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. l know. Look
what he has done 10 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 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. II they return to Mexico they
die. Huerta takes no chances.
And the men Of the Madero family
understand and are patient. as Mer-
cedes said. The hour waits. II they
stay away their lands are not con-
fiscated. Ernesto 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. ST., and his boys
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
MaderO. the mother Of fourteen chill
dren. Here was a grief-stricken
woman with quiveriuE lips and wide
blue eyes that seemed to still 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 a closed car
rage only 70 pace back and forth
in the narrow garden at the back.
Angelica stood next to her mother.
She is Just seventeen. naive, sweet
faced girl.
This is our baby" says her father.
one hand fondling her ripping.
glossy black hair. Life still has its
blossoms for her"
II 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
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followed her husband urelessiy from
camp to camp through the long cam
paign, nursing the wounded, solacing
the dying, holding up the hope Of
freedom to the fighters who were
left.
This is the woman who went from
one embassy another in the CITY Of
Mexico, begging the diplomats TO pre-
vent the tragedy. And they all smil-
ed at her and Gained her fears. Am
bassaSvr Wilson himself assured he
the night before the President was
shot that she had nothing TO fear.
"Huerta viii surely kill my hus-
band" she told him. You can stop
il. Your government VIII not allow
this thing 10 be. Save him
Sonora, thoy would not dare com
nit violence" he told her soOtllng.y.
Not a day later the shot was fired
that killed the only man Huerta and
his hackers feared.
Sonora Francesca Madero IS little
and slight In stature. She does not
lock strong. There IS the same
strained, startled look Of questioning
misery IN her eyes that you see n
those OF the mother beside her. And
they sit very near together. clasping
hands. these two. for they are one
in SORROW.