Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-15

the rest under sentence II they set
foot in Mexico, Mercedes last words
on her wedding day were these:
Il hope Huerta hears my accusa-
ton every hour Of the day. hope
it rings in his ears every night. He
was my brothers trusted friend. He
sold him for money, ] know. Look
what he has done to my old mother.
Look at my father, at my brothers.
my sisters. at her most of all
Francesco's widow! But we are pa
tient. The hour waits"
Sails On Honeymoon.
She has sailed for a trip around
the world with the man she loves.
Senior Canalizo, grandson Of a Presi-
dent of Mexico. She is young and
beautiful Life holds rare promise
for her happiness.
Men, women and children, the Ma
dero family came here by boat and
by rail-one six hundred miles on
horseback-to escape, and found ref
uge among friends Twenty five IN
all, each with the mark Of death on
them. al they return to Mexico they
die. Huerta takes no chances.
And the men Of the Madero family
understand and are patient. as Mer-
eedes said. The hour waits. II they
stay away their lands are not con-
fiscated. Ernosto guards them And
who knows what may happen in
Mexico? They that live by the sword
shall die by the sword.
But IL is the women who bear the
burden Of sorrow.
Francesca Madero, Sr.. and his bows
Raoul, Gabriel Evaristo. are geniel
and courtly smiling deferential and
with nothing to say,
My mother" said Raoul gently,
placing one arm about old Sonora
Aade.o. the mother Of fourteen chill
dren. Here was griof-Stricken
woman with Iu.vcring lips and wide
blue eyes that seemed TO stiu see
before them the faces OF her two
lost boys. She has never left the
house since they brought her there
three months ago in closed car
rage only 20 pace back and forth
in the narrow garden at the back.
Angelica stood next to her mother.
She is just seventeen. ii naive. sweet
faced girl.
This is our baby" says her father,
one hand fondlnE her ripping.
glossy black hair Life still has its
blossoms for her"
It surely holds none for the wom-
an behind her Sara Percy Madero.
Gems Paid Soldiers.
This is the woman who had sold
her own jewels to- pay the soldiers
who rose against P1rfiri0 Diaz waJ
followed her husband tigelrssIy from
camp To camp through the long cam
paigu, nursing tine wounded. sOlacing
the dying. holding up the hope Of
freedom 10 the fighters who were
left.
This is the woman who went from
one embassy t another in the city If
Mexico. begging the diplomats 70 pre-
vent the tragedy. And they all Smil-
ed at her and Gained her fears. Am
DassatsJT Wilson himself assured her
the night before the President was
shot that she had nothing 10 fear
"Huerta will surely kin my hus-
bano, she told him. You can stop
il. Your government viii not allow
this Trims 20 De. Save him"
Sonora. they would not dare COM
init violence. he told her sO0thingiy.
Not a day later the sho, was fired
that killed the only man Huerta and
his hackers feared
Sonora Francesca Madero Is little
and slight in stature. She does not
look strong. There is the same
strained. startled look OF questioning
misery Ia her eyes that you see IA
those OF the mother beside her And.
they sir very near together. clasDing
hands these two. for they are one
in sorrow.