Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 1, 1914, Page 2

o THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA,, JUNE 1, 1914, A Stirring Story of the Mexican Revolution There were cattlemen, still wearing eir boots and overalls, the better to jattend to their shipping; mining men, 8t as they had come from the hills; d others more elegantly dressed— {but they all had a nod for Henry Kru- iger. He was a man of mark, as Bud could see in a minute; but if he had wother business with those who hailed him he let it pass and took out a rank fbrier pipe, which he puffed while Bud smoked a clgarette, They were sitting together in a friendly silence when Phil came out of the dining room, but as he drew near the old man nodded to Bud and went over to speak to the clerk. “Who was that old-timer you were talking to?” inquired Phil, as he sank down in the vacant chair. “Looks like the-morning-after with him, don't it?” “Um,” grunted Bud; “reckon it is. Name's Kruger.” “What—the mining man?” “That’s right.” “Well,” exclaimed Phil, “what in the world was he talking to you about?” “Oh, some kind of a mining deal,” grumbled Bud. “Wanted me to go down into Mexico!” “What'd you tell him?" challenged the little man, sitting up suddenly in his chair. “Say, that old boy's got rocks!” “He can keep 'em for all of me,” ob- served Bud comfortably. “You know what I think about Mexico.” “Sure; but what was his proposi- tion? What did he want you to do?” “Search me! He was mighty mys- terfous about it. Said he wanted a man he could trust.” “Well, holy Moses, Bud!” cried Phil, *wake up! Didn't you get his proposi- ' tion?” “No, he wasn't talking about it. Said 8t was a good thing and he'd pay me well, or let me in on the deal; but e ————————————————————————————— —— FREE September “SEPTEMBER when he hollered Mexico I quit. I've got a plenty.” “Yes, but—" the little man choked and could say no more. “Well, you're one jim dandy business man, Bud Hooker!" he burst out at last. “You'd let—" “Well, what's the matter?” demand- 1’ ed Hooker defiantly. “Do you want to | go back into Mexico? Nor me, neither! What you kicking about?” “You might have led him on and got the scheme, anyway. Maybe! there's a million in it. Come on, let's go over and talk to him. I'd take a chance, if it was good enough.” “Aw, don't be a fool, Phil,” urged i the cowboy plaintively. “We've got no call to hear his scheme unless we want to go in on it. Leave him alone and he'll do something for us on this side. Oh, cripes, what's the matter with | you?” He heaved himself reluctantly up jout of his chair and moved over to | where Kruger was sitting. | “Mr. Kruger,” he said, as the old man turned to meet him, “I'll make you acquainted with Mr. De Lancey, my pardner, My name’s Hooker.” “Glad to know you, Hooker,” re- | sponded Kruger, shaking him by the hand. “How'do, Mr. De Lancey.” He gave Phil a rather crusty nod as | he spoke, but De Lancey was dragging ; up another chair and failed to notice. “Mr. Hooker was telling me about | Some proposition you had, to go down J‘lnto Mexico,” he began, drawing up ! closer while the old man watched him from under his eyebrows. “That's one | | tough country to do business in right! [ now, but at the same time—" “The country’s perfectly quiet,” put | in Kruger—*“perfectly quiet.” | “Well, maybe so,” qualified De Lan- | cey; “but when it comes to getting in ' supplies—" To RETAILERS: | lucky,” he suggested. pin early. The Land of Broken Promises By DANE COOLIDGE Author of “THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS," “THE TEXICAN," Etc. Tllustrations by DON J. LAVIN (Copyright, 1914, by Frank A. Munsey.) "Not a bit of trouble in the world,” bit.” “Well,” came back De Lancey, “what's the matter, then? What is the proposition, anyway?” Henry Kruger blinked and eyed him intently. “I've stated the proposition to Hook- er,” he said, “and he refused it. That’s | enough, ain't it?” De Lancey laughed and turned away. “Well, yes, I guess it is.” Then, in passing, he said to Bud: and talk to him.” He walked away, lighting a cigarette and smiling good-naturedly, and the old-timer turned to Bud. “That’s a smart man you've got for a pardner,” he remarked. “A smart man, You want to look out,” he added, | “or he'll get away with you.” “Nope,” said Bud. “You don’t know him like I do. He's straight as a die.” “A man can be straight and still get away with you,” observed the veteran shrewdly. “Yes, indeed.” He paused to let this bit of wisdom sink in, and then he spoke again, “You'd better quit—while you're “You quit and come with me,” he urged, "and if we strike it I'll make you a rich man. I don’t need your pardner on this deal. I need just one man that can keep his head shut. Listen now; I'll tell you what it is. “I know where there's a lost mine down in Mexico. If I'd tell you the name you'd know it in a minute, and it's free gold, too. Now there's a fel- low that had that land located for ten years, but he couldn’t find the lead. D'ye see? And when this second revo- lution came on he let it go—he neg- lected to pay his mining taxes and let it go back to the government. And now all I want is a quiet man to elip “Go ahead i your pardner,” he said. ! in and denounce that land and open 'sald the old man crabbedly. “Not a; UP the lead. Here, look at this! He went down into his pocket and brought out a buckskin sack, from which he handed over a piece of well- worn quartz. “That's the rock,” he said. “She runs four hundred dollars to the ton, and the ledge is eight inches wide be tween the walls. Nice ore, eh? And siie lays between shale and porphyry.” His eyes sparkled as he carefully replaced the specimen, and then he looked up at Bud. “I'll let you in on that,” he said, “half and half—or I'll pav two hundred dollars a month and a bonus. You alone. Now how about it?” For a moment Hooker looked at him as if to read his thoughts, then he shook his head and exhaled his smoke regretfully. “Nope,” he said. “Me and Phil are pardners. We work together.” “I'll give you three hundred!” cried Kruger, half rising in his chair. “Nope,” grunted Dud, “we're pard- ners.” “Huh!” snorted the and flung away in disgust. mining man, But as he neared the door a new thought struck him and he came as quickly back. “You can do what you please about “I'm talking to you! Now—will you think about ) g “Sure!” returned Hooker. “Well, then,” snapped Kruger, “meet me at the Waldorf in an hour!” CHAPTER Il On the untrammeled frontier, where most men are willing to pass for what they are without keeping up any “front,” much of the private business, e e e e i “I'll Give You Three Hundred!” Cried Kruger. transacted in the back rooms of sa- loons. The Waldorf was nicely fur- nished in this regard. After a drink at the bar, in which De Lancey and Hooker joined, Henry Kruger led the way casually to the rear, and in a few moments they were safely closeted. “Now,” began Kruger, as he took a seat by the table and faced them with snapping eyes, “the first thing I want to make plain to you gentlemen is, if I make any deal today it’s to be with Mr. Hooker. If you boys are pardners you can talk it over together, but I deal with one man, and that’s Hooker, “All right?” he inquired, glancing at De Lancey, and that young man nodded indulgently, “Very well, then,” resumed Kruger, “now to get down to business. This mine that I'm talking about is located down here in Sonora within three hours’ ride of a big American camp. It isn’t any old Spanish mine, or lost padre layout; it's a well-defined ledge running three or four hundred dollars to the ton—and I know right where it is, too. “What I want to do is to establish the title to it now, while this revolu- ' as well as the general devilment, is tion is going on, and make a bonanza (WHILE THE SUPPLY LASTS) Introducing the New 10-Cent Tin of Stag By far the most beautiful and valuable gift ever given with a tin of smoking tobacco. Bathing Girl from the famous paint- ing, “September Morn,” is daintily in bas-relief and the whole pin finished in Roman gold. You will call it the most ex- quisite thing you ever saw. reproduced We offer one of these beautiful pins, while they last, to every purchaser of our new 10-Cent Tin of Stag. Look for the “FREE—SEP- TEMBER MORN”poster on a deal- er's window TODAY and get your Dealers have only a limited supply and they will go fast . 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So make up your minds, if you say you'll go, I want you to Bch to it!” 14 “We'll go, all right,” spoke up J, Lancey, “if it's rich enough.” “How about you?” inquired K-Nxe:g turning impatiently on Bud; “will yo go?” “Yes, I'll go,” answered Bud sullezE ly. “But I ain’t stuck on the job," , added. “Jest about get it opened y when a bunch of rebels will jump i and take everything we've got.” “Well, you get a title to it and p your taxes and you can come oy then,” conceded Henry Kruger, “No,” grumbled Hooker, “if I go ] stay with it.” He glanced at his paj, ner at this, but he, for one, did g seem to be worried. “I'll try anything—once!” he g served with a sprightly air, and By grinned sardonically at the well-wor, phrase. “Well,” said Kruger, gazing inqui» ingly from one to the other, “is it g 1 go? Will you shake hands on it?” “What's the proposition?” broke i De Lancey eagerly. “The deal is between me g Hooker,” corrected Kruger. “I'll gi him three hundred a month, or i equal share in the mine, expenses t; be shared between us.” “Make it equal shares,” said Hool er, holding out his hand, “and I'll giy. half of mine to Phil.” shoulder, “I'll go you—and you'll neve; regret it,” he added significantly, secrecy which had characterized his actions so far, he sat down and begay to talk, | “Boys,” he said, “I'm feeling lucky today or I'd never have closed this deal. I'm letting you in on one of ths | biggest things that’s ever been founi in Sonora. Just to show you how good it is, here’s my smelter receipts for eight hundred pounds of picked ore— one thousand and twenty-two dollars! 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