Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 67, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 March 1915 — The Land of Broken Promises [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Land of Broken Promises

A Stirring Story of the Mexican Revolution

By DANE COOLIDGE

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” SYNOPSIS. Bud Hooker and Phil D« are forced, owing to a revolution In Mexico, to give up their mining claim and return to the United States Tn the border town of Gadsden Bud meets Henry Kruger, a wealthy miner. Who makes him a proposition to return to Mexico to acquire title to a very rich mine which Kruger had blown up when he found he had been cheated out of the title by one Aragon. The Mexican subsequently had spent a large sum of money in an unsuccessful attempt to relocate the vein and then allowed the land to revert for taxes. Hooker and De Lancey arrive at Fortuna, near where the Eagle Tall mine Is located. They engage Crus Mendes to acquire the title for them and begin preliminary work. Aragon accuses them of jumping his claim. Hooker discovers that matrimonial entanglements prevent Mendes from acquiring a valid title. Phil, who has been paying attention to Gracia Aragon. decides to turn Mexican and acquire the title. Aragon falls In his attempt to drive them off the claim. Rebels are reported in the vicinity. A rich vein of gold is struck and work on the mine is stopped until the title can be perfected. Phil Is arrested by Manuel del Key. captain of the rurales and suitor of Gracia s. He Is released on promise to stay away from Gracia Phil Is forced to enlist in the rurales. He asks Bud to take care of Gracia The rebels are defeated In a fierce battle near Fortuna

CHAPTER XVll—Continued “What. oen or I" she bantered; “you do not apeak? Surely, then, your friend De Lancey was wrong when he said you would save me! For look, Mr. Hooker, I am promised to marry dear Phil; but how can I manage that when Manuel del Rey fe watching me? It is Impossible, is it not?” -Roams so," muttered Bud, and in the back of his head he began to think quickly. Here was the fountainbead of his misfortunes, and if she had her way she would lay all his plans tn ruins—and even then not marry Phil. In fact, from the light way she spoke, ho sensed that she did not intend to marry him. Her grudge was against Manuel del Rey who drove away all her lovers. “Well." he ventured, “there's no rush. I reckon —Phil's enlisted for five years." “Ha!" she cried contemptuously; “and do you think he will serve? No! At a word from me he will flee to the border and I shall join him in the United States!” “What?" demanded Bud; “Phil desertF In a moment he saw what such a move would mean to him —to Kruger and the Ragle Tall —and he woke suddenly from his calm. “Here now,” he said, scowling as he aaw that she was laughing at him, “you've made me and Phil enough trouble. Ton let that boy alone, aavvyF

He stooped toward her as he spoke, fixing her with masterful eyes that had tamed many a bad horse and man. and she shrank away instinctively. Then she glanced at him shyly and edged over toward the open door. "I will do what I please. Mr. Hooker.** she returned, balancing on the verge of flight. “All right,” Bud came back; “but don’t you call me in on it You've made a fool of Phil—l suppose you’d like to get me, too. Then your father would grab bur mine.” “What do you mean?” she challenged, turning back upon him. "I mean this,” responded Hooker warmly. "Phil holds the title to our mine If he deserts he loses his Mexiren citizenship and his claim is no good. But you don’t need to think that your father will get the mine then, because he’ll have to whip me first!” “O>ho!” she sneered; “so that Is what you are thinking of? You are a true gringo. Mr. Hooker —always thinking about the money!” “Yes,” returned Bud; "and even at that i believe your old man will best me!” She laughed again, with sudden capriciousness. and stood tapping the floor with her foot -Ah, I see.” she said at length, gazing at him reproachfully; “you think I am working for my father. You think I got poor Phil into all this trouble in order to cheat him of his mine But let me tell you, Senor Gringo,” she cried with sudden fire, “that I did not! I have nothing to do with my father and his schemes. But ■if you do not trust me—“

She turned dramatically to go, but when Hooker made no effort to stay her she returned once more to the attack. “No.” she said, “it was because he was an American—because he was brave—that I put my faith in PhiL These Mexican men are cowards —they are afraid to stand up and fight! But Philip dared to make love to me—he dared to sing to me at night—and when Manuel del Rey tried to stop him he stood up and made a fight! > “Ah. that is what I admire —a man who is brave! And let me tell you, Senor Hooker. I shall always friend! If I could run away 1 would marry him tomorrow; but this cur, Manuel del Bey. stands in the why. liven my own father is against me. Bat I don’t cars—l don't care what happens—only do not think that 1 am not /our friend!” She paused now and glanced at him shyly, and as her eloquent eyes met Ma Rnd felt suddenly that she was sincere. The gnawing and corrosrive doubts that had eaten at his heart don away, and ha saw her now la bar

true beauty, with no uneasy thoughts of treachery to poison his honest love. “I believe you, lady," he said. "And I’m glad to know you,” be added, taking off his hat and bowing awkwardly. "Anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask for it —only I can't go against my pardners on this mine.” He bowed again and retreated toward the door, but she followed him impulsively. j. "Shake hands,” she said, holding out both her own, "and will you help me?” “Sure!” answered Bud, and as her soft fingers closed on his he took them gently, for fear that he might crush them and never know.

CHAPTER XVIII. A month of weary waiting followed that day of days in Fortuna, and still there was no word from Phil. Bernardo Bravo and his rebel raiders passed through the mountains to the east, and news came of heavy fighting in Chihuahua. Don Cipriano Aragon moved his family back to his hacienda and Gracia became only a dream. Then, one day, as Hooker and the Yaqui were Industriously pounding out gold, a messenger came<out from town with a telegram in his hand. Am In Gadsden. No chance to hold mine. Kruger says quit—P. "No, I’ll be 'earned if I do!" muttered Bud. Then he sat down to think. “Amigo,” he said to the Yaqui. “are you a Mexican citizen? Can you get title to mineF “Me a Mexican?” repeated Amigo, tapping himself on the chest “No, senor! Seguro que no!” "All right then,” observed Bud bitterly, "here goes nothing—nowhere! I'll turn Mexican myself!” He passed the messenger on the way to town, took out his first papers as a citizen, picked up the mineral agent's expert on the way back, and located the Eagle Tall in his own name. Before riding back to camp he wired to Kruger:

Have turned Mex and relocated claim. HOOKER. It was his last card, and he did not expect to win by it. Fate had been against him from the first, and he could see his finish, but his nature drove him to fight on. All that Aragon had to do now was to have him summoned for military service, and Delßey would do the rest. Then he could take over the mine. A mere formality—or so it seemed — but between 'Aragon and his mine stood the Texas blood. Hooker had been crowded to the wall, and he was mad enough to fight The news of De Lancey’s desertion followed quickly after his flight—it came over the federal wires in a report to Manuel del Rey—but by the time it got to Aragon that gentleman, was too late. They rode into camp the next day —Aragon and the captain of the rurales —and at the first glimpse of that hated uniform Amigo was off like a buck. Bud went out sullenly to meet them, his black mood showing in his lowering eyes, and he halted them by the savagery of his cursing. "You cock-eyed old reprobate,” he snarled, advancing threateningly upon the paling Aragon, “this makes three times you've come into my camp and brought your gun with you! Now take it off!” he yelled, dropping suddenly into Spanish. "Take that gun off —do you understand?" So violent and unexpected was hie assault that it threw Aragon into a panic, and even Manuel del Rey softened his manner as he inquired into the cause.

"Never mind,” answered Bud, smiling crustily as Aragon laid aside his arms; “I know that hombre well! "Now what can I do for you, capitan?” “Be so kind as to take your hand from your belt,” replied Del Rey 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 command, taking his arms and equipment with him. In case he is captured he will be shot as a deserter.”

“Your news is old, qapitan.” rejoined Hooke . “1 knew it two days ago. And you can tell ’Mr? Aragon that it is no use for him to try to get this mine—l became a Mexican citizen yesterday and located it myself." “So we learned,” responded the captain suavely. “It was part of my errand today to ask if yon would not enlist in my company of rurales.” ■ , “Muchas gracias, ( capitan,” answered Hooker with heavy irony. “I do not care to!” “But your friend—” protested Manuel del Rey with an insinuating smile. “My friend was in jail,” put ip 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 Bey; “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 thia Ido knew. I have done nothing for which I can be arrested, and if any man tries to make me join the army—”

b« bookfid his thumb lato his belt and regarded the captain fixedly. 'Ah, very well." said Dfil Rey, Jerking hie waxed mustachlos, “I will not press 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 canyonF He smiled meanifigly at this, but Bud was swift to defend his Yaqui. "No, senor," he replied, “I have no such criminal. I have a Mexican working for me who is one of the beet miners in Sonora, and that is all I know about him.** "A Mexican F repeated Del Rey. arching his eyebrowa “Excuse me, sir, but it is my business to know every man in this district, and he Is no Mexican, but a Yaqui. Moreover, he is a fugitive and an outlaw, and if he had not been enlisted with the federate I should have arrested him when he passed through Fortuna. So I warn you, sir. not to hide him, or you will be liable to the law.”

“I’m not hiding him.” protested Hooker scornfully. “I’m 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 now.” "So!” exclaimed the captain, glancing uneasily at the hillside. "I did not think-Hbut many thanks, senor, another 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 canyon. 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 and set spurs to his champing horse. It was mrely a fling of the hand, as spontaneous as a sigh or a frown, but in it Hooker read the last exasperation of the Spaniard and his declaration of war to the knife. He bared his strong teeth in reply and hissed out a blighting curse, and then Aragon was gone. That evening, as the darkness came on and the canyon became hushed and still Bud built a big fire and stood before it, his rugged form silhouetted

against the flames. And soon, as quiet as a fox, the Yaqul appeared from the gloom. “Did he come for me?” he asked, advancing warily into the firelight, “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, and then the lines became grim again. His eyes glowed with the light of some great purpose, and for the first time since he had been with Bud he drew aside the veil from his past. “Yes.” he said, nodding significantly, “the rural is afraid. He knows I have come to kill him."

He squatted by the fire and poured out a cup of coffee, still brooding over his thoughts—then, with a swift ges : ture, he laid open his shirt and pointed to a scar along the ribs. ’ • “He shot me there," he said. “And so you have come to kill him?" “Yes,” answered Amigo; "but not now. Tomorrow I go to my people— I must take them my money first." “Have you got a wife?” asked Hooker, forgetting for once his accustomed reserve. - - “No,” grumbled Amiga, shaking his head sadly, “no wife.” “Oh, you take yosr money to your father and mother." “No. No father—no mother —nadle!” He threw up his open hands to signify that all were gone, and Hooker said no more. For three months and more he had worked alongside this giant, silent Yaqui and only once bad 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 hM people, he had been deported to the henequen fields of Yucatan and flogged by the overseer’s lash—and Amigo was ashamed of It But now that he was about to go. Bud made bold to ask him one more question, to set his mind at rest

“Perhaps this captain killed your people?” “No, senor,” answered Amigo Quietly; “they died.” —— He spoke the words simply, but there was. something in his voice that

brought up Jnfages of the peat—of peaceful Yaquis. seised at every ranch In Sonora on a certain night; of long marches overland, prodded on by rurales and guards; of the crowded prison-ships from which the most an gulshed hurled themselves into the sea; and then the awful years of slavery in the poisoned tropics, until only the hardiest were left. Amigo had seen It all, as the scars on his broad back proved—but he withdrew now into silence and left his thoughts unsaid. As he sat there by the fire, one long, black hand held out to keep the gleam from hie eyes, he made a noble .figure, but the Yaquqi songs which he had crooned on other nights were forgotten, and he held himself tense and still. Then at last he rose and gased at Bud. “You pay me my money," be said. "I go now." "Sure,” answered Bud, and after he had weighed out the equivalent in gold on big scales he flipped In some more for luck and gave him a sack to

hold IL “What you buy with all that?’, he inquired with a friendly grin; “grub?" "No, senor,’ answered Amigo, knotting the precious gold in a handkerchief; "cartridges!” "What for?” queried Bud, and then it was Amigo who smiled; “To kill Mexicans with!" he replied, and in those words Hooker read the secret of his thrift. While hte wild brethren fought in the hills or prepared for the battles to’ come, it was his part to earn the money that should keep them In ammunition. It was for that, in fact, that Porflrlo Diaz had seized all the peaceful Yaquis in a night and shipped~them to Yucatan —for he 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 he had held that cheerful dream In his mind —to kill more Mexicans! Yet, despite the savagery in him. Hooker had come to like the Yaqui, and he liked blip still. With the rurales on his trail it was better that he should go, but Bud wanted him to return. So, knowing the simple honesty of Indians, he brought out his own spare pistol and placed it in Amigo’s bands. Often he had seen him gazing at it longingly, for it was lighter than his heavy Mauser and better for the journey. “Here,” he said, '1 will lend you my pistol—and you can give it to me when you come back.” “Sure!" answered the Indian, hanging 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 in on the camp, they found nothing but his great tracks in the dusL

CHAPTER XIX. It was June and the windstorms which had swept in from , the southeast died away. No more, as in the months that had passed, did the dustpillar rise from the dump of the Fortuna mill and go swirling up the canyon. A great calm and heat settled over the harassed land, and above the far blue wall of the Sierras the first thunder 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 gone as quickly as it had come. So, while the rich landowners of the hot country sat idle and watched it grow, another storm gathered behind the distant and, as empty rumors lulled them to a false security, suddenly from the north came the news of dashing raids, of railroads cut, troops routed, and the whole border occupied by swarming rebels. In a day the southern country was isolated and cut off from escape and, while the hordes of Chihuahua insurrectos laid siege to Agua Nsgra, the belated Spanish haciendadoa came scuttling once more to Fortuna. There, at least, was an American town where the courage of the Anglo-Saxon would protect their women in extremity. And, if worst came td worst, it was better to pay ransom to red-flag generals than to fall victims to bandits and looters.

As the bass roar of the great whistle reverberated over the hills Bud Hooker left his lonely camp almost gladly, and with his hard-won gold-dust safe beneath his belt, went galloping, into town. Not for three weeks—not since he received the wire from Phil and located the Eagle Tail mine—had he dared to leave his claim. Rurales. outlaws and Mexican patriots had dropped in from day to day and eaten up most at his food, but none of them had caught him napping, and he had no intention that they should. A conspiracy had sprung up to' get rid of him, to harry 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 hdrry to the town, and perhaps the thought of being caught and held for ransom would deter him from stealing mines. So reasoned Bud, and, dragging a reluctant pack-animal behind him. he came riding in for supplies. At the store he bought flour and coffee and the other things which he needed most. As he was passing by ths hotel Don Juan de Dios halted him for a moment, rushing out and thrust-, tag a bundle of letters into his hands and hurrying back into the house, as if fearful of betag detected fasuch u act of friendship. - - -- ----- Long before he had loot his partner Bud bad decided that Dos Juan was a

trimmer, a man who tried to be al) things tc all people—«s a good hotel keeper should—but now he altered his opinion a little, for the letters 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 bad deserted, did he so much as attempt an excuse for so precipitately abandoning their claim and his Mexican citizenship. Phil wrote: My malt was being sent through headquarter® and looked over by Del Rey, so 1 knew I would never receive the paper*, even if they came. I hope you don t teel hard about ft. pardner. Kruger says to come out right away. I would have stayed with IL but it wasn’t any use. And now. Bud. I want to ask_you something. When you come out. bring Gracia with you. Don’t leave her at the mercy of Del Rey. I would come myself it n wasn't sure death. Be quick about It. Bud; I count on you. The other letters were all like that, but nothing about the mine. And yet it was the mine that Bud was fighting so 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 could pay his taxes and transfer his title and consider the stealing of Gracia. But since he 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 hie girl now he would come down and get her anyway. But she was not his girl and, gazing back grimly at the seething plaza and the hotel that hid her from sight, he rode somberly down the road. After all, there was nothing to ge't 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 advance, it would be many a long day before they took that town. Twice already Agua Negra had fallen before such attacks, but now it was protected by rifle-pits and machine guns set high on mud roofs. And then there were the Yaquis, still faithful to Madero. They alone could hoM 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 weather was good for raiders. A day passed, and then another, and the big whistle blew only for the shifts; the loneliness of the hills oppressed him as he gazed out at the quivering heat And then, like a toad after a shower, Amigo came paddling into camp on the heels of a thunderstorm, his sandals hung on his hip and his big feet squelching through the mud. Across his shoulders he wore a gay serape, woven by some patient woman of his tribe; and in the belt beside Bud’s pistol he carried a heavy knife, blacksmithed from a ten-inch file by sqme Yaqui hillman. Ail in all, he was a fine barbarian, but he looked good to the lonely Bud. “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 balanced the Indian's murderous bowieknife 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 (TO BE CONTINUED.)

"Take That Gun Off, Do You Understand?"