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TWELVE
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 tbit one of Ameri
can adventurers Into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Bpaniah tenor and aenorita, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
• somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across s land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
(Continued from Wednesday.)
Dwb the fenced trail that led to the
•oarer country the mounted lnsurrectos
wer# spurring In a rout; across the
runrtj plowed field, of Aragon the men
m foot were making a abort cut for the
•Uli; and all about them, like leaping
•raaahopi **>-«, sprang up puffs of dust.
Near they plunged Into the willow
Krruah along the river, where It swung
In against the ridge; and as their pur
■naan broke Into the open they halted
■md returned the Are. The bullets
pstrndk up the dust like hailstones In
front of the oncoming Irregulars, a
■man or two fn the lead went down,
and they faltered. Then, as frantically
aa the rebels, they turned and ran for
While defend era and Invaders shot
Ibacfc and forth acmes the broad field,
[Bad pot spurs to hie home and rode
icloaea. and when he came out on an
other hilltop he was Just In time to aee
Om ruralee oome pelting In from the
■Mat and take the revolt nsos on the
lIa&JL There was a great deal of long
distance firing then, while the rebels
skwty retreated, and Anally, with a
last defiant volley, the defenders
turned back from their pursuit and
marched triumphantly to Old Fortune.
There, amid numerous vivos, Don
Ctprtano rolled out a cask of moaral
and, after a tier)' speech. Invited the
victors to help themselves. Bo they
fell to drinking and carousing, and the
one defender who had been wounded
was bandaged and made much of,
while a great crowd from the upper
town looked on In awe and admiration.
At last Manuel del Key and his
rur&les returned from hiirasstng the
en:my and with several wounded pris
oners In their midst, the valor-drunk
Mexicans formed a riotous procession
and went marching back to town.
Bleary horse and mule was carrying
double, guns were being dropped,
broad hats knocked oft and ever, as
tb«y marched, they shouted:
"Viva Madorn I Viva Mojlool Muorta
A 100 revoltosoHl"
It was an edifiylug spectacle to an
Jtnwuiran. and with the rest Bud
tagged along to the plain, where they
had speeches and cheers galore and
mom maarai at the company's cantina.
But tn the midst of It, while he sat
laughing on his horse by the hotel.
Bod felt a gravel strike his broad
hat from above and. looking furtively
ail. he beheld Oracle Aragon smiling
down at him from the balcony.
She beckoned him with a swift
movement and gaaed out over the as
awilMsgn again, and attar a few mo
menta of deliberation Hooker dod his
home and wandered into the hotel
A tingle of excitement went owor
him as he tramped up to the ladle*'
-parlor, tor he had never met Gracia
Aaoe to (ace. But he disguised his
qualms by assuming a maaklilue grim
neaa of oountenanca and, when the
gkwtous Orada glided out of her room
to mast him. ha only Minted and atuod
JWU *
A Wig experience aa a poker phvyar
ww all that Mvad him from betrayal.
*o r there waa something tn her very
■pssaenoe which made his heart leap
and bound. But he only gaaed at bar
aomberty, without even so much as
Twistng tils bat.
Back tn Texas, In hi- ml world.
It was oonaldurud idu uily to
thus salute the ladle* he stood
then*, his big sombre.u , ~<>d down
osar his mop of light hair, gaaing at
her wttbout a blink.
Perbaia It was not altogether as
ftlandly a scrutiny of her charming
Cnatnra* aa Oracle expected, for he
wuMsnbnrnd what she had dona to bis
pard&er; but If she soused such a rare
thing aa disapproval from a young
man, ahe was too excited to show It.
Her Ups trembled, and ahe looked back
furtively, meanwhile drawing him Into
an akoova by the slightest twitch of
bis sleeve.
“Don't talk too load,** she whis
pered. "My mother is listening from
the room —but for the love of dud, tell
me, whore is Phil?"
"I ■nrwen'd Bod. try
ln* to lower his big voice lo a boudoir
softness; "he Joint'd the rurales and
w ordered north—that's all 1 know ."
"Tea. yes, to be sure; but haven't
you beard from him?"
She teemed to be all Impatience to
snatch his news and Ay with it, but
Bad was tn no such hurry. And so
far was be from being a carpet knight
that be immediately raised his voice
to Its normal bass. It waa all right
for Pftll #nd his ynfL to t§lk bjr signs
and whispers, but that was not fils
style.
"Not since he went away,” he said.
"Me left me a little note, then, say
ing—”
"Saying what?” she demanded
breathlessly.
■ "Well, saying that he bad enlisted
to keep from being executed, and—
that’s about all!”
"And not a word about me?”
"Yes,” admitted Bud; “he said he’d
try to put up with It—on account of
you—and—”
"What?" she entreated, taking him
beseechingly by the coat.
“Well,’' stammered Hooker, shifting
his feet and looking away, "he told me
to kinder teke care of you- while he
was gone.”
"Ah!” she breathed, still standing
close to him, "and will you do it?”
“I reckon so," said Bud, "If we have
any trouble.”
"But I’m In trouble now!” she cried
Tin watched—l can’t get away—and
I’m afraid 1”
"Afraid of what?” he demanded.
"Of him!" she answered, her voice
breaking; "of Manuel del Hey!”
"Well," replied Hooker bluntly, 'Tve
got nothing to do with that- 1 can’t
I
“But I'm In Trouble Now!” She Cried.
interfere In your love affaire—hut If
they’s wur and they try to take the
town, you can count on me."
“Oh. thank you," she said, bowing
HatlrlcaUy. "And do you expect •
war?”
“Not with that bunch of hombres!"
returned Bud, waving a disparaging
hand toward the noise of the shouting.
At this she broke down and laughed.
Evidently she was not so fearful of
discovery after all.
"You forget, sir,” ahe said, “that I
am a Mexican 1“
Then, aa he failed to show any signs
of contrition, she changed her mood
again.
"But wait!” she ran on, her eyee
flashing. "Perhaps we are not so eager
to defend our government \ ,ien we
have a new one every year. But If the
men who are gathering in Chihuahua
invade our country, you will find that
as Sonorans those men will fight to
the deitlb.
“You laugh beenusc you do nor un
derstand But why should we So
norans tight side by side with the
federals and rurales? Are they not
the soldiers of Diaz, who have simply
changed to another master? That
Manuel del Key was last year hunting
down Mnderistas In the hills; now ha
Is fighting for Madcro! And tometo
row? Who can say?”
She shrugged her shoulders scorn
fully, and Hooker perceived that she
was In earnest In her dislike of the
dashing captain, but prudence warned
him to say nothing if ho would escape
being drawn into the quarrel.
"No!" she wont on, after an expeo
<unt pause, "let the ruralee pursue
these bandits they are hired for that
purpose! But If Orozco and Salazar
Join this ladron, Bernardo Bravo, and
seek to capture our towns, then, Senor
Americano, you will see real war and
men fighting to the death! Ah, you
laugh again you are a Texan and
judge us Sonomne by the cowardly
Uhlhuahuaus but tt Is the truth. And
1, for one." she added naively, “would
be utmost glad to have war. Do yon
know why ? To see if you would really
Ccfeud me!”
She smiled, looking frankly Into his
eyes, and Bud blush's! to the roots of
his hair, but once again he held his
|M<ace.
"What, senor!" she bantered; "you
do not speak? Surely, then, your
friend De Lancey waa wrong when
ho said you would save me! For look.
Mr. Hooker, I am promised to marry
dear Phil; but how can 1 manage that
when Manuel del Rey l« watching me?
It is Imposalble. Is It not?"
"Seems to.” muttered Bud,_snd_lj
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the hack of his head he began to think
quickly. Here was the fountainhead
of his misfortunes, and If she had her
way she would lay all his plans In
ruins and even then not marry Phil.
In fact, from the light way she spoke,
he sensed that she did not intend to
marry him. Her grudge was against
■Vlßnuel del Key who drove away all
her lovers.
"Well,” he ventured, “there’s no
rush, I reckon —Phil’s enlisted for Ave
years.”
“Ha!” she cried contemptuously;
and do you think he will serve? No!
At a word from me he will Aee to the
border and I shall Join him In the
United States!”
"What?” demanded Bud; "Phil de
sert ?’’
In a moment he saw what such a
move would mean to him —to Kruger
and the Eagle Tail —and he woke sud
denly from his calm.
“Here now," he said, scowling _s Us
saw that she was laughing at him,
"you’ve made me and Phil enough
trouble. You let that boy alone,
savvy?”
Ho stooged toward her as he spoke,
fixing her with masterful eyes that
had tamed many a bad horse and man,
and she shrank away Instinctively.
Then she glanced at him shyly and
edged over toward the open door.
"I will do what I please, Mr. Hook
er,” she returned, balancing on the
verge of flight.
"All right,” Bud came back; "but
don’t you call me in on It. Yotr*ve
made a fool of Phil—l suppose you’d
like to got me, too. Then your father
would grab our mine."
“What do you mean?” she chal
lenged, turning back upon him.
"1 mean this,” responded Hooker
warmly. "Phil holds the title to our
mine. If he deserts he loses his Mexi
can citizenship and his claim Is no
good. But you don’t need to think that
your father will get the mine then, be
cause he’ll have to whip me first!"
"O-ho!” she sneered; “so that Is
what you are thinking of? You are a
true gringo, Mr. Hooker—always
thinking about the money!”
’’Yes,” returned Bud; “and even at
that I believe your old man will best
me!”
She laughed again, with sudden
capriclousnees, and stood tapping the
floor with her foot.
“All, I see,” she said at length, gaz
ing at him reproachfully; "you think
I am working for my father. You
think I got poor Phil Into all this
trouble In order to cheat him of his
mine. But let me tell you, Benor
Gringo,” she cried with sudden fire,
“that I did not! I have nothing to do
with my father and his schemes. But
If you do not trust me —”
She turned dramatically to go, but
when Hooker made no effort to stay
her she returned once more to the at
tack.
"No,” she said, "It was because he
was an American —because he was
brave- that I put my faith tn Phil.
These Mexican men are cowards—they
are afraid to stand up and fight! But
Philip dared to make love to me—he
dared to stng to me at night—and
whan Manuel del Key tried to stop him
he stood up and made a tight!
"Ah, that Is what I admire—a man
who Is brave 1 And let me tell you,
Senor Hooker, 1 shall always love your
friend! If I could run away I would
marry him tomorrow; but this cur,
Manuel del Hey, stands in the way.
Even my own father Is against me.
Hut 1 don’t care—l don’t care what
happens -only do not think that I am
not your friend!”
She paused now and glanced at him
shyly, and as her eloquent eyes met
his own Bud felt suddenly that she
was sincere. The gnawing and oorro
•ive doubts that had eaten at his heart
fell away, and he saw her now In her
true beauty, with no uneasy thoughts
of treachery to poison his honest love.
“I believe you, lady,” he eaid. “And
I'm glad to know you." he added, tak
ing off his hnt and bowing awkwardly.
"Anything I can do for you, don't hesi
tate to ask for tt—only 1 can’t go
against my partners on tills mine.”
He bowed again and retreated
toward the door, but she followed him
Impulsively.
"Shake hands,” she said, holding oat
both her own, "and will you help me?”
”Bure!" answered Bud, and as her
soft Angers closed on his he took them
gently, for fear that he might crush
them and never know.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A month of vreary waiting followed
that day of days tn Fortuna. and still
there was no word from Phil. Bernardo
Bravo and his rebel raiders passed
through the mountains to the east, and
news came of heavy Aghttng In Chi
huahua Don Ctpriano Aragon moved
hta family back to his hacienda and
Gracia became only a dream.
Then, one day, as Hooker and the
Yaqul were Industriously pounding out
gold, a messenger came out from town
with a telegram In bis hand.
Am In Qsdedun No choars to hold
mins Kruger says quit—P.
"Nfl. I'll be ’sarned_l|_ l dgj" mtil
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
By DANE COOLIDGE=
tered Bud. Then he sat down to think.
"Amigo,” he said to the Yaqul, "are
you a Mexican citizen? Can you get
title to mine?”
“Me a Mexican?" repeated Amigo,
tapping himself on the chest. “No.
senor! Seguro que no!”
“All right then,” observed Bud bit
terly, “here goes nothing—nowhere!
I’ll turn Mexican myself!”
He passed the messenger on the way
to town, took out his first papers as a
citizen, picked up the mineral agent’s
expert on the way back, and located
the Eagle Tall In his own name. Be
fore riding back to camp he wired to
Kruger;
Have turned Mex and relocated claim.
HOOKER.
It was his last card, and he did not
expect to win by it. Fate had been
against him from the first, and he
could see his finUh, but his nature
drove him to fight on. All that Ara
gon had to do now was to have him
summoned for military service, and
Del Key would do the rest.
Then he could take over the mine.
A mere formality—or so It seemed—
but between Aragon and his mine
stood the Texas blood. Hooker had
been crowded to the wall, and he waa
mad enough to fight
The news of De Lancey’s desertion
followed quickly after his flight—lt
came over the federal wires in a re
port to Manuel del Key—but by the
time It got to Aragon that gentleman
was too late. They rode Into camp
the next day—Aragon and the captain
of the rurales —and at the first glimpse
of that hated uniform Amigo waa off
like a buck. Bud went out sullenly
to meet them, his black mood showing
In his lowering eyes, and he halted
them by the savagery of his cursing.
“You cock-eyed old reprobate,” he
snarled, advancing threateningly upon
the paling Aragon, "this makes three
times you’ve come Into my camp and
brought your gun with you! Now take
It off!” he yelled, dropping suddenly
Into Spanish. "Take that gun off—do
you understand?”
So violent and unexpected waa hta
assault that it threw Aragon into a
pan'c, and even Manuel del Rey soft
ened his manner as he Inquired into
the cause.
"Never mind,” answered Bud,
smiling crustily as Aragon laid aside
"Take That Gun Off, Do You Under
stand?”
hi* arms; “1 know that hombre well!
Now what can I do for you, capltan?”
"Be so kind a* to take your hand
from your belt," replied Del Rey with
a smile that was Intended to placate.
"Ah, thank you—excuse my nervee—
now I can tell you the newe. I regret
to inform you, senor, that your friend,
De Lanccy. has deserted from my com
mand, taking'his arms and equipment
with him. In case he is captured he
will be shot as a deserter.”
“Tour news is old, capitan,” re
joined Hooker. "1 knew it two days
ago. And you can tell Mr. Aragon
that it is no use for him to try to get
this mine—l became a Mexican citizen
yesterday and located it myself."
“So we learned," responded the cap
tain suavely. "It wus part of my
errand today to ask If you would not
enlist in my company of rurales."
"Muchas gracias, capitan,'* an
swered Hooker with heavy irony. “I
do not care to!"
"But your friend—” protested Man
ual del Key with an Insinuating smile.
"My friend was In Jail,” put In Bud;
"he was to be shot at sunrise. But
mira, amigo, 1 am not in Jail, and,
furthermore, 1 do not intend to be.”
"That is very creditable to you,"
laughed Del Rey; "but even then you
are entitled to enlist The country is
full of turbulent fellowe who have to
be caught or killed. Come now, you
undemtand my errand—why make It
hard for meT"
”1 know nothing o. your errand. But
this I do know. I have done nothing
for which I can be arrested, and if any
man tries to make me join the army—”
he hooked his thumb Into his belt and
regarded the captain fixedly.
“Ah, very well,” said Del Rey, Jerk
ing his waxed mustachios, ‘1 will not
press the matter. But I understand
from one of my men, senor, that you
are harboring a dangerous criminal
here —the same man, perhaps, whom I
saw running up the canyon?"
He smiled meaningly 'at thie, but
Bud waa swift to defend his Yaqui.
"No, senor,” he replied, "I have no
such criminal. I have a Mexican work
ing for me who is one of the best
miners in Sonora, and that is all I
know about hinj-”
"A Mexican V repeated Del Rey,
arching his eyebrows. "Excuse me,
sir, but It Is my business to know
every man In this district, and he is
no Mexican, but a Yaqul. Moreover,
he is a fugitive and an outlaw, and if
he had not been enlisted with the fed
erals I should have arrested him when
he passed through Fortuna. So I warn
yon, sir, not to hide him, or you will
be liable to the law.”
"I’m not hiding him,” protested
Hooker scornfully. “I’m Just hiring
him as a miner, and any time you want
him you can come and get him. He's
up in the rocks there somewhere
now.”
“So!" exclaimed the captain, glanc
ing uneasily at the hillside. "I did not
think —but many thanks, senor, an
other time will do as well.”
He reined his horse away as he
spoke and, with a Jerk of the head to
Aragon, rode rapidly down the csjf
yon. Aragon lingered to retrieve his
fallen gun-belt and then, seeming to
think better of his desire to speak, he
made a single vindictive gesture and
set spurs to his champing horea
It was mrely a fling of the hand, m
spontaneous as a sigh or a frown, but
In it Hooker read the last exasperation
of the Spaniard and his declaration of
war to the knife. He bared his strong
teeth in reply and hissed out a blight
ing curse, and then Aragon was gone.
That evening, as the darkness came
on and the canyon became hushed and
still Bud built a big fire and stood be
fore it, his rugged form silhouetted
against the flames. And soon, as quiet
as a fox, the Yaqui appeared from the
gloom.
"Did he come for tne?” he asked,
advancing warily Into the firelight,
“that capltan?”
‘‘Yes,’’ answered Bud, "and for me,
too. But you must have known him
before. Amigo—he seems to be afraid
of you.”
A smile of satisfaction passed over
the swarthy face of the Indian at this,
and then the lines became grim again.
His eyes glowed with the light of some
great purpose, and for the first time
since he had been with Bud he drew
aside the veil from his past.
“Yes,” he said, nodding significantly,
“the rural Is afraid. He knows I have
come to kill him.”
He squatted by the fire and poured
out a cup of coffee, still brooding over
his thoughts—then, with a swift ges
ture, he laid open his shirt and pointed
to a scar along the ribs.
“He shot me there,” he said. „
“And so you have come to kill him?"
"Yes,” answered Amigo; “but not
now. Tomorrow I go to my people—
I must take them my money first.”
“Have you got a wife?” asked Hook
or, forgetting for once his anenetomed
reserve.
"No," grumbled Amiga, shaking his
head sadly, “no wife.”
"Oh, you take your money to your
father and mother."
"No. No father—no mother —nadle!"
He threw up his open hands to sig
nify that all were gone, and Hooker
said no more. For three months and
more he had worked alongside this
giant, silent Yaqui and only once had
he sensed hta past That was when
Amigo had torn his shirt in lifting,
and across the rippling muscles of his
back there had been shown the long
white wale of a whip.
It was the mark of his former
slavery when, with the rest of hlB peo
ple, he had been deported to the heno
quen fields of Yucatan and flogged by
the overseer's lash—and Amigo was
ashamed of it But now that he was
about to go, Bud made bold to ask him
one more question, to set his mind at
rest.
"Perhaps this captain killed your
people?"
“No, senor,” answered Amigo quiet
ly; "they died."
He spoke the worts simply, but
then' was something in hie voice that
brought up images of the past—of
peaceful Yaquls, seised at every ranch
In Sonora on a certain night; of long
marches overland, prodded on by
rurales and guards; of the crowded
prison-ships from which the most an
guished burled themselves into the
sea; and then the awful years of
slavery in the poisoned tropica, until
only the hardiest w-ere left.
Amigo had seen it all, aa the scara
on his broad back proved—but he
withdrew now into silence and left hia
thoughts unsaid. As he sat there by
the fire, one long, black hand held out
to keep the gleam from hia eyes, he
made a noble figure, but the Yaquql
songs which he had crooned cm other
nights were forgotten, and be held
himself tenee and still. Then at last
ha rose and gazed at Bud.
"You pay me my money," he said.
"I go now."
“Sure." answered Bud. and after be
had weighed out the equivalent in
gold on hia scalea he flipped in some
more for luck and gave him a sack to
bold it
’’What you buy with all that?" he
inquired with a friendly grin; "grub?”
"No, tenor,’ answered Amigo, knot
ting the precious jold in a handker
cmet; "curuiciges! ”
“What for?” queried Bud, and then
it was Amigo who smiled.
"To kill Mexicans with!” he replied,
and in those words Hooker read the
secret of his thrift.
While hie wild brethren fought in
the hills or prepared for the battles to
come, it was his part to earn the
money that should keep them in am
munition. It was for that, In fact, that
had seized all the peace
ful Yaquis in a night and shipped them
to Yucatan—for he saw that whilo
they were working the wild Yaquis
would never lack.
All the time that Amigo had been
doing two men’s work and saving on
the price of a shirt he had held that
cheerful dream in his mind —to kill
more Mexicans!
Yet, despite the savagery In him,
Hooker had come to like the Yaqui,
and he liked him still. With the
ruralee on his trail it was bettor that
lie should go, but Bud wanted him to
return. So, knowing the simple hon
ity of Indians, he brought out hia
„ n spare pistol and placed it in Ami
go’s hands. Often he had seen him
razing at it longingly, for it was light
er than his heavy Mauser and better
for the journey.
“Here,” he said, "I will lend you my
pistol—and you can give it to me when
you come back.”
“Sure!” answered the Indian, hang
ing it on his hip; "adioe!"
They shook hande then, and the
Yaqui disappeared In the darkness. In
the morning, when a squad of rurales
closed in on the camp, they found
;.othing but his great tracks in the
dust.
CHAPTER XIX.
It was June and the windstorms
which had swept in from the south
east died away. No more, as in the
months that had passed, did the dust
pillar rise from the dump of the For
tuna mill and go swirling up the can
yon.
A great calm and heat settled over
ha harassed land, and above the far
blue wall of the Sierras the first thun
der c a p ß 0 f the rainy season rose up
till they obscured the sky. Then, with
a rush of conflicting ’■’inda, a leaden
silence, and a crash of flickering light,
the storm burst in tropic fury and was
gone as quickly as it had come.
So, while the rich landowners of the
hot country sat idle and watched it
grow, another storm gathered behind
the distant Sierras; and, as empty
rumors lulled them to a false security,
suddenly from the north came the
news of dashing raids, of railroads
cut, troops routed, and the whole bor
der occupied by swarming rebels.
In a day the southern country was
Isolated and cut off from escape and,
while the hordes of Chihuahua insur
rectos laid siege to Agua Negra, the
belated Spanish haciendadoe came
scuttling onoe more to Fortuna. There,
at least, was an American town where
the courage of the Anglo-Saxon would
protect their women in extremity. And,
if worst came to worst, it was better
to pay ransom to red-flag generals
than to fajl victims to bandits and loot
ers.
As the bass roar of the great whistle
reverberated over the hills Bud Hook
er left hfs lonely camp almost gladly,
and with his hard-won gold-dust safe
beneath bis belt, went galloping into
town.
Not for three weeks-—not since he
received the wire from Phil and lo
cated the Eagle Tall mine—had he
dared to leave hie claim. Rurales, out
laws and Mexican patriots had dropped
in from day to day and eaten up most
of his food, but none of them had
caught him napping, and he had no In
tention that they should.
A conspiracy had sprung up to get
rid of him, to harry him out of the
country, and behind it was Aragon.
But now, with the big whistle blowing,
Aragon would have other concerns.
He had his wife and daughter, the
beautiful Gracia, to hurry to the town,
and perhaps the thought of being
caught and held for ransom would de
ter him from stealing mines. So rea
soned Bud, and, dragging a reluctant
pack-animal behind him, he came rid
ing in for supplies.
At the store he bought flour and cof
fee and the other things which he
needed most. As he was passing by
the hotel Don Juan de Dios halted him
for a moment, rushing out and thrust
ing a bundle of letters into his hands
and hurrying back Into the house, as
if fearful of being detected in such an
act of friendship.
Long before he had lost his partner
Bud had decided that Don Juan was a
trimmer, a man who tried to be all
things to all people—as a good hotel
keeper should—but now he altered his
opinion a little, for the letters were
from PhlL He read them over in the
crowded plaza. Into which the first
refugees were Just beginning to pour,
and frowned as he skimmed through
the last.
Of Gracia and vain protestations of
devotion there was enough and to
spare, but nothing about the mine.
Only In the first one, written on the
very day he had deserted, did be so
much as attempt an excuse for so pre
cipitately abandoning their claim and
his Mexican citizenship. Phil wrote:
My mail was being sent through head
quarters and looked over by Del Rey, so
I knew I would never receive the papers,
even if they came. I hope you don't feel
bard about it, partner. Kruger says to
come out light away. I would have
clayed with it, but it wasn't any use.
And now, Bad. I want to oak you some
thing. When you come out, bring Gracia
with you. Don't leave her at the mercy
of Del Rey 1 would come myself if it
wasn't sure death. Be quick about It,
Bud; I count on you.
The other letters were all like that,
but nothing about thy mine, And yet
FRIDAY. JUNE 26.
ft was the mine that Bud" was fighting
so they had fought for from the
first The railroad was torn up now,
and a flight with Gracia was hopeless,
but it was Just as well, for he never
would abandon the Eagle Tail.
In two months, or three, when the
rebels were whipped off, his papers
might come. Then he could pay his
taxes and transfer his title and con
sider the stealing of Gracia. But since
he had seen her and touched her hand
something held him back —a grudging
reluctance —and he was glad that his
duty lay elsewhere. If she was hie
girl now he would come down and get
her anyway.
________ «
(To Be Ctjtinued Tomorrow.)
TALKING BY WIRELESS.
As a result of recent experiments,
William Marconi hopes to establish
soon a wireless telephone between
his office in Marconi house and his
country home at Fawley, Hampsuire,
67 miles away.
“Already we have had conversa
tions with Berlin.’ said Marconi to
day. “Wo could net hear all the
words, but the test was very prom
ising, seeing that we were talking
over 600 miles. Recently we had
wireless telephone 'ommunication
between warships forty miles apart,
whicii was entirely satisfactory.
"In fact, we could hear conversa
tions going on in the room. I ‘want
a drink,’ was one of the scraps we
overheard.”
Marconi house is almost daily in
telephone communication with ” the
Marconi works at Chelmsford, 31
miles away—Cable to New York
Times.
UP IN THE AIR.
“General Funston.” said in a Park
Row restaurant a war correspondent Just
back from the front, “was admiring one
day In Vera Cruz the splendid flying of
one of our army airmen.
“No uncertainty about that chap,” the
general said. “He’s not like a flyer I
heard about recently.
“A millionaire paid this flyer SIOO to
he taken up in his monoplane. Up they
rose, but the dipping, the zigzagging
and the side-slipping were terrible.
“ ‘Easy, man, easy!’ the millionaire
roared above the shriek of the wind and
the thunder of the motor. ‘Easy! This
Is only my- second trip, remember.’
" ‘lt's my first trip,' said the pilot.
oHOWN UP.
Senator 1.,a Follette was talking about
the dodges and squirms of a certain cor
rupt railroad official.
"For all his dodges and squirms," sa*d
the Senator, “the man was \vqll shown
up. It's like the case of Smith.
“A dun entered Smith's flat, pushed
Into the parlor and said to Smith's lit
tie son:
"Where's your father?'
“ ‘Gone away,’ the urchin answered,
according to orders.
“ ‘Gone away? Humph! Where to?'
“ That closet there,’ was tlie reply.
“Your husband has been a deacon in
the church for a long time, has he not?”
“Yes, for several years, but people
arc beginning to see through him.”
“You don’t mean to tell mfe that he is
a hypocrite!”
“No. 1 mean to tell you that he is
wearing a Palm Beach suit."
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BY MRS. RAY.
SATURDAY
BREAKFAST
Oeam Toast Coffee
Sliced Pineajpe
BUNCHEON
Tomato Pudding
Bread and Butter Cookies
Tea
DINNER
Veal Cutlets
Oven Browned Potatoes
Tomatoes
Orange Salad
Cracker Pudding
BREAKFAST.
Cream Toast.—Toast thin siloes of
bread ami butter on bo,th sdes. Have
ready a cream sauce made from two
cups of milk boiled one minute and
thickened with a tablespoon of dissolve 1
flour. Dip each slice in the sauce and
pour over the' remainder.
LUNCHEON.
Tomato Pudding.- Mix a cup of <fry
bread crumbs with four cups of eo d
stewed tomatoes. Turn into a biking
dish, place thin slices of bacon on top
and bake until the ba'on is brown.
DINNER.
Escolloped Tomatcer. — Place a layer of
sliced tomatoes in a baking dish then a
layer of cracker crumbs. Continue un
til the dish is full. Pour over milk until
the liquid shows and make nnti• tender.
Orange Salad.—Cut in thin slices and
serve on lettuce with a slurp French
dressing.
Cracker Pudding. Roll three crackers
fine. Pour over three cups of boiling
milk. Add three tablespoons of sugar
and the yolks of two eggs. Turn into a
baking dish and bake an hour. Heat the
whites to a stiff froth and brown in the
oven.
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