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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 Author of “THE FIGHTING FOOL,” ‘'HIDDEN WATERS," “THE TEXICAN,” Etc. Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN (Copyright. 1914, bv Frank A. Munsey.) 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. 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