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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. SEVEN