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i»ui . -wur.winaa
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
=By DANE COOLIDGE=
Author of
-THE FIGHTING FOOI„” “HIDDEN WATERS,'
"THE Tl XICAN,” Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
"’onvriorht. 1914 hv r—nk A . Murncv
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A «tory of border Mexico, vivid.
Intense, such as has never before
been written, Is this one of Ameri
can adventurers into the land of
manana. Texan, mining engineer,
Spanish senor and senorita, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
a Bomber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
"Quick work!” commented Phil, as
they rode toward the mine; "the old
man has got over his grouch.”
"Uin,” mused Bud, with a quiet, i
brooding smile; and the next time he
rode into town he looked for the ;
masked face among the flowers and
rmiled again. That was the way Gra
cia Aragon affected them all.
He did not point out the place to
Phil, nor betray her by any sign. AT
he did was to glance at her once and
then ride on his way, but somehow his
heart stood still when he met her
eyes, and his days became filled with
a pensive, brooding melancholy.
"What the matter, Pud?” rallied
Phil, after he had jollied him for a
week; “you’re getting mighty quiet
lately. Got another hunch—like that ;
one you had up at Agua Negra?”
“Nope," grinned Bud; “but MI tell
you one thing—if old Aragon don’t
spring something pretty soon I’m go-1
ing to get uneasy. He's too dog-goned
good-natured about this.”
“Maybe he thinks we’re 6tuck,” sug-'
gested De Lancey.
v\ ell, lie’s awful happy about some-'
thing," said Bud. “I can see by the j
way he droops that game eye of his—
and smiles that way—that he knows
we’re working for him. If we don't
get a title to this mine, every tap of
work we do on it is all to the good !
for him, that’s a cinch. So sit down
now and think it out—where’s the
joker?”
“Well,” mused Phil, “the gold is1
here somewhere. He knows we're not
fooled there. And he kno s we re 1
right after It, the" way we’re driving I
this cut in. Our permit is good—he
hasn’t tried to buffalo Mendez—and i
It’s a cinch he can't denounce the
claim himself.” j
“Maybe he figures on letting us do |
all the work and pay all the denounce
ment fees and then spring something
big on old One-Eye,” propounded Iiud. ;
“Scare ’im itp or buy 'im off, and have
him transfer the title to him. That’s
the way he worked Kruger.”
“Well, say,” urged Phil, “let’s go
ahead with our denouncement before
he starts something. Besides, the
warm weather is coming on now, and
if we don’t get a move on we’re likely
• o get run out by the revoitosos.”
“Nope,” said Bud; “I don’t put this
into Mendez's hands until I know he’s
!'ur man—and if I ever do go ahead I’ll
.eep him under my six-shooter unt:l
the last paper is signed, believe me. I
know we’re in bad somewhere, but
hurrying up won’t help none.
“Now I tell you what we’ll do—you !
go to the mining agent and get copies
of all our papers and send them up to :
that Gadsden lawyer. I’m going to go
down and hoard with Mendez and see
if I can read his heart.”
Bo they separated, and while Phil
stayed in town to look over the rec
ords Bud ate liis beans and tortillas
with (he Mendez family.
They were a happy little family,
comfortably installed in (lie stone
house that Mendez had built, and rap
idly getting fat on three full meals a
day. From his tent farther up the
canyon Bud could look down and
watch the children at play and see the
comely Indian w ife as she conked by
the open fire.
Certainly no one could be more in
nocent and contented than she was,
and El Tuerto was all bows and pro
testations of gratitude. And yet, you
never can tell.
Mud had moved out of the new house
to furnish quarters for El Tuerto and
had favored him in every way; but
this same consideration might easily
be misinterpreted, for the Mexicans
are slow to understand kindness.
So, while on the one hand lie had
treated them generously, lie had al
ways kept his distance, lest they be
tempted to presume. But now, with
Phil in town for a few days, he took
his meals with Maria, who was too
awed to say a word, and made friends
witji the dogs and the children.
The way to the dog’s heart was easy,
almost direct, and he finally won the
attention of little I’ancho and JoBefa
with a well-worn Sunday supplement.
This gaudy institution, with its spicy
stories and startling illustrations, had
penetrated even to the wilds of Sonora,
and every Sunday as regularly as the
paper cauie Bud sat down and had his
laugh over the funny page.
But to Pancho, who was six years
old and curious, this same highly col
ored sheet was a mystery of mysteries,
and when he saw the big American
laughing he crept up and looked at it
wistfully!
"Mira,1 said Bud, laying his finger
upon the smirking visage of one of the
comic characters, “look, and I wili teh
you the story.”
And so, with laborious care, he
translated the colored fun, v-hile the
little Mendezes squirmed with exc 'le
nient and leaped with joy. Even the
simple souls of El Tuerto and Maria
wer moved by the comicas, and Men
dez became so interested that he
learned the words by heart, the better
to explain them to others.
But as for Mexican treachery, Bud
could find none of it. In fact, finding
them so simple-hearted and good-na
tured. he became half ashamed of his
early suspicions and waited for the
return of Phil to explain Don Cipri
ano's complacency.
But the next Sunday, as Bud lay
reading in his tent, the mystery solved
itself. Cruz Mendez came up from the
house, hat in hand and an apologetic
smile on his face, and after the cus
tomary roundabout remarks he asked
the boss as a favor if he would lend
him the page of comic pictures.
"Seguro!” assented Bud, rolling over
and fumbling for the funny sheet;
then, failing to find it instantly, he in
quired: "What do you want it for?”
, “Ah, to show to my boy!" explained
El Tuerto, his one eye lighting up with
pride.
“Who—Pancho?”
“Ah, no, sonor,” answered Mendez
simply, "my boy in l*a Fortuna. tho
otie you have not seen."
Bud stopped fumbling for the paper
and sat up suddenly. Here was a new
light on their faithful servitor, and one
that might easily take away from his
value as a dummy locator.
“Oh!” he said, and then; “How
many children have you. Cruz?"
Cruz smiled deprecatlngly, as par
ents will, and turned away.
“By which woman?” he inquired, and
Bud became suddenly very calm, fear
ing the worst. For if Cruz was not
legally married to Maria, he could not
transfer the mining claim.
‘‘By all of them,” he said quietly.
"Five in all,” returned Cruz—“throe
by Maria, as you know—two by ' ray
I hrst woman—and one other. I do*not
count him.”
j “Well, you one-eyed old reprobatwi”
i muttered Bud in liis throat, but he
i passed it off and returned smiling to
the charge.
“Whejre does your boy live now?”
be asked with flattering solicitude, the
better to make him talk, “and is he
old enough to understand the pic
tures?"
“Ah, yes!" beamed Mendez, “be is
twelve years old. He lives with his
motlyfr now—and my little daughter,
too. Their mamma is the woman ot
the mayordomo of the Senor Aragon—
a bad man, very ugly—she is not mar
ried to him.”
“But with you—” suggested Bud, re
garding him with a steely stare.
“Only by the judge!” exclaimed
Mendez virtuously. "It was a love
match, and the priest did not come—
so we were married by the judge.
T hen this bad mayordomo stole her
away from me—vthe pig—and 1 mar
ried Maria instead. Maria is a good
woman and 1 married her before the
priest—but I love my other children,
too, even though they are not lawful.”
“So you married your first wife be
fore the judge,” Observed Bud cynical
ly, “and this one before the priest. But
how could you do that, unless you had
been divorced?”
"All, senor.” protested Mendez, hold
ing out bis hands, “you do not under
stand. It is only the church that can
really marry—the judge does'it only
for the money. Maria is iny true wifo
—and we have three nice children—
but as I am going through Iai Fortunn.
1 should like to sho a the picture paper
to my boy.”
Bud regarded him in meditative si
lence. then he rose up and began a de
termined sean h for the tunny sheet.
"All right," he said, handing it over,
“and here is a pa loche of sugar for
your little girl—the cue in La For tuna.
It is nothing,” he added, as Mendez
began his thanks.
“But oh, you marrying Mexican,” he
continued, relapsing into his rnothe
tongue as K1 Tuerto disappeared; “you
certainly have dished us light."
CHAPTER IX.
Not the least of the causes which
have brought Mexico to the bring 01
the abyss is the endless quarrel be
tween church and state, wliicu has al
most destroyed the sanctity oi mar
riage and left, besides, a pitiful hei
itage of deserted women and l'athei
less children as its toll.
Many an honest laborer has peoned
himself to pay the priest for his mar
riage, only to be told that it is not
legal in the eyes of the law; and many
another, married by the judge, lias
beeh gravely informed by the padre
that the woman is only his mistress,
ana uie children born out of wedlock.
)3o that now, to be sure that she is
wedded, a woman must he married
twice, and many a couple, on account
of the prohibitive fees, are never mar
ried ac ail.
Crux Mendez was no different from
the men oi his c.ass, ami he believed
honestly that he was married to the
comely Maria; bin Hooker couid have
enlightened him on that point it he
had cared to do it.
Hud was placing a game, with the
Eagle Tail mine lor a stake; and, be
ing experienced at poker, ne s.ood put
and studied lus hand. Without doubt
Mendez had lost h:’.> useiutness as a
locator ol the mine, since Maria was
not his legal wus and < ould not sign
the trarisier papeis as such. Accord
ing to tlie la u oi the land, the woman
now living with Aragon s maytirdomo
was the "legitimate" wile of tho con
tra* t, and she alone could release title
to Hie mine once Mendez denounced
the claim.
hut Mendez had not yet denounced
the claim hough lor a period of
some thirty days yet tm-liad the ex
clusive privilege ot doing so- and Hud
did not intend that he should.
Meanwhile they must walk softly,
leaving Aragon to still hug the delu
sion that he would scon.i through his
mayordomo, have them iu his power —
and when tiie aili sixty da.is oi * ruz
Mendez's mining permit had expired
they could locate the mine again.
Hut how—and through whom? That
W’as the question that Hud was study
ing upon when Phil rode up the trail,
and in his abstraction he barely re
turned his gay greeting.
“Well, clieer up, old top!" cried lie
I-ancey. throwing his bridle-reins to
the ground and striding up to the tent.
“What ln>, let down the portcullis, me
lord seneschal! And cea e youi vaui
repining, .Algernon—our papers are ail
O. K. ami tiio lawyer says to go ahead.
Hut that isn’t half the news! Say, we
had a dance up at the hotel last night
and I met—”
“Ves—sure you did," broke in Hud;
"but listen to this!” And he told him
of El Tuerto's matrimonial entangle
ments.
"Why, the crooked devil!" exclaimed
De Raiicey, leaping up at the naisli.
“Oyez! Mendez!”
“Don't say a word,” warned Bud,
springing to tlie tent door to interc ept
him, "or you'll put us out of business:
it is nothing,” lie continued in Spanish
as Mendez came out of his house, "but
put Don FeUpe’s horse in the corral
when, he Is cool.”
~“Si, senor—with great pleasure!"
smirked Mendez, limning to get the
horse, and after he had' departed Dud
turned back aud shook his head.
"We can t afford to quarrel with Mr.
j Mendez,” he said; "bocauEe if Aragon
lever gets hold of him we’re ditched.
Jest let everything run on like we’d
overlooked something until the sixty
days are up—then, if we get away
■with it, we’ll locate the mine our
selves.”
"Yes; but how?”
“Well, they’s two ways,” returned
Hud; “either hunt up*another Mexican
citizen or turn Mexican ourselves.”
“Turn Mexican!” drilled Phil, and
then he broke down and laughed.
“Well, you’re a great one, Rud,” he
chortled; “you sure are!"
"I come down here to get this mine,”
Ba'id Bud laconically.
“Yes, but you're a iTexan—or was
one!”
“That makes no difVrence." an
sewered Bud stoutly. “The .hot weather
is coining on—revolution Ls likely to
begin any time—aud there ain’t a sin
gle Mexican we can trust. Je st one
nore break now and we losesout—now
how about it ?”
“Who's going to turn Mexican?”
questioned lie Lancey, "you or me?"
"Well—I will, thet)<!”
"No, you won’t, either!” cried Pliil.
forgetting his canny dhrewdness. "I’ll
do it myself! I'm half Mexican al
ready, I've linen eating chili so long!"
'Now here," began Bud, "listen to
me. I've been thinking this over all
day and you jest heard aiiout it. The
man that turns Mdxioan is likely to
get mixed up with the authorities and
have to skip the com try. but the other
feller is in the other wav—he’s got to
stay with the works still hell freezes
over.
“Now you’re an engineer and you
Know how to open up ;u mine—l don't.
Ho, if you spy so, I’ll tCce out the pa
pers and you hold the > lino— or if you
want to you cun turn
“Well,” said lJe Lcuxt'.v,- his voice
suddenly becoming soft hucI1 pensive,
“» might as well trll you, Itni, that
m thinking of settling in Uris cc
>i'y, anyway. Of course, I don^t look
at Aragon the way you do—I think
on are prejudit xi and niis.itdge him
but ever since I've known (5«s;na
I’ve— ”
"yraeia!’’ repealed Bud; and then,
stirred by some great and unreasoning
anger, be rose up and threw down his
hat pettishly. “I’d think. Phil,” he
muttered, "you'd be satisfied with alt
tlie other girls in the world without.—”
“Now here!’’ sh»»uted Phil, rising as
junreasoningly to iliisj feet, “don't you
fsay anotlier wordaagalnst that girl, or
i II—”
“Shut your, mouth, you little
shrimp!" bplt/rrufl Bud, wheeling upon
him menacingly. ''You seem to think
you’re the only man in the world
that—"
“Oh, slush, Bu‘|!" cried Phil in dis
>
gust. "you d .n't mean to i ell me you're
in love with Gracia too!"
“Who—me?” demanded Hooker, his
face suddenly becoming fixed nud
masklike; and then he laughed hoorsa
ly in derision and . ..ok down on the
bed.
Certainly, of the two of them, he
was tli ! nine surprised at his sudden
outbreak ot pas ion; and vet when the
words were spoken he was quick to
know that tin y were trim.
Hridoubt. dly, in his (>■' n way, lie
was in love- -but he would n. v< r ad
mit it, that ho knew, too. h'o he sank
down on the b’- nkots and sv.on harsh
ly, while De I.artery stared at li.rn in
unfeigned surprise.
‘‘Well, then," lie went on, taking
Hud's answer for granted, “wliat're
,'ou making such a row about? Can t
1 go to a dance, with a girl without
you jumping down my throat?”
“VY'y, sure you can!" rumbled Hud,
now hot with a new indignation; "hat
alter getting me to go into this deal
against my will and swearing me to
some damn-fool pledge, the first thing
you do is to make friends with Aragon
and then make love to his daughter is
that your idea of*he!p!ng things along?
It'ye think that's (tic way a p.ardner
ought to act ? No. I till you, it is not!"
“Aw. Hud," protested m hammy
plaintire'y, “whit's the matter with
you? He reasonable, old man; i never
meant to hurt y> ur feelings!''
“Hurt my feelings!" r lived Ibioker
scornfully. "Hiih. what are we do . n
lierp for, anyway a Smnlnv school
picnic? My feelings are inching, and
tliey qan wait; bat were sitting on a
mine that's worth a million dollars
mebbe—and it ain't ours, 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 till there, is to it—you're doing
me and Kruger dirt!”
“Well, 1 ltd.' said He hancoy with
mm k gravity, “if that's the way you
i feel about it I won't do ii any more!’'
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She Gave Me Her Hand and Away
We Went.
“I wish you wouldn’t," breathed Butt,
raisins it's head from his hands; "it
sure wears me out, Phil, worrying
j .‘.bout it."
| “Well. (ben. I won’t do it." protested
! Phil sincerely. "So that’s settled now
who's going to turn Mexican oil teen?”
“Suit yourself," sail Pud listlosslv.
"I'll match you for ill” proposed Ho
l.ancey. diving inlo his pocket for
money.
"Don’t need to,” responded Bad;
1 "you can do what you please.”
"No; I'll mulch 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? l et 'cr go!"
lie flipped the coin into the air and
caught it in bis hand.
"Heads!" he called, without looking
at it. “What you got?"
“Heads!" answer, d Bud, and Phil
I chucked liis money Into the air again
and laughed as it dropped into his
1 paint.
“Heads she is again!” ho cried,
showing the Mexican eagle; “l never
did see the time when I couldn't match
you, anyway. So now, old socles, you
can keep right on being a Texan and
hating Mexicans like horny toads, and
I’ll denounce the Eagle Tail the min
ute the time is up. And I won't go
near the Aragon outfit unless you're
with me—-is that a go? All right,
shake hands on it, pard! I wouldn’t
eunrrel with von for anythin"!.''
CONTIN FC IN NEXT ISSUE.
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Margaret, Tin not eating this be-,
cause I want it I'm collecting the
bones for I-'ido! *’— Harper’s Monthly.