|| Local News of the Week. If
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L. M. DeSpain transacted busi
ness at Lawson Thursday.
5 or 6 doses 666 will cure at y
case of fever and chills. Price, 25c.
Mrs. R. E. Ebbs left Sunday for
a visit with friends at Gurdon.
R. N Farrar attended a family
reun on at ShreveDort this week.
Mrs. W. A. Eastley is visiting
with friends.at Graysonia this week.
Dr. Edwards, the dentist, will
make a return visit soon. See ad
vertisement later.
C. H. Andrews was at Camden
and Asa Ponder at El Dorado Sun
day visiting with friends.
Mrs. A. E. Stuckey and daughter
are home from a visit with Mrs.
Lilia Crawfbrd at Downsville, La.
E. H. Thompson, who has been
employed on The News fur the past
year, has moved with his family to
Conway.__ _
S. W. Lowry, of Crossett. was
over Sunday on his motor-cycle to
see his wife, who is visiting her
parents here.
Thos. S. Hoskins, jr., who has
been the invoice clerk in the Union
Saw Mill company office for the
past year, has returned to his for
mer home at Decatur, III.
Walter Sorrells, who was so bad
ly shot by the negro Joe Neel^
when his nephew, Goldman Sor
rells, was killed, is still alive anc
h jpes are now entertained for hie
recovery.
The Robley Male Quartet th<
second number of the School Im
provement association lyceun
-—course, was greeted bj^a good aud
ience and an appreciative one a
Union church Wednesday night.
W. T. Sehon and sons. Ernes
and Gordon, were convicted ol
manslaughter at Farmeryille las
week on account of the killing o
J, W. Hodge some time ago neai
the state line southwest of hen
Sentence will be passed later anc
the case appealed to the Suprenm
court.
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Mrs. C. J. Norman and son Z. V..
of Plymouth. N. C.. arrived in Hut
tig last Saturday on a visit with her
daughter. Mrs. L. A. Bodine. Mr*.
Norman will probably remain until
Christmas but Mr. Norman returm d
home Wednesday.
The regular monthly meeting oi
the Huttig School Improvement
Association will be held at Unior
church Tuesday night. Nov. 3, at
7:30 o’clock. Every resident ol
the new consolidated district is in
vited to be present and become a
member.
We have round trip tickets to all
local points on sale at this office
and would be glad to sell you round
trip tickets, saving you money by
buying them and at the same'time
make a better showing for our sta
tion in this manner. We solicit
your business. D. A. Keasler,
Agent St. L. 1 M. & S. Ry.
The Embroidery club met on last
Wednesday afternoon with Mrs. L
A. Bodine with only two members
absent. Mesdames L. M. Cartall.
A. J. Dowis and C. Howard and
M ss Dorris Carlton were elected
to membership. Dainty refresh
ments were served and a pleasant
afternoon spent by all.
The News this week prints on
another page four general orders of
the Railroad Commission of t- r an
sas. which are the first published
under the recently enacted publicity
law. These orders are also printed
in both the El Dorado papers as it
is the wish of the newspaper who
were sponsors of the bill, to give
the people the publicity they are in
titled in all public affairs.
M. H. Claybaugh and wife ar
rived home Thursday from Little
Rock where they attended the
meeting of the Grand Lodge of
CdJ Fellows and Rebekahs.
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On account of lack of patronage,
brought about by the present con
Jition of the cotton market, the
Inter-State Press at Junction City,
jwned by Berry & Phillips, has
suspended publication for the pres
ent and J. C. Phillips has returned
to Huttig to work on the News un
til business picks up. The News
will carry Junction City news and
will be mailed to subscribers of the
Inter-State Press.
5 or 6 doses 666 will break a’ y
case of fever and chills. Price, 2Ec.
will Have farm Demonstrator.
The Levying Court of Unn n
county met in El Dorado Wednes
day and made the levy the same as
last year and we are glad to report
voted $750.00 for farm demon
stration work in this county for
next year.
This amount with the aid which
the federal government will give
will permit this work to be carried
on on a larger scale than heretofore
ind we trust every farmer in ti e
:ounty will take advantage of this
opportunity to do more scientific
farming in the future.
When you find a man who thinks
governmentdemonstration methods
I of farming are not better than the
usual way. you may know he is a
man who never reads because all
statics ever compiled are against
him. Get into the game and try
approved methods next year and
see the improvement.
WERE ON THE FIRE ALREADY 1
Too Late for Julius to 8ee That Syl
vester Rawlings' Eggs Wsrs
Fresh.
Mr. Sylvester Rawlings, the mu
sical critic, became hungry the other
day. And so he walked a long way
to get to a restaurant in which he
is acquainted. The waiter, Julius,
is a particular friend of Mr. Raw
lings. That gentleman has always
cherished the belief that Julius has
served him well. He thinks that
from time to time Julius has won
better food for him than is set forth
upon the menu.
“Bring me two or three fried eggs,
Julius,” Mr. Rawlings ordered.
“Chess, sir, Mr. Rawlings,” said
Julius. “At once, sir.”
And Julius hurried to the kitchen,
walking in the duck-footod haste of
the perfect waiter. By and by he re
turned to Mr. Rawlings' side, to
place the silver and do other little
chores about the table. Mr. Raw
lings thought he would have a bit
of fun with Julius.
“Ah, Julius,” said Mr. Rawlings.
“By the wav, Julius. See that those
eggs are fresh, Julius.”
“Too late, sir,” said the grave Jul
ius. “They’re on the Are now.”—
Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
HER LA8T WORD.
“I put my foot down,” said Mrs.
Jiggles. “I told him he need not
hope to marry my daughter, and he
could take that for rity automation.”
APPROPRIATE ACTION.
"Why is Susan pulling that dress
to pieces?”
“I guess it is because she is rip
ping mad about it.”_
The Land of Broken Promises
A Stirring Story of the
Mexican Revolution
=By DANE COOLIDGE=
Author of
THF. FIGHTING FOOL,” “HIDDEN WATERS,*
“THE TEXICAN,” Etc.
Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN
i
^rtfivripht. 1914 hv Fr*nk A . Mun*pv '
A story of border Mexico, vivid.
Intense, such as has never before
been written, Is this one of Ameri
can adventurers into the land
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.
So far In the siege Del Rey had kept
under cover, patrolling the streets
and plaza and letting the volunteers
fight, but now the war had shifted to
his territory and his rurales were run
ning like mad. For, matching treach
ery against deceit, the rebel leaders
had sent men around to elip up near
the town and at the firRt fusillade from
the hillside they came charging up
the creek.
Then it was that the ever-watchful
rurales proved their worth. As the
rebels appeared in the open they ran
to the outlying houses and, fighting
from the flat roofs, checked the ad
vance until the miners could come to
their aid.
Hut in the confusion another party
of rebels had rushed down the gulch
from the west, and while the fight was
going on in the lower town they found
lodgment in a big adobe house. And
now for the first time there was fight
ing in earnest—the house-to-house
fighting that is seen at its worst in
Mexico. While women screamed in
the casa grande and the Americans
paced to and fro on the hill, the boom
of a dynamite bomb marked the begin
ning of hand-to-hand.
If there was to be a casualty list In
this long-looked for battle of Fortuna, j
the time was at hand when they could
begin counting the dead.
With a fearlessness born of long fa
miliarity with explosives the Sonoran
miners advanced valiantly with their
hand grenades—baking powder cans
filled with dynamite and studded with
fulminating caps. Digging fiercely
through wall after wall they ap
proached unperceived by the enemy
and the first bomb, flung from a roof,
filled the adobe with wounded and I
dead.
A dense pall of yellowish smoke
rose high above the town and. as bomb
after bomb was exploded and the yells
of the miners grew louder with each
success, the stunned invaders broke
from cover and rushed helter-skelter
up the gulch. Then (here was a prodi
gious shouting from the Sonorans and
more than one triumphant grenadier
swung his can of giant powder by the
sling and let It smash against the hill
in a terrific detonation.
In the big bouse all was confusion.
Soon the cheers of the defenders her- |
uldtd victory and, in spite of all eiTorts
to restrain them, the wives of the
miners rushed into the open to gaze |
upon the triumph of their menfolk.
On the hilltops the ineffective rebel
riflemen rose up from behind their
stone wall to stare, until suddenly
they, too, were seized with a panic and
ran to and fro like ants. Then, around
the curve below the concentrator, a
tall man came dashing up on a pure
white horse, and behind him, charging
as he charged, came the swarthy Ya
quis of Alvarez, their new rifles gleam
ing in the sun.
Up along the hillside and after the
fugitives they ran with vengeful eager
ness, racing each other for the higher
ground and the first shot at the reb
els. First Alvarez on his white horse
would be ahead, and then, as they en
countered rocks, the Yaquis would
surge to the front. It was a race and
at the same time it was a rout, for,
at the first glimpse of that oncoming
body of warriors, the cowardly follow
ers or Bernardo Bravo took to tneir
heels and fled.
Hut. over the rocks no Ohihuahuan
no matter how scared, can hope to out
distance a Yaqui, and the pop, pop of
rifles told the fate of the first luckless
stragglers. For the Yaquis, after a
hundred and sixty years of guerrilla
warfare, never waste a shot; and as
savage yells and the crash of a sud
den volley drifted down from the rocky
heights the men who had been be
sieged in Fortuna knew that death was
abroad in the hills.
Fainter and fainter came the shots
as the pursuit led on to the north and,
as Hooker strained his eyes to follow
a huge form tljat intuition told him
was Amigo, he was wakened suddenly i
from his preoccupation by the touch
of some unseen hand. He was in the :
open with people all about him—
Spanish refugees, Americans, trium
phant miners and their wives—but i
that touch made him forget the battle 1
above him and Instantly think of 1
Gracia.
He turned and hurried back to the :
corral where Copper Bottom was kept, 1
and there he found her waiting, with
her roan all saddled, and she chal
lenged him with her eyes. The sun 1
gleamed from a pistol_ that_ she held
Fn her hand, and again from her golden
hair, but he saw only her eyes, bo
brave and daring, and thp challenge
to mount and ride.
Only for a moment did he atand be
fore her ga/e, and then !.*< caught up
hiB saddle and spoke soothing',c to his
horse. They rode out of the corral
together, closing the gates behind
them and passing down a gulch to the
rear. All the town lay silent below
them as they turned toward the west
ern pass.
The time had come. Well he knew
the dangers that lay between them
and the American line. Dangers not
for him but for her. In the hills and
passes and "on the cactus-covered
plain were thousands of men with
whom she would not be sate for an
instant, and against whom he must
guard her that she might be delivered
safely to Phil. And he loved her then
as he had not believed it possible to
love a woman. He loved this woman
that he was attempting to save for
another man, a "pardner" who had
at the best been reckless of every
trust, who had been unfaithful to ev
ery promise. And across the border
this man was waiting for the woman
Bud Hooker loved. That he take her
to him was a more severe test of his
manhood than any to which he had
before been subjected. That he be
untrue to the trust she reposed in
him never entered his mind for a mo
ment. With a strong man's love for
her he thought only of how he was to
conduct her safely out of the dangers
which surrounded her.
Soldiers, miners, and refugees, men,
women, and children, every soul in
Fortuna was on the hill to see the last
of the battle. It had been a crude
affair, but bravely ended, and some
thing In the dramatic suddenness of
this victory had held all eyes to the
close. Pud and Gracia passed out of
town unnoticed, and as soon as they
had rounded the point they spurred on
till they gained the pass.
"1 knew you would comp!” said
Gracia, smiling radiantly as they
paused at the fork.
“Sure!" answered Hooker with his
good-humored smile. “Count me in on
anything-—which way does this -trail
go; do you know?”
“It goes west twelve miles toward
Arispe,” replied Gracia confidently,
“and then It, comes into the main road
that leads north to Xogales and Gads
den."
“That sounds about right for us,”
replied Hud "Gadsden's the place we
want to head for, and we want to get
there mighty quick, too, if them reb
els will let tis, an’ I guess that’s what
they'll have to do whether they want
to or not.”
They rode on together for some dis
t.-fnce, the girl seemingly oblivious of
the dangers which surrounded her.
and Hooker watching carefully for ev
ery sign of difficulty.
“What is there up here?” inquired
Bud. pointing at a fainter trail that
led off toward the north. “This coun
try is new to me. Don’t know, eh’
Well, If we followed that trail we’d
run into them rebels, anyway, so we
might as well go to the west. Is your
saddle all right? We’ll hit It up then
—I’d like to strike a road before
dark.”
They hurried on, following a well
marked trail that alternately climbed
ridges and descended into arroyos,
nntil finally it dropped down into a
precipitous canon where a swollen
stream rushed and babbled and, while
they still watched expectantly for the
road, the evening quickly passed.
They had no opportunity for conver
satlon, for the trail was too narrow
to permit of their riding side by side,
hud wan thinking not only of the dan
gers that surrounded them, but of this
errand on w hich he was engaged, and
what the end of it meant to him.
First the slanting rays of tne sun
struck fire from the high yellow/crags
then the fire faded and the sky glowed
an opal-blue; then, through dark blues
and purples the heavens turned tc
black above them and all the stars
came out. Thousands of frogs mad'
the canyon resound with their throaty
songs and strange animals crashed
through the brush at their approach
but still Hooker stayed in the saddh
and Gracia followed on behind.
If she had thought in her dreams o!
an easier journey she made no com
ment now and. outside of stopping ti
cinch up her saddle. Hud seemed hard
y to know she was there. The trail
.as not going to suit him—it edgec
uff too far to the south—and yet, in tin
tropical darkness, he could not search
yut new ways to go.
At each fork he paused to light a
match, and whichever way the mule
tracks went he went also, for pack
tnules would take the main trail For 1
two hours and more they followed on
down the stream and then Hookei
stopped liis horse.
"You might as well get down and
rest a white," he said quietly "This
trail is no good it's taking us south
We’ll let our horses feed until the
moon comes up and I’ll try to work
north by landmarks.”
"Oh are wc lost?" gasped Gracia,
dropping slitliy to trie gu>uud. "Rut ol
con rue we are," she added "I've been
thinking so for some tine."
“Oh, that's all right," observed
Hooker philosophically; "I don’t mind
being lost as long as 1 know where
I'm at. We’ll ride back until we get
out of this dark canyon and then I’ll
lay a line due north.”
They sat for a time in the dark
ness while their horses champed at
the rich grass and then, unable to keep
down her nerves, Gracia declared for a
start. A vision of angry pursuers rose
up in her mind—of Manuel del Rey
and his keen-eyed rurales, hot upon
their trail—and It would not let her
rest.
Nor was the vision entirely the re
sult of nervous Imagination, for they
had lost half the advantage of their
start, as Hooker well knew, and if he
made one more false move he would
find himself called on to fight. As
they rode back through the black
canyon he asked himself for the hun
dredth time how it had all happened
—why, at a single glance from her,
he had gone against his better judg
ment and plunged himself into this
tangle. And then, finally, what was
he going to do about it?
Rut he knew what he was going to
do about it. He knew he was going
to take this girl through to Gadsden
and to 1’hil. and his loyalty was such
that he would not admit, even to him
self, that Phil did not deserve her.
Alone, he would have taken to the
mountains with a fine disregard for
trails, turning into whichever served
his purpose best and following the
lay of the land. Even with her in his
care it would be best to do that yet,
for there would be trailers on their
track at sunup, and it was either ride
or fight.
free at last from the pent-tn canyon,
they hailed at the forks, while Hud
looked out the land by moonlight. Dim
and ghostly, the square-topped peaks
i and buttes rose all about him, huge
and impassable except for the winding
trails. He turned up a valley between
| two ridges, spurring his horse Into a
j fast walk.
From one cow trail to another he
j picked out a way to the north, but the
j lay of the ground threw him to the
| east and there w’ere no passes between
the hills. The country was rocky,
with long parallel ridges extending to
the northeast, and when he saw where
the way was taking him Bud called a
halt till daw-n.
By the very formation he w-as being
gradually edged back toward For
luna, and it would call for fresh
horses and a rested Gracia to outstrip
their pursuers by day. Tf the rurales
traveled by landmarks, heading for the
northern passes in an effort to out
ride and intercept him, they might
easily cut him off at the start; but If
they trailed him and he devoutly
hoped they would—then they would
have a tangled skein to follow and he
could lose them in the broken country ]
to the north.
So thinking, he cut grass among the
rocks, spread down their saddle
blankets and watched over the
browsing horses while Gracia
stretched out on the hed. After a day
of excitement and a night of hard rid
ing there is no call for a couch of
down, and as the morning star ap
peared In the east she slept while Bud
sat patiently by.
It was no new task for him, this
watching and waiting for the dawn
For weeks at a time, after a hard
day's work at the branding, he had !
stood guard half the night. Sleep was |
a luxury to him, like water to a moun- !
tain-sheep—and so were all the other
useless things that town-bred people
required.
People like Gracia, people like Phil
—they were different in all their ways
To ride, to fight, to find the way—
, r
How to Waksn H^r, Even That Wag
a Question.
there ho was a better man than Phil;
but to speak to a woman, to know her
ways, and to enter Into her life—there
he was no man at all.
She trusted to his courage to pro
tect her. and that he could do, but it
was to a man such as Phil she
would give her love. Phil could not
love her more than he did, but Phil's
ways could be more attractive to her.
fils adventurous life with his father
had not been such as to cultivate the
little niceties that appealed to women.
It was only his privilege to serve, but
he gloried in that privilege now as
he watched beside bar as she slept,
and his vigil but strengthened his res
olution to see her safely through to—
Phil.
He sighed now as he saw the first
flush of dawn and turned to where she
slept, calm and beautiful, In the solemn
light. How to waken her, even that
was a question, but the time had come
to start.
Already, from Fortune, Del Rey and
his man-killing rurales would be on the
trail. He would come like the wind,
lhat dashing little captain, and noth
:ng but a bullet would stop him, for his
honor was it stake. Nay, he hsd told
llud in so many words:
“She is mine, and no man shall coorn
between us!”
It would be hard now if th«: rurales
should prove too matiy for him—If a
outlet should check him in their flight
and she be left alone Rut how to
wake her! He tramped near as he
led up the unwilling mounts: then, ss
time pressed, he spoke to her, and at
last he knelt at her side.
"Say!" he called, and when that did
not serve he laid bis band on her
shoulder.
v\ ake up: he said, Running net
gently. "Wake up, lt’B almost day!"
Even as he spoke he went back to
the phrase of the cow-camp—where
men rise before It Is light. But Gracia
woke up wondering and stared about
her strangely, unable to understand.
“Why—what Is It?” she cried. Then,
as he spoke again and backed away,
she remembered him with a smile.
“Oh," she said. “Is it time to get up?
Where are we, anyway’’"
“About ten miles from Fortuna.” an
swered Hooker soberly. "Too close—
we ought, to be oveT that divide "
He pointed ahead to where the val
ley narrowed and passed between two
hills, and Gracia sat up, binding back
her hair that had fallen from its place.
“Yes, yes!" she said resolutely. "We
rmist go on—but why do you look at
me so strangely?"
"Don't know,” mumbled Bud. "Didn’t
know I was Say, let me get them sad
dle-blankets, will you?"
He went about his work with em
barrassed swiftness, slapping on sad
dles and bridles, colling up ropes, and
offering her his hand to mount. When
he looked at her again It was not
strangely.
"Hope you can ride.” he said. "Wt»
got to get over that pass before any
body else makes it- after that we can
take a rest.” j
"Ar fast as you please," she an
swered steadily. “Don't think about,
me. But what will happen fir—they
get there first?”
She was looking at him now as he
searched out the trail ahead, hut he
pretended not to hear. One man In
that pass was as good as a hundred,
and there were only two things he
could do—shoot his way through, or
turn back. He believed she would not
want to turn back.
CHAPTER XXV.
Though the times had turned to war,
all nature that morning was at peace,
and they rode through a valley of dow
ers like knight and lady In a pageant.
The rich grass rose knee-deep along
the hillsides, the desert trees were
flligreed with the tendernst green and
twined with morning-glories, and in
open glides the popples and sand
verbenas spread forth masses of biu»
and gold.
Already on the mesqult-trees the
mocking-birds were sluglng, and bright
flashes of tropical color showed whero
cardinal and yellow-throat passed. Th<*
dew was still untouched upon th<*
grass, and yet they hurried on. for
some premonition whispered to thetn
of evil, and they thought only to gain,
the fur pass.
Beyond that lay comparative safety,
but no man knew what dangers lurked
between them and that cleft In tks
mountains. Del Rey and his run*lee
or Bravo and hie rebels might be
there. In fact, one or the other prob-.
ably was there, and if so there »o'/j
be a fight, a fight against heavy
if he were alone, and odds that.-would
be greatly increased because., be must
protect Gracia.
CONTINUED IN NET r ISSUE.
Not to Be Thought Of.
She—"You really should % rve up
smoking; it affect* the heart.” He—
"By that reasoning I ought to give up
yQ^,gUo. ‘—Boston Transcript.