The Eldorado Courier (Eldorado, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, November 13, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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H—»bai do you think »li* aaked me 1 ? ,our »«»«>•. «oo
afier we d bad o«r iuto Lua« .„'"r «'• •"»» ^
i go in a danc.0. w lib a girl ttiikoul
fou jumclng down my thnf. f
"w'y, »ura you can'" rumbled Hud.
oo» boi ttiib a new Indignation; ' but
•tor gelling ma lo go Into thia deal
again*! my u.ij and wearing im< to
aoma damn-fool pledge, the Drat thing
you do la lo makv fncmla with Aragon
and then make lo*o to bu daught> r la
(bat your idea of belplug thing* along*
wya think that'a the way a partner
ought to act? No. i tell you. It la not!"
"Aw. Hud." protected uo Lancev
plaintively, "whaf. the u.atier wlih
you? lie reaaouable, old man; i never
meant to hurt your feeling*!"
"Hurt my fecllnga!" echoed Hooker
acornfully. "Huh, what are we down
b*re for. anyway— a Sunday school
picnic? My feelinga are nothing, and
they can wait; but we're Bitting on u
mine that's worth a million dollars
mebbe—and It ain't oura, either—and
when you throw In with old Aragon
and go to making love to his daugh
ter you know you're not doing right!
That s all there Is to it—you're doing
me and Kruger dirt!"
"Well, Bud.' said De Lancey with
mock gravity, "If that's the way you
feel about It i won't do it any more!'
"i wish you wouldn't." breathed Bud.
raising his head from his hands; "It
aure wears me out. Phil, worrying
•bout it."
"Well, then, i won't do It," protested
Phil sincerely. "So that's settled —now
who's going to turn Mexican citizen?"
"Suit yourself," said Bud listlessly.
"hi match you for It!" proposed De
• Lancey. diving into his pocket for
money.
"Don't need to." responded Bud;
~you can do what you please."
^ "No; 1*11 match you!" persisted Phil.
"That was the agreement—whenever
It was an even break 'we'd let the
money talk. Here's your quarter—and
If i match you I'll become the Mexi-
can citizen. All set? Let 'er go!"
He flipped the coin into the air and
caught It in his hand.
"Heads!" he called, without looking
at it. "What you got?"
"Heads!" answered Bud, and Phil
chucked his money into the air again
and laughed as it dropped Into hia
palm.
"Heads she is again!" he cried,
ahowing the Mexican eagle; "i never
did see the time when i couldn't match
you. anyway. So now, old socks, you
can keep right on being a Ttexan and
hating Mexicans like horny toads, and
i'll denounce the Eagle Tail the min-
ute the time la up. And i won't go
near the Aratoon outfit unless you're
with me—la that a go? All right,
ehake hands on It, pard! i wouldn't
<»arr«l with you for anything!"
"Aw, that's all right," mumbled Bud,
rfelng and holding out hia hand. "i
knowed you didn't mean nothing." He
•at down again after that and gazed
drearily out the door.
"Say. Bud." began Phil, hia eyea
sparkling with amuaement. "i've got
something to tell you about that dane*
laat night. If i didn't put the crusher
on Mr. Fella Luna and Manuel del
Rey! Wowl i aure wiahed you were
there to eee me do it!
"Thla Felix Luna la the aoa of an
old augar planter down In the hot coun-
try somewhere. He got run out by
the revoltoaoe and now h«'s up her*
trytog to make a winning with Gracia
Aragon—uniting two noble families,
•nd all that Junk. Well. sir. of all tbe
conceited, swelled up litUe aqulrta yoa
*TW »w In your life he's the limit
ktm t#t *** °ld bu ktod of bton
"Bat thla Manuel del Rey Is the c*p-
«•!■ of the ruralee around here aad •
ffeae'ne Mexican fire-eater—all buck
•hl» aad «erce masUehkw. and am el is
Mh* chill pepper* sad garlic—aad the
**• •* >■ werw ha Ting It hark aad
after we'd had our little Uugb? Well,
you don't ne«-d to gel ao grouchy about
it—»he aakod about you!"
"Awl"
ves. she did! so you aee what you
get for throwing her down!"
^'What did abe a*k?"
"Well, nhe a»kf<y* here he atopped
and laughed—"ahe aakt-d If you were a
cowboy!"
No!" c ried Bud. pleaaed In spite of
hlmrelf; "what doea abe know about
cowboys?"
'"Oh. she's wlae!" declared Phil;
"she's been to school twice In \jo*
Angeles and seen the wild west show
Yea. sir, ahe's just like an American
Rlrl and speaka English perfectly She
told me she didn't like the Mexican
men—they were too atuck on them-
selves—and soy. Bud. when i told her
She Gave Me Her Hand and Away
We Went.
you were a genuine Texas cowboy,
what do you think she said?"
"w'y, i don't know." answered Bud.
smiling broadly in anticipation; "what
did she say?"
"She said she'd like to know you!"
"She did not!" came back Bud with
sudden spirit.
Then he laughed the thought away,
a great burden seemed to be lifted
from his heart, and he found himself
happy again.
CHAPTER X.
To an American, accustomed to get-
ting things done first and talking about
it afterward, there is nothing so subtly
irritating as the old-world formalism,
the polite evasiveness of the Mexi-
cans; and yet. at times, they can speak
to the point with the best of us.
For alxty days Don Cipriano Aragon
had smiled and amiled and then, aud-
denly, as tbe laat day of th«ir mining
permit pesaed by aad there was ao
record of a denouncement by Cru*
Mendex. be appeared at tbe Eagle Tall
mine with a pistol In his belt aad a
triumphant sneer en his lips.
Behind bin rod* four Mexicans,
fully armed, aad they made no reply
to De Laacey's polite "Bsenoe diss.-
"Take your poor things." bcrst out
Aragon. polatiag coa:<-u.ptanusly at
their teat aad beds, "aad roar low
pelado Mexican—and go! Thla atae
ao longer staads la tbe aaaw of Cras
Meadea. aad 1 waat It for myeeW! Mai
rord!" ha ened. as De Laacey
bis mar-* -
Oaly go*
main here and hold our property."*
"Ila! You Americana!" exclaimed
Aragon, »• lie chewed bitterly on bis
deieat. "You will rob us of every-
thing -even our government So you
are a Mexican citizen, eh? You roust
vulue this barren mine very highly to
give up the protection of your govern-
ment. But perhaps you are acquainted
with a man numed Kruger?" be
aneered.
"He would aell bla honor any time
to defraud a Mexican of his rights,
and i doubt not it waa he who sent
you here. Yes, i havo known it from
the first—but i will fool him yet!
"So you are a Mexican citizen, Senor
De Lancey? Blen, then you shall pay
the full price of your citizenship. Be-
fore our law you are now no more than
that poor pelado. Mendez. You cannot
appeal now to your consul at Gads-
den—you are only a Mexican! Vecy
well!"
He shrugged his shoulders and
smiled significantly.
"No," retorted De Lancey angrily;
you are right—i cannot appeal to my
government! But let me tell you some-
thing, Senor Mexicano! An American
needs no government to protect him—
he has his gun, and that is enough!"
"Yes," added Bud, who had caught
the drift of the last, "and he has his
friends, too; don't forget that!" He
strode over toward Aragon and men-
aced him with a threatening finger.
"If anything happens to my friend."
he hissed, "you will have me to whip!
And now, senor," he added, speaking
in the idiom of the country, "go with
God—and do not come back!"
"Pah!" spat back Aragon, his hate
for the pushing foreigner showing in
every glance; "i will beat you yet!
And i pray God the revoltosos come
this way, if they take the full half of
my cattle—so long as they get you
two!"
"Very well," nodded Bud as Aragon
and his men turned away, "but be
careful you do not send any!"
"Good!" he continued, smiling grim-
ly at the pallid Phil; "now we got him
where we want him—out in the open.
And i'll just remember them four pal-
sanos be had with him—they're hia
handy men, the boys with nerve—and
don't never let one of 'em catch you
out after dark."
De Lancey sat down on a rock and
wiped his face.
"Heavens, Bud," he groaned. "i
never would have believed It of him—
i thought he was on the square. But
it Just goes to prove the old saying—
every Mexican has got a streak of yel-
low in him somewhere. All you've
got to do is to trust him long enough
and you'll find It out. Well, we're hep
to Mr. Aragon, all right!"
"i never seen one of these polite,
palavering Mexicans yet" observed
Bud sagely, "that Wasn't crooked. And
this feller Aragon is mean, to boot
But that'a a game," he added, "that
two can play at. i doc't know how you
feel. Phil, but we been kinder creeping
and slipping around so long that I'm
all cramped up inside. Never suffered
mora In my life than tbe laat sixty
days—being polite to that damn Mexi-
can. Now It'a oar tarn. Arm yoa
Same?"
"Coant me In!" cried De Laacey.
rising from bla rock. "What'a the
Play?"
'Well, well go Into towa pretty
soon." grinned Bad. "aad If I ma
acrora old Aragoa. or any aee of then
fear bad Mesfeaaa. I n golag to make
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"No. Senor." Said Hooker. Dropping
His Hand to His Sis-Shooter.
- _ - ■ 1 wasaw
bla—waW. be*s sara sates ia get
»^ad aad drag If ha d«i aal
hrnava Ceaeaa.lmikMck.r.ar
hateea aad «a la tsa
runhlng to see what had happened he
turned Copper Bottom tn bla traclu
and came back like a atreak of light.
"Look out. you ugly man'a dog!" be
shouted, whirling hie rope aa he rode;
and then, atuld a chorus of indignant
protests, he chased the yelping Brlndle
down the lane and through a hole In
the fence. Then, with no harm done,
he rode back up tbe atreet. smiling
amiably and looking for more doga to
rope.
In the door of the store stood Ara-
gon. pale with fury, but Bud appeared
not to see him. Ills eyes were turned
rather toward the bouse where, on tbe
edge of the veranda. Gracia Aragon
and her mother stood staring at hia
antics.
"Good morning to you, ladies!" he
saluted, taking off bis sombrero with
a flourish; "lovely weather, ain't it?"
And with his tongue in hia cheek and
a roguish glance at Aragon, who was
struck dumb by this last effrontery, he
went rollicking after bis pardner, send-
ing back a series of joyous yips.
"Now that sure doea me good." he
confided to Phil, aa they rode down
between cottonwoods and stfuck into
the muddy creek. "No senc 'n it. but
it gets something out of my system
that has kept me from feeling glad.
Did you see me bowing to the ladiea?
Some class to that bow—no? You
want to look out—i got my eye on that
gal, and i'm sure a hard one to head.
Only thing is, i wouldn't like the old
man for a father-in-law the way mat-
ters stand between us now."
He laughed boisterously at this wit-
ticism, and the little Mexican chil-
dren. playing among the willows,
crouched and lay quiet like rabbits.
Along the sides of the rocky hills,
where the peons had their mud-and-
rock houses, mothers came anxiously
to open doors; and as they Jogged
along up the river the Chinese gar-
deners. working in each separate nook
and eddy of the storm-washed creek-
bed, stopped grubbing to gaze at them
inquiringly.
"Wonder what's the matter with
them chinks?" observed Bud. when his
happiness bad ceased to effervesce;
"they sit up like a village of prairie
dogs! Whole country seems to be on
the rubber neck. Must be something
doing."
"That's right." agreed. Phil; "did you
notice how those peons scattered when
i rode down the street? Maybe there's
been some insurrectos through. But
say—listen!"
He stopped his horse, and In the
silence a bugle-call came down the
wind from the direction of Fortuna.
"Soldiers!" he said. "Now where
did they come from ? 1 was In Fortuna
day before yesterday, and—well, look
at that!"
From tbe point of the hill just ahead
of them a line of soldiers came into
view, marching two abreaat. with
tounted officer la the laad.
"Aha!" exclaimed Bud with convic-
tion; "they've started something down
below. This Is that bunch of federals
that wa saw drilling ap at Agaa Na-
sra."
"Tep." admitted De Laacey rifin-
fully; "I swess roar* right for oSee.
the open season for rebels has began"
They draw oat of the road aad Ih
them par* a k>»g. doable Itae ef
shabby infantmaen. still wearteg thatr
laat year's straw hats aad 1
and tradgteg sloag
sands'*
la mat
•era*, te aasrrh sad the mmf hp
aaida lira to baa tom* otef ib.
uia* a*4 ba a marebing 10 uk. Moo
letuma!"
"u by. that doeea 1 make any differ
•ace 10 ua* ana.rred Phil "mud*
«ima ia eighty miles frum here -aad
look at all the soldl.ra llow many
men ba* h~rn*rd<j ioi r*
"wall, thai i do noi know." reapoad
•4 l*»n Juan, "some say m«re and
some lees, but If you boya badn i come
in i aould have sent a man to fetch
you. Ju*t as soon as a revolution ba-
sins the bark country becomes unsafe
for Americana. Home of tbeaa low
characters are likely to murder yoa m
they think you have any money."
"Well, we bavent." put in liud; "but
we've sot a mine—and we ra soias to
beep It. too."
"Aw, Bernardo Bravo haant sot any
men!" scoffed Phil; "1 bet this Is a
false alarm. He got whipped out of
his boots over In Chihuahua laat fall,
and be'a been up In the Sierra Madrea
ever since. Probably coma down to
ateal a little beef.'
"Why. Don Juan. Bud and I lived
risht next to a trail all last year and
if we'd listened to one-tenth of tbe
revoltoso storlea we heard we wouldn't
have taken out an ounce of sold. i'm
going to get my denouncement papers
tomorrow, and i'll bet you we work
that mine all summer and never know
the difference. These rebels won't
hurt you any, anyhow!"
"No! Only beg a little grub!" added
Bud scornfully. "Come on. Phil; let's
go over and look at the soldiers—It's
that bunch of Yaquis wa saw up at
Agua Negra."
They tied their horses to the rack
and, leaving the solicitous Don Juan to
sputter, hurried over to the yard. From
the heavy metal ore cars, each a roll-
ing fortress in itself, the last of the
active Yaquis were helping out their
women and pet dogs,.while the rest
talking and laughing in high spirits,
were strung out along the track In a
perfunctory line.
If the few officers in command had
ever attempted to teach them military
discipline, the result was not appar-
ent in the line they formed; but any
man who looked at their swarthy
faces, the hawklike profiles, and deep-
set, steady eyes, would know that they
were fighters.
After all. a straight line on parade
has very little to do with actual war-
fare and these men had proved their
worth under fire.
To be sure, it was the fire of Mexi-
can guns, and perhaps that was why
the officers were so quiet and unassert-
ive; for every one of these big, up
standing Indians had been captured in
the Yaqui wars and deported to jhe
henequen fields of Yucatan to die In
the miasma and heat
But they had come from a hardy
breed and the whirligig of fortune was
flying fast—Madero defeated Porflrio
Diax; fresh revolutions broke out
against the victor and. looking about
In desperation for soldiers to fill hia
ranks, Madero fell upon the Yaqui*
Trained warriors for generations, of
a race so fierce that the ancient As-
tecs had been turned aside by them in
their empire-founding migration, they
were the very men to whip back tbe
rebels, if he could but win them to his
side.
So Madero had approached Chief |
Bule. whom Dlas had taken nnder a
flag of truce, and aoon the agreement
was made. In return for faithful serv-
ice, Mexico would sive back to the
Indians the one thins they had haaa
fighting a hunrded and sixty years to
attain, their land along the Rio Yaqui;
and there they should ba permitted to
live ia peace as their ancestors had
done before thrm.
And so. with a thousand or mora *f
a men. tbe crafty old war chief had
taken service la the federal amy.
thoash bis Bind, poisoned perhaps by
the treachery be had sufferad. wan not !
entirety fre* frota gat la
<to ncnmiimi
*U W. KMI tft. rhiimWlphia. Pa.
Chan** of Ufa Is one of lb. mart
criucal fwnotlsof a wwwib'* .amuac*
wummi everywhere should remember
that there u no oUta* r*m«|y known to
entry wonen anccM.fully throa«fe
lh». u> ms period aa LyOia L. flnbhaa't
V eifetaUe Compound
If Jfoil want special ndrta*
wHlr to I.yd In K. flnkhnm Nn*
Irlno (.'a. 1 confidentiul >, Lynn,
Maw. Your letter will lie opened,
rend anil answered bjr a womnia
and held in atrlct confidence.
Ts car* ca*tleva**s Ike in, m,, nan wm
smtv ikaa s pw«*ti». n awn - nliln
Iwaitc s*S cathartic prsptnl**.
Tuffs Pills
P****** Ike** qaaUtto*. sad •PMdMy mtara
" sat neal parUtaMc srtk*
lo lha ho.aia their
*a otaaual i* ratteWr
Resonant Turn-Turns.
Little Msdge hsd been iistenins ta
her mother readins from the paper.
All waa silent for some little timet
and then Madge burst out lausbing
very suddenly.
"Why. dearie," said the mother,
"what Is it?"
"i was thinking of what you ]ust
read about the wild people in Africa,
mother." replied the child.
"But there was nothing amusing
about that, dear."
"Why, yes there was, mother," said
Madge, "about their beating on their
tum-tums till they could be beard tor
miles."—Everybody's Magazine.
War 8natcHes.
Simeon Ford, the humorist of New
York, said the other day:
"We are a nation of humorists.
We extract humor even out of war.
As i walked down Broadway the oth-
er morning I overheard scraps of talk
like these:
" "The missionaries have been look-
ing for heathens in the wrong coun-
tries.'
" 'What's the^ matter with the lat*
Rudyard Kipling resurrecting himself
and giving us a new war song?'
" 'Carnegie's peace palace? th*
kaiser has turned it Into a fort.'"
i
Self-conceit ia a good asset. a man
can't hope to be popular with his
friends unless he is popular with
himself.
Virtue is Its own reward, but even
an angel blows his own horn.
Tone Up!
Not Drugs—
Food Does It
—wholesome, appetizing
food that puts life and
vigor into one, but doesn't
clog the system.
Such a food is
Grape-Nuts
The entire nutrition of
wheat and barley, in-
cluding the vital mineral
salts—phosphate of pot-
ash, etc.—
Long kai*^ enfly
digested, ready to oat; an
ideal food with cream or
milk, and fine m man j
combinations.
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