Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-09-18

WIS AOS0Ou anu copper oOllom gave
his best They dashed into Fortuna
like a whirlwind. and Hooker raised
his voice In a high yell.
"I~nsurrectosl" he shouted. "Ladro-
mes! Pr-onto a Fortuna!"
There was a rush, a moments ST.
lence, and then heads appeared from
every window and women ran cream
ing with the news. Aragon came rush.
ing from the store and confronted him
angrily; then, reading conviction in
his tones, he called for horses and ran
frantically into the house.
A shrill screech came from the hill
side, where a serving-woman had
scampered to view the valley, and, as
she pointed her finger and screamed,
mothers laid hold of their little ones
and started up the valley on foot.
Still the men ran about in the horse
pen and Aragon adjured his women
folk in the house. Burning with inn
patience, Bud spurred his way to the
corral where they were fumbling with
reata and rigging and dropped a rope
on the first horse he saw. Then he
snatched a side-saddle from a trem-
bling peon and slapped it on the
brute's back. Grabbing up the bride,
he led the horse back to the house and
bridled 1t while he shouted for haste.
Still the women tarried, and the
sound of galloping came from the
south. Then, as all seemed lost, the
Mexicans came humping out from the
stable with the family coach. Aragon
and his wife leaped in, and Gracia,
neatly attfred in a riding-skirt, came
tripping down the steps.
Even in such times as these she
seemed to realize her first duty to
herself, and Hooker had to gaze for a
moment before he helped her up. She
offered her foot and vaulted lightly
into the saddle; the coach went pound
ing on ahead; and as the servants
scattered before her she %galloped off
at the side Of Bud.
Behind them the rumble of distant
hoofs rose up like the roaring of wa
tiers, and the shrieks of fleeing women
echoed from the roadside, but once
safely in the canyon their lead was
never lessened and, with coach-horses
galloping and positions flashing from
both sides, the whole cavalcade swept
into the plaza while the town of For
tuna went mad.
Already the great whistle was blow
ing h%oarsely, its deep re~verberations
~ If~r x1o o4r {rown hlo Cd 10 Nth Fen.
Americans we're running back and
forth, distributing arms and rushing
their women to cover; Don Juan, his
| chin quivering with excitement, was
imploring all corners to be calm; and
the Aragons, coming flying up to the
door, added the last touch to the panic.
They with their eyes had seen the
rebels; they were riding In from the
south! Other men, equally excited,
ewore they were coming from the
north, and a disorderly body of So
nora miners, armed as If by magic
! with guns which had long lain hidden,
banked themselves about the store and
office and clamored for more and more.
cartridges. Then a rip of gun-f1re.
echoed from across the canyon, and
the miners made a rush TO the attack.
The whistle. which had obscured all
sound as a cloud obscures the light,
stopped suddenly In its roar, and the
crowd at the hotel became calm. The
superintendent, a wiry, gray-haired
little man, with decision in every
movement, came running from his
fort-like house on the hill and ordered
all the women to take shelter there
and take their children with them.
So, while the rifles ratified and stray
bullets began to knock mud from the
walls, they went struggling up the hill,
rich and poor, patrician and peon,
while the air was rent by the walls
of the half-Indian Mexican women,
who held themselves as good as cap
tured by the r~evoltosos, concerning
whose scruples they entertained no
illusions.
The women of the ~aristocracy bore
themselves with more reserve, as be-
fitting their birth and station, and the
Americans who gathered about them
with their protecting rifles pretended
that all would be we'll; but in the
minds of every one was that same
terror which found expression in the
peon wall and, while scattered rebels
and newly armed miners exchanged
volleys on both sides of the town, the
non-combatant Americans sought out
every woman and rushed her up to the
big house. There, If worst came to
worst, they could make a last stand,
or save them by a ransom.
So, from the old woman who kept
the candy stand in the plaza to the
wives of the miners and the cherished
womenfolk of the landowners, they
were all crowded inside the broad halls
Of the big house; and seventy odd
Americans, armed with company rifles,
paced nervously along the broad veran-
das or Dunched lOoDholeS in the adobe