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MONDAY, JUNE 22.
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
A tory of border Mexico, vivid,
fntepo, ouch as haa never before
beerwrltten, is this one of Ameri
can idventurer6 into the land of
manna. Texan, mining engineer,
Spaish senor and senorita, peon,
Indin, crowd its chapters with
clea-cut word pictures of busi
new adventure and love, against
a ember background of wretched
arrrea marching and counter
maphlng across a land racked by
revlutlon and without a aavlor.
i
I
(Coltinued from Yesterday.)
Evin with the Yaqui, much as he
trusbd him, he had reservations about
Coppr Bottom; and once, when he
founi him petting him and stroking
his !GB<s, he shook hie head forbld
dingy. And from that day on, though
he -watered Copper Bottom and cared
for his wants, Amigo was careful
nevr to caress him.
Bit in all other matters, even to
lendng him his gun, Bud trusted the
Ya<pi absolutely. It was about a week
after he came to camp that 4 m te°
siglted a deer, and when Bud loaned
him his rifle he killed It with a single
Bha.
Sbon afterward he came loping back
fron' a scouting trip and made signs
for the gun again, and this time he
brought in a young peccary, which he
routed in a pit, Indian style. After
tint, when the meat was low, Bud sent
him out to hunt, and each time he
bnught back a wild hog or a deer for
every cartridge.
The one cross under which the
Yaqui suffered was the apparent fail
ure of the mine, and, after slipping up
lzto the cut a few times, he finally
came back radiant. ,
"Mira!” he said, holding out a piece
of rock; and when Hooker gazed at
the chunk of quartz he pointed to the
specks of gold and grunted, “Oro!”
,‘^eguro!”'answered Bud, and going
dawia Into his pocket, he produced an-
|i *TW® Men, One of Them a Ruratot”
other like It At this the Yaqut cocked
hhs bead,to one aide and regarded him
strangely.
"Why yo« no dig gcridr he asked
i«t last, and then Bud told him the
•tory.
"We have an enemy," he said, "who
Bright eteal It from us. So now we
’wait for papers. When we get them,
we dig!"
"Ah!" breathed Amigo, hls face and*
deilly clearing up; "and can I work
for you then?"
"81," answered Bud, “for four dol
lars a day. But now you help me
watch, ao nobody cornea.”
"Stawano!” exclaimed the Indian,
:well satisfied, and after that he spent
hours on the hilltop, his black head
thrust out error the crest like a chuck
awalla lizard as he conned the land
bdiow.
I So the days went by until three
weeks had passed, and still no paper*
came. As his anxiety Increased Phil
fell into the habit of staying in town
overnight, and finally he was gone for
two days. The third day was drawing
to a close, and Bud was getting rest
less, when suddenly he beheld the
Yaqul bounding down the hill In great
leaps and making signs down the
lean yon.
"Two men!" he called, dashing up to
the tent; "one of them a rural!”
"Why a rural?" asked Bud, mysti
fied.
"To take me!” cried Amigo, striking
fclmself violently on the breast. “Lend
*ne your rifle!"
“No," answered Bud, after a pause;
"you might get Into trouble. Run and
hide In thd» rocks—l will signal you
when to come back.”
“Muy blen," said the Taqul obedi
ently, and, turning, he went up over
rjeks like a mountaln : sheep, bounding
from boulder to 'boulder until Tie Hlsc
appeared among the hilltops; Then,
as Bud brought in his horse and shut
him hastily inside his corral, the two
riders came around the point—a rural
and Aragon!
Now, in Mexico a rural, as Bud well
knew, means trouble—and Aragon
meant more trouble, trouble for him.
Certainly, 60 busy a man as pon Cipri
ano would not come clear to his camp
to help capture a Yaqui deserter. Bud
sensed it from the start that this was
another attempt to get possession of
their mine, and he awaited their com
ing grimly. *
“ ’S tardes,” he said in reply to the
rural’s abrupt salute, and then hp
stood silent before his tent, looking
them over shrewdly. The rural was
a hard-looking citizen, as many of
them are, but on this occasion he
seemed a trifle embarrassed, glancing
inquiringly at Aragon. As for Aragon,
he wae gazing at a long line of jerked
meat which Amigo had hung out to
dry, and his drooped eye opened up
suddenly as he turned his cold regard
upon Hooker.
“Senor,” he said, speaking with an
accusing harshness, “we are looking
for the men who are stealing my
cattle, and I see we have not far to
go. Where did you get that meat?”
"I got it from a deer,” returned
Bud; "there is his hide on the fence;
you can see it if you’ll look.”
The rural, glad to create a diver
sion, rode over and examined the hide
and came back satisfied, but Aragon
was not so easily appeased.
“By what right,” he demanded truc
ulently, "do you, an American, kill
deer in our country? Have you the
special permit which is required?”
"No, senor,” answered Hooker so
berly; "the deer was killed by a Mex
ican I have working for me!”
“Ha!” sneered Aragon, and then he
paused, balked.
"Where is this Mexican?” inquired
the rural, his professional instincts
aroused, and while’Bud was explaining
that he was out in-the hills some
where, Aragon spurred his horse up
closer and peered curiously into his
tent.
"What are you looking for?” de
manded Hooker sharply, and then Ara
gon showed his hand.
"I am looking for the drills and drill
spoon,” he said; “the ones you stole
when you took my mine!”
“Then get back out of there!” cried
Bud, seizing his horse by the bit and
throwing him back on his haunches;
“and stay out!” he added, as he
dropped his hand to his gun. "But it
the rural wishes to search," he said,
turning to that astounded official, "he
is welcome to do so.”
"Muchas gracias, no!” returned the
rural, shaking a finger in front of his
face, and then he strode over to where
Aragon was muttering and spoke in a
low tone.
"No!” dissented Aragon, shaking his
head violently; "no—no! I want this
man arrested!” he cried, turning vin
dictively upon Bud. “He has stolen
my tools —my mine—my land! He has
no business here —no title! This land
is mine, and I tell him to go. Pronto!”
he shouted, menacing Hooker with his
riding-whip, but Bud only shifted his
feet and stopped listening to his ex
cited Spanish.
"No, senor,” he said, when it wae all
over, "this claim belongs to my pard
ner, De Lancey. You have no —”
"Ha! De Lancey!” Jeered Aragon,
suddenly indulging himself in a sar
donic laugh. “De Lancey! Ha, ha!"
"What’s the matter?” cried Hooker,
as the rural joined in with a derisive
smirk. "Say, speak up, hombre!” he
threatened, stepping closer as his eyes
took on a dangerous gleam. “And let
me tell you now," he added, "that if
any man touches a hair of his head
I’ll kill him like a dog!”
The rural backed his horse away, as
if suddenly discovering that the Amer
ican was dangerous, and then, salut
ing respectfully as he took his leave,
he said:
"The Senor De Lancey is in Jail!"
They whirled their horses at that
and galloped off down the canyon, and
as Bud gazed after them he burst into
a frenzy of curses. Then, with the
one thought of setting Phil free, he
ran out to the corral and hurled the
saddle on hie horse.
It was through some chicanery, he
knew —some low-down trick on the
part of Aragon—that bis pardner had
been Imprisoned, and he swore to have
him oilt or know the reason why. Ei
ther that or he would go after Aragon
and take it out of his hide.
It was outside Bud’s simple code
even to question his perdner’s inno
cence, but, Innocent or guilty, he would
have him out if he bad to tear down
the Jail.
So he slapped bis saddle-gun Into
the sling, reached for his quirt, and
went dashing down the canyon. At
a turn in the road ne came suddenly
upon Aragon and tfce rural, split a
way between them, and leaned for
ward aa Copper Bottom burned up the
trail.
It was long since \bo shiny sorrel
had been given his bead, and he need
ed neither whip nor spurs—but a mile
or two down the arroyo Bud suddenly
=By DANE COOLIDGE=
Author of
"THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,"
\ “THE TEXICAN,” Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
(Copyright, 19H. by Frank A. Munsey.)
Felned him In and looked behind. Then
he turned abruptly up the hillside and
jumped him out on a point, looked
again, and rode slowly back up tbo
trail.
Aragon and the rural were not in
sight—the question was, were they
following? For a short distance he
rode warily, not to be surprised in
hie suspicion; then, as he found tracks
turning back, he gave head to his
horse and galloped swiftly to camp.
The horses of the men he sought
stood at the edge of the mine-dump
and, throwing his bridle-rein down be
side them, Bud leaped off and ran up
the cut Then he stopped short and
reached for his six-shooter. The two
men were up at the end, down on their
knees, and digging like dogs after a
rabbit
So eager were they in their search
so confident in their fancied security,
that they never looked up from their
work, and the tramp of Hooker’B boots
was drowned by their grubbing until
he stood above them. There ho
paused, his pistol in hand, and waited
grimly for developments.
“Ha!” cried Aragon, grabbing at a
piece of quartz that came up, “Aqui lo
tengo!” He drew a second piece from
his pocket and placed them together.
“It is the same!” he said.
Still half-buried in the excavation,
he turned suddenly as a shadow
crossed him, to get tho light, and hla
jaw dropped at the sight of Bud.
"I’ll trouble you for that rock,” ob
served Bud, holding out his hand, and
as the rural jumped, Aragon handed
over the ore. There was a moment’s
silence as Bud stood over them—then
he stepped buck and motioned them
out with his gun.
Down the jagged cut they hurried,
awed into a guilty silence by his an
ger, and when he let them mount
without a word the rural looked back,
surprised. Even then Bud said noth
ing, but the swing of the Texan’s gun
spoke for him, and they rode quickly
out of Bight.
“You dad-burned greasers!” growled
Bud, returning his pistol with a jab
to Its holster. Then he looked at the
ore. There were two pieces, one fresh
dug and the other word, and as he
gazed at them the worn piece seemed
strangely familiar. Aragon had been
comparing them —but where had he
got the worn piece?
Once more Bud looked It over, and
then the rock fell from his hand. It
was the first piece they had found—
the piece that belonged to Phill
CHAPTER XV.
When the solid earth quakes, though
it move but a thousandth of an Inch
beneath our feet, the human brain
reels and we become dizzy, sick and
afraid. So, too, jit the thought that
some trusted friend has played us
false, the mind turns back upon Itself
and we doubt the stability of every
thing—for a moment. Then, as ws
find all the trees straight up, the world
intact, and the hills in their proper
places, we cast the treacherous doubts
aside and listen to the voice of reason.
For one awful moment Hooker saw
himself betrayed by his friend, either
through weakness or through guile;
and then his mind straightened Itself
and he remembered that Phil was In
jail.
What more natural, then, than that
the rurales should search his pockets
and give the ore to Aragon? He
stooped and picked up the chunk of
rock—that precious, pocket-worn spec
imen that had brought them the first
promise of success—and wiped it on
his sleeve.
Mechanically he placed It beside the
other piece which Aragon bad gouged
from the edge, and while he gazed at
them he wondered what to do—to
leave their mine and go to his friend,
or to let his friend wait and stand
guard hy their treasure—and hla heart
told him to go to his friend.
So he swung up on his horse and
followed slowly, and as soon bb It was
dark he rode secretly through Old
Fortuna and on till he came to the
jail. It was a square stone structure,
built across the street from the can
tina In order to be convenient for
the drunks, and as Bud rode up close
and stared at It, aome one hailed him
through the bare.
“Hello there, pardner,” called Hook
er, swinging down and striding over
to the black window, "how long have
they bad you in here?”
"Two days,” answered Phil from the
Inner darkness; "but it seems like a
lifetime to me. Say, Bud, there's a
Mexican In here that’s got the jim
jams—regular tequila jag—can’t yoa
get me out?”
"Well, I eure will!” answered Bud;
"wbat have they got you In for?
Where’s our friend, Don Juan? Why
didn’t be let me know?”
"You can search mo!” railed De
Lancey. "Seems like everybody quit*
you down hero the minute you get
Into trouble. I got arrested night be
fore last by those d d rurales —■
Manuel Del Rey was behind It, you
can bet your life on that—and I’ve
been here ever since!”
"Well, what are you pinched for?
Who do I gojand ees2!’_
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
"Pinched" for nothing!” cried De
Lancey bitterly. “Pinched because
I’m a Mexican citizen and can’t pro
tect myself! I’m incomunicado for
three days!”
“Well, I’ll get you out, all right.”
said Hooker, leaning closer against
the bars. “Here, have a smoke—did
they frisk you of your makings?”
“No!” snapped De Lancey crossly,
“but I’m out of everything by this
time. Bud, I tell you I’ve had a time
of it! They threw me in here with
this crazy, murdering Mexican and
I haven't had a wink of sleep for two
days. He’s quiet now, but I don’t
want any more."
“Well, say,” began Bud again, “what
are you charged with? Maybe I can
grease somebody'® paw and get you
out tonight!”
There was an awkward pause at
this, and finally De Lancey dropped
his white face against the bars and
his voice became low and beseeching.
"I'll tell you, Bud,” he said, “1
haven’t been quite on the square with
you—l’ve been holding out a little.
But you know how It Is—when a fel
low’s in love. I’ve been going to see
Gracia!”
“Oh!” commented Hooker, and stood
very quiet, whilo he waited.
"Yes, I’ve been going to see her,"
hurried on Phil. "I know I promised;
but, honest. Bud, I couldn’t help it.
It Just seemed as If my whole being
was wrapped up In her, and I had to
do It. Bhe’d be looking for me when
I came and went—and then I fixed it
with her maid to take her a letter.
And then I met her secretly, back
by the garden gate. You know they've
got some holes punched in the wall —
loopholed during the fight last sum
mer—and we’d —”
“Sure, I’ll take your word for that,”
broke in Hooker harshly. “But get to
the point! What are you pinched
for?"
(To Be Coutimied Tomorrow.)
CAN’T TIME ’EM.
A —Time flies.
Tt —I can’t. They’re too quick for
me.—L’Anonyme.
Whiskey makes a man take the alley, while others take the street.—Convict 1019, in the nldex, published in the
Washington State Reformatory at Monroe.
German industrial and Commercial Con
cerns to P resent Great Display at the
Panama Pacific Exposition
Special Cable to tho International
Service.
Berlin. lt 1h asserted on the
authority of a well informed resident
here that while it is unlikely that the
German government will change 11s
attitude regarding official Participa
tion In the Panama Pacific Exposition,
Important commercial and industrial
concerns will present n greater dis
play of German products than this
eouuntry has ever presented at any
exhibition. German arts, and crafts
and many links In the chain of her so
cial structure will have an imposing
place.
The collapse of the committee, or
ganized by Herr Hallln, Director- Gen
eral of the Hamburg-American Line,
was mainly due to the fact that It In
\ olved too much publicity. Firms did
not wish competitors to know that
they were exhibiting or the extent and
nature of their exhibits. That, they
held, would bring rivals more readily
into the field. It w-as felt desirable to
work with greater secrecy, and that is
what is now being done.
Business Sub-Committee.
A husiness sub-committee of the
Ballin Committee survived, and, under
the tltal of the "Centralstelle fur die
Deutsche A indenting in San Francis
co,” is arranging the exhibits. There
also exists an unofficial committee,
formed of the heads of the chief ex
hibiting firms, but its composition Is
not made public. Officials of tbfc
“Centralstelle,” in Berlin are surpised
at the great desire to exhibit. The
“Centralstelle” is fully by the San
Francisco authorities, and its Policy is
to accept as exhibitors only important
firms and organizations.
A member of the unofficial commit
tee informed me that if the British
Government would change its attitude
the German Government would cer
tainly do the same. There was a
strong general feeling in favor of of
ficial participation, but tne German
government would rather that Great
Britain move first.
Industries.
Among the Industries to be repre
sented will be engineering, shipping,
(not, as yet—ship building!), the tex
tile chemical metalware brewing, and
the food production Industries. There
will he a big perfumery exhibit, an
other of railway rolling stock and a
display of musical Instruments. There
will he a book selection on the Hues
of the Leipzig exhibition, and a sec
tion devoted to woman's work In the
life of the nation. Here a complete
hospital will be on on view.
German exhibits will not, of course,
be housed in a separate building but
will be scattered throughout the eleven
pavllllons. Together the exhibits oc
cupy a ground space of over 140,000
square feet, and the sections will be
placed in buildings (designed by Prof.
Bruno Moehrlng, German leading ar
chitect), reproducing famous old Ger
man structures such aH the town halls
of Hamburg, Bremen, Dresden, Hildes
hoim, Breslau, Posen and Frankfort
on-Maln. The Deutsche Luftschif
fahrts Gesellschaft will send a l’arso
val airship, and nearly all the famous
German watering places will have dis
plays calculated to attract American
THE MAN IN THE ALLEY
visitors to these resorts. The art sec
tion, as large as that of France, Is
under the management of the Society
lor German Art Abroad, and 600 ar
tists will be represented.
In the Varied Industries section
Germany will have a fine exhibit, cov
ering a floor space of 20.600 square
feet, while In the Manufacturers sec
tion she will have 10,000 square feet.
Special efforts will be made to excel
in the Educationl and Social Economy
section, where the Fatherland will
have 16,000 square feet at her disposal.
Every day fresh applications Pour into
the committee’s offiees, and already
the number of exhibits is approaching
20,000.
Many merchants to whom I have
spoken on the subject think that it
would be additionally appropriate if
next year the flags of the two nations,
which have never, In all history,
fought against one another, fletv side
by side in a great centre of peace and
her allies, trade and commerce, which
will attract visitors from all over the
world.
“OUR LITTLE CANARY
WON’T SING ANY MORE ’ ’
(DOCTOR’S ORDERS)
TEA Spoor/ * ' ~
\ mMi M
it Kj" / -T i ' +
f¥"" /i
.—i——— —
By J. T. POWERS.
But of course when that sore throat o® ts better we may hear a few chirps
THE CAUTION.
O citizens
Who daily toll,
You’re hereby, asked
The arts to foil
Of those mean folk
Who travel much
On city cars, /
To work the "touch.”
Oh, carry not
For your own health,
An pockets loose
Your surplus wealth.
And then get in
Else later on,
A pushing crowd
With woe you're bowed.
Of jojstling men
Be wary quite,
Their movements deft
Keep well in sight,
And In your course
Heed police tips.
In special this:
Look out for "dips.”
—Baltimore A meric at
FOOL QUESTION NUMBER
"Had a puncture, my friend?" asked
the passerby, with an air of Interest.
The chauffeur looked up and swal
lowed his feeling* with a hugh gulp.
“No, sir,” he repliod. “I’m just
changing the air in the tiros. The
other lot's worn out, you know!” —■
Tlt-Btts.
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