The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-10-27
(san FrancIseo Argonaut.l

(San Francisco ArgoEaut)
The old sluggish monster of revolu-
ton. long since drugged to sleep, some
link TO death, yet sometimes stirs.
It's movements are dream movements.
its snake-liSe convolutions are harm
less. 1t is merely the habit of the dead
past. when Diaz was not yet Power,
which causes the beast to heave its
lethargic signs and open up, from time
10 time. a red orb devoid Of meaning.
Up over the Cuernavaca RAILROAD
comes now the military detachment
lately sent into Guerrero. The little
company eats dinner by the Cuernava-
ca station Five lank soldiers in san
ddls sit at a distance on the ground; ;
and. whereas all the others are gay
thNse i've sit depressed with gloom, re-
Ialiug a strange Laing-
Inc heart of Guerrero. state of gold
en- miracles. IS not yet opened to the
world. Mountains and mysteries shut
IL away from modern life. Away down
south, 200 miles from the railroad. is
me town of Three Sandals. Into it
came hve years ago. an American
named Stirge. He bought a mine and
worked it all alone, and they said ne
stacked up gold in an adobe house as
nigh as the roof He was tall, with
siiken beard, feline grace, mild, deep,
unreal eyes. Gold turned his head;
b'i1 Audht MS mousse an empire, Inree
Sandals the center of the universe. He
dreaned Of severing this southern land
from Mexico, and insane ideas of a
monarchy came to him.
fhe chief of police was fat and fab
BY, and often full of pulque. He lived
in . large house on the plaza by the
palms. His sister was a beauty, aged
19. named Otlia.
"Otilia. 1 call you a failure" COM
planned the chief, drinking three quarts
OF pulque in the patio, while she
lounged languid under those enormous
yellow flowers called 'cups-Of-g gold"
'Manjarrez killed himself for you.
Elias slew Negrete for you. Oil
wares robbed the hacienda to buy
you a ruby, and was shot. The gov
ernor at ChilpancingO made a fool of
himself for you. BAH what good is
all this if you cannot find out the
revolutionary schemes of that cursed
American, and save my reputation. I
want to kin him. and alas,"-with a
comic shrug, spilling pulque-"there is
no way.
Hang him by his sweet. soft beard,
Pepe. my love" said she, with a smile
'But,-the shadow of an excuse, 1
TnOw he plots, but never finger can
.ay on him. Make him fan in love with
you. witch: worm IL out of him. Our
equation IS at stal1c."
She dreamed lying there graceful,
beautiful. mischief In her languid eye
81 win." she said and plucked a cup
of-gOld and buried her flushed face
therein.
She was shrewd. She was not of the
dashing type She was leisurely re-
served. She had watched Stirge for
months. she knew him slightly; she
had smiled at him. Into her deep
thinking came the knowledge that
there was som ething OF the mystic in
his nature, that mystery might win
him where other means would fail
Every evening at she wrapped her
self in black rebozO so that eyes
glowing and portions of a face arti-
fcially pale were seen beneath lustrous
hair. Then. solemn. sad. a moving sta
tue. she walked to and fro. to and fro,
before the Americans house. When he
stood in the door, stroking his silken
beard. and gazed OF her. she nodded
a heavy sigh. At dusk. having walked
TO and fro for an hour. she sighed
more heavily still and went away.
After one week of this mystery the
form Of Otilia began to haunt him. She
was very beautiful, said he There
were lurking in her eyes vast dreams
restlessress, towering ambitiOns-ah!
like his own. like his own. He tossed
in the night. somehow drawn TO
her. After all. was it good to
be lonely? with such a mate
to what grand heights might any
man not soar, So, from seeing
her by chance. he came to watch
for her. and when she passed his hand
was frozen on his beard. or burned
with fire that ran in all his blood.
Meanwhile a plan to overthrow the
towns authorities. to gather men. TO
march on Chilpancingo, took form. Two