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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? Author of -THE FIGHTING FOOL,” "HIDDEN WATERS," “THE TEXICAN," Etc. Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN (Copyright. 19U. by Frank A. Munacy.l 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- THE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA. GA. 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. An ideal home on Monte Sano for 3ale, cheap. 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