Arizona weekly citizen., 1888-03-10


 good Tor washing clothing, hair or per- SOD esrthen pots and mstting-nost of lnis last the work of Pspago Indians; carne seco, or Ierked beef; buoon of American manufacture; mescal, clear ss water, hotter than breath of Top net; and Ali the varied list of articles which make up the stock m trade of these MeAicsu magazines.
 QUEEN sABE?
 Over the line, Tn their own country, they attain respectable dimensious and assume titles as elaborate As their pre- tennons. There. they style themselves The Emporium Of the Two Hemi- spheres, the New World" the "Incom- parable, etc; while, on the American sihe, either through humility or lack Of cash, they shrink from competiticn with tnelr proud American rivals and venture only upon such shadows of commerce as are disdsined by the Anglo-Sa1or- The crehklng of uugreRsed wheels, dis appearing in side-alley, migh: have proceeded from the wagon of some icon trsoandistG, evadiDg the customs off clalsi or It might have been from .he ve hlcle of the honest old water carrier on his way to the spring near the Bishops farm. Quien ssbe2
 Such were few of the things, how ever, which our Mexicaus nigh. have noticed that fresh, glorious morning. had not thelr minds been absorbed in the discus ion of ques3ion which Mar tlnez, at least, addressed himself with yehemence and energy. No, comrade, l am not mistaken. Last night, near the chusas table, 1 saw those three men, and look you, my friend, they pleased not. In the year when my mothers uncle pronounced for liberty aud the Constitution, there were many outlaws ln SOnors, as you may have beard,-men lost to shame,-who robbed and plundered, broke In.o houses, and when forced tJ dO s 70, never shrunk from murder. But they never used knife or | pistol. Always, their victim vas killed with heavy wooden club. You being m the States st the tune, can know but | little of the terror this excnmmunicated gang inspired. but Gracios Diosl near ly all were captured Rnd shot. But Car smbsl some of them managed by srtful stories. to raise doubt ot their guilt and saved ibeir lIvea on condition of | leaving Ures at once aud forever.
 And those three men 1 sswwill the l wagon were of thR. gang. and know it. | We must be careful of ourselves and | money gong down, my friend" By this time tbeir cigarettes were | smoked out and turning a corner sharp | ly, they stood in front of the montepio, | (pswnbrokers).
 An air of stiffness shr0u1ed the build | ing, the doors were closed. the windows barred; no smoke wresthing upward | from the narrog-throated chimney. | evinced industrious cares Of cheerful | housegife.
 "'Tis stIsngeT muttered VslenEuels. | "SenOr MinuoZ is alwsys the first man to | arise Tn Tucson" Truly" replied Martinez, land Donna Louisa has never failed to hear early Mass. There's something wrong. | Look! Here's the dog, and blood is upon his feet"
 A DoLEFUL DOG.
 The dog was one of those wretched | mongrels whose appearance bellies every | sugge; ton of pedigree, and yet his very | homeliness seemed to attract and to accent the 6ffectionste nature which sp- pesled for sympathy and tenderness,
 IL was not whining or hOwling, but | giving vo.cs in tone which might be called a subdued form of either, and in
  struggling for expression. "The doors are firmly bolted," said ValeEzuels, "aDd the windows are closed | from the ID tide. What better cal We do than follow the poor little dog snd | see what he has to show us! There has been some terrible crime committe1--"
 Said and dOne," replied Martinez, | pushing aside the shoots of iron cactus which formed tbe fence to the house; ''here We are, We shall soon see"
 First. see blood here in the ssnd," called out YsleDzuelA. "snd here is plain foot track and here another, and look third"
 The dog was scratching snd pushing with all hIs might sgaInst the back door, which yielded enough to the pressure to admit half his body.
 Martinez and VHlenvuels were mGn of quick perceptions. They hesitsted not a moment m concluding that thls door had been forced during the night, if, indeed, it had not been left open by the family, And the murderers,-it mur derers they were,-in leaving the premi- ses, had nothing to do but pull the door to after them, letting fall loosely against II tine heavy cottonwood log, so generally used in that region Tn place ot lock or key.
 We must be careful, Jose Maria" said Martinez; there has surely been murder within. This silence, these blood foot-trscks, tbis mourning dog, this line of buzzing flies streaming into the house, means massacre; DO doubt the family has been martyrized.'
 The two now shouted to those within. but received no reply. The dog whined more piteously, the buZzIng flies grew loader and more clsmorous, almost drowning .hs ghsstly tick, tick. ticking of A cheap wooden clock which sounded from within.
 Have 6 care, compsdre. the murder CTS may still be within. Quien szbef
 "Never fear" replied VslenZuels, stoutly. "let's cock our pistols and go ID boldly. Tins Is 8 terrible tragedy surely"
 WAS IT NUDKR!
 aCool villains they must be. Lookl Here by the olla they stood, drinking water. while, no doubt, their victims were not yet cold
 Not drinking water so much as wash- ing their feet" said Martinez, correcting him. Do you no, notice these barefoot prints all going into the house! The villains crept up to the door m thelr bare feet, which must have trsmped ID hlooj.-bere we have the bloody loot prin,s and here moccasin tracks, as they made theIr way through the fence. There were two of them, maybe more.
 All this colloquy took but a minute. The Mexican of the boider shows ms Indian lineage in nothing more plainly than ia the quickness with which he seizas upon every little indication in the tracks left by man or beast.
 "Well, here goes" said Nslenzuela' and in a trice he had forced sn entrance and stood within the kitchen.
 On the hearth, no fire-s proof that no cooking had been done since tne eysning previous. A mocklng, blrd bopped about nervously in his little cage of willow twigs, fastened to the val. A bloody track led into the next room. Here an appalling spectscle froze the blood in the veins of the two
 Were this little sketch 6 romance