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FRIDAY, JULY 3.
The Land of Broken Promises
' = ■■ ■ —~-By DANE COOLIDGE==
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
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A story of border Mexico, vMd,
Intense, such as has never before
been written, Is this one of Ameri
can adventurers Into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Spanish senor and senorita, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
a somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
(Continued from Wednesday).
"Dynamite!” cried the roadmaster,
grinning triumphantly as he looked
up after the shock; and when the fall
of fragments had ceased, and they had
fled as if by Instinct from the place,
{ they struck hands on their narrow es
cape. But back at the big house, with
everybody giving thanke for their de
livery from the powder train, the mas
ter mechanic raised a single voice of
protest. He kr.ew the sound. He
knew that dynamite had not been re
sponsible for the crash that smote the
ears of the anxious listeners.
“’Twas not dynamite!” he yelled.
“Powder train be damned! It was No.
9! She was sour as a distillery! She
blowed up, I tell ye—she blowed up
when she hit the creek!’’
And even after a shower of bullets
from the ridge had driven them all to
cover he still rushed to those who
would listen and clamored that it was
the bran.
But there was scant time to hold a
post-mortem on No. 9, for on the sum
mit of a near-by ridge, and overlooking
the black tank, the rebels had thrown
up a wall in the night, and from the se
curity of this shelter they were Indus
triously shooting up the town.
The smash of the first wild car had
been their signal for attack, and as
the explosion threw the defenders into
confusion they made a rush to take
the tank. Here, as on the day before,
was stationed the federal garrison, a
scant twesSty or thirty men in charge
of a boy lieutenant
BMng practically out of ammunition
a he did not stand on the order of his
(going, but as his pelones pelted past
the superintendent's house the reor
ganized miners, their belts stuffed with
cartridges from their own private
stock, came charging up from the town
and rallied them in the rear.
Trained by American leaders they
were the only real fighting force to be
depended upon unless the Americans
themselves should take a hand in the
game, and that they could not do
without the possibility of serious in-
' -srnational consequences, a chance
they could not take except as a last
tesort to save the women and children
and themselves.
In a solid, shouting mass they ewept
up the hill together, dropped down be
hind the defenses, and checked the as
tounded rebels with a volley. Then
there was another long-range battle,
with every sign of war but the dead,
until at last, as the firing slackened
from the lack of cartridges, a white
flag showed on the ridge above, and
the leaders went out for a parley—
one of those parleys so character
istic of Mexican revolutions, and
which in reality mean so little, for
both sides know that the words ut
tered are meaningless, and should one
of them ever result In a surrender the
terms of that surrender would not be
regarded, once the victims were In the
hands of the victors.
1 /‘Properly speaking, Del Rey was In
command of the town, but neither the
federals nor the miners would recog
nize bis authority and the leadership
went by default While they waited to
hear the rebel demands the Americana
took advantage of the trace to bring
up hot food from the hotel, where Don
Juan de Dios stood heroically at hla
post. Let bullets come and go, Don
Juan kept his cooks about him. and
to those who had doubted his valor hla
coffee was answer enough.
“W’y, my gracious, Mr. Hooker," he
railed, as Bud refreshed himself be
tween trips, "ain’t you going to take
any up to those women? Don’t drink
so much coffee now, but give it to tbs
men who fight!”
“Ump-um,” granted Bnd with a grin;
“they got a skinful of mescal already!
What they need Is another carload of
ammunition to help ’em shoot their
first rebel.”
“I thought yon said they wouldn't
fight!” twitted Don Juan. “This Is the
battle of Fortuna that I was telling
you about last week.”
"Sure!" answered Bud, “and over
there Is the dead!”
He pointed to a riot of mescal bot
tles that marked the scene of the
night’s potations, and Don Juan gave
Aim up as hopeless.
* "A pile of bottles usually represent
the casualty list in a Mexican fight,"
added Bud as Don Juan moved away.
But, jest as he would, Bud saw that
the 'nation was serious, for the fool
hardy Sonorans had already emptied
tbelr cartridge-belts, and their guns
were no better than clubs. Unless the
rebels had been equally reckless with
“I’m Going to Get Those Papers!”
their ammunition they had the town at
their mercy, and the first thing that
they would demand would be the refu
gees In the big house.
Before that could be permitted the
Americans would probably take a
hand In the fight, for, while the great
majority of the women in the house
were Mexican, there were a few
Americans, and they would be pro
tected regardless of International com
plications. But Gracia Aragon was
not an American, and she could not
claim the protection of these country
men of his.
The possession of the town; the
arms of the defenders; food, clothing
and horses to ride —none of these
would satisfy them. They would de
mand the rich Spanish landowners to
be held for ransom, the women first
of all. And of all those women hud
dled up In the casa grande not one
would bring a bigger ransom than Gra
cia Aragon.
Bud pondered upon the outcome as
the emissaries wrangled on the hill
side, and then he went back to the
corral to make sure that his horse was
ease. Copper Bottom, too, might be
held for ransom. But, knowing the
rebels as he did, Hooker foresaw a
different fate, and rather than see him
become the mount of some rebel chief
tain he had determined, if the town
surrendered, to make a dash.
Riding by night and hiding In the
hills by day he could get to the border
In two days. All he needed was a little
jerked beef for the trip and he would
be ready for anything.
So he hurried down to the hotel
again and was just making a sack of
food fast to his saddle when he heard
a noise behind him and turned to face
Aragon. For two days the once
haughty Don Cipriano had slunk about
like a sick cat, but now he wae headed
for Gracia’s big roan, and the look In
his eyes betrayed his purpose.
“Where you going?" demanded
Hooker in English, and at the gruff
challenge the Spaniard stopped In his
tracks. The old, hunted look came
back Into his eyeß, he seemed to
shrink before the stern gaze of the
Texan, and. as the memory of his past
misdeeds came over him, he turned as
If to flee.
But there wae a smile, an amused
and tolerant smirk, about the Ameri
can's mouth, aqd even for that look
of understanding the harried haclen
dado seemed to thank him. He was
broken now, thrown down from bis
pedestal of arrogance and conceit, and
as Hooker did not offer to shoot him
at sight he turned back to him like a
lost dog that seeks but a kind word.
Bud kDew that Aragon was entirely
at his mercy, that fear had clutched
the onoe arrogant Spaniard by the
throat, and it was almost worth the
anxiety he felt for this man’s daugh
ter to see the father cowed. Aragon
crawled closer to Bud as if for the
protection he could not get from his
own people.
“Ah, senor!" he whined, “your par
don! What?” as he sighted the sack
Of meat—"you ora going, too? Ah, my
friend"—his eyes lighted up suddenly
at the thought—“let me ride with you!
I will pay you—yes, anything—but If
Bernardo Bravo takes me he will bang
me I He has sworn it!”
“Well, you got It coming to youl"
answered Hooker heartlessly.
“But I will pay you well!’’ pleaded
Aragon. “I will pay you—” He paused
as If to consider what would tempt
him and then suddenly he raised bis
head.
“What Is It you wish above every
thing?" he questioned eagerly. "Your
title to the mine—no? Blen! Take
me to the line —protect me from my
enemies—and the papers are yours!”
“Havejqju got them with you?” la
Author of
"THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,"
“THE TEXICAN,” Etc. '
Illustrations by DON J. LAY IN
(Copyright, 1914. bv Frank A. Munsey.)
quired Hooker with businesslike di
rectness.
“No, but I can get them!” cried Ara
gon, forgetful of everything but his
desire to escape. “I can get them
while you saddle my horse!”
"Where?” demanded Hooker craft
ily.
“From the agente mineral!” an
swered Aragon. “I have a great deal
of influence with him, and —”
"Bastante!” exploded Bud In a voice
which made Aragon jump. “Enough!
If you can get them. 1 can! And we
shall see, Senor Aragon, whether this
pistol of mine will not give me some
influence, too!”
“Then you will take them?" faltered
Aragon as Hooker started to go. "You
will take them and leave me for Ber
nardo Bravo to—”
“Listen, senor!” exclaimed Hooker,
halting and advancing a threatening
forefinger. “A man who can hire four
men to do his dirty work needs no
protection from me. You understand
that—no? Then listen again. I am
going to get those papers. If I hear
a word from you I will send you to
join your four men.”
He touched his gun as he spoke and
strode out. into the open, where he
beckoned the mineral agent from the
crowd. A word in his ear and they
went down the hill together, while Don
Cipriano watched from above. Then,
as they turned into the office, Aragon
spat out a curse and went to seek
Manuel del Rey.
CHAPTER XXIV.
in a land of class privilege and offi
cial graft It is often only in times of
anarchy that a poor man can get his
rights. For eight tnonths Hooker had
battled against the petty intrigue of
Aragon and the agente mineral, and
then suddenly, when the times turned
to war and fear gripped at their hearts,
lie rose up and claimed his own, hold
ing out his brawny right hand and de
manding the concession of his mine.
In a day the whirligig of fortune had
turned, and it was the fighting man
who dominated. He spoke quietly and
made no threats, but the look In his
eye was enough, and the agente gave
him his papers. Then he wrote out a
receipt for the mining tax and Bud
stepped forth like a king.
With his papers Inside his shirt and
a belt of gold around hi- waist there
wae nothing left In Mexico for him.
Once on his horse and headed for the
line and he could laugh at them all.
In Gadsden he could show title to
Kruger, he could give answer for his
trust and look the world In the eye.
It had been a long and strenuous
fight; a fight made against seemingly
insurmountable odds; a fight that had
cost him much, but he had won. He
had proved the trust Kruger had
placed In him, and It had been a fight
worth winning.
Yes, he was a man now—but his
work was not quite done. Up at the
big house, with the screeching women
around her, was Gracia Aragon, and
he owed her something for his rough
words. To pay her for that he would
stay. Whatever she asked now he
would grant It; and If worst came to
worst he would take her with him and
make good hie promise to PhlL He
had given his word and that was
enough. Now he had only to wait.
It would not be long, for the parley
would soon be over, and If the coward
ly rurales surrendered the town to
the bandits he would make a break for
the line and civilization with the girl.
It would be a hard ride, and alone he
would have no fear of the results, but
he would chance It even with the girl
rather than leave her.
The boy lieutenant, the brothers
Mendoza, the superintendent, and Man
uel del Rey, all were out on the hill
side talking terms with Bernardo
Bravo and his chiefs. With the rebels
It was largely a bluff, since field
glasses had shown them to be short of
cartridges; but they had over a thou
sand men massed along the ridges
and, with courage, could easily take
the town.
Bud knew that courage was the one
thing lacking. It was the one thing
that was always lacking In these Mex
ican fights. The Mexican bandit takes
but little chance when he goes to war.
As for the Mendozas and their So
noran miners, they were properly
chagrined at their waste of ammuni
tion and swore by Santa Guadalupe to
fight it out with hand grenades. Even
us their leaders wrangled the Mexican
powder men were busily manufactur
ing bombs, and all the while the su- '
perintendent was glancing to the
south, for swift couriers bad been sent
to Alvarez, the doughty Spanish ha
ciendado of the hot country, to beg
iiim to come to their relief.
Twice before Alvarez had met the
rebels. The first time be Spoke them
well and they ran off all bis horses.
The second time he armed his Yaquls
and Yaqui Mayo rancheros against
bem and drove them from his domain,
inflicting a sanguinary punishment. I
Since then he had been Itching to 1
engage them in a pitched battle, and
FHE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA. GA.
when the word reached him he would
come. Two hundred and forty Yaquts,
all armed with repeating rifles, would
follow at his back, and even with his
boasted thousands Bernardo Bravo
could hardly withstand their valor. So,
while the rebels parleyed, demanding
a ransom of millions and threatening
to destroy the town, the defenders
argued and reasoned with them,
hoping to kill the time until Alvarez
should arrive.
In the open space in front of the
house the refugees gathered in an anx
ious group, waiting for messengers
from the front, and as Hooker walked
among them he was aware of the ma
lignant glances of Aragon. There were
other glances ns well, for he had won
great favor with the ladles by ditching
the powder train, but none from Gra
cia or her mother.
Bud would not have admitted that
he resented this lack of appreciation
on the part of Gracia. In fact ho hard
ly knew that he did resent It, but ho
watched anxiously for any sign of ap
proval from this girl who was to be
his pardner’s bride should ho conduct
her safely to the border.
From the beginning the Senora Ara
gon had treated him as a stranger, ac
cording to the code of her clubs, and
Hooker had never attempted to in
trude. But if Gracia still remembered
that she was an American girl at heart,
she forgot to show it to him. To all
she was now the proud Spanish lady,
thrown with the common people by
the stress of circumstances, but far
away from them in thoughts.
The conference between the leaders
dragged on and messengers came and
went wdth the news—then, after hours
of debate, it broke up suddenly in a
row and the emissaries came back on
the run. Even at that they narrowly
escaped, for the rebels opened fire
upon them from the ridgee, and before
they could get back to cover the
dandy, Manuel del Rey. received a bul
let hole through the crown of his hat.
A grim smile flickered across Bud’s
face as he saw the damage It had
wrought, for he knew that Amigo was
in the hills —and a bullet shot down
hill goes high! Some trace of what
was in his mind must have come to
Del Rey as he halted in the shelter of
the house, for he regarded the Ameri
can sternly as Aragon spoke rapidly
In his ear. But If they planned ven
geanco between them the times were
not right, for a rattle of arms came
from the lower town and the captain
was up and away to marshal his men
to the defense. I
So far in the siege Del Rey had kept
under cover, patrolling the streets
and plaza and letting the volunteers
fight, but now the war had shifted to
his territory and his rurales were run
ning like mad. For, matching treach
ery against deceit, the rebel leaders
had sent men around to clip up near
the town and at the first fusillade from
the hillside they came charging up
the creek.
Then it was that the ever-watchful
rurales proved their worth. As the
rebels appeared In the open they ran
to the outlying houses and, fighting
from the flat roofs, checked the ad
vance until the miners could come to
their aid.
But in the confusion another party
of rebels had rushed down the gulch
from the west, and while the fight was
going on In the lower town they found
lodgment In a big adobe house. And
now for the first time there was fight
ing in earnest—the house-to-house
fighting that is seen at Its worst In
Mexico. While women screamed In
the casa grande and the Americans
paced to and fro on the hill, the boorn
of a dynamite bomb marked the begin
ning of hand-to-hand.
If there was to be a casualty list In
this long-looked for battle of Fortuna,
the time was at hand when they could
begin counting the dead.
With a fearlessness born of long fa
miliarity with exploalves the Sonoran
miners advanced valiantly with their
hand grenades baking powder cans
filled with dynamite and studded with
fulminating caps. Digging fiercely
through wall after wall they ap
proached unpercelved by the enemy
and the first bomb, flung from a roof,
filled the adobe with wounded and
dead.
A dense pall of yellowish smoke
rose high above the town and, as bomb
after bomb was exploded and the yells
of the miners grew louder with each
success, the stunned invaders broke
from cover and rushed helter-skelter
up the gulch. Then there was a prodi
gious shouting from the Sonorans and
more than one triumphant grenadier
swung his can of giant powder by the
sling arid let It smash against the bill
In a terrific detonation.
In the big house all was confusion.
Boon the cheer* of the defenders her
alded victory and, In spite of all efforts
to restrain them, the wives of the
miners rushed Into the open to gaze
upon the triumph of tbelr menfolk.
On the hilltops the Ineffective rebel
riflemen rose up from behind their
stone wall to stare, until suddenly
they, toe, were seized with a panic and
ran to and fro like ants. Then, around
the curve below the concentrator, a
tall man came dashing up on a pure
white horse, and behind him, charging
as he charged, came the swarthy Yn
quis of Alvarez, their new rifles gleam
ing In the sun.
Up along the hillside and after the
fugitives they ran with vengeful eager
ness, racing each other for the higher
ground and the first shot at the reb
els. First Alvarez on his white horse
would be ahead, and then, as they en
countered rocks, the Yaquls would
surge to the front. It was a race and
at the same time it was a rout, for,
at the first glimpse of that oncoming
body of warriors, the cowardly follow
ers of Bernardo Bravo took to their
heels and fled.
But over the rocks no Chihuahuan,
no matter how scared, can hope to out
distance a Yaqui, and the pop, pop of
rifles told the fate of the first luckless
stragglers. For the Yaquis, after a
hundred and sixty years of guerrilla
warfare, never waste a shot; and as
snvage yells and the crash of a sud
den volley drifted down from the rocky
heights the men who had been be
sieged in Fortuna knew that death was
abroad in the hills.
Fainter and fainter came the shots
as the pursuit led on to the north and,
aB Hooker strained his eyes to follow
a huge form that intuition told him
was Amigo, he was wakened suddenly
from hla preoccupation by the touch
of some unseen hand. He was in the
open with people all about him —•
Spanish refugees, Americans, trium
phant miners and their wives—but
that touch made him forget the battle
above him und instantly think ofl
Gracia.
He turned and hurried back to the
corral where Copper Bottom was kept,
and there he found her waiting, with
her roan all saddled, and she chal
lenged him with her eyes. The sun
gleamed from a pistol that she held
In her hnnd, and again from her golden
hair, but he saw only her eyes, so
brave and daring, and the challenge
to mount and ride.
Only for a moment did he stand be
fore her gaze, and then he caught up
his saddle and spoko soothingly to his
horse. They rode out of the corral
together, closing the gates behind
them and passing down a gulch to the
rear. All the town lay silent below
them as they turned toward the west
ern pass.
The time had come. Well he knew
the dangers that lay between them
and the American line. Dangers not
for him but for her. In the hills and
passes and on the cactus-covered
plain were thousands of men with
whom she would not be safe for an
Instant, and against whom he must
guard her that she might bn delivered
safely to Phil. And he loved her then
as he had not believed it possible to
love a woman. He loved this woman
that he was attempting to save for
another man, a “pardner” who hud
at the best been reckless of every
trust, who had been unfaithful to ev
ery promise. And across the border
this man was waiting for the woman
Bud Hooker loved. That he take her
to him was a more severe test of his
manhood than any to which ho had
before been subjected. That he be
untrue to the trußt she reposed In
him never entered his mind for a mo
ment. With a strong man’s love for
her he thought only of how he was to
conduct her safely out of the dangers
which surrounded her.
Soldiers, miners, and refugees, men,
women, and children, every soul In
Fortuna was on the hill to see the last
|of the battle. It had been a crude
! nffalr, but bravely ended, and some-
I thing In the dramatic suddenness of
i this victory had held all eyes to the
i close. Bud and Gracia passed out of
| town unnoticed, and as soon as they
had rounded the point they spurred on
till they gained the pass.
“I knew you would come!” said
Gracia, smiling radiantly as they
paused at-the fork.
"Sure!" answered Hooker with his
good-humored Hmile. "Count me In on
anything—which way does this trail
go; do you know?"
"It goes west twelve miles toward
Arlspe,’’ replied Gracia confidently,
“arid then It comes Into the main road
that leads north to Nogales and Gads
den."
“That sounds about right for us,"
rnplled Hud. "Gadsden's the place we
want to head for, and we want to get
there mighty quick, too, If them reb
els will let us, an' I guess that's wbat
they’ll hare to do whether they want
to or not.”
They rode on together for some dis
tance, the girl seemingly oblivious of
the dangers which surrounded her.
and Hooker watching carefully for ev
ery sign of difficulty.
“What Is there up here?" Inquired
Hud, pointing at a fainter trail that
led off toward the north. “This coun
try is new to me. Don’t know, eh?
Well, If we followed that trail we'd
run Into them rebels, anyway, so we
might as well go to the west. Is your
saddle all right? We’ll bit It up then
—l'd like to strike a road before
dark."
They hurried on, following a welb
marked trail that alternately climbed
ridges and descended into arroyoa,
until finally It dropped down Into a
precipitous canon where a swollen
stream rushed and babbled and, while
they still watched expectantly for the
road, the evening quickly passed.
They had no opportunity for conver
sation, for the trail was too narrow
to permit of their riding side by side.
liu<T was thinking not only of the dan
gers that surrounded them, but of this
errand on which he was engaged, and
what the end of It meant to him.
First the slanting rays of the sun
struck Are from the high yellow crags,
then the fire faded and the sky glowed
1 an opal-blue; then, through dark blues
and purples the heavens turned to
black above them and all the stars
i came out. Thousands of frogs made
j the canyon resound with their throaty
songs and strange animals crashed
through the brush at their approach,
but still Hooker stayed in the saddle
and Gracia followed on behind.
If she had thought In her dreams of
an easier journey she made no com
ment now and, outside of stopping to
cinch up her saddle, Bud seemed hard
ly to know she was there. The trail
was not going to suit him —it edged
off too far to the south —and yet, in the
tropical darkness, he could not search
out new ways to go.
At each fork ho paused to light a
match, and whichever way the mule
tracks went ho went also, for pack
mules would take the main trail. For
two hours and more they followed on
down the stream and then Hooker
stopped his horse.
“You might as well get down and
rest a while,” he said quietly. "This
trail is no good—lt’s taking us south.
We’ll let our horses feed until the
moon comes up and I’ll try to work
north by landmarks,"
"Oh—are we lost?" gasped Gracia,
dropping stiffly to the ground. “But of
| course we are,” she added. "I’ve been
| thinking so for some time."
I "Oh, that’B all right," observed
j Hooker philosophically; "I don’t mind
being lost as long as I know where
I’m at. We’ll ride back until we get
J out of this dark canyon and then I’ll
luy a line due north.”
They sat for a time in the dark-
I ness while their horses champed at
i the rich grass and then, unable to keep
down hor nerves, Gracia declared for a
start. A vision of angry pursuers rose
up In her mind—of Manuel del Rey
und his keen-eyed rurales, hot upon
i their trail —und It would not let her
rest.
Nor was the vision entirely the re
sult of nervous imagination, for they
had lost half the advantage of their
start, as Hooker well knew, and if ho
j made one more false move he would
find himself called on to light. As
they rodo bnck through the black
canyon he asked himself for the hun
dredth time how It had all happened
why, at a single glance from her,
he had gone against his better judg
ment and plunged himself into this
I tangle. And then, Anally, what was
I he going to do about it?
But ho knew what he was going to
do about It. He knew he was going
to take this girl through to Gadsden
and to I’hll, and his loyalty was such
that ho would not admit, even to hlm
j self, that Phil did not deserve her.
Alone, he would have taken to the
i mountains with a fine disregard for
I trails, turning Into whichever served
; his purpose best and following the
I lay of the land. Even with her In Ills
j care It would be best to do that yet.
j for there would be trailers on their
I track at sunup, and It was either ride
I or fight.
Free at last from the pent-tn canyon,
i they halted at the forks, while Bud
looked out the land by moonlight. Dim
and ghostly, the square topped peaks
and buttes rose all about him, huge
1 and lmpussable except for the winding
| trails. He turned up a valley between
{ two ridges, spurring his horse Into a
i faHt. walk.
From one cow trail to another he
picked out a way to the north, but the
lay of the ground threw him to the
cast and there were no passes between
the hills. The country was rocky,
with long parallel ridges extending to
the northeast, and when he saw where
the way was taking him Bud called a
halt till dawn.
By the very formation he was being
gradually edged back toward For
tuna, and It would call for fresh
horses and a rested Gracia to outstrip
their pursuers by day. If the rurales
traveled by landmarks, heading for the
northern passes In an effort to out
ride and Intercept him, they might
easily cut him off at the start; bu v if
they trailed him—and he devoutly
hoped they would —then they would
have a tangled skein to follow and he
could lose them in the broken country
I to the north.
So thinking, he cut grass among the
rocks, spread down their saddle
blankets and watched over the
browsing horses while Gracia
stretched out on the bed. After a day
of excitement and a night of hard rid
ing there 1b no call for a couch of
i uown, and as the morning star ap
i pe&red In the east she slept while Bud
, eat patiently by.
It was no new task for him, this
watching and waiting for the dawn.
For weeks at a time, after a bard
i day’s work at the branding, he had
stood guard half the night. Sleep was
! a luxury to him, like water to a moun
; tain-sheep—and so were all the other
useless things that town-bred people
| required.
People like Gracia, people like Phil
—they were different in all their ways.
To ride, to fight, to find the way—
there he was a better man than Phil;
but to speak to a woman, to know her
waya, and to enter Into her life—there
he was no man at all.
I She trusted to his courage to pro
i tect her, and that he could do, but 1-
[ was to a man such as Phil sb«
i would give her love. Pbll could not
love her more than he did, but Phil’s
ways could be more attractive to her.
ills adventurous life with his father
had not been such as to cultivate the
] little niceties that appealed to women.
It was only his privilege to serve, but
I he gloried In that privilege now as
he watched beside her as she slept,
and his vigil but strengthened his res
olution to see her safely through to —
Phil.
He sighed now as he saw the first
flush of 'dawn and turned to where she
alc.pt, cajm and beajjtifol, in the soloing i
ligEt. How to waken her, even that
was a question, but the time had come
i to start.
Already, from Fortuna, Del Rey and
his man-killing rurales would be on the
trail. He would come like the wind,
that dashing little captain, and noth
, ing but a bullet would stop him, for his
honor was at stake. Nay, he had told
I Bud In so many words;
“She is mine, and no man shall come
between us!”
It would be hard now If the rurales
should prove too many for him—ls a
bullet should check him In their flight
and she be left alone. But how to
wake her! He tramped near as he
led up the unwilling mounts; then, as
time pressed, he spoke to her, and at
last he knelt at her side.
"Say!” he called, and when that did
not serve he laid his hand on her
shoulder.
"Wake up!” he said, shaking her
gently. "Wake up, It’s almost day!”
Even as he spoke he went back to
the phrase of the cow-camp—where
men rise before It Is light. But Gracia
woke up wondering and stared about
her strangely, unable to understand.
(To Be CMtinued Tomorrow )
LEGAL NOTICE
SHERIFF’S SALE.
ST A... OF GEORGIA,
RICHMOND COUNTY—
Will I* sold at tho Cm r I In ”Sf\ in the
City of Augusta, Countv and State afore
said. the usual place for holding Sheriffs
Sales, on the flvst Tue-dav in July next,
during the legal hunts of sale, the fo
lowing described property, to-wit:
•Ml the equity of Pnrthenia Brinson,
in all that lot of Und with improvements
thereon, in the City of Augusta, RUb
mond County Georgia, having a front
of 3u feet, more or less, on Droid street
and running back of even width 161 fe-t.
more or loss; hounded North by land of
•I»M3 r King Manufacturing Co., former
ly Heckle; Kant I y J C H. Oellerich;
Smith by Broad street and West by ht
now or formerly If. H. flicks.
Said property levied on ns the prop*
et f> of I‘arthenia Brinson, to s.itiSfv a
n. in issued from Justice Court, hell
in and for the I‘JOth District. G M., of
•:iid County on the 11th day of January,
’’’•. In fiver of Jno. W. WaJker. aga'nst
! ‘avtLenin Brinson.
i evy made this 11th day of June, 1011.
and notice served on defendant.
JOHN W. CLARK,
Sheriff of Richmond County, G.i
J 12 19 29 Jly 3
SHERIFF’S SALE.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
RICHMOND COUNTY
Will he sold nt the Court House, In the
City "f Augusta. County and State
said, the usual place for hold ng S lerift s
Sties, on the first Tuesday In July next
during file legal hours of sale, the fol
lowing described property, to-wlt:
All that lot with improvements there
on, "ronting 31 feet on Sharps Alley
and running hack 150 feet, bounded
north by Sharps Alley, east by Archie
Slngfleld, south hy R. <\ Williams
and west by Edward Anthony. Situ*
. to In the City of Augusta, County of
Richmond and State of Georgia.
Levied on ns the property of Jan.
I. Berry, by virtue of a tax fl. fr.
issued by Chan. S Bohler, Tax Col
lector of Richmond County, on the
20th day of December, 1913. for State
county and School Taxes, for the year
1913. ng Inst property standing in the
name nf James L. Herry.
Levy made this 29th day of Miy
1914. and imtije served according to
law.
JOHN \V. CLARK.
Sheriff, Richmond County.
112 19 26; Jly3.
SHERIFF’S SALE.
STATE OF GEORGIA.
RICHMOND COUNTY.
Will be Hold at the Court House, in
the City of Augusta, County and State
aforesaid, the usuiil place for hold
ing Shjrlff’a Sffles, on the First Tues
day in July next, during the legal hotirs
of sale, the following described prop
erty. to-wit:
A I that lot with imicovemetits there
on, known as lot No. 8, fronting 40
feet on Barks Avenue and running
back 75 feet, bounded north by Parks
Avenue, east by Alice Peachy, south
by Sophie Johnson and west by Jerry
and E. J. Collins. Situate in the City
of Augusta, County of Richmond, and
State of Georgia.
Levied on as the property of Aman
da Wimberly, by virtue of a tax fl, (a.
issued by Chaw. S. Bohler, Tax Col
lector of Richmond County, on the
20th day of December, 1913, for State,
County und School Taxes, for the year
1913, ugalnHt property standing in the
name of Amanda Wimberly.
I.evy made this 4th day of April,
1914, and notice served according to
law.
ALSO, At the same time and place,
all that lot with Improvements there
on, fronting 92 feet on Kills street, be
ing No. 628 Kills street, and running
bark 92 feet, bounded north by Ellis
street, east by lot now or formerly
Todd, south by Annie K. .Cawley, and
west by lot now or formerly J. P.
Armstrong. Situate in the City of
Augusta, County of Richmond and
State of Georgia.
Levied on as the property of F. M.
Thomas, by virtue of a tax fl. fa. Is
sued by Chas. 8. Bohler, Tax Collector
of Richmond County, on the 20th day
of December, 1913, for State, County
and School Taxes, for the year ISIS,
against property standing In the name
of F. M. Thomas.
Levy made this 20th day of May,
1914, and notice served according to
law.
JOHN W. CLARK,
Sheriff, Richmond County.
112 19 26; jlyl
STATE OF GEORGIA,
RICHMOND COUNTY—
Whereas, O. H Burnts, Executor of
Hie estate of Polly Smith, late of said
County, deceased, has applied for leave
to sell Real Estate belonging to laid
estate.
Tills Is. therefore, to cite all peraona
concerned, to be and appear at the Court
of Ordinary of said County, to be held
on the first Monday. In July, A. D., 1914
at 10 o'clock a. m., and show cause. If
any they can, why leave to aell Real
Estate belonging to said estate should
not he granted as prayed for|
Witness my official signature thia 12th
day of June, A. D., 1914.
ALEXANDER R WALTON,
J 12 19 26 Jly 3 Ordinary, R. C.
STATE HI GEORGIA.
RICHMOND COUNTY—
Whereas, John F. Trowbridge. Admin
istratis of the eatate of Reran Loulaa
Trowbridge, late of anld County, de
ceased, has applied for leave to sett
Realty and Personalty belonging to said
estate
Tills Is. therefore, to cite all persons
concerned, to be and appear at the Court
of Ordinary of said County, to be held
on the first Monday In July, A. D., 1914.
at 10 o'clock a. m.. and ahow cause. If
any they can, why leave to se'l Realty
and Personalty, belonging to said eatate
should not be granted aa prayed for.
Witness my official signature this I2tk
•lay of June, A. D., 1914.
ALEXANDER R WALTON.
J 12 19 26 Jly 3 Ordinary, R. C.
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