Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 23, 1914, Page 2

| ! | 1l g o PAGE TWO ¢ The Land of Broken Promises : By DANE COOLIDGE=—= ’ A Stirring Story Of The Mexican Revolution 2‘ PO LHB OB O PO QBT SO DOD QO FQPOPOGPHOTON *.:‘ “Revoltosos!” he exclaimed, point- ing a sun-blackened hand at a distant ridge. ‘“Revoltosos!” he said again, waving his hand to the east. “Here,” waving toward the west, “no!” “Do you know that country?” in- quired Hooker, nodding at the great plain with its chains of parallel Sfer- ras, but the Indlan shook his head. “No,” he said; “but the best way Is straight for that pass.” He pointed at a distant wedge cut down between the blue of two ridges, and scanned the eastern hills intently. “Men!” he cried, suddenly indicat- ing the sky-line of the topmost ridge. “I think they are revoltosos,” he added gravely. “They will soon cross your trail.” “No difference,” answered Bud with 8 smile. “I am not afraid—uot with you here, Amigo.” “No, but the woman!” suggested Amigo, who read no jest in his words. “It is better that you should ride or —and leave me here.” He smiled encouragingly, but a wild light was creeping into his eyes and Hooker knew what he meant. He de- sired to be left alone, to deal with Del Rey after the sure manner of the Yaquis. And yet, why not? Hooker gazed thoughtfully at the oncoming rurales and walked swiftly back to Gracia. “This Indian is a friend of mine,” he said, “and I can trust him. He says it will be better for us to ride on—and he will take care of the rurales.” “Take care?” questioned Gracia, turning pale at a peculiar matter-of- fact tone in his voice. “Sure,” said Hooker; “he says there are revoltosos ahead. It will be bet- ter for you, he says, to ride on.” “Madre de Dios!"” breathed Gracia, clutching at her saddle; and then she nodded her head weakly. “You better get down for a minute,” ruggested Hooker, helping her quick- THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JUNE 23, 1914, enipped off between fwo heartbeats | she remembered him with pity and muttered a prayer for his soul. For | Hooker, for De Lancey she had no thought, but only for the dashing | young captain who had followed her to his death. Of this Bud had no knowledge. He realized only that she was growing | weaker, and that he must call a hllt,‘ and at last, when the walls of their pass had widened and they rode out into the open plain, he turned aside ! from the trail and drew rein by a clump of mesquit. ‘ “Here, let me take you,” he said, as she swayed uncertainly in the sad- dle. She slid down finto his arms and he laid her gently in the shade. | “Poor girl,” he muttered, “it’s been too much for you. I'll get some water, | and pretty soon you can eat.” } He unslung the canteen from his saddle-flap, gave her a drink, and left her to herself, glancing swiftly along the horizon as he tied out their mounts to graze. But for her faintness he would have pushed on farther, for he | had seen men off to the east; but hun- ger and excitement had told upon her even more than the day-and-night ride. For a woman, and sitting a side-sad- dle, she had done better than he had hoped; and yet—well, it was a long way to the border and he doubted if she could make it. She lay still in the shade of the mesquit, just as he had placed her, and when he brought the sack of food she did not raise her kead. | “Better eat something,” he sug- gested, spreading out some bread and dried beef. “Here’s some oranges I & 8ergeantin the Texas rangers and no got from Don Juan—T'll just put them hundred Mexicans was ever able to over here for you.” 'make him crawl. He served for ten Gracia shuddered, sighing wearily, ' Years on the Texas border and never Then, as if his words had hurt her, turned his back to no man—Iet alone she covered her face and wept. & Mex. I was brought up by him to “What did you tell that man?” ghe be peaceable 2nd quiet, but don't you asked at last. never think, Lacause I run away from “W'y—what man?” inquired Hook- Manuel del Rey, that I was afraid to er, astonished. “Ain't you going to face him.” eat?” “No!” she cried, gazing out at him 1y, and her eyes fell before his, through her tears, “not until I know ' what you said. Did you tell that In- dian to—to kill him?” She broke down suddenly in a fit of sobbing, and Hooker wiped his brow. “W'’y, no!"” he protested. “Sure not! ‘What made you think that?” “Why—you rode over and spoke to him—and he looked at me—and then— he—killed him!" She gave way to a paroxysm of grief at this, and Bud looked around him, wondering. That she was weak and hungry he knew, but what was this she was saying? “I reckon I don’t understand what you're driving at” he said at last. “Wish you'd eat something—you'll feel better.” been associating with these Mexicans too much!” “Why, what do you mean?” ghe de- manded curtly. “I mean this,” answered Hooker, “be- ing as we're on the subject again. Ever since I've knowed you you've been talking about brave men and all that; and more’n once you've hinted that I wasn't brave because I wouldy't fight. “I'd Just like to tell you, to put looking wistfully away, “I did not—I | did not understand. And so the poor Yaqui was only avenging an injury?” she went on, reaching out one slender hand toward the food. “Ah, I can un- derstand it now—he looked 80 savago and flerce. But"—she paused again, set back by a sudden thought—“didn’t | you know he would kill him?" “Yes, maam,” answered quietly, “I did.” “Then—then why didn't you—" “That was between them two,” he replied doggedly. “Del Rey shot him once when he was wounded and left him for dead. He must have killed , Some of his people, too; his wife meb- be, for all I know. He never would Hooker The Heavy Mauser Spoke Out--One Shot! ly to the ground. “Here, driuk some water—you're kinder faint. I'll be right back—jest want to say good-by.” He strode over to where Amigo had posted himself behind a rock and laid & hand on his arm, “Adios, Amigo!” he said, but the Yaqui only glanced at him strangely. “Anything in my camp, you're wel- come to it,” added Hooker, but Amigo did not respond. His black eyes, far- eeelng as a hawk’s, were fixed intently - before him, where Del Rey came gal- foping in the lead. “You go now!” he said, speaking fwith an effort, and Hooker understood. here was no love, no hate left in that jmighty carcass—he was all warrior, mll Yaqui, and he wanted Del Rey to | thimself. “We'll be going,” Hooker sald to [Gracia, returning swiftly, and his sub- | [ued tones made her start. She felt, s one feels at a funeral, the hovering fwings of death, yet she vaulted into | her saddle and left her thoughts un- | gaid. They rode on down the valley, spur- ming yet holding back, and then with a ar that made them jump the heavy auser spoke out—one shot! And no pmore. There was a hush, a long wait, gnd Amigo rose slowly from behind | his rock. “God!” exclaimed Hooker, as he caught the pose, and his voice sound- | jed a requiem for Manuel del Rey. Then, as Gracia crossed herself and fell to sobbing, he leaned forward in hie saddle and they galloped away. | CHAPTER XXVI. | - | Though men may make a jest of it In books, it is a solemn thing to kill | B man, even to be near when one is | &killed. If Gracia had Del Rey herself in a passion her hot blood[ might have buoyed her up, but now her whole nature was convulsed \\hh‘, ghe horror of it and she wilted like a | flower, i An hour before she had burned with hatred of him, she had wished hlml fead and sought the man who would | &l him. Now that his life had been your mind at rest, that my father was | He paused and regarded her intent- | “You must excuse me,” she said, | Outdoor, indoors, any fime, anywhere, any occasion, ShezeColey Satisfies A delightful flavor all its own. IN ICED BOTTLES ANYWHERE —— LOOK FOR THE @FM el BOTTLED BY CHERO-COLA BOTTLING CO. LAKELAND, FLORIDA. [ "“That's right,” smifed Hooker; “him | and me have been friends for months now out at the mine. I'd do anything for that feller.” “Oh, now you make me jealous,” she pouted. “If I were only a Yaqui—and | big and black—" “Never mind,” defended Bud. “He was a true friend, all right, and true friends, believe me, are scarce.” his volce that did not escape her, and she was careful not to allude to Phil. His name, like the name of her father, always drove this shy man to silence, and she wanted to make him talk. “Then you ought to be frlends with but really! it? Iremember now the first time that I saw you—I was looking through my hole among the passion-flowers and you saw me with your keen eyes. Phil did not—but he was there. And you Just looked at me once—and looked away. Why did you never respond when I came there to look for you? You would just ride by and look at “No,” agreed Bud, smiling quietly. “He was crazy to see you, but he rode right by, looking at the windows and such.” “The first time I met him,” muged Gracia, “I asked about you. Did he ever tell you?” Bud hung his head and grinned sheepishly. It was not difficult to make out a case against him. A~d so Gracia had not wanted Del Rey killed as he thought she did. She was not the viclous woman he “No, T won't eat!” she declared, sit- ting up and frowning. “Mr. Hooker,” she went on very miserably, “what did you mean this morning when you— laughed! I sald I hated poor Manuel —and you saild—well, what you did— and you laughed! Did you think—oh, | you couldn’t have—that I really want- ed him killed?" “W'y, sure not!” crled Hooker heartily. “I knowed you was fooling! Didn't I laugh at you? Say, what kind of a feller do you think I am, anyway? , then—well, there was you.” D'ye think I'd get an Indian to do my| “Ah!” she breathed, and a flush killing 2" | mounted her pale cheeks. She smiled “Oh, then didn't you?” she cried, | 88 she reached out once more for the suddenly brightening up. “You know,' food and Hooker resolved to do his you talk so rough sometimes—and I best at gallantry, it seemed to make ! never do know what you mean! You her so happy. said you guessed you'd have to kill: “So you were thinking of me,” she him for me, you know, and—oh, it was challenged sweetly, “all the while? I too awful! I must be getting foolish, thought perhaps I was a nuisance and I'm go tired out, but—what did you In the way. I thought perhaps you did tell that Indian?" not like me because—well, because Bud glanced at her sharply for a I'm a Mex, as you say.” i moment and then decided to humor| ‘“No, ma'am,” denfed Hooker gazing | her. Perhaps, if he could get her i upon her admiringly. “Nothing like | quieted, she would etop talking and | that! When I say Mex I mean these | begin to eat. { low, pelado Mexicans—Don Juan tells | “He asked me who was after us," he | In@ You're pure Spanish” said, “and I told him it was Del Rey.” | “With perhaps a little Yaqui,” she “Yes, and what did he say then?” | SuBgested shyly, | “He didn’t say nothing—jest lined | “Well, mebbe he did say that, too.” out for the pass.” | confessed Bud. “But it's jest as good “And didn't you say you wanted— | s Spanish—they say all the big men him—killed?" in Sonora have got some Yaqui blood “No!™ burst out Bud, half angrily, | —Morral, that was vice-president; the “Haven't I told you once? I did not! | Tornes brothers, governors—" That Indian had reasons of his own, “And Aragon!” she added playtully, | believe me—he's got a scar along his | Put at a look in his eyes she stopped. ribs where Del Rey shot him with a | Bud could not look pleasant and think six-shooter! And, furthermore,” he | ©f Aragon. added, as her face cleared at this ex- | _“Ah, yes,” she rattled on, *] know. planation of the mystery, “you'd better | You like the Yaquis better than the try to take me at my word for the rest | Spanish—I saw you shaking hands of this trip! Looks to me like you've With that Indian. Amd what was it You_called him -Amigo?” talk about it, but he come back to get his revenge. from cover myself, but that ain't {t— ' it was between them two.” “And you?” she suggested. “If you had fought Del Rey?" “I would have met him in the open,” sald Hooker. “And yet—" “I didn’t want to,” he ended bluntly. “Didn’t want to fight him and didn't want to kill him. Had no call to, And I don't shoot no man|Jus: the gentle, noble girl he had | 8Woil to protect and conduct across she went on innocently, why I admire the Americ —they ar eyes on her, she read tie frony in Led thought her for a time. She was the border to her flance. Again came the desire to claim her, but there was Dot only Phil to be thought of but | the fitness of himself to be the mate | of this woman. “Is it something I have done?” ghe There was a shade of bitterness in! me,” she chided, after a silence. "X! have always wanted to be your friend —why will you never allow it? No, ! Haven't I always shown | me once, and even Phil never knew.” Conservation On the Farm | Practically every farm in this coun would show a nice profit if the abovee pressed idea could be and was carried with all its possibilities. The great fin problems of today are many. Good fen and lots of them go a long toward solvi the question of bigger profits. Then wii not get in line and buy your fence frs home pcople, who treat you right and g preciate your business. asked at last. “Is that why you never liked me? Now, Mr. Hooker, pleage ' speak to me! And why do you always sit so far away—are you afraid of me? But look."—she moved closer to him “here we are alone, and I am not afraid . of you!"” i “Of course not,” answered Bud, look- | ing across at her boldly. “Why should yYou be—you ain't afraid of noth. | ing!” ‘ “Is that a compliment ?” she demand- ed eagerly. “Oh, then I'm so happy— it’s the first you ever paid me! But | have I been brave,” she beamed, “so far? Have I been brave, like a man?” “Sure have!" remarked Hooker im. personally, “but we ain't there yet. Only thing I don't like about you is you don't eat enough. Say, don't pick | up them crumbs—let me pare off some | more of this jerked beef for you. Can't ‘nnbndy be brave when they're hun. &1y, you know, and I want to bring you in safe.” “Why?" she inquired, as she accept- ed the handful of meat. “Is is on Phil's account?” ghe ventured, as he | sat gazing stoically at the horses, “You were such friends, weren't you?” “Oh, that {g ans 80 much : € S0 true to each other!” “Yes,” observed Hooker, rolling hig “we're fine that way!" “Well, T mean it1” she insisted, ag his glance (To Be Just received a solid car load of American Fenct Also a car of pitch pine fence post. . R RO A TR WILSON HARDWARE CO Volce Restored by Paraffin. At a recent meeting of the Munich Aerztlicher Verein, Dr. Kretschmann exhibited a patient who about one year sefore had recefved ap injection of parafiin in g paralyzed vocal cord band. The volee was at first rough fmd without much resonance, but now « has become natural. The position of ths cord is also natural to a cer taln extent, but when the cords touch in phonation the arytenoid cartilage of the paralyzed side i seen to under #0 peculiar movements are told, must be due to th the cricothyroid muscle, nervated by the super nerve, while the paralyz nervated by the “recurr His Condit “I suppose when L turned into a pillar of look 80 much himselt.” “He looked what- he proba sorry Lot.” THE F.F. Daiiry € BUFFALO,ILY. Ha; % Our ew Pate EASY-OPENING-B