The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-10-02

asked for permission to clear the hill
While he was talking bullet from
there carried his hat away. The col
onel said: NO: those blankety blanl
Americans don't know any better;
"IM Stop IT,"
Another officer. dismounted. rushed
to the colonel. and. grasping his hand
begged for orders to charge the mesa
A bullet struck his forefinger and the
colonel was nearly pulled from his
saddle by the others agony.
Hi. there!" yelled Kosterlitzky in
a voice that needed no megaphone
Hi. there, YOU blankety blank Grin
goes. stop your shooting or we'll turn
loose on you:"
This was in perfect English and was
understood, The firing stopped Then
came a few hours of quick, effective
work by this human military machine.
He was tireless and fearless with
American and Mexican alike. There
We're some bad Americans there anG
they were soon on their way out OF
town. And bad MeXicans, too, were
clapped into Jail. a big posse of min
els across the border from Bisbee
We're loaded on to the cars and sent
away before they could pot any
"greasers." as they called the MeNi-
cans. and several hundred of pounds
Of giant powder and gallons Of Goa,
oil. which showed what they might
have experienced. were taken from the
strikers bound for the special train.
In a short time order was restored.
and the rurales. increased to 60. were
hi
looking the town on which the sharp
eye OF the dread colonel has since
been directed. 1t was there that
found him this morning. in little
house surrounded by the tents OF mis-
dispatches. for there are other camps
litzky is one of the few under officers
who communicate.
Direct With President Diax.
There was an army cot in one COR
ner of the little house. but the others
contained guns by the dozens. revol-
vers of huge size hung from the walls.
and saddles. saberS and other soldier
traps Uttered the floor Without stood
two soldiers on guard with drawn
swards, and there was no noise COM
ing from the camp, which looked re-
markedly clean for the time and place.
AS much could not be said for the
dark. understood troopers in bare feet
and ragged uniforms. but perhaps
that was not their fault nor their col
onel's. as their pay is only % cents
a day gold. and out of that they
must feed themselves. In spite OF their
poor appearance they looked a ragged
lot. careless and happy. and their con-
fidence in their commander and abil-
ity to fight under him form many
tale of border raids. long marches.
night attacks and victory against great
odds
This is as true now in the passing
hour OF the YaQuis as it was in the
days of the Apaches. The redoubt-
able colonel is a romantic figure In
this frontier country. His nationality
is frequently discussed, all sorts of
stories told OF lawless past. which
are all untrue. and spice is added by
the belief that he is deserter from
the United States army, also an I'M
founded assertion. That he is SOL
der born. bred and for love of it,
is true. and the story of his life loses
no zest in the manner of his telling
il.
A rap on the door OF the little house
in the camp on the hill caused, the
colonel to turn around from his writ
ing and say a welcome that could have
been heard mile but for the noice of
the big copper smelter near by. He
was dressed in duck uniform. SIM
pie shoulder straps and braided cap
alone denoting his rank. which his
card, reading Emilio Kosterlitzky
Teniente Corolen." shows is lieutenant
colonel. He explains in softer voice
for his mother. now dead. whose name
was Emelia. She was German wo-
man. and his father was Russian
and he was born 50 years ago in his
fathers camp in Manchuria, on the
Russian frontier.
Il ought to speak German" laughed
the colonel. but that is one of the
Never Could Conquer.
Ach. those big words. Spanish. Ital-
ian. French. English? Nothing to
them; the looks of them make ME
afraid. My mother could not learn
Russian nor my afther German They
mad Dlankety blank time OF 1t. My
wife says she could understand me
if | couldn't talk Mexican, and | guess
she could. Here, let me show you my
family.
Out from an old campaign chest
came the picture of group of three
children and tall, fine-looking Next
can woman, on which the colonel
gazed with evident pride. He began
to talk of home and his babies. But
| came to hear of wars and your deeds
afield, colonel" remarked. They
say you are a soldier OF fortune. ii
slayer of Indians, deserter from one
army and the survivor of others. Tell
me about it."
Again the voice rang out, this time
above the smelter. That I'm a de-
serter from the United States army
is blankety blank lie," he declared.
II have never served with it-yes. |