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Old papers at the News office.
J. G. Britt visited with his family
at Smackover Saturday.
Hardwood 75 cents per load un
til September 1st. T. F. Ashcroft
5 or 6 doses 666 will cure any
case of fever and chills. Price. 25c
Our holier cleans the cotton and
seed. NeEl & Brasher Gin,
Huttig. Ark.
Dr. Williams, of Lawson, was a
Huttig visitor Wednesday of this
week.
C. G. Bell was up from West
Monroe Sunday visiting with
friends.
J. E. Knox and family visited
with relatives in El Dorado
Wednesday.
J. R. Sims, who is now located
at Warren, Tex., was here visiting
friends Thursday.
Garland McGough, of Lawson,
was the guest of his sister, Mrs.
Thos. Green, this week.
G. S. Faimer, who has been saw
ing at Campti, was here the first of
the week visiting with friends.
J. C. Tucker, clerk in the com
pany store, left Friday morning for
Urbana to spend a month with
home folks.
W. B. Lowry, who has been vis
iting his son in Texas for the past
eight months, is here this week the
guest of H. P. Heard.
Mrs. E. R. Thompson and chil
dren returned Saturday from an
extended visit with relatives at
Springdale and Conway.
Mrs. D. F. Collett and daughter.
Miss Georgia Bershen, of El Do
rado, were here the first of the
week visiting with relatives.
Jesse McKinney, who has been
attending Tyler Commercial Col
’ege. returned home Saturday, hav
ing completed his studies there.
Attend the good roads meeting
at the city hall Monday night and
also get ready to work the roads
on September 26th and and Octo
ber 3rd.
C. B. Wood arrived Wednesday
afternoon from East St. Louis, 111.,
where he marketed a car of cattle
Monday belonging to himself and
S. R Neel.
The name of Mrs. C. A. Harris,
as postmistress at Junction City to
succeed C. L. Jones, was sent to
the senate for confirmation by
President Wilson last Friday.
Party who lost gold handle silk
umbrella with initials W. B. C.
Thursday afternoon can get same
by calling on G. C. Barnett at Un
ion Saw Mill store and paying for
this ad. _
Mrs. V. C. Seaman and daughter
are home from a visit with relatives
at Pelston, Mich. They were ac
companied home by Miss Blossom
Smith, of Pelston, who wjjl be the
guest of Mrs. Seaman for a while.
Malaria or Chills & Fever
Prescription No. 666 ii prepared especially
for MALARIA or CHILLS A. FEVER.
Five or six doses will break any case, and
if taken then as a tonic the Fever wil not
return. It acts on the liver better than
Calomel and does not gripe or sicken. 25c
An $18,000,000 reduction in
the river and harbor appropriation
bill, as agreed to by the Senate
Committee on Commerce, of which
Senator Clark of Arkansas is chair
man. cuts the approbation for the
continuing improvement of the
Ouachita river from $667,000 to
$327,500, but includes the con
struction of two new locks and
dams.
Mrs. D. A. Keasler and children!
arrived home Saturday from a visit
with relatives at Ruston.
Messrs. A. E. Frost and G. S.
Prestridge were over from Shreve
port several days this week.
Dr. Z. H. McKinney, of Walnut
Lake, was called to the home of
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. H.
McKinney, west of town, Thursday
on account of the serious illness of
his sister, Mrs. F. S. Craig. •
Prof, and Mrs. A. J. Dowis and
daughter arrived in Huttig Thurs
day afternoon from Little Rock.
Prof Dowis will be in charge of
the public schools here this term.
The schools will open Monday,
September 28.
O. 0. Nash found a young red
and white spotted heifer calf near
the hardwood mill in a dying con
dition from starvation one day this
week and took same to his home in
the Rowland Addition where owner
can call and get his property by
paying charges.
The home of Mrs. Minnie Walker
just west of the corporation limits
was destroyed by fire about 10:30
o'clock Saturday night. The ori
gin of the fire is unknown, the
house being vacated that day by
Allen Dismuke. Mrs. Walker car
ried $400 insurance on the house
but her loss was fully that amount.
Skin Disease Cured.
Your druggist guarantees tore
turn your money if Hunt's Cure
fails to cure skin disease, itch, ec
ze na. tetter, ringworm and other
forms of skin trouble. Also fire
for pi'es, old sores. Costs nothing
if it fails to cure. Give it a trial.
5 or 6 doses 666 will break any
case of fever and chills. Price, 25c.
RUB-MY-TISM
Will cure your Rheumatism
Neuralgia, Headaches, Cramps,
Colic, Sprains, Bruises, Cuts and
Burns. Old Sores, Stings of Insects
Etc. Antiseptic Anodyne, used in
ternally and externally. Price 25c
We take this method of thanking
our many friends and patrons for
the large number of letters we have
received telling us of the truly
wonderful results gained by the
use of Hunt's Lightning Oil in the
treatment of rheumatism, neural
gia. headache and other characters
of pain. We appreciate this spon
taneous outburst of approval. A
B. Richards Medicine Co., Sher
man, Texas.
Deafness Cannot Be Cured
by local applications, os they cannot
reach tiie diseased portion of the ear.
There is only one way to euro deafness,
and tiii.it is by constitution .1 r medio*.
Deafw-o* is caused by an inflamed condi
tion of the mucous lining of the Kustri
ch i an Tube, When this tube ij infl'iniol
you have a fumbling sound or Imperfect
ho-ring, and when it is entirely closed,
Deafness is the rerult, an I unless the in
fl.imm~.tton can be ta’ :i cut and this
tube r. stored to Its n rm l condition,
hearing will be dertroy d f revor; nine
cases cut of t' n are caused 1 y Catarrh,
which i3 nothing but. an Inflamed condi
tion cf the mucous surfaces.
V.’or Ur'.TeOnolTnnclmd Pollans for any care of
Dcvnt'rs ( an S'-11-y catarrh > that cannot be n:roU Ly
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Take Hall’® lf&mily Mila for constipation.
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Methodist Church Services
The following, services will be
held at Union church Sunday: Sun
day school at 10:00 a. m. Preach
ing at 1 1 a. m. and 7:30 p. m. by
the pastor. A cordial invitation is
extended to all to attend these
services.
Rev. J. R. Rushing Pastor.
Best for Constipation.
Mild and pleasant to take, Sim
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as the best liver medicine now in
use. It causes no unpleasant feel- |
ing, but gives new life and vigor to
the liver. Sold in 25c yellow tin
cans only.
Good Opinion pf Himself.
Sydney Smith, once entering a draw
ing room alone In a fashionable man
sion In the west end of London, found j
It lined with mirrors on all four sides.
Finding himself reflected in every di
rection, he remarked: "Ah, 1 see.
There appears to be a meeting of the
clergy here and there seerna to ha a
very respectable attendance!"
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
=By DANE COOLIDGE=
Author of
"THE FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,"
“THE TEXICAN." Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
A story 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 oenorita, peon,
Indian, crowd its chapters with
clear-cut word pictures of busi
ness, adventure and love, against
a somber background of wretched
armies marching and counter
marching across a land racked by
revolution and without a savior.
“Be so kind as to take your hand
from your belt,” replied Del Hey 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 new's is old, capitan,” re
joined Hooker. “I knew it two days
ago. And you can tell Mr. Aragon
that It is no use for him to try to get
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. “I
do not care to!”
"But your friend—” 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
| this I do know. I have done nothing
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 tixedly.
"Ah, very well,” said Del Rey, Jerk
ing his waxed mustachios, "I will not
liress 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 ills Yaqut.
“No, senor,” he replied, "I have no j
such criminal. 1 have a Mexican work- i
ing for me who is one of the best j
miners in Sonora, and that is all I I
know about him.”
"A Mexican?” repeated Dei Rey, I
arching his eyebrows. "Excuse me, j
sir, but it is my business to know |
every man in this district, and he is j
no Mexican, hut a Yaqui. Moreover,
lie is a fugitive and an outlaw, and if
lie had not been enlisted with the fed
eral I should have arrested him when
he passed through Fortuna. Bo I warn
you, sir, not to hide him, or you will
bs liable to the law."
"I'm not hiding him,” protested
Hooker scornfully. Tin 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 j
now.”
“So!” exclaimed 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
made a single vindictive gesture ana
set spurs to his champing horse.
It was mrely a fling of the hand, as
spontaneous as a sigh or a frown, hut
in it Hooker read the last exasperation
of the Spaniard and his declaration of
war to the knife. He bared his struriu
teeth in reply and hissed out a bligh'
ing curse, and then Aragon was gone.
That evening, as the darkness came
on and the canyon became hushed and
still Bud built a big tire and stood be
fore it, his rugged form silhouetted
against tile 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 lirolight,
“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, j
and then the lines became grim again, j
His eyes glowed with the light of some !
great purpose, and for the first time
since be had been with Bud he drew
aside the veil from his pakt.
‘‘Ye3,’' he said, nodding significantly,
“the rural is afraid. He knows I have
come to kill him."
He squatted by the fire and poured |
put a cup of coffee, stiJU brooding over
'wriGrht. 1914 bv Frqrik A. Munsev '
his thoughts—then, with a svi.i ges
; tore, he laid open his shirt and pointed
to a scar along the ribs.
"He shot me there “ he sn’d.
"And so you have core to kill him?"
“Yes,” answered Am1,-o: "but not
now. Tomorrow 1 go to mj > >ople—
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—nadio!"
He threw up his open hands to sig
nify that all were gone, and Hookei
said no more. For three months and
more he had worked alongside this
giant, 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
slavery when, with the rest of his peo
pie, he had been deported to the hone
quen fields of Yucatan and flogged by
the overeeer's lash—and Amigo was
ashamed of it. Rut now that he was
about to go, Bud made bold to ask him
one more question, to set his mind ai
rest.
“Perhaps this captain killed your j
people?”
“No, senor,” answered Amigo quiet !
ly; "they died.”
He spoke the words simply, but !
there was something in hie voiie that
brought tip images of (lie past of
peaceful Vaquis, seized at every rauci |
in Sonora on a certain night; of long
marches overland, prodded on b',
rurales and guards; of the crowded
prison-ships from which the most an
guished hurled themselves into the
sea; and then the awful years o!
slavery in the poisoned tropics, until
I only the hardiest were left.
Amigo had seen it all, as the sears
! on his broad back proved—but lie
I withdrew now into silence and left his
thoughts unsaid. As he sat there by
the fire, one long, black hand held out
j to- keep the gleam from his eyes, he
made a noble figure, but the Yaquqi
songs which be had crooned on other
nights were forgotten, and he held
himself tense and still. Then at last
be rr se and gazed at Bud.
"You pay me my money,” he said.
"I go now.”
“Sure,” answered Bud. and after hr
had weighed out the equivalent iu
gold on his scab's he flipped in some
more for luck and gave him a sack to
hold it.
"What yon buy with nil that?" he
inquired with a friendly grin; “grub?'
"No, senor,' answered Amigo, knot
ting (be precious gold in a handker
chief; “cartridges!" f
“What for?" queried Bud, and then
it was Amigo who smiled.
“To kill Mexicans with!” lie replied,
and in those words ilooker read the
secret of his thrift..
While hie wild brethren fought in
the hills or prepared for the battles to
come, it was bis part to earn the
money that should keep them in am
munition. It was for that, in fact, that
Porfirio Diaz had seized all the peace
ful Yaquis in a night and shipped them
to Yucatan-—for lie 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 lie had held tha,
cheerful dream in his inind—to kill
more Mexicans!
Yet, despite the savagery in him
Hooker had come to like the Yaqui.
and he liked him still. With tin*
ruralee on his trail it was better that
he should go, but. Bud wanted him t<
return. So, knowing the simple hoc
esty of Indians, he brought out hi:
own spare pistol and placed It In Ami
go’s hands. Often he had seen hiir,
gazing at it longingly, for it was light
er than his heavy Mauser and better
for the journey.
“Here," he said, “l will lend you mj
pistol—and you can give it to me when
you come back.”
“Sure!” answered the Indian, hang
ing it on his hip; “adios!”
They shook hands then, and the
Yaqui disappeared in the darkness, in
the morning, when a squad of rurales
closed iu on the camp, they found
nothing but his great tracks in the
dust.
CHAPTER XIX.
It was Juno and the windstorms
which had swept in from the south
east died away. No more, as in the
uonths that had passed, did the dust
pillar rise from the dump of the For- 1
ana mill and go swirling up the can j
von.
A great calm and heat settled over
viie harnsfeed land, end above the far
blue wall of the Sierras the first thun
tier caps of the rainy season rose up
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
gotje as tyxickly as it had coma..
So, while the rich landowners of the
hot country sat idle and watched it
grow, another storm gathered behind
the distant Sietras: and. as empty
rumors lulled them to a false security,
suddenly from the north came the
news of dashing raids, of railroads
< ut, troops routed, and the whole bor
der occunied by swarming rebels.
Tn a day the southern country was
isolated and cut off from escape and,
while the hordes of Chihuahua insnr
rectos laid siege to Agua N'egra, the
belated Spanish haciendados came
scuttling once more to Fortuna. There,
at leas!, 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 'he great whistle
reverberated over the hills Hud Hook
er left his lonely camp almost gladly,
and with his hard-won gold-dust safe
beneath his belt, wont galloping into
town.
Not for three weeks—not since he
received the wire from Phil and lo
cated the Eagle Tail mine—had he
dared to leave hie 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 gat
lid of him, to hurry 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 thingB which he
needed most. As he was passing by
the hotel Hon 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
if fearful of being detected in such an
act of friendship.
Long before he had lost his psrdner
Bud had decided that Don Juan was a
trimmer, a man who triod to be ail
things to all people—as a good hotel
keeper should—-but. now he altered his
opinion a little, for the letter* 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 Gracia and vain protestations of
devotion there was enough and to
spare, 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 so pre
cipitately abandoning their claim and
his Mexican citizenship. Phil wrote:
My mail was being sent through head
quarters and looked over by Del Hey, sc
1 knew I would never receive the paper*,
even if they came. I hope you don’t feel
hard about It, pardner. Kruger Kays t«>
• one out right away. T would li&ve
stayed with it, but it wasn't any use.
ih! now. Bud, I want to ask you so’ue
•hing. When you come out, brin# Gracia
with yon. Don’t leave her al the mercy
of Del Bey. I would come myself if it
wasn't, sure death. Be quick about It.
Bud; i count on you.
The other letters were all like (hat,
but nothing about the mine. And yet
It was the mine that Bud was fighting
for—that they had fought for from the
first. The railroad was torn up now,
and a flight with Gracia was hopeless,
but it was Just as well, for he never
would abandon the Eagle Tail.
In two months. or three, when the
rebels were whipped off, his papers
might come. Then he lould pay tils
taxes and transfer his title and con
sider the stealing of Gracia. But since
lie had seen her and touched her hand
something held him back—a grudging
reluctance—and he was glad that his
duty lay elsewhere. If she was hi*
girl now he would come down and get
Iter anyway.
But she was not his girl and. gazing
hack grimly at the seething plaza and I
the hot<J that hid her from sight, lie
iode somberly down the road. After
all, there was nothing to get excited
about—every revoltoso in the country
was lined up around Agua Negra and,
with four hundred soldiers to oppose
them and artillery to shell their ad
vance, it would be many a long day be
fore they took that town.
Twice already Agua Negra had
fallen before such attacks, but now It
was protected by rifle pits and ma
chine guns sot high on mud roofs. And
I hen there w ere the Yaquis, still faith
ful to Madera. They alone could hold
the town, if they made up their minds
to fight. So reasoned Hooker, mulling
over the news that he had heard. But
he watched the ridges warily, for the
weal her w’as good for raiders.
A day passed, and then another, and
the big whistle blew only for the
chitts: tilP loneliness of the hills op
pressed him as he gazed nut at (he
atjivering heat. £nd then, like a. toad
-~ "i ~ r (
after a shower, /_mV6 ciSc p. c^llng
into camp on the heels of a thunder
storm, his sandals hung on his hip find
! is big feet squelching through the
mud.
Across his shoulders he wore a gay
rerape, woven by some patient woman
of his tribe; and i.i the belt beside
dud’s pistol he carried a heavy knife,
tdaeksmithed from a ten-inch file by
tome Yaqui hillmsn. All in all, he
*-as a fine barbarian, but he looked
good to the lonely Hud.
“Ola, Amigo!” he hailed, stepping
out from the adobe house where he
had moved to avoid the rains; and
Amigo answered with his honest smile
which carried no hint of savagery or
deceit.
Try as he would. Bud could not
bring himself to think of his Yaqui as
dangerous; and even when he bal
aimed the Indian’s murderous bowie
knife in his hands he regarded it with
a grin. It was a heavy weapon, broad
across the back, keen on one edge,
and drawn to a point that was both
sharp and strong. The haft was
wrapped with rawhide to hold the
clutch of the hand.
"What do you do with this?” queried
Hooker. “Chop wood? Skin deer?”
‘‘Yes, chop wood!” answered Amigo,
but he replaced it carefully in his belt.
He looked the adobe house over
thoughtfully, listened long to the
news of the border and of tile rurales’
raid on their camp, and retired to the
rocks for the night. Even Bud never
knew where he slept—-somewhere ui>
on the hillside—in eaves or clefts in
the rocke—and not ev^n the most,
pressing invitation could make him
share the house for a right. To Amigo,
as to an animal, a house was a trap;
and lie knew that the times were
treacherous.
So indeed they were, as Hooker was
to learn to his sorrow, and but for the
Yaqui and his murderous knife he
might easily have learned it too late.
It was evening, after a rainless day,
and Bud was cooking by the open tire,
when suddenly Amigo vanished and
four men rode in from above. They
were armed with rifles, as befitted the
times, but gave no signs of ruffianly
bravado, and after a few words Bud in
vited them to get down and eat.
“Muchas gracias, senor,’' said the
leader, dismounting and laying hia rifle
against a log, "we are not hungry.’’
"Then have some coffee,” invited
Hooker, who made it a point to feed
every one who stopped, regardless of
their merit; and once more the Mexi
can declined. At this Bud looked at
him sharply, for hie refusal dirt not
j augur well, and it struck hint the
mart’s face was familiar, lie was tall
for a Mexican and heavily built, hut
with a rather sinister cast of counte
nance. ,
"Where have I seen you before?”
aaked Hud, after trying in vain to
place him. "In Korluna?”
“No aenor,” answered the Mexican
politely. "I have never been in that
I city. Is it far?”
“Ten miles by the trail.” responded
Hooker, by no means reassured, and
under pretext of inviting them to eat,
he took a look ul the other men. If
they had not stopped to eat, what
then was their errand while the eun
was sinking so low? And why this
sullen refusal of the coffee which every
Mexican drinks?
Bud’stepped into the house, as if on
sotne fcrrand, and watched them un- ■
seen from the interior. Seeing them
exchange glances then, he leaned his
rifle Just inside the door and went
about his cooking.
It was one of the chancee he took,
living out in the brush, but he had
come to know this low-browed type of
semi-bandit all too well and bad small
respect for their courage, in case of
trouble Amigo was close by in the
rocks somewhere, probably with his
gun in his hand—but with a little pa
tience and circumspection the unwel
come visitors would doubtless move,
on.
So he thought, but Instead they lin
gered, and when.6upper was cooked he
decided to go to a show-down—and if
they again refused to eat ho would
send them on their way.
"Ven amigos,” he said, spreading
out the tin plates for them. “Come and
cat!”
The three low-brows glared at their
leader, who had done what little talk
ing there was so far, and, seized with
a sudden animation, he immediately
roRe to his feet.
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