The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1901-07-19

lou uOnt Know WuhI u huhi' "
here. None Of your people do. How
can 'ou, living as you do? But know
] had a home once, and I'm going bach
TO IT,"
The strength which had come with
his excitement left the old mnn nnc
he sank down ON the bench. Manuel
thinking to quiet him. brought him the
mescal bottle. Chamberlain drank
but clung TO the idea fixed In his mint
To Manuel such n thing was worse
than folly. II was sheer madness. foi
the old man had told him many q time
OF the trouble which had made him
fee the states and which had made
the Rio Grandc the boundary Oft for
hidden land. The thought Of what he
might lose financially did not enter his
head. with long years Of association
he had come to like the old man. and
Drunken Gringo' though he wns--m
wanted to save him from harm. Thii
idea was strong In him. and he u
ricd for two or three men whc- he
thought. might have influence witt
Chamberlain. They came and they
argued their best. but the old man wa'
firm.
II tell you I'm going back" he in
sisted. "I'm cpinc back, even II they
do get me-"
"Ilc'll have changed his mind by to
morrow said the jcfe poliilco. "Thcy
sny the prisons in his land are worse
than those we have. and
A significant shake Of the head
showed what the jcfc thSught.
Hut on the morrow old man Cham
bcrlnln was us firm as ever. The music
box was picked up and repaired. and
the mescal bottlr was rcnlled. Manuel
aud his friends argued. Al In vain.
Finally they held a consultation. II
was In one end OF The caniinn. In the
other old man Chamberlain was lis
iening to the music box and fitting to
It's Mrs the wordsi 'l'm going back.
I'm going back. I'm going hack again"
When the consul;ation was ended,
Manuel came to him.
"I'm going back. I tell you" said the
old man. his voice keeping time 10 the
music.
Isl. u. You shall gu back answered
Manuel. "But I will GO back with You.
Then. perhaps. they won't get you.'
"I'm going back. I'm going back,
Pm yoiny bnct p,aln." prr.I.ied old
mn, chomh.ri,t, ,s On. mp.ie hoy
continued In shaLinply grind ont IT'S
tunes.
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chamberlain crooned his one refrain.
INT n. listened Ia III, ARGUMENTS. lie
Ind no money. and Manuel could not
pnv The expenses to New York. That
lid not matter to the old man. New
York was n dream so far In the past
that II had ceased "a he real. Hot the
United states sim existed Tor him. and
N he could step font In them once
mnrr he would he content. So II was
arranged.
The next night ms the Mexican Cen.
trail train drew into Ciudad Juarcz I'VE
men got on. One was Manuel; the
other was the "Drunken Gringo." II
was still light. and slowly. by back
H'lfflH' 'h'N Wh'f 'h'H WY ~ " NU'
loon. There n bottle OF mescnl was
secured. When II WIS empty Manuel
went to the door and looled nut.
Come he said III Is time
Old man Chamberlain totterlngly
rose from his chair. lie drew him
self ms erect rs he could, and walked
to the street. In his hand he held the
empty mescal bottle. which he had
been grasping us II stood on the table.
Slowly Manuel led the way to the
stretch Of dry sand which. for geo.
graphical purposes. Is called n river.
".\rr you sure? Il this the way?"
asked the old man, Ms they stumbled
along.
~. 81. I am sure. 7 know the
way" replied Manuel,
Gradually they went down "a sandy
incline. Then they crossed n small
plain cut MP nv minute nrroyos Then
there was "A sharp ascent.