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EIGHT
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
A story of border Mexico, vivid,
Intense, such at hat never before
been written, It this one of Ameri
can adventurer! into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Spanish tenor and aenorita, peon,
Indian, crowd Its chaptert with
elear-cut word pictures of bual
*ts», adventure and love, against
• somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
(Continued from Yesterday.)
Across Ills broad breast hung the
samn familiar cartridge-belt, two more
encircled his hips, and he walked
with his head held high, like the war
rior that he was.
Evidently his flight, had led to the
place where his arms hud been hid, for
he wore the regulation knife-bayonet
at his hip and around hla hat was tbe
red ribbon of his people, but Hud wan
too polite to ask him about his jour
ney. Since hts coming the Yaqul had
always maintained a certain mystery,
and now, though his eyes were big
with portent and heemlled at the Jests
about his gun, ho simply waved hla
hand to the south and east and mur
mured :
"Muchos revoltosos!”
"Seguro;" answered Rud Jokingly;
"but have you killed any?"
"Not yet!" returned the Indian, and
be did not smile at that
"I wonder what that Indian Is wait
ing around here for?” remarked I*hil In
English, “lie must have hla eye on
somebody."
"Yeah, I bet,” agreed Bud. regard
ing his savage friend with a specula
tive Interest. “Moet of them Yaqul
soldiers was farmhands In this coun
try before they rounded them up. I
reckon he’s looking for the man that
had him deported.
"Tired, Amigo?” he Inquired In
Spanish, and Ignacio gravely acknowl
edged that he was, n little.
"Then drink plenty coffee,” went on
Hooker. "Kat lots—tomorrow we go
to work In the mine.”
“Tomorrow?" repeated the Indian,
as If considering his other engage
ments; “good!" He nodded a smiling
assent
After a month and more of Idleness
Rud and Amigo performed prodigies
of labor in the <*it, rolling down
boulders, lifting them up on the tram,
and clearing away the face of the cliff.
Their tram was ramshackle, their
track the abandoned rails from older
■workings, and their tools little more
than their hands, but by noon the last
broken fragments were heaved aside
and live shattered ledge revealed.
A low cry of wonder escaped the
Yaqul as he gazed at the rich vein of
ore, and as he taw the grim smile on
Bud's rugged countenance he showed
his white teeth in sympathy.
“Que buenol" he murmured. "How
good!” gathering the prectouß frag
ments In bis handkerchief.
| At the camp they crashed tho
picked ore in a mortar and panned tt
1n the creek, and for the moment Do
Lanoey dropped his air of preoocu
paocy as he stared at the streak of
pure gold. IJke a yellow film it lay
along the edge of the last fine tailings,
and when skilful washing had loft It
bare. It gleamed like a Jewel In tho
pan.
"By Jove, Bud!" ho cried, “that’s the
real stuff- and It goes a dollar to the
pan easy!”
| "Sure thing!" assented Bud. “Letts
pound a lot of it and w ash It as we go
—then we’ll have some getaway money
rhen things break loose here!"
"I'll go you!" answered Phil, and
Bud’s heart wanned toward him aa be
watebed him pound up a piece of ore
and go to twirling the dirt in the
pan.
I But alaa for the fond hopes tie cher
ished! Even as he washed out the
gold Phil’s mind wandered far away,
back to the hotel where Gracia Ara
gon sat watching by the window .
Her hair was tbe ouior of gold, spun
fine and refined again; yes. It was
worth more than this golden dross
that he caught In the bottom of hts
pan. And what was gold if he could
not have her?
He paused In his labor and a dreamy
smile parted hla lips -then be broke
Into a song:
Sweet honey bee, be sweet to me.
My heart le free, but here’s the key;
Dock up the garden gate; honey, you
know rtl wait.
Cnder the rambler rose tree -os.
Once morn be returned to his work,
humming now the dulcet strains of
"The Merry Widow," and when Bud
crone hack from tbe cut it was to bear
a coon song:
Cos I wsnt yer. me honey, yea I want
yer, want yer;
Xtos I want yer. ma honey, r-a I do)
So he labored and sang, until finally
tbe labor ceased, and then the song.
He went about other things, and other
thoughts, not so cheerful. tUied his
Bind.
i Bod returned sadly to the compear
of the Yaqul and gare It u}. Perhaps
his pardner had been right when, rid
ing out of Agua Negra, he had en
larged upon the dangers of Old Mex
ico, "the land of manana and broken
promises,” Certainly hie speech had
been prophetic In regard to dark-eyed
women; for, even as he had said,
nothing seemed to please them better
than to come between man and man.
It was a madness, he felt sure —the
spell of the hot country, where the
women look out from behind barred
windows and men sing beneath their
balconies at midnight. Already it had
cost him his pardner—would It con
quer his will as well and make him
forget his truwt?
In hla Impotence the Idea of some
perverse fate—some malign Influence
over which he had no control —was
strong with Hooker; yet when tho
blow fell he was not prepared for 1L
It was the third day of their mining
and, with Amigo, he had been driving
Into the face of the cliff.
Already their round of holes was
drilled, the fuses cut, the charges set,
and as he retreated beforo the blast
he noticed absently that Cruz Mendez
was in (tamp. The shots followed, one
Thrust Hit Rifle Into Its Sling and
Started for Town.
after another, and he counted them to
make sure there was no miss-tire —
then he looked around and discovered
that Phil was gone.
"Where is Don Felipe?” he inquired
of Mendez, and that low-browed broth
er of the burro bowed fawnlngly be
fore bo replied.
"He has gone to Fortuna," he said,
wiping his face with a bath towel
which he wore about hls neck.
"And what for?” demanded Bud Im
peratively,
”1 don’t know, senor,” writhed Men
dei. “I brought him a letter.”
“From whom?"
“I don’t know. It was given to me
by Ju&na, the servant of tbe Benortt*
Aragon."
“Ah!" breathed Bud, and pretended
not to be surprised.
"Well, let ’im go!" he said to him
self, and went back into the mine. It
was what he had expected, in a way.
and his code bade him keep hia bands
off. But the next morning, when the
evil was either avoided or done, he
thrust his rifle into Its sling and start
ed for the town. At the jail he halted
and gated In through the windows—
then he rode up to the hotel and asked
for Phil.
"What? Have you not heard?**
clamored Don Jnan. "Ah, It Is most
unfortunate—l would not have had It
happen for the world!”
"What?" Inquired Bud succinctly.
"Why. the quarrel—the encounter
with Capital! del Key! 1 did ray best.
1 assure you. to prevent It, for the
town has been put under martial law
anil the captain is in full charge. They
quarreled over the favor of a lady, and
now your friend le in Jail."
"I didn't see him when I come by,*
observed Hooker.
“Ah. no—not In the carcel —In the
euartcl, the guardhouse of the
rurales I"
"Much obliged!" nodded Bud. and
rode on through the town. The street
of the Mexican quarter was Oiled
with strange people hurrying to and
fro; long packtralns loaded with
trunks and curious bundles came
swinging up from below; and a pair of
rurales, looking fierce under their
huge sombreros stood guard by the
ruartol door.
"Where ts the captain?" demanded
Hooked. After requesting him to hang
hls pistol-belt on hit Mddle-hora, a
sergeant shoM«g Mb In to the chief.
Manuel del Key was very busy with
papers and orders, but as the Ameri
can appeared In the doorway he rosa
and greeted him with a bow.
"Ah, good morning, senor,” he said,
with one swift glance to read hls mood.
"You are in search of your friend—-
no?"
"81. senor," answered Hooker, hut
with none of the animosity which tfc?
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captain had expected. TT Wherels _ heT n
“I regret very much,” began the of
ficer, speaking with military formality,
“but it Is my duty to Inform you that
the fteDor De Lancey has left Fortuna.
Last night he did me the honor to en
list <n my company of rurales —he is
now on hls way to the north to assist
in guarding the railroad.”
"What?” shouted Rud, hardly able
to believe hls ears. But when the cap
tain repeated it he no longer doubted
bis Spanish.
"But why?” he cried; "why did he
Join the rurales?"
"Ah, senor,” shrugged Del Hey, "was
lie not a Mexican citizen? Very well,
then; he could be summoned for mili
tary service. Rut the clrcumetancee
were these. Your friend came yester
day to this town, where I am at pres
ent military commander, and made an
unprovoked assault upon ny person.
For this, according to law, he should
have been shot at sunrise. But, not
wishing to occasion unpleasantness
with the Americans now residing here,
I offered him the alternative of mili
tary service. He is now enlisted as a
rural for a term of live years.”
"Five years!” exclaimed Hooker;
and then, instead of starting the ex
pected rough-houee—upon which the
rural guards were prepared to Jump on
hls back —he simply threw down hls
hat and cursed. Not anyone in par
ticular, but everything in general;
and at the end of it he turned once
more upon the watchfud captain.
"Dispenseme, senor,” he said, "this
is the truth, is it?"
"SI, senor,” returned Captain del
Rey. "Hut before leaving with hts de
tachment your friend wrote this letter,
which he requested me to deliver to
you.”
He offered with a flourish a sealed
envelope, from which Bud extracted a
short nota
Dear Bud:
When you get this I shall be far away.
I must have been mad, but It Is too late
now. Rather than be executed I have
enlisted as a rural. But I shall try to be
brave for her sake. Take care of tier.
Bud—for me! PHTL.
Bud read It through again and medi
tated ponderously. Then he folded It
up and thrust It In hls pocket
“Muchas grades, senor capitan,” ho
said, saluting and turning upon bis
heel; and while all the Mexicans mar
veled at the Inscrutable ways of Amer
icanos, he mounted and rode away.
CHAPTER XVII.
There was a world of Mexicans In
the plaza when Hooker rode down
through the town. Never, it seemed to
him, had he eeen so maiflr or liked
them leas.
To the handful of Americans who
remained to man the mill and mine,
they were easily a hundred to one;
and though their eyes were wide with
fear of the imminent rebels, they had
an evil way of staring at him which
he did not relish'.
Even at the hotel, where the Bpan
lsh-Mexican aristocracy was massed
ten deep, he sensed the same feeling
of veiled hostility and wondered vague
ly what it might portend. If Philip De
l-oncey, for making love to a girl, was
drafted Into the army, what would
happen to him If these people should
ever break loose? And did they havo
the courage to do their worst?
He lingered around the door for a
while, hoping to meet Don Juan or
some American who would tell him
the news; then, disgusted with every
thing. he flung away and left them to
themselves Fortuna was not a white
man’s country—he could see that with
out a diagram- but at the same time
he Intended to hold hts mine until he
could hear from Phil.
the tides of Insurrection come
and go, let the red-flaggers take the
town and the federal* take It back
again—at the end he would stm be
found at the Eagle Tail, unless Phil
received hls title to the min a
As for Aragon, whose fine Italian
hand he pencctved behind the sudden
taking off of Phil, let him make what
trades he would with the rurales and
Manuel del Key, even to the giving ot
hls daughter's hand; but If, tahtng ad
vantage of the unsettled time®, he
dared to try to steal their mine, then
there would be war to the knlfa
It Is a fine, comforting thing to be
single-minded and of one purpose. All
the rest of Use is simplified and or
dered then, and a man knows when to
raise hls band and when to hold It
back.
In hls letter rhll had said nothing
about their mine, but he was a Mexi
can cltlsen still, and the mine was In
hls name. Bud was hit pardner and
free to hold It In hls stead; and that
he determined to do—not only hold it.
but work tt for a stake. Then, when
the tide was passed and all made cer
tain, they could turn It over to Kruger
and quit the accursed country.
As for the girl. Bud decided that
she could take care of herself without
any assistance from him. and dis
missed her from hls mind.
Back at the mine hs found Amigo
guarding camp from the hilltop, and
after telling him the gist of hls troa-
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By DANE COOLIDGE
hies, the two of them went to work.
Every day, while one of them dug out
the ore, the other crushed and washed
It and watched as he horned out the
gold. Their rifles they kept beside
them and pistols in their belts; and
every time a Mexican dropped Into
camp, as one did now and then in the j
general unrest, he felt the silent men
ace of arms in readiness and continued
on hie way.
For a week they labored on together,
gTim, watchful, expectant—then, at
the break of day, they heard a distant j
rattle of arms, like the tearing of a
cloth, and knew that the battle was
on.
The great whistle at Fortuna opened
with its full, baes roar, and Amigo
snatched up his gun and went loping j
down the canyon, drawn Irresistibly j
by the sound of conflict. Bud lingered,
climbing higher and higher to get a
view of the country. But hla young
blood clamored for actlcn too, and
soon he was mounted and goue.
The fighting was not at the Ameri
can town, but down the valley by Old 1
Fortuna, and as Hooker galloped on j
toward the sound of the firing he no
ticed that it was on the move. Al
ready the cowardly rebels were re- !
treating—the volunteers from Fortuna |
were hurrying to get closer to them,
the rurales were riding to flank them;
and when Bud jumped hls horse up
the last hill and looked down Into the
broad, cultivated valley he saw the
dust of their flight.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
“We Need Help and You
Fellows Must Help Us”
Hoxie, Kas—Hoxie today is almost
a deserted village while the male pop
ulation is sweating in neighboring
wheat fields. A delegation of farm
ers came into town lamenting that
harvest hands imported from the east
had quit because of the heat.
"We need help and you fellows
must help us,” declared the leader of
a delegation to a meeting ot business j
men.
A half hour later the town barbers
posted signs on their doors reading.
“Shaves and hair cuts on Saturday
only.”
The doors of the courthouse were
locked and every county official
donned old clothes.
Loss of the harvest would paralyze
the town's business.
Butcher Wants Warrant
For Arrest of Ty Cobb
Detroit. Mich.—William L. Carpen
ter, the meat market owner who was
attacked by Tyrus Cobb, Saturday
night, today asked Prosecuting At
torney Alen H. Fraser to issue a war
rant for the ball player’s arrest. The
prosecutor told Carpenter he should j
apply to one of the police justices
for a warrant of that nature. Up
to the middle oT the afternoon, how
ever, Carpenter had not appeared be
fore any of the police court officials.
She Shot and Killed Her
Husband; Found Insane
Portsmouth, N. H.—Mrs. Mary Fol
som, of Somerville, Mass., who shot
and killed her husband, Henry H. Fol
som, near Exeter, last Saturday, to
day was committed to the State
Insane Hospital at Concord for obser
vation of her mental condition.
Mrs. Folsom, who formerly wag an
inmate of an asylum in Massachu
setts, said she shot her husband be
cause she loved him and did not want
him to marry another woman.
Enthusiastic Reception
at Oxford, Page, Bryce
Oxford, England.—An enthusiastic
reception was accorded to Walter
liines Page. United States ambassa
dor, and Viscount Bryce, former Brit
ish ambassador at Washington, when
they came up at today’s encaenia, or
commemoration, to receive degrees
from Oxford University.
Ambassador Page was made doctor
of civil law and Viscount Bryce be
came doctor of laws. In Introducing
Ambassador Page, the public orator
dwelt on the hundred years of un
broken peace between the two great
English-speaking nations.
AVIATION FATALITY.
Schwerin, Germany—Another aviation J
fatality occurred in thp Germany army]
flying corps today when Lieutenant
Kolb was killed by the overturning of
tli® aeropUof he wss piloting.
ANSWER TO WHEN NOT WHAT?
A prominent man cnlled to condole
with a lady on the death of her hus
band, and concluded by saying, “Did
he leave you much?”
"Nearly every night,” was the re
ply—National Monthly.
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