The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 20, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, November 6, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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and family
masked face among the flowers and
smiled again. That was the way Gra-
cia Aragon affected them alL
He did not point out the place to
Phil, nor betray her by any sign. All
he did was to glance at her once and
$ J then ride on his wafr, but somehow his
heart stood still when he met her
% eyes, and his days became filled with
a pensive, brooding melancholy.
"What the matter. Bud?" rallied
Phil, after he had jollied him for a
week; "you're getting mighty quiet
lately. Got another hunch—like that
one you had up at Agua Negra?"
"Nope," grinned Bud; "but I’ll tell
you one thing—if old Aragon don’t
spring something pretty soon I’m go-
ing to get uneasy. He’s too dog-goned
good-natured about this."
"Maybe he thinks we’re etuck," sug-
gested De Lancey.
"Well, he’s awful happy about some-
thing," said Bud. “I can see by the
way he droops that game eye of his—
and smiles that way—that he knows
we’re working for him. If we don’t
get a title to this mine, every tap of
work we do on it is all to the good
for him, that’s a cinch. So sit down
now and think it out—where’s the
joker?”
> a Mexican!”
ain't figuring on
-that won’t buy
rant to do is to
Because if we
i lose our mine.”
3 Bud doggedly.
*e him."
rsieted De Lan-
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iiiiv "
get it/’ finished
ed De Lancey,
"friend.” "You
making friends
shrugged the
make no dlffer-
lf you want to."
t along with-
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say. If you
"Well," mused Phil, "the gold
here somewhere. He knows we’re not
fooled there. And he knows we’re
right after it, the way we’re driving
this cut in. Our permit is good—he
hasn’t tried to buffalo Mendez—and
it’s a cinch he can’t denounce the
claim himself."
"Maybe he figures on letting us do
all the work and pay all the denounce-
ment fees and then spring something
big on old One-Eye," propounded Bud.
"Scare *im up or buy 'im off, and have
him transfer the title to him. That’s
the way he worked Kruger."
"Well, say," urged Phil, "let’s go
ahead with our denouncement before
he starts something. Besides, the
warm weather is coming on now, and
If we don't get a move on we’re likely
to get run out by the revoltosos.”
"Nope," said Bud; "I don’t put this
into Mendez’s hands until I know he’s
our man—and if I ever do go ahead I’ll
keep him under my six-shooter until
the last paper Is signed, believe me.
know we’re in bad somewhere, but
hurrying up won’t help none,
a •"‘v-; "Now I tell you what we’ll do—you
go to the mining agent and get copies
of all our papers and send them up to
that Gadsden lawyer. I’m going to go
down and board with Mendez and see
if I can read his heart"
So they separated, and while Phil
stayed in town to look over the rec-
ords Bud ate his beans and tortillas
with the Mendez family.
They were a happy little family,
comfortably installed in the stone
house that Mendez had built, and rap-
idly getting fat on three full meals a
day. From his tent farther up the
canyon Bud could look down and
watch the children at play and see the
comely Indian wife as she cooked by
the open fire.
Certainly no one could be more In-
nocent and contented than she was
and El Tuerto was all bows and pro-
testations of gratitude. And yet, you
never can tell.
Bud had moved out of the new house
to furnish quarters for El Tuerto and
had favored him in every way; but
this same consideration might easily
be misinterpreted, for the Mexicans
are slow to understand kindness.
So, while on the one hand he had
treated them generously, he had al-
ways kept hlB distance, lest they be
tempted to presume. But now, with
Phil in town for a few days, he took
his meals with Maria, who was too
awed to say a word, and made friends
with the dogs and the children.
The way to the dog’s heart was easy,
almost direct, and he finally won the
attention of little Pancho and Josefa
with a well-worn Sunday supplement.
This gaudy institution, with its spicy
stories and startling illustrations, had
penetrated even to the wilds of Sonora,
and every Sunday as regularly as the
paper came Bud sat down and had his
laugh ovor the funny page.
But to Pancho, who was bIx years
old and curious, this same highly col-
ored sheet was a mystery of mysteries,
and when he saw the big American
laughing he crept up and looked at it
wistfully.
“Mira,’ said Bud, laying his finger
upon the smirking visage of one of the
comic characters, “look, and I will tell
you the etory."
And so, with laborious care, he
translated the colored fun, while the
little Mendezes squirmed with excite-
ment and leaped with joy. Even the
-i in pie souls of El Tuerto and Maria
hacienda wer moved by the comicas, and Men-
d.-z became so interested that he
I* ngth of : learned the words by heart, the better
to explain them to others.
But as for Mexican treachery, Bud
that might easily take away from Me
value as a dummy locator.
"Oh!" he said, and then: "How
many children have you, Cruz?"
Cruz smiled deprecatlngly, as par*»
ents will, and turned away.
* "By-which" woman?" ha inquired, and
Bud -became suddenly very calm* fear-
ing the worst. For If Cruz was not
legally married to Marla, he could not
transfer the mining claim.
"By all of them,” he said quietly.
"Five in all," returned Cruz—"three
by Maria, as you know—two by my
first woman—and one other. I do not
count him."
“Well, you one-eyed old reprobate!**
muttered Bud in his throat, but he
passed it off and returned smiling to
the charga
"Where does your boy live now?"
he asked with flattering solicitude, the
better to make him talk, "and is he
old enough to understand the pic-
tures?"
"Ah, yes!" beamed Mendez, "he is
cwelve years old. He lives with his
mother now—and my little daughter,
too. Their mamma is the woman of
the mayordomo of the Senor Aragon—
a bad man, very ugly—she is not mar-
ried to him."
"But with you—" suggested Bud, re-
garding him with a steely stare.
"Only by the judge!” exclaimed
Mendez virtuously. "It was a love-
match, and the priest did not come_
so we were married by the Judge.
Then this bad mayordomo stole her
away from me—the pig—and I mar-
ried Maria instead. Maria is a good
woman and I married her before the
priest—but I love my other children,
too, even though they are not lawful.”
"So you married your first wife be-
fore the Judge,” observed Bud cynical-
ly, "and this one before the priest. But
how could you do that, unless you had
been divorced?”
"Ah. senor," protested Mendez, hold-
ing out his hands, "you do not under-
stand. It is only the church that can
really marry—the judge does It only
for the money. Maria Is my true wife
—and we have three nice children—
but as I am going through La Fortuna
I should like to show the picture paper
to my boy."
Bud regarded him In meditative si-
lence, then he rose up and began a de-
termined search for the funny sheet.
"All right,” he said, handing it over,
"and here is a panoche of sugar for
your little girl—the one In La Fortuna.
It is nothing," he added, as Mendez
began his thanks.
"But oh, you marrying Mexican," he
continued, relapsing into his mother
tongue as El Tuerto disappeared; "you
certainly have dished us right.’*
Company, indeed.
t>und with Aragon,
up Mendez and his
a right there at the
:hem papers signed
‘t care what hap-
nurmured De Lan-
>ne; but if his con-
for the moment it
making of any sea-
r's resolutions, for
- came to the store
utatlons with Ara-
ing expectantly be-
>on Cipriano!" he
ou this morning?”
ig, Don Felipe,’’ re-
.epping forth from
door. "I am very
i u y ou ?
wered Phil, as if it
>f news. "It is fine
dry!" said Aragon,
it back and forth
nish manner, while
- over the horn of
irded the
CHAPTER IX.
Not the least of the causes which
have brought Mexico to the brink of
the abyss is the endless quarrel be-
tween church and state, which has al-
most destroyed the sanctity of mar-
riage and left, besides, a pitiful her-
itage of deserted women and father-
less children as its tolL
Many an honest laborer has peoned
himself to pay the priest for his mar-
riage, only to be told that It is not
legal in the eyes of the law; and many
another, married by the judge, has
been gravely informed by the padre
that the woman is only his mistress,
and the children born out of wedlock.
So that now, to be sure that she is
wedded, a woman must be married
twice, and many a couple, on account
of the prohibitive fees, are never mar-
ried at all.
Cruz Mendez was no different from
the men of his class, and he believed
honestly that he was married to the
comely Maria; but Hooker could have
enlightened him on that point if he
had cared to do it
Bud was playing a game, with the
Eagle Tall mine for a stake; and, be-
ing experienced at poker, he stood pat
and studied his hand. Without doubt
Mendez had lost his usefulness as a
locator of the mine, since Maria was
not his legal wife and could not sign
the transfer papers as such. Accord-'
ing to the law of the land, the woman
now living with Aragon’s mayordomo
was the "legitimate” wife of the con-
tract, and she alone could release title
to the mine once Mendez denounced
the claim.
But Mendez had not yet denounced
the claim—though for a period of
some thirty days yet he had the ex-
clusive privilege of doing so—and Bud
did not intend that he should.
Meanwhile they must walk softly,
leaving Aragon to still hug the delu-
sion that he would soon, through his
mayordomo* have them In his power—
and when the full sixty days of Crus
Mendez’s mining permit had expired
they could locate the mine agwin.
But how—and through whom? That
was the question that Bud was study-
ing upon when Phil rode up the trail,
and in his abstraction he barely re-
turned his gay greeting.
"Well, cheer up, old top!" cried De-
Lancey, throwing his bridJO-reins to
the ground and striding up to the tent.
"What ho, let down the portcullis, me
lord seneschal! And cease your vain
repining, Algernon—our papers are all
O. K. and the lawyer says to go ahead.
But that isn't half the news! Say, we
had a dance up at the hotel last night
and I met—”
"Yes—sure you did," broke In Bud;
•’but listen to this!" And he told him
of El Tuerto’s matrimonial entangle-
ments.
“Why, the crooked devil!” exclaimed
De Lancey, leaping up at the finish.
"Oyez! Mendez!”
“Don’t say a word,** warned Bud.
springing to the tent door to intercept
him, “or you'll put us out of business!
It is nothing,” he continued in Spanish
as Mendez came out of his house, "but
put Don Felipe’s horse in the corral
when he is cool.”
"SI, senor—with great pleasure!"
smirked Mendez, running to get the
horse, and after he had departed Bud
turned back and shook his head.
"We can’t afford to quarrel with Mr.
Mendez," he said; "because if Aragon
ever gets hold of him we’re ditched.
Jest let everything run on like we’<
overlooked something until the sixty
day8 are up—then, if we get away
with it, we'll locate the mine our-
selves.”
"Yes; but how?"
"Well, they’s two ways," returned
Bud; “either hunt up another Mexican
citizen or turn Mexican ourselves.”
“Turn Mexican!” shrilled Phil, and
then he broke down and laughed.
"Well, you’re a great one, Bud,” he
chortled; "you sure are!”
"I come down here to get this mine,"
said Bud laconically.
"Yes, but you’re a Texan—or was
one!"
“That makes no difference," an-
swered Bud stoutly. "The hot weather
is coming on—revolution is likely to
begin any time—and there ain’t a sin-
gle Mexican we can trust. Jest one
more break now and we lose out—now
how about it?"
"Who’s going to turn Mexican?"
questioned De Lancey, "you or me?"
"Well—I will, then!”
"No, you won’t, either!" cried Phil,
forgetting his canny shrewdness. "I'll
do it myself! I’m half Mexican al
ready. I’ve been eating chili so long!"
“Now here,” began Bud, "listen to
me. I’ve been thinking this over all
day and you jest heard about it. The
man that turns Mexican is likely to
get mixed up with the authorities and
have to skip the country, but the other
feller is in the other way—he’s got to
stay with the works till hell freezes
over.
"Now you’re an engineer and you
know how to open up a mine—I don’t.
So, if you say so. I’ll take out the pa-
pers and you hold the mine—or If you
want to you can turn Mex.”
"Well," said De Lancey, his voice
suddenly becoming soft and pensive,
“I might as well tell you, Bud, that
I’m thinking of settling in this coun-
try, anyway. Of course, I don’t look
at Aragon the way you do—I think
you are prejudiced and misjudge him
—but ever since I*ve known Gracia
I’ve—”
“Gracia!” repeated Bud? and then,
stirred by some great and unreasoning
anger, he rose up and threw down hia
hat pettishly. "I’d think. Phil." he
muttered, "you’d be satisfied with all
the other girls in the world without—”
“Now here!" shouted Phil, rising as
unreasoningly to his feet, "don’t you
say another word against that girl, or
I'll—”
“Shut your mouth, you little
shrimp!” bellowed Bud, wheeling upon
him menacingly. "You seem to think
you’re the only man in the world
that—”
"Oh, slush, Bud!" cried Phil in dis-
gust, "you don’t mean to tell me you're
in love with Gracia too!”
“Who—me?” demanded Hooker, his
face suddenly becoming fixed and
masklike; and than he laughed hoarse-
ly In derision and sank down on the
bed.
Certainly, of the two of them, he
was the more surprised at his sudden
outbreak of passion; and yet when the
words were spoken he was quick to
know that they were true.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
TWO MONKEYS RAISE
TUMULT IN OFFICES
Pets of Curator of Animal-Park
Do Handsprings on Phone
Wires
New York.—All the monkeys in the
New York Zoological park are jealous
of Koko and Nigger, who have been
so cunning and playful that they have
been granted the privilege of a special
cage in an anteroom of Raymond L.
Ditmars’ office in the reptile house.
There seems to be no limit to the
funmaking of the mischievous little
apes. Even Miss Marcella Burke, the
secretary of Mr. Ditmars, who almost
daily is forced to halt her work to
stop the depredations of Koko and
Nigger, confesses it’s beyond her
power to check the skylarking every
She Will Coax Them With a Banana
or an Orange.
time Koko and Nigger are allowed in
the curator’s office.
Koko and Nigger are of the woolly
species of ape, and are pets of Dr.
William T. Hornaday, director of the
park, as well as favorites with almost
everybody who comes In contact with
them.
“Peck’s bad boys” was the title
given them by Mr. Ditmars, when, on
arrival at his office the other day. he
found Miss Burke holding Koko and
Nigger in her arms trying to persuade
them to be good.
Every morning at 9 o’clock Koko
and Nigger are allowed their liberty,
so that Richard Palmer, their keeper,
may clean out their cages. The near-
est place Is the curator’s office, and
they scramble into it Nothing is
spared. A handspring on the tele-
phone wire follow’s a trapeze act on
the coatrack. Koko vies with Nigger
to see who can reach the top of Mr.
Ditmars’ desk first, and in the scrim-
mage the telephone instrument falls
to the floor, and the Ink well turns
a somersault over upon the official
correspondence.
The little apes retreat out the win-
dow at the approach of every one ex-
cept Miss Burke. But if she.calls
Koko, don’t do that,” or “Nigger,
come over here,” they do as she says,
for Miss Burke has the knack of
handling them. If kind words do not
lure the mischief makers, she will
coax them with a banana or an orange
until she gets them In her grasp for a
severe chastising.
But disciplining Koko or Nigger Is
about as effective as it would be to
try to puncture a cathedral wall with
a brickbat. They simply don’t know
what good behavior means, and only
when they have run till weary of their
gambols will they go back Into the
coop.”
MUSIC CHARMS A BLACKSNAKE
Reptile Was About to Attack When
the Man Played a Mouth
Organ.
ept th<
jdor it halted for
smile came over
he
on
LKaij
and then !
mation scene, J
, framed and !
>n locks, peer- j
ong tho blos-
>rief smile he j
saw her, and j
the face had !
i ; tha of a could find none of it. In fact, finding
tsad detected them so simple-hearted and. good-na-
tured, he became half ashamed of his
early suspicions and waited for the
return of Phil to explain Don Ciprl-
ano’s complacency.
But the next Sunday, as Bud lay
reading in his tent, the mystery solved
itself. Cruz Mendez came up from the
house, hat in hand and an apologetic
smile on his face, and after the cus-
tomary roundabout remarks he asked
the boss as a favor if he would lend
him the page of comic pictures.
"Seguro!” assented Bud, rolling over
and fumbling for the funny sheet;
then, failing to find It instantly, he in-
quired: "What do you want it for?”
"Ah, to show to my boy!” explained
El Tuerto, his one eye lighting up with
pride.
"Who—Pancho ?”
"Ah, no, senor,” answered Mendez
simply, “my boy in La Fortuna, the
ohe you have not seen.”
Bud stopped fumbling for the paper
and sat up suddenly. Here was a new
light on their faithful servitor, and one
GREAT INFLUENCE OF BEAUTY
"> showed them about his
where his men kept a
un of liquid fire running
• r worm, and gave each
but though De Lancey
igly at the house and
range treee fcbat hung
en wall, Spanish hospi-
no farther, and the visit
ies of adioses and tnuch-
commented Phil, as
ard the mine; "the old
ver hia grouch."
Bud, with a quiet,
i; and the next time he
m he looked for the
Though Too Often Ignored, It Is as
Deep and Useful a Part of Life
as Utility.
Beauty is as deep and as useful a
part of our general life as is what we
term utility. It has just such a rea-
son for being; It has a similar force;
it has a set place in the scheme of the
w'orld. Eyes not fully opened to the
beautiful are not wholly alive to the
influence of beauty upon our lives and
our actions. Alas! sometimes we scoff
at the highest expressions of beauty.
That is to say, the highest human ex-
pression.
Those even greater beauties, which
are divine expressions, we ignore.
Just think for a moment Take
yourself away from yourself and con-
template yourself and your living, set
against the background of the univer-
sal scheme of things. Think of the
myriads of infinitely petty, wasteful
and useless thoughts and actions, de-
sires and dislikes which occupy your
day. At the moment you read this,
take yourself back two years ago. Of
course, you have not the slightest con-
ception of what happened. But let m«
t£il you that on that day, twro years
ago, were happening two, a dozen or
a hundred things which seemed to you
to be supreme importance. Do you
understand how we fill our lives to the
brim with millions of such trifling in-
consequences?—Kansas City Star.
He Took the House.
Cltiman (to house agent)—*T thought
you said there was a charming view
from the front windows? Why, there
are only houses to be seen." House
Agent "So there is a charming view,
sir. In the house opposite lives the
most beautiful widow you ever clapped
eyes on, and she’s always at the win-
dow."
York, Pa.—With a classic selection
played on a mouth organ, William H.
Harding of Spring Grove took the
fight out of a six-foot blacksnake that
showed every disposition to attack
him.
Harding was strolling through a
grove near Nashville, when he hap*
pened to glance aloft and observed
the snake coiled on a limb and prepar-
ing to drop down upon him.
Recalling stories of snakes charmed
by music, Harding leaped aside and
drawing his mouth organ from hia
pocket began to reel out a plaintive
strain.
The effect was like magic. The rep-
tile swayed with the music until it
lost its grip and fell to the ground,"
where it lay as though lifeless. Hard-
ing stopped playing, and immediately
the snake glided off into the brush.
Stops Bullet Instead of Baseball.
Middletown, N. Y.—When Frederick
Owen, fourteen years old, jumped to
catch a fly at a baseball game s bul-
let pierced his right arm. The missile
was fired from a revolver in the hands
of George Sherer, a chum, who had
been shooting blank cartridges and
was not aware that one had a bullet
:n It.
Dreamed Wife’s Disloyalty.
Chicago. — Peter Collins admitted
that his allegations of misconduct
against his wife were based on a
dream, in which he saw her kl—ts|
another man. She was discharged. .
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