Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 15, 1914, Page 2

T THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JUNE 15, 1914, SO e SHHGFHFOFODOTOTOIOIUSYHGIRIL 0D GINTYIAPAFOIOLGHHOLND | - The news of De Lancey’'s desertion followed quickly after his flight—it | came over the federal wires in a re- port to Manuel del Rey—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 was oft ke 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 oft!” he yelled, dropping suddenly into Spanish. “Take that gun off—do you understand?” | So violent and unexpected was his | assault that it threw Aragon into a panic, 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 . (1 Q) “Take That Gun Off, Do You Under stand?” i his arms; “I know that hombre well! | Now what can I do for you, capitan?’ “Be so kind as to take your hand from your belt,” replied Del Rey with a smile that was intended to placate. *Ah, thank you—excuse my nerves— ‘now I can tell you the news. I regret to inform you, senor, that your friend, De Lancey, 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.” “Your news s old, capitan,” re- ‘Jotned Hooker. “I knew it two days ago. And you can tell Mr. Aragon that 1t 18 no use for him to try to get FOERAPOE0E0E CrE0CO-E'0'3-'03QEQKSQ«S’QPWE’Q@MWEOE@E02’% The Land of Broken Promises ¢ By DANE COOLIDGE 4 A Stirring Story Of The Mexican Revolution & ! this I do know. I have done nothing ‘he had not been enlisted with the fed- Q P & this mine—I became a Mexican citizen yesterday and located it myself.” “So we learned,” responded the cap- tain suavely. “It was 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. *“1 do not care to!” “But your frlend—" protested Man- uel del Rey with an insinuating smile. “My friend was in jail,” put in Bud; “he was to be shot at sunrise. But mira, amigo, I am not in jail, and, furthermore, I 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 fellows who have to be caught or killed. Come now, you understand my errand—why make it hard for me?” “No, senor,” returned Bud grimly, “I know nothing of your errand. But 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, “I 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 this, but Bud was swift to defend his Yaqul. “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 him.” “A Mexican?” 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 {8 a fugitive and an outlaw, and it erals I should have arrested him when he passed through Fortuna. So I warn you, 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.” “8o!” exclalmed 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 can- yon. Aragon lingered to retrieve his fallen gun-belt and then, seeming to think better of his desire to speak, he tiade a single vindictive gesture and set spurs to his champing horee. It was mrely a fling of the hand, as ‘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 hiseed out a blight- ing curse, and then Aragon was gone. That evening, as the darkness came on and the canyon became hushed and fer Tet et et et et T Sat Sat T atTat Sethut Tut et e el el Yol ol Bet el ST ut Sut T ut e e’ Sk Bt FOE 8=t Ladies’ Shoes $1.25. your shoes at a shoe store em o ns gal gl s OPPOSITE L As it is nearly time for have put on sale odds and ends of regnlar stock, remnants from discontinued lines, shop-worn dolls, stationery in soiled boxes, etc. all at from 5 Gents to 25 Cents Remember They Must Be Scld AT AND BELOW FIRST COST We are going out of the shoe business. : is your gain. Just think, Children's Shoes only $1.00. & Men's $4.00 Shoes $2.50. Buy KIMBROUGH & RUTHERFORD ¢ E‘S'D@OW&W‘Q RRudZel 2ulRul it utBut TulBul Suslul Sug fug teg el Su e Odds-and-E.nds Sale Our loss & and save moncy. CITY HALL our annual invoice, we | To add interest we will erous rliscount on pictures, chin evervthing outside t he lire of s ] 1] - ron also Allow yon a gen- L leather goods The Book Store | you ¢ | 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 me?” he asked, advancing warily into the firelight, i “that capitan?” “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 vell from his past. “Yes,” he sald, nodding significantly, “the rural is afrald. He knows I have come to kill him.” He squatted by the fire and poured out a cup of coffes, 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- er, forgetting for once his accustomed 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—nadie!” He threw up his open hands to sig- nify that all were gone, and Hooker sald no more. For three months and more he had worked alongside this glant, silent Yaqui and only once had he sensed his 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 slavety when, with the rest of his peo- ple, he had been deported to the hene- 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 captaln killed your people?” “No, senor,” answered Amigo quiet- ly; “they died.” He spoke the words simply, but there was something in his voice that brought up images of the past—of peaceful Yaquis, seized 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 hurled themselves into the sea; and then the awful years of slavery in the poisoneq tropics, until only the hardiest were lett. Amigo had seen it all, as the scars on his broad back proved—but he | withdrew now into silence and left his thoughts unsald. As he sat there by the fire, one long, black hand held out to keep the gleam from his eyes, he made a noble figure, but the Yaquqi songs which he had crooned on other pights were forgotten, and he beld himself tense and still. Then at last he rose and gazed at Bud. “You pay me my money,” he sald. “] go now.” “Bure,” answered Bud, and after he had weighed out the equivalent in 80ld on hig scales he fiipped in some more for luck and gave him a sack to hold it. "“What you buy with all that?” he inquired with a friendly grin; “grub?” “No, senor,’ answered Amigo, knot- ting the precious gold in a handker chief; “cartridges!” “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 Porfirlo Diaz had seized all the peace- ful Yaquis in a night and shipped them to Yucatan—for he saw that while 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 rurales on his trail it was better that he should go, but Bud wanted him to return. So, knowing the simple hon- esty of Indians, he brought out his own spare pistcl and placed it in Ami- | go's hands. Oiten he had seen him gazing at it I 'y, for it was light- er than ! ¥y Mauser and better | for the jo ) “Here said, “T will lend you my | pistol 1 can give it to me when red the Indian, hang- ad s hands then, ar th 8 n S 1 una I you. A great ¢ the harass nd, and above the far | | blue wall of the Sierras the first th\:ln-p der caps of the rainy season rose till they obscured the sky. Then, with a rush of conflicting winds, 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 Slerras; and, as empty rumors lulled them to a false security, suddenly from the north came the news of dashing raids, of raflroads cut, troops routed, and the whole bor der occupied by swarming rebels. In a day the southern country was tsolated and cut off from escape and, while the hordes of Chihuahua {nsur rectos lald siege to Agua Negra, the belated Spanish haclendados came scuttling once 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 fall victims to bandits and loot- ers. As the bass roar of the great whistle reverberated over the hills Bud Hook- er left his lonely camp almost gladly, and with his hard-won gold-dust safe beneath his 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 his 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 it fearful of being detected in such an act of friendship. Long before he had lost his pardner 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 opinifon a little, for the letters were from Phil. 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 Gracla and vain protestations of devotion there was enough and to epare, but nothing about the mine. Only in the first one, written on the very day he had deserted, did he so much as attempt an excuse for 8o 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 1 knew I would never receive the papers, even if they came. I hope you don't feel bard about it, pardner. Kruger says to come out right away. I would have stayed with it, but it waan’t any use. And now, Bud, I want to ask you some- thing. When you come out, bring Gracia with you. Don't leave her at the mercy Continued on Page 6.) ——————— e NOTICE OF APPLICA- TION FOR CHARTER Notice is hereby given that the undersigneq will on the 29th day of June, A. D. 1914, at eleven o'clock a. m., or as soon thereafter as saia matter may be heard, apply to the Hon. F. A. Whitney, Judge of the circuit court of the 10th judicial cir- cuit of the State of Florida, at his office in Arcadia or wherever in the said circuit the saiq judge may be sitting, for an order '.m‘nrmr.niu:. the undersigneq as a body politic, not for profit, under the name of “The Woman's Ciub of Lakeland.” for the purpose of moting a h AVONDALE SPRINGE TENNESSEE R. R. Station Avondale P. 0. Rutlegy, 1f you are looking for a beautiful nook in the mountajy, large variety of health-giving mineral SPrings, surroundeg ol est trees, and untold quantities of wild flowers, cheered py th many wild birds, where a cool breeze is always to be felt i, deep and shady glens which surround the grounds, and whey, fort is made for the pleasure and comfort of each and every il then come to Auburndale Springs, Tenn. Note the addresg g, ,I. | F. J. HOFFMAN, Proprietor I E Conservation. . T On the Farm ‘ § Practically every farm in this coum" would show a nice gprofit if the akove pressed idea cculd be and was carrieqy] with all its possibilities. The great fa::; problems of today are many. Good fer] and lots of them go a long toward sol \he! question of bigger profits. ThenW not get in line and buy your[fence[{fr( home people, who treat you right anaaa' preciate your business. Just received a solid car load of American Fenc Also a car of pitch pine fence post WILSOX HARDWARE C( The Loss by Fire in the U During a Recent Yéa Amounted to Almont One-Half the C Ot All New Building Constructed During the Eni | er social and moeral 1ditions in the city of Lakeland, copy of the pro-| We represent the following reli- Twelve Momt posed charter being filed in the ot- able companier fice of the clerk of the cirenit court | Fideli ) : ! rt e nderwri v adl of Polk totnty, Mioida : capitty;flu erwriters, 4750.000 When Buying or Bulll SUDIE B. WRIGHT. | Phi i Tidam el il ;[‘lv\‘_i | Philadelphia Underwriters, Provide the Means R B 0 R $4,500,000 Effa M. Southard. i . : b JULIA ETTA I’,\"I‘T[‘.R\‘fl\' 16erman Ame}'lcan, Caplts:l 2'000'000 1 { Emma Y. Graham. i ;lpnng"field Fire and Marine Or e ul |n MAMIE 1. B! capital 2,000,000 BLANTON & LAWL Attorneys for Incorporators. J. Strohaker PRACTICAL PLUWBER, osite PHOANT 23 & L1N S s — No. Six-Si I 0. Six-Sixty-Six AThis is a prescription prepared especially for MALARIA or CHILLS & FEVER. .Fi" or six doses will break any casc. and if take~ then as a tonic the Fever will retur. ¥ it acts on the liver better Calomel and does not ¢rine ar sicken 25¢ MANN & DEE | Room 7, Raymondo Building . Security Abstract & Title Co. 4 Bartow, Florida : R. B. HUFFAKER, PRES...... L. J. CLYATT, SECRE i FRANK H. THOMPSON, VICE PRES H. W. SMITH, TREASUF ABSTRACTS OF TITLES .4 E New and uptodate plant. Prompt service. ¢ Lakeland business left with our Vige President at City Hel ; receive prompt and efficient attentien. &