Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-04-07

lombia. But now the people began t,2 tire of Bogota The daily journa.@ voiced vague hints of tyranny. Sta1. thy whins, elusive scents of La "a. pcrmcated the Chilomhian atmosphere.
 The wedding day arrived. CahailcEo and his best man set out for the cathe- dral. As they turned corner the per fumc of an invisible ri@arro driited {" the dictator's no2trilS. lie palrtl and became silent It Was La Paz. The tide was turning, The revolutionary pendulum had begun ils counter sWta"
 But he determined at any rate. to make sure of Esmcrelda. He waited at the church for half an hour. Then came a messenger posthaste from the D'Estes household to say that the wedding must be indefinitely post poned. Esmcrcda had fled that morn ing to the mountains with LochinNar
 Caballcro was furious. He urged immediate pursuit. Papa DEstcs and his sons procrastinated. They spoke l casually of Lochinvar's well known l skill with pistol and rife. Finally the | dictator started on the trail of the lov- CTS. The father and the seven breth- ren followed but without enthusiasm.
 In the middle of the afternoon they came in sight of Lochinvar and Els merelda hastening along narrow road cut in the rocky wall of deep canyon Just ahead d swinging bridge of ropes and wooden crosspieces span ned the river sullenly murmurng 3.O0O feet below. On the other side of the gorge the road ran north to Bogota, south to La PaZ. Once across, if the fugltivcs could destroy the bridge they would be safe.
 Caballero shouted triumphantly and spurred his jaded horse forward. Iocl1- invar hastened across the span with Esmerelda Ere they reached the mid dle the dictator had diSmounted and set foot upon the swaying structure.
 Lochinvar looked back and took in the situation He drew his machete. One quick slash, and the left cable sprang asunder. The bridge hung quivering. Heedless of the cry of hor- TOT behind, he dropped his knife, gath cred the fainting Esmerelda ill his arms and staggered across to safety.
 The dictator was so far advanced that it was as safe for him to keep on as to return. Just as the last strands parted he gained the solid rock not fifty feet behind the fugitives who l were hurrylnG toward La Paz. With a cry of triumph he started in pursuit.
 A shout from the other side made him halt He l6,'lel across the gorge. There stood the D'I.stes family ill line. eight Ma,:Snrs swung calclessly in their left hands. eight monitory right fore fingers pointing toward Rosota. Thc dictator was on the wrong side of the river. For hundred miles either way there was no other bridge It would be days before he could get back to the capital of Chilombia. Meanwhile the new revolution would have made his presence unnecessary.
 Caballero took step toward La Paz. Seven Mausers went up to seven right shoulders. all but. little brother Cristo- fero's, who was left handed. His went up to his left Eight forefingers touch ed eight triggers.
 Caballero stopped. He was too good mark against the rock. He faced about and maledicted the entire male branch of the house of D'Estes living and dead, born and unborn. Papa D'Estes smiled grimly. lowered his Mauser and lit a La PaZ cigarro. Dit to Brother Alfonso Ditto all the oth- CTS It was as good as comic opera.
 After Caballero grew weary of CUTS ing he turned his steps toward Bogota.
 The D'Estes family camped in the road that night to make sure he would not try to repass in the darkness. Then they returned to Chilombia and engi- neered the revolution that put them ill control of the state and fulfilled the parents most ambitious dreams for their seven sons.
 When Lochinvar and his bride came back after their honeymoon, they were received with open arms. Everybody in town was smoking La Paz, and they were still drinking aguardiente.