The Alaska citizen., 1911-10-02
A Soldier
 Just for Fun

A little Mexican stood on the tips | of his toes and Clasped his arms around the neck of a big. broad shouldcred American machinist in a room thick with tobacco smoke in the town of Madeira. in Northern
 Mexico. one night last spring. I Tive Madero," shrieked the small
 man. hugging the big one to his ! bosom.
 Sure, yive Madero." replied the | big man. and grinned, for il was all
 more than half joke to him That was the way |. Arthur Glattly. Mis- 1 sourian. happened to stop being a breadwinner to become soldier of | fortune in the Mexican army of lib-
 eration
 ]. Arthur woke up next morning in an insurrecto camp. and every morn | ing for nine weeks thereafter it was bugle and not q factory whis | tie that called him to his days work. Glattly's first two weeks of
 army If eweie spent in OroZcos command. and they weren't especial ! ly exciting weeks. The volunteer soldiers rode around on horseback
 and lived in the hills. eating beef and tortilas. Tortilas are flat cakes of unraised bread, and unless they are very well made have much of ! cult
 Then one day came J. Arthur's ] chance. OroZco wanted courier to 1 take q message over to the little body of troops commanded by Fran cisco l. Madero, the provisional | president. and Glattly was chosen to ride with the message. He delivered
 it and stayed with the little Amer. ! ican legion which was fighting with ! Madero and Garibaldi A little later
 came his first real fight in the battle ! of Casas Grandes.
 I'd never been under fire before" l Glattly said. telling about il, and be. ! lieve me. if l had seen real good 1 chance to dig out, I'm afraid I'd | have taken it. l know. though. that | if l ran the insurreCtos would shoot | than the federal soldiers. so de { cided the safest thing to do was to stay and fight"
 The fight began about | o'clock in | the morning, when il was just light enough 10 see dimly. A little squad | of Americans. of which Glattly was a member came suddenly face to face with d body of men utside the town.
 "Qui vive?" the strangers called.
 Fighting With the Tongue. Tive Madero!' came the answer ing shout through the half light. and
 with flash of rifle fire Cuellar's | Black Horse cavalry. the pick of the DiaZ troops at Casas Grandes. replied and the battle was on. Then d funny thing happened.
 There was a fellow in our Amer ican bunch" Glattly said. who call ed himself Fighting Bob Evans 1 He'd been telling everybody for two
 weeks about how he thirsted for blood - a regular eat -em-alive sort flashed cut. Fighting Bob threw down his gun and headed the other way. Where aie you going, Bob?' some l body shouted.
 I'm going to get to hell out of here, Fighting Bob yelled, and he did - we never saw him again until after the capture of Juarez The Mexican soldiers of Madero's army were responsible for our de feat. Soon after the firing began they broke and retreated across the bridge, in spite of all Madero's ef- 1 forts to stop them. Four hours the American Legion as they called us, fought, standing in their tracks. un- able to see half the time for the dust, and with bullets flying all around them
 Another fellow who fought for all that was in him was Garibaldi He had bunch of dynamite hand grenades and he was right up al the edge of town, tossing his bombs among the houses and at the federal soldiers, as calm as if he was play ing horseshOes. He was the last man out of Casas Grandes when the retreat was finally sounded
 The Debonair GaribaIdi.
 "Garibaldi was old at the soldler of fortune business, and he knew more about military tactics than most of the rest of the insurrecto slender man of about 30, slightly stCOp-shouldered, and with blue eyes so kindly they are almost tender. And Garibald is sport, too-always managed to keep himself looking well. He used to wear little fuz- zy, Alpine soft hat-the kind college boys wear"
 From CaSaS GrandeS MaderO led