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. I 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 Presl-
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-
Nscated. Ernesto guards them. And
who knows what may happen in
Mexico? They that live by the sword
shall die by the sword.
But II is the women who bear the
burden Of sorrow.
Francesca Madero. Sr., and his boys
Raoul. Gabriel. Evaristo are ganiel
and courty smiling deferential and
with nothing to say
My mother" said Raoul gently.
placing one arm about old Sonora
Macero, the mother of fourteen chill
dren. Here was a grief-striCken
woman with quivering 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 a closed car
rlage only 10 pace back and forth
in the narrow garden at the back
Angelica stood next to her mother.
She is just seventeen. a naive sweet
faced girl.
This is our baby says her father.
one hand fondling her ripping.
glossy black hair Life still has It's
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 20 pay the soldiers
who rose agains, Porf!r.o Diaz VINO
followed her husband tirelessly from
camp to camp through the long cam
paign. nursing the wounded. soiacing
the dying. holding UP the hope OF
freedom 10 the fighters who were
left.
This is the woman who went from
one embassy Z another in the City %
Mexico, begging the diplomats 20 pre-
vent the tragedy. And they all Sml-
bzssaG0T N 4son himself assured her
the night before the President was
shot that she had nothing to fear.
"HueCta viii surely kill my hus-
band" she told him You can stop
IT, Your government will not allow
this thing 10 be. Save hint"
Sonora. they would not dare COM
NIT violence" he told her soOthingly.
Not 3 day later the shot was fired
that killed the only man HuerJa and
his hackers feared
Sonora Francesca Made-o is little
and slight in stature. She does not
look strong. There Is the same
strained. startled look Of questioning
misery IN her ewes that you see 2
those % the mother beside her And
they sit very near together. Ciasplug
hands these two. for they are one
IN sorrow.