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$2
Hardwood 75 cents per load un
til September 1 st. T. F, Ashcroft.
5 or 6 doses 666 will* cure any
case of fever and chills. Price, 25c.
EL L. Stout was a business vis
itor at Monroe Thursday and Fri
day.
W. F Phillips, operator, at Ste
venson, spent Thursday with home
folks.
Eugene Crockett left Sunday for
Memphis to enjoy a two weeks va
cation.
Grady Ham, of Farmerville,
spent several days with relatives
here this week.
A boy was born to Mr. and Mrs.
A L. Dollar, living southwest of
town, on last Sunday.
Mrs. A L. Pit'.man and children,
of El Dorado, were here this week
visiting her husband.
Miss Inez Hilliard is enjoying a
week's vacation in Monroe visiting
with relatives and friends.
B. M. Matthews, who is now
working in Argenta, was here Sat
urday visiting with old friends.
Miss Kcte Allison, of Benton.
La., is the guest of her n'ece. Mrs.
D. M. Clowny, here this week.
J. I. T. kills roaches, fleas, mos
quitoes and chicken mites every
time. Sold by Union Saw Mill Co
D. W, Spencer, living just west
of town, brought to this office last
Saturday the first open boll of cot
ton.
Miss Adeline Terrell returned
home Tuesday from a visit with
friends and relatives at New Lon
don. _
Dr. Rex A. Barrow spent Sun
day at Junction City and Asa Pon
der at El Dorado visiting with
friends._
Verne Woodall left Thursday
afternoon for his home at Calhoun,
La., where he will attend school
next session.
Rev. J. R. Rushing'and wife ar
rived home last Friday from a
month’s visit with their son and
family at Mena.
Miss Lula Harrington is back at
work as cashier of the Union Saw
Mill Company store, after a two
weeks vacation.
Misses Helen and Alene Thomp
son returned home Wednesday af
ternoon from a visit with Miss Fay
Rowland at El Dorado.
The Iron Mountain has a steam
shovel working in the cut south of
here and are using the dirt on the
big fill at Felsenthal tressle.
Word received from Little Rock
is to the effect that T. L. Ellis,
who was operated on there Satur
day, was getting along nicely.
Mrs. H. T. Goodwin and daugh
ter, of Monroe, who were the guests
of her sister, Mrs. L. Hilliard, re
turned home Tuesday morning.
An enjoyable and profitable meet
ing of the Woman's Home Misson
society was held with Mrs. A. C.
Benson on last Monday afternoon.
J. R. Heard and grand-daughter,
Miss Bernice Lowry, of Bernice,
La., were here this week the guests
of his son, H. P. Heard and fam;ly.
Miss Ethel Y’Blood returned to
her hopne at Waldo Monday, after
a sevdrik'j'weeks’ visit here with
MiS. C. T. Thompson and other
friends.
G. W. Tugwell was over from
Felsenthal Saturday and showed us
a very beautiful and valuable pear
he found in a Ouachita river mussel
recently.
D F. Collett, who accompanied
his wife to Arkansas City. Kansas,
where she went to consult a spec
ialist, is expected home Sunday
afternoon.
The Wonoan’s Home Mission So
ciety of the Methocist church real
ized about $40 00 on the piano
fund at the ice cream supper given
Tuesday night.
F. W. Scott arrived home last
: Friday frorn a visit to his old home
in Virginia and other points in the
■ East. Mrs. Scott, who accorn
panied him, will remain ano'.her
month. .
J. C. Russell, who is now living
near El Dorado, was in Huttig
Wednesday on business. He worked
for the mill company for several
years when they had a camp on
Grand Mary Lake.
W. H. Moore, assistant manager
of the Union Saw Mill Company
store left Sunday for Washington
to join his folks who are visiting
there. He will spend two weeks
there and at Nashville.
W. H. Jeffus and wife hav<=
opened a boarding house on the
corner of Fifth and C streets. The
place has been thoroughly over
hauled Miss Mary Jeffus will be
in charge for the present.
G. C. Pyle, camp foreman at No
4 camp, has moved his family to
Huttig so the children may attend
school. They lived at Farmerville
before the camp was moved onto
the Little Rock &, Monroe railroad
near Spencer.
No mosquitoes, no malaria. In
sure the health of yourself and
family by spraying your rooms with
J. I. T. It will kill every mosquito
in the room, and insures your
health and a good night's rest
Sold by Union Saw Mill Co.
Howard Chapter No. 122. R. A.
M., conferred the Royal Arch de
gree on Messrs. F. E. Wood, V. C.
Seaman and J. D. Sims on Thurs
day night after which an enjoyable
luncheon was served at the Union
hotel to members and their wives.
Mrs. D. A. Keasler entertained
a number of friends with progress
ive pitch on last Friday evening in
honor of her sister, Miss Hattie,
Sitjionton. of Ruston, La. L'ght
refreshments were served and a
most pleasant time had by all who
attended.
Miss Lucile Nipper left Thurs
day morning for St. Louis to pur
chase fall and winter dry goods for
the Union Saw Mill Company store.
From there she will visit relatives
in Missouri and then spend two
weeks on the lakes before return
ing to Huttig.
It was rumored that there would
be a change of schedule on the
Iron Mountain affecting the early
morning passenger train through
here, effective Sunday morning,
but our hopes were blasted, as the
only change was in the number of
irain on the time card.
Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Greer enter
tained with an outdoor social at
their home. No. 32 Fifth street, on j
Monday evening in honor of Mr.:
Greer’s sister, Miss Alma Greer, of
Milam, Kans., and Mrs. Cfreer’s
brother, H. B. Martin, of Cushing.
Okla , who are their guests. A
pleasant evening was enjoyed by
all wjio attended.
Chas. A. Gampbell. the genial ;
clerk in the clothing department of
the Ihiiop Saw.MWl Company store,
returned from1 a visit to Louisiana
last Friday afternoon, and from
what we can learn, put several
young people to considerable trou
ble, as well as causing a great deal
of disappointment, by nut bringing
a bride with him.
The Land of Broken Promises
= =■-■=-=..1-- ============ By DANE COOLIDGE======
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
Author of
“THE FIGHTING rOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,*
“THE TKXICAN,” Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
'*rtr>wricht. 1914 hv Frank A. Mwvsr-* 1
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 senorita, 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.
CHAPTER XI.
The plaza at Fortuna, ordinarily so
peaceful and sleepy, was alive with
hurryipg men when Bud and Phil
reached town. Over at the station a
special engine was wheezing and blow
ing after its heavy run and, from the
train of commandeered ore cars be
hind, a swarm of soldiers were leaping
to the ground. On the porch of the
hotel Don Juan de Dios Brachamonte
was making violent signals with his
hands, and as they rode up lie hurried
out to meet them.
“My gracious, boys,” he cried, ‘‘it’s a
good thing you came into town! Ber
nardo Bravo lias come over the moun
tains and he’s marching to take Mon
tezuma!”
"Why, that doesn’t make any differ
ence to us!" answered Phil. "Monte
zuma is eighty miles from here and
U>ok at all the soldiers. How many
men has Bernardo got?”
‘‘Well, that I do not know,” respond
ed Don Juan; "some say more and
Borne less, but if you boys hadn’t come
in I would have sent a man to fetch
you. Just as soon as a revolution be
gins the back country becomes unsafe
for Americans. Some of these low
characters are likely to murder you if
they thiitk you have any money."
“Well, we haven’t,” put in Bud; "but
we’ve got a mine—and we're going to
keep it, too.”
"Aw, Bernardo Bravo hasn't got any
men!" scoffed Phil; "i bet this is a
false alarm. He got whipped out of
his boots over in Chihuahua last fall,
and he's been up In the Sierra Madrea
ever since. Probably come down to
steel a little beef.
‘‘Why, Don Juan, Pud and I lived
right next to a trail all last year and
if we'd listened to one-tenth of the
revoltoeo stories we heard we wouldn't
have taken out an ounce of gold. Pin
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 we 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
est, steady eyes, would know' that they
were lighters.
After all, a straight line on parade
has very little to do with actual war- j
fare and these men had proved their
worth under Are.
J o be sure, it was the ftre of Mexi
can guns, and perhaps that was why
tile oflioers 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 the
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 Foriirio
Diaz; fresh revolutions broke out
against the victor and, looking about
in desperation for soldiers to fill his
ranks, Madero fell upon the Yaquis. |
Trained warriors for generations, of
a race so fierce that the ancient Az
tecs had been turned aside by them in
their empire-founding migration, they
were the very men to whip back the
rebels, if be could but win them to his
side.
So Madero had approached Chief
Buie, whom Diaz, had taken under a
flag of truce, and soon the agreement
was made. In return for faithful serv
ice, Mexico would give back to the
Indians the one thing they had been
fighting a hunrded and sixty years to
attain, their land along the Rio Yaqui;
and there they should be permitted to
live ih peace as their ancestors bad
done before them.
And so, with a thousand or more of
his men, the crafty old war chief had
taken service in the federal army,
though his mind, poisoned perhaps by
the treachery he had suffered, was not
entire'r free from zuilc.
"It is the desire of the Yaquie," lie
had said, when rebuked for serving
under the hated flag of Mexico, "to kill
Mexicans. And,” he added grimly, the
federals at this time •• m best aide
to give us guns for that purpose.”
But it had been a year new si-ice
Buie had passed his word and, though
' they had battled valiantly, their land
had not been given back to them. The
: wild Yaqtiis, the irreconcilable* who
never came down from the hills, had
gone on the warpath again, but Buie
and his, men still served.
Only in two tilings did they disohey
their officers - they would not stack
their arms, and they would not retreat
while there were still more Mexh mis
to be killed. Otherwise they were
very good soldiers.
But now, after the long campaign in
Chihuahua and a winter of idleness at
Agua Negra, they were marching
south toward their native land and. in
spite of the stern glances of their lead
ers, they burst forth in weird Yaqui
songs which, if their words had been
known, might easily have caused their
Mexican officers some slight uneasi
ness. *
It was, in fact, only a question of
days, months, or years until the entire
Yaqui contingent would desert, taking
their arms and ammunition with them.
“Gee, wiiat a hunch of men!” a
claimed Bud, as he stood off and ad
mired their stark forms.
“There’s some genuine fighters for
von." lie observed in Pbii; and a giant
Yaqui, standing near, returned his
praise with a smile.
"W'y, hello there. Amigo!” hailed
Bud, jerking his head in a friendly sa
lute. “That's a feller I was making
signs to up in Agua Negra,” he ex
plained. “Dogged if I ain't slink on
these Yaquis—they're all men, believe
me!”
"flood workers, all right," conceded
Do Lancey, "hid I'd Imte to have 'em
get after me with those guns. They
say they've killed a lot of Americans,
one time and another."
“Well, if they did it was for being
1 caught in bad company," said I look r.
“I'd take a chance with 'em any time
—but if you go into their country
with a Mexican escort they'll kill you
on general principles. Say," he cried
impulsively, "I'm going over to talk
| with Amigo!”
With a broad grin on his honest face
he advanced toward the giant Vaqui
and shook hands ceremoniously.
“Where you go?" he inquired in
Spanish, at the same time rolling a
cigarette and asking by a sign for n
match.
“Moctezuma." answered the Indian
gravely. Then, as Hud offered him the
“You Live Here?” Inquired the Yaqui.
makings, he, too. rolled a cigarette
and they smoked for a minute in
silence.
"You live here?" inquired the Yaqui
at last.
"Come here.” corrected Dud. “1
have mine—-ten miles over there.”
He pointed with the flat of his hand
Indian fashion, and Amigo nodded un
derstandingly.
He was a line figure of a man, stand
ing six feet or better in his weil-cu:
sandals and handling his heavy Mau
ser as a child would swing a stick
Across his broad chest he wore a ful‘
cartridge bolt, and around his wais
he had two more, filh d to the Iasi
hole with cartridges and loaded clips
At his feet lay his blanket, bound into
a tight, roil, and a canteen and coffee
cup completed his outfit, which, so f; i
as impedimenta were concerned, was
simplicity itself.
Blit instead of the cheap linen uni
form of the foderals he was dressed
in good American clothes - a striped
shirt, overalls, and a sombrero,banded
with a bright ribbon and in place of
file beaten, hunted look of those poor
conscripts lie had the steady gaze of
a free man.
They stood and smoked for a fcg^
moments, talking briefly, end then, as ,'
the Yaquis closed up their ranks and |
marched off to make camp for the j
night, Bud presented his s! range
friend with the sack of tobacco and
went back to join his pnrdner.
That evening the plaza was filled
with the wildest rumors, and another
train arrived during the night, but
thtough it till Hurl and Phil remained
unimpressed. In the morning the* sol
di rs w» nt marching off down tin* trail,
leaving a great silence where ali had
been bugle-calls and ex< item til, ami
then the first fugitive came in from
down below.
He was an old Mexican, with trem
bling beard and staring eyes, and ho
told a tale of outrage that m.'.de their
blood run cold. Tlte red flaggers had
come to His house at night; they had
killed his wife and son. left him upon
the ground for dead, and carried oft
his daughter, a prisoner.
Hut later, when the comisario qttes
tioiied him sharply, it developed that
he lived not far away, had no daugh
ter to lose, and was, in fact, only a
crazed old man who told for truth that
which he feared would happen-.
Notwithstanding the denouement,
his story stirred the Mexican popula
tion to the depths, and when Bud and
Phil tried to hire nv n to push the
vork on the mine, they realized that
their troubdes had begun. Not only
was it impossible to engage laborers
i'.t any price, bat on the following day
Cruz Mendez, with his wife and chil
dren and ail his earthly possessions
on his burros, came hurrying in from
the camp and told them he could serve
them no mote.
"It is tny woman! lie explained;
"itiy Maria! All, if those revoltosos
should see Maria they would steal her
before my eyes!”
So he, was given his pay and the
fifty dollars he had earned and, after
toe customary "Muchas gracias, an.
with the faithful Marie by hfs side, hr
went hurrying off to the store.
And now in crowded vehicles, with
armed men riding in front and behind,
the refugees from Moetezuma and the
hot country began to pour into town,
adding by their very haste to the panic
of all who saw them.
They were the rich property owners
who, having been subjected to forced
contribution before, were now fleeing
at tile first rumor of danger, bringing
their families with them to escape any
being held tor ransom.
In half a day the big hotel presided
over by Don Juan de Dios Bracha
monte was swarming with staring
eyed country mothers and sternly sub
dued families of children; and final
ly, to add eclat to the occasion and
compensate for the general confusion,
Don Cipriano Aragon y Tres Palacios
came driving up to the door with his j
wife and the smiling Gracia. |
If she had been in any fear of rap- j
lure by bold marauders, Gracia Ara
gon did not show it now, as she sprang j
lightly from the carTtrtge and watted j
ti|M)ii her lady mother. Perhaps, iff ter j
a year or more of rumors and alarms, !
she had come to look upon impending !
revolutionary conflicts as convenient |
excuses for a trip to town, a long stop I
at the hotel, and even a dash to gay I
Gadsden in case the rebfds pressed !
close.
However that may be, while Don ■
Juan exerted himself to procure them
i good room she endured the gaze of j
lie American guests with becoming
dacldity and. as that took sortie time, !
lie even ventured to look the Ameri- i
•aus over and make some comments
o her mother.
Anri then- or fo It seemed to Bud—
the mother glanced up quickly and
fixed her eyes upon him. After that
he was in less of a hurry to return to
he mine, and I’liil said they would
tay inside for a week. Hut as for
Don Cipriano, when he came across
them in the crowded lobby be glared
>ast them with malignant insolence
md abruptly turned his bark.
At La Fortuna he was the lord and
master, with power to forbid them the
,>!aoe; but now once more the fortunes
;f war had turned against him, and he
• as forced to tolerate their presence.
The band played in the plaza that
■veiling, i« being Thursday of the
veek, and as the cornet led with “La
’aloma,” ami the bass viol and guitars
ieat the measure, all feet seemed to
urn In that direction, and the fear of
he raiders was stilled.
Around and around the band stand
tnd in and out beneath the trees the
leasure loving maidens from down
>elow walked decorously with their
mothers; smd the little band of Kor
una Americans, to whom life for some
months had been a trifie burdensome,
nvoke suddenly to the beauty of the
evening.
And among the rest of the maidens,
but faf more ravishing and high-bred,
walked Oracia Aragon, at whom Hud
in particular stole many secret glances
from beneath the broad brim of his
iiat, hoping that by some luck the in
urreetes would come upon the town,
and he could defend her—he alone.
Per he felt that he could do it against
any hundred Mexicans that ever
breathed.
CHAPTER XII.
- la Its Inception Dio Fortuna hotel
lied not been iuleiiuu for <ne use of
Mexic. ua—in fact, its rates were prac
iicfiiiy prohibitive for anyone not be
in? pa'd in go id—but, since most of
the Americans had left, and seven dol
lars a day Mex was no deterrent to the
rich refugee land owners, it became
<if a sudden inieruation.il, with a tine
mixtuie of purse-proud Spaniards and
race-proud American adventurers.
Not a very pleasing combination for
>the parents of romantic damsels des
tined for some prearranged marriage
of state, but very exciting for the dam
sels and most provocative to the Amer
icans.
After the promenade in the plaza
the mothers by common consent pre
empted the upstairs reception-room,
gathering their precious charges in
close; while the Americans, after their
< ustora, foregathered in the lobby,
convenient to the bar. Ilot argu
ments about the revolution, and pre
dictions of events to come served to
pass the early evening, with many
s oroful glances at the Mexican dan
dies who went so insolently up the
stairs. And then, as the refugees re
tired to their apartments nnd the spirit
of adventure rose uppermost, Phil lie
Lar.cey made a dash out into the
darkness and came back with a Mexi
can stiiug band.
"A serenade. boy°!” he announced,
as the musicians Bled sheepishly into
the hotel. "Our guests, the fair seno
rilasf, you know! Well make those
.voting Mexican dnd’s look like Iwo
spnls before the war is^ov^r Who’s
game now for a song beneath the win
dows? You know die old stand bys—
'La Palotna* and ‘Teresita MK' -and
you want to listen to me sing Me Gus
tan Todas' to Gracia, the fairest of the
fair! Come on, fellows, out in the
plaza, nnd then listen to (lie old folks
cuss!”
They adjourned then after a drink
for courage, to the moonlight and the
plaza; and there, beneath the shat
tered windows and vacant balconies,
the guitars and violins took tip "l,a
Paloma," while Phil and a few brave
spirits sang.
A silence followed their first at
tempt. as well as their second and
third, and the coinisario of police, a
; mild creature owned, and paid by the
I company- came around and made a
1 tew Ineffectual protest*,
! But inside (he company’s conces
sion, where by common consent tha
j militant nira » kept their hands off,
I 'he Americans knew they were saf«y
and they soon jollied the coinisario
into taking a drink and departing.
Then De l.aueey took up the burden,
ami the el ring band, hired h.v the hour,
strummed on as if for eternity. 1
One h.v one the windows opened;
fretful fathers stepped out on the, bal
cony and. bound by the custom and
convention of the country, thanked
•hem and hade them good night. But
!he two windows behind which the
Penor Aragon and his family revised
did not open and, though the dwin
dling band stood directly under their
balcony, and all knew that his daugh
ter was the fairest of the fair. Don
Cipriano did not wish them good night.
Perhaps lie recognized the leading
tenor—and tiie big voice of Bud
Hooker, trying to still the riot—but,
however it was, he would not speak
to them, and De Lancey would not
quit.
1 ry cm on American music!” he
cried, ae everyone but Hud went away
in disgust, “the latest rax from Broad
wa-ay, New York. Here, gimme that
guitar, hombre, and listen to this
now!”
He picked out a clever bit of syn
copation and pitched his voice to a
heady twang:
“Down !n the garden where the red re***
grow,
( )i my, I lorig to jfo!
me !ikf» a flower, curtiltw rn*» no hour.
Lovte let mo learn the Tied Itoae Ra-teg!"
There was some swing to that, and
it seemed to make an impression, for
just as lie was well started on the
thorns tile slats of one of the shut
ters parted and a patch of white shone
through the spaces, it was the Indies*
then, who were getting interested!
l'liil wailed on
•'fc'wrc-erl lioltty-ttii- ti* itn«’ l to tor!
My hoart is fret. but hurt's tho Vov?‘* j
And limn, posi ti v p 1y, h** rcMiUl soe
that patch of white bent time, lie
look heart of grate at that and sang
on to tlie end, and at a suggestion of
chipping in fhtmbshow lie gave an en
core and ragged it over again.
“ TCvTy body'a doin' it, doin’ it, doin’
it!'" lie began, as the shadow dance
ceased.
” 'Honey, I declare, it’s a bear, it's a
bear, it s a bear!’” tie coiuinucd
temptingly, and was well on his way
to further extravagancies when the
figure in white swiftly vanished and a
door slummed hard inside the house.
CONTINUED IN NFXI ISSUE.
Hoar cf Death.
When (lie hour of trouble comes to
tlie mind or the body, or when the
hour of death comes, that comes to
high iiinl low, than it is not v hat we
have dene for our. elves, but what wo
have done for others, that we think
in most pleasantly. Sir Walter Scott,