Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 22, 1914, Page 2

| SRS CHECHICHB DO PRSI TRNE: Free at last from the pent-in canyon, they halted at the forks, while Bud flooked out the land by moonlight. Dim and ghostly, the square-topped peaks and buttes rose all about him, huge and impassable except for the winding trails. He turned up a valley between two ridges, spurring his horse into a fast 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 east 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 Aheir pursuers by day. If the rurales traveled by landmarks, heading for the morthern passes in an effort to out- ride and intercept him, they might easily cut him off at the start; but if they trailed him—and he devoutly thoped they would—then they would have a tangled skeln to follow and he could lose them in the broken country 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- dng there is no call for a couch of ‘down, and as the morning star ap- peared in the east she slept while Bud | sat patiently by. It was no new task for him, this| watching and waiting for the dawn. For weeks at a time, after a hard day's work at the branding, he had stood guard half the night. Sleep was & luxury to him, like water to a moun- tain-sheep—and so were all the other ' .mseless things that town-bred people required. People like Gracla, 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 ways, and to enter into her life—there he was no man at all. She trusted to his courage to pro- | tect her, and that he could do, but it was to a man such as Phil she would give her love. Phil could not Jove her more than he did, but Phil's ways could be more attractive to her. is adventurous life with his father Lo peitatietiotiaties Sotyn ful tel put Lol tel el o] The Land of Broken Promises By DANE COOLIDGE=——= A Stirring Story Of The Mexican Revelution FOPOEO T QEGIDIVIOFOGOPOFOION D had not been such ae to cultivate the little niceties that appealed to women. It was only his privilege to serve, but 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 slept, calm and beautiful, in the solemn light. How to waken her, even that was a question, but the time had come to start. Already, trom 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 Bud in so many words: “She {s mine, and no man shall come between us!” It would be hard now if the rurales should prove too many for him—if 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 lald 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. “Why—what is it?" she cried. Then, as he spoke again and backed away, she remembered him with a smile, “Oh,” she sald, “is it time to get up? Where are we, anyway?” “About ten miles from Fortuna,” an- swered Hooker soberly. “Too close— we ought to be over that divide.” He pointed ahead to where the val- ley narrowed and passed between two hills, and Gracla sat up, binding back her hair that had fallen from its place. “Yes, yes!” she said resolutely. “We must go on—but why do you look at me so strangely?” “Don’t know,” mumbled Bud. “Didn’t iknow I was. Say, let me get them sad- dle-blankets, will you?” He went about his work with em- barrassed swiftness, slapping on sad- dles and bridles, coiling up ropes, and offering her his hand to mount. When —_———— (s 2es2ud tul ertegint et &0@03? THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., JUNE 22, Z How to Waken Her, Even That Was a Question, he Tooked at her again it was mnot strangely. “Hope you can ride,” he said. “We got to get over that pass before any- ' body else makes it—after that we can ' take a rest.” “As fast as you please,” she an- swered steadily. “Don’t think about me. But what will happen if—they get there first?” She was looking at him now as he searched out the trail ahead, but he ! pretended not to hear. One man in that pass was as good as a hundred, and there were only two things he could do—shoot his way through, or turn back. He believed she would not want to turn back. CHAPTER XXV. Though the times had turned to war, all nature that morning was at peace, and they rode through a valley of flow- ers like knight and lady in a pageant. l The rich gross rose knee-deep along the hillsides, the desert trees were filigreed with the tenderest green and twined with morning-glories, and in open glades the popples and sand- verbenas spread forth masses of blue and gold. Already on the mesquit-trees the mocking-birds were singing, and bright flashes of tropical color showed where cardinal and yellow-throat passed. The dew was still untouched upon the grass, and yet they hurried on, for some premonition whispered to them of evil, and they thought only to gain the far pass. 1914. afety, | not continue the pursuit if thelr lead- the way, so that it would ary to injure more than Beyond that lay comparative 8 but no man knew what dangers lurked | er was out of between them and that cleft in the : not be necess mountains. Del Rey and his rurales | one man. / or Bravo and hie rebels might be | “Ah, how I hate that map!” raged there. In fact, one or the other prob- | Gracia, spurring her horse as she | ably was there, and if so there would | gcowled back at the galloping Del | pe a fight, a fight against heavy 0dds | Rey and his men who were riding on- | ) if he were alone, and odds that would | ward rapldly be greatly increased because he must | “All right,” observed Bud with a | protect Gracia. | quizzical smile, “I'll have to kill him To the west and north rose the high | for you then!"” ‘and impassable mountain which had She gazed at him a moment with | barred their way in the night; across eyes that were big with questioning, !the valley the flat-topped Fortunas | but the expression on his rugged face | threw their bulwark against the dawn; ! baffled her. |and all behind was broken hills and | “I would not forget it,” she cried im-| | gulches, any one of which might give | pulsively. “No, after all I have suf-l up armed men. Far ahead, like & fered, I think I could love the man who knife-gash between the ridges, lay the would meet him face to face! But why i pass to the northern plains, and 88 do you—ah!” she cried, with a sudden | their trail swung out into the open tragic bitterness. “You smile! You they put spurs to their horses and haye no thought for me—you care | galloped. | nothing that T am atraid of him! Ah, | Once through that gap, the upper Diog for a man who is brave—to rid | country would lie before them and e of this devil!” ‘ they could pick and choose. Now they “Never mind!” returned Bud, his must depend upon speed and the oieq thick with rising anger. “If I, chance that their way was not blocked. kill him it won't be for you!" Somewhere in those hills to the east | He jumped Copper Bottom ahead Bernardo Bravo and his men were y, ;o1 her, for in that moment she' hidden. Or perhaps they were SC&l- .. 4, oped his pride. Yes, she had tered, turned by their one defeat. into dibe Hicte than iRatidha ihad: da roving bandits or vengeful partizans, Wit ed A drain ho his 4 arbamiotia laying waste the Sonoran ranche; 88\ ooutitul ol lave Benba L they fought their way back to Chihua- wAVA 0blE whom ho Had swom to hua. There were a hundred ovil ...\ with hig life. Did she think| chances that might befall the fugitives, MoLe s & et Mesin Do and while | BUd sonaod e counu‘yi try lover, to be inflamed by a glance ahead Gracla cast anxious glances be- anq a smile? Then Phil could have hind. her, and welcome. Her tirade had “They are coming!” she cried 8t/ legsened his burden. Now his fight last, as a moving spot appeared in the| was but a duty to his pardner in the | rear. “Oh, there they are!” performance of which he would be no “Good!” breathed Hooker, as he!less careful, but to turn her over to rose in his stirrups and looked. , Phil would not now be painful. | “Why, good?” she demanded, cu-| «“Ap Bud!” she appealed, spurring riously. up beside him, “vou did not under- “They's only three of 'em,” answered | stand! I know you are brave—and it Bud. “I was afraid they might be in|he comes” —she struck her pistol front,” he explained, as she gazed atj fiercely—*“I will kill him myself!” him with a puzzled smile. “Never mind,” answered Bud in a| i “Yes,” she said; “but what will you | kinder voice. “Il take care of you. do if they catch us?” Jest keep your horse in the trail,” he “They won't catch us,” replied Hook- | added, as she rode on through the | er confidently. “Not while I've got my | brush, “and I'll take care of Del Rey.” . rifle. Aha!” he exclaimed, still look- He beckoned her back with a jerk ing back, “now we know all about it— ! of the head and resumed his place in that sorrel s Manuel del Rey's!” the lead. Here was no place to talk “And will you kill him?” challenged about men and motives. The moun- Gracfa, rousing suddenly at the name. tain above was swarming with rebels, i Hooker pretended not to hear. In. there were rurales spurring behind— stead, he cocked his eye up at the Yes, even now, far up on the eastern eastern mountain, whence from time ' hillside, he could see armed men—and | to time came muffled rifleshots, and now one was running to intercept turned his horse to go. There was, them! trouble over there to the east some-| Bud reached for his rifle, Jerked up where—Alvarez and his Yaquls, still a cartridge, and sat crosswise in his ?harry(ng the retreating rebels—and saddle. He rode warily, watching the , some of it might come their way. | distant runner, until suddenly he pulled , With Rel Rey behind them, even.in his horse and threw up a welcom- though in sight, he was the least of | ing hand. The man was Amigo—no their troubles, and could be easlly‘other could come down a hillside so { cared for with a rifle shot if they : swiftly—and he was signaling him to : could not distance him, Hooker knew ' wait. “Who s that man?" asked_Gracia, ! Mexico! as she refned in at h»!.-) alde, ) know him?” y “Bure do!” respondeqd Hookg ally. “He's the best frienq l';; “Kal, Amigo!!" he hajleg Yaqui came quartering oy, u:‘ and, apparently oblivioys ,,“; coming pursuers, he rode g 0( ! trail to meet him. They shoog and Amigo flashed his fapjj, glancing shyly over the horggy y at the daughter of the Aragey, “I knew the horse” he ey with a gentle caress for Copper tom. “My people—up there—j icans! Where you go?” “North—to the line,” answeny, pointing up the pass. : “Muy malo!” frowneq the y, glancing once more at the wop,, hind. “Muchos revoltoses!" “Where?" asked Bud. “Everywhere!” replied Amigy a comprehensive wave of ty,,, “But no matter,” he added simply will go with you. Who 4 horsemen behind?” “Rurales!” responded Hooke, the Yaqui's black eyes dilateq, “Yes,” nodded Bud as he read swift question In their glance there, too—Del Rey!" “Que bueno!” exclaimed the | fixing his eagle glance upon the yg He showed his white teeth in 44 In an instant he saw his opporty: | he saw his enemy riding into g y and turned his face to the pags, What Amigo had waited for, th portunity he had watched for, v at hand. Del Rey should pay price of that scar the Yaqui o Not again would the bullet go astry and his people should have one Mexican to fight after that day hatred of generations lay behing thoughts of the Indian. He o nothing for the grievance of the g and he would not kill Del Rey that, but for his own reasons “Come!” he said, laying hold ¢ latigo strap, and as Hooker lope up the steady incline he ran along his stirrup. In his right hand he carrfed the heavy Mauser, sandaled feet bore him forward tireless strides and only the hey of his mighty chest told the stor: the pace. “Let me take your gun,” suggesd Hooker, as they set off on their but Amigo in his warrior's pride shook his head and motioned ht and on. So at last they gaine rugged summit, where the granit of the mountain crop up throug! sands of the wash and the il slopes away to the north. To the was Del Rey, still riding after but Amigo beckoned Bud beyond & reef and looked out to the north (To Be Continued.) 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