lionaire, Lin-: paid $2,000,000 for
the spadq wit iiich his grave was
dug and pro- 1 it to National His
torical Muse m,
As you will i haps remember John
Davison died on a Sunday, The Min
ister Francis William Clarke had re
turned successful from an important
dlplon atic mission and was celebrat
ing this with a magnificent banquet
Every person of importance and primi
mence was present and Davison was
the hero of the evening The banquet
lasted until eleven, but a narrow cir*
cle of friends remained behind for a
that with Davison in the library.
Among these was Mr. Henry, the cal
ibrated foreign wit.
I lie friends enjoyed their coffee,
liqueurs and Havanas, talking on all
kinds of subjects. Naturally conver
sation gradually turned to the magic
ink and Francis William Clarke stoo l
up and made an eloquent speech in
iionor of Mr. Davis- n Everybody stood
up to cheer except Mr Henry, who re
mained seated. A painful silence fol
lowed, and all eyes turned to the
young man who dared insult the even
ing’s guest of honor. Mr. Henry ap
peared quite unconcerned, however,
and as he noticed, that he was ex
pected to give an explanation of his
conduct, he lit a fresh cigar, turned to
John Davison and said:
“You will pardon me. sir, but T do
not believe in your invention.”
I’he words created an enormous sen
sation. Davison stood up, his eyes
sparkling, and said:
"I demand an explanation and an
apology.”
“As you will," replied Mr. Henry. ”1
am quite ready to prove my words.
Somebody please give pen and ink.”
The minister rang a bell and a ser
vant brought a pen and inkstand which
the host personally filled with Davison's
ink. Mr. Henry took the pen. The clock
struck eleven.
Dipping the pen in the ink, Mr. Hen
ry then wrote these five words:
"John Davison is a swindler.”
This happened on September 17th,
1954. and at the same moment John
Davison dropped dead from heart
failure. At this moment he realized for
the first time the genuineness of his
invention and the blow killed him.
I hope that nobody will doubt that
my story is true, it is written with
Davison’s ink.
UMPIRING DE LUXE.
How Bill Klem, Billy Evans, Char
ley Rigler and the rest of the big
league judiciary irjpst envy the A IS
C'S who are umpiring a game at a
distance of 4,000 miles from the bleach
ers.
SIGHTLESS SEX 'TWOULD BE.
The bathing suit Patricia we rs would
make the prudish flown. although it
really covers more than did her winter
gown. Olt Fashion is a freakish dame
—that much we can't deny. How many
men would now he blind if looking cost
an eye!—Baltimore Sun.
“There is no greater
menace to the human
race than the young
fool whe worships
the money idol.”