The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-02-06
GLUE BOTTLE RET|NU
Of Mexican Customs inspect
ors Go Through Trains.
MRS. RICH IN PRISON
John J. ingalls, Leaves a Bull
Fight With 'ThatTired Feeling

Victor Murdock's second letter is writ
ten from Mexico, as follows:
Cuidad Juarez, an. 30.-The Mexican
Central train backs over TO the American
side The cars are marked after the To-
connective as third class, second class and
first class. and then the caro- dormitorio,
which Is the sleeping car. The third class
car has four rows Of broad seats. Two
Of the rows run down the sides of the
car, as n our street cars, and down the
middle there are two rows, back to back.
No one gets in this car on the American
side. The second class car is a fair day
coach. The first class is something like
a chair car, and great many Americans
get in this. AS the train starts across
the river the conductor comes through
and says: "Please open your grips. The
customs officials Will be here at once."
You wonder what on earth they are 60
! Ding to do But here they come.
First-very dark, agile, bright-eyed
Mexican under tall, oonical black hat
with silver cords around it and silver
ornaments on it He carries in one hand
with great concern q little bottle Of glue,
in the other the glue brush He looks
ferocious and filled with a great passion
to glue something, and Go it immediately.
seeond-Nfexican gentleman Of lighter
complexion, common American SLOUGH hat
on. armed with handful of small labels.
about the size of drug store label. He
follows close on the heels of M. Glue
bottle
Third-Modest young Mexican, with a
high, undecorated sombrero on; tirnid and
palpably embarrassed. Follows closely on
the heels of Senior Label.
Fourth-Dark, bright-eyed Mexican In
American dress, the Oldest man in the
group, and giving you the idea that he
knows what he is about
This procession goes to the rear end Of
the car and works forward. They strike
our grips first. The oldest man looks on
only The modest young man puts his
hand down in the grip, Nturns over one of
my collars; reaches into the other grip
and lifts UP a hatr-brush and carefully
puts it back Then Glue-pot charges UP,
dashes little stain of glue on the grip
and passes on, while his partner jabs a
reads: "Reconocido en- Ia Aduana de Enc
30, 1900 Cuidad Juarez" 1 don't know
what that means. There is only one rip
pie in the routine A man pats paste
board box and says Seeds" Glue-pot
stops. Senior Label stops Wise old man,
modest young man stops. The man pats
the paste-board box again and says once
more, Seeds" Glue-pot looks at Label;
Label looks at Modest Young Man; Mod
est Young Man looks at box "Just
Seeds" says the man again. Well, Glue
pot and the rest took his word for it,
stuck a label on it and went on 1 think
the box really contained seeds.
Mr.. Sam Mountain, formerly of wich-
tia, accompanied US across the river He
wanted US to get glimpse of Mrs. Rich.
Mrs. Rich killed her husband, an Anleri-
can, in Mexico. We lodged up the streets
Of Juarez, winding in and out among the
squat windowless houses-that is, mostly
windowless, for some of the more preten-
tdous have long windows with light bars
set out several inches from the walls.
Finally we turned into an avenue and
saw a long row of adobe buildings with
the windows barred and an open door re-
vealing the interlacing steel of a strong
door within But your idea Of the prison
Is not formed from this. In front of the
low door sit three figures which seemed.
at first, to have strayed out of the dec
ade Of 1S4o-1S50. These figures are Next
can soldiers, and their hat is the high,
stiff cap with the top-knot sticking I'D in
front. Their suits are blue with red fac
ings. Each had gun. an unusually long
gun. All were sitting. Our companions
voice dropped. Third window" he said.
''They don't like you to talk to- her.
have. but they don't like It" A rather
small woman, with straw-yellow hair.
not marked in countenance by anything
remarkable, except two fever-brfliant
eyes, came into view as we passed the
window designated. She raised and low
cred her arm, and It was not. and was. a
gesture reckoning us Mr. Mountain said.
after we had passed by. that sympathy
for Mrs Rich had died out. She has been
sentenced to fourteen years in this little
coop. From her window she can see
every day the church. 400 years old. and
back Of the church and between her and
X, every Sunday she can see a little
space fill I'D with all sorts Of gambling
devices; and a little to one side Of this
she can see the rough circus erected for
the bull-1ghts and hear every Sunday the
wild applause which punctIates that
sport Fourteen years with this outlook
is discouraging. and whoever or what
ever this woman is. YOU resent her isola-
ton there just as you resent Mrs. May
bricks.
Speaking of the circus for the bull
fights, 1t is a very wretched affair Of
pine. roughly put up and having. so far
es the seats go. every appearance Of dis
co--fort- Two or three SUNDAYS ago John