The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-07-01
AboNnar1s
 "THE QUEEN OF TABLE WATERS"
 Bottled only at the Spring, Neuenahr, Rhenish Prussia.
 A Philadelphia party who rehlled Apoinaris bottles bearing genuine labels and also used counteets of the Apolnars abes recently imprisoned in Moyamensing Jail Philadelphia

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 place for them, being near the Mexican border, so that if things got hot for them on one side of the line they could skip across 1t at short nitice and get be- yond reach of arrest.
 'I was living at Tucson in the early seventies engaged in the practice of law, but devoting more of my time to the acquiring of land-grant rights, and the development and sale of mining property It was to satisfy myself as to the location of land grant boundry that l left Tucson early one morning alone on horseback, taking the trall southward down the Santa Cruz Val ley. In the middle of the forenoon I overlook Francisco Garcia riding sober ly along the trail, with all of his per sonal belongings-they consisted of a poncho and parcel tied up in a large handkerchief, with his sheathed sword thrust through crossWise beneath the knot-fastened to the saddle behind him. Garcia was a toreador-an espa- da, in fact, the leading man in the bull ring, who plays the final act in each | encounter by face-to-face duel, armed | only with a naked sword, with the bull. There had been a bull fight at Tucson, as part of the celebration of the birth day of that city's patron saint in which | Garcia had distinguished himself. But he had dallied at the monte table af- | terwards and left there the silver dol- | lars that he had gained by his profess sional skill and bravery. Now he was on his way to Hermosillo, in Sonora, in | hopes to secure a star engagement there for the Christmas holiday cele- ! brations.
 we greeted each other cordially and | rode on together for a stretch. But as I had much the better horse, and knew I must make the most of my time that day, I presently handed him a package of cigarettes, said adios, and rode on away from him. Several miles ahead I turned off the trail to make my investigations of the landmark. It was | late in the afternoon before was ready | to go back to the trail-so late that decided I would not try to return to /! Tucson that night, but go further down 1 the valley and sleep at San Pablo, where an American named Clumb kept | a posada, or inn.
 "A circumstance that helped me to come to this decision was a feeling which had been growing upon me through the day that was being fol- lowed. It had begun in the morning, l when, after leaving Tucson, looking back from high hill five miles away, | had seen three men In the distance rid ing in the same direction I was taking. Two or three times while making my l explorations I had caught a glimpse of some one watching me from conceal ment behind some hill crest-and above this felt strongly that instinct that was being 'shadowed,' which man liv- ing amid dangers is likely to learn not | to disregard.
 'To go to San Pablo took different route from that by which had left the trail. Looking northward after pass ing through a range of hills, saw a man holding three horses at the en- trance of the canon through which should have passed had I started back for Tucson. As soon as I appeared in view he led the horses into the canon out of sight, and had no doubt that | had seen riding that morning from Tucson, and that the other two were ambushed in the canon waiting for me An hour later I rode through the plaza to the inn. There the first person that my eye fell on was Francisco Garcia sitting upon a mud bench built along the front of the house.
 T hunted up the landlord I knew that he was as thorough a scoundrel as ever went unhung, that his house hat the worst sort of reputation as a haunt and dealing place for thieves and rob- bers But I had q guarantee for my own safety here in the fact that hat been retained as counsel by the land lord in a case where the integrity of his neck depended on my efforts. Ht joined me at my supper, and I asked him If Garcia, the bull fighter, had hat his supper.
 |" Not here, anyway he said. He had only money enough to pay for feet for his horse
 "'Call him in said. T will pay fol his supper and breakfast
 "So Garcia too proud to beg, came il to supper on my invitation. I did no sit up long after supper, being tiret from my long days ride. Before going to bed I told Garcia that he might spread his poncho on the floor in my room if he wished, but he said that h, preferred to sleep where he could guarC his horse. Tn the one-storied adobe house my room, of course, was on thu l ground floor, and 1t opened upon tht placita, or courtyard There was nc lock to the door, but 1t was not a mat ter for complaint in a country where every man at that period was expected to protect himself against intruder! with his firearms. Tired as I was
 did not go at once to sleep, and tn, thought of the way in which had beer followed by the three men that day re cured to me, and this time with a the , ory of their motive other than that O ! mere robbery. In a land-grant cas- then in contest before the courts ther' | would be a great advantage to the con testants on one side if were out of tn, l way-if the information that I pos sessed could be permanently suppressed } and the one effectual way to brin, l this about would be to have me killed f I was dropping asleep, however, but in i stantly reused myself as I heard tn ? latch of the door softly lifted
 "'Who is it?' I called and grabbed 5 my pistol as I saw the door opening } 'Quien esp I repeated in Spanish. Hist, senor, do not speak loudly 9 came to me in a whisper. It is Garcia | and have importap+ tI,;r,,s +o +o,