Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-09-25

rushing to see what had happened he
turned Copper Bottom in his tracks
and came back like streak of light.
Look out, you ugly mans dog!" he
shouted, whirling his rope as he rode;
and then, amid a chorus Of indignant
protests, he chased the yelping Brindle
down the lane and through hole in
the fence. Then, with no harm done,
he rode back up the street. smiling
amiably and looking for more dogs to
rope.
In the door Of the store stood Ara
gon. pale with fury, but Bud appeared
not to see him. His eyes were turned
rather toward the house where, on the
edge of the veranda, Gracia Aragon
I,and her mother stood staring at his
EAntics. tA9 3 ~ SSs
I"Good morning to you. ladies!" he
saluted, taking OF his sombrero with
flourish; lovely weather. amt it?"
And with his tongue In his cheek and
roguish glance at Aragon, who was
struck dumb by this last effrontery, he
went rollicking after his pardner. send.
ing back a series of joyous yips.
Nov that sure does me good" he
confided to Phil. as they rode down
between cottonwoods and struck into
the muddy creek. mo sense in 1t, but
1t gets something out of my system
that has kept me from feeling glad.
Did you see me bowling to the ladies'?
Some class to that bow-no? You
want to look out-I got my eye on that
gal, and I'm sure hard one to head.
Only thing is, wouldn't like the old
man for father-in-law the way mat
ters stand between us now"
He laughed boisterously at this wit
ticism, and the little Mexican chill
dren, playing among the willows.
crouched and lay quiet like rabbits.
Along the sides of the rocky hills,
where the poems had their midland
rock houses, mothers came anxiously
to open doors; and as they logged
along up the river the Chinese gar
deners. working in each separate nook
and eddy of the storm-washed creek
bed, stopped grubbing to gaze at them
inquiringly.
Wonder what's the matter with
them chinks?" observed Bud, when his
happiness had ceased to effervesce;
they sit up like a village of prairie
dogs! Whole country seems to be on
the rubber neck Must be something
doing"
That's right" agreed Phil; did you
notice how those poems scattered when
rode down the street? Maybe there's
been some insurrectos through. But
say-listen!"
He stopped his horse, and in the
silence a bugle-call came down the
wind from the friction of Fortuna
"Soldiers!" he said. Nov where
did they come from? was in Fortuna
day before yesterday, snd-well. look
at that!"
From the point of the hill just ahead
of them a line of soldiers came into
view. marching two abreast. with a
mounted officer In the lead.
Aud. SACidiiHSu buu Will CoAfiS-
ton; they've started something down
below. This is that bunch of federals
that we saw drilling up at Aqua Ne
gra."
Yep" admitted De Lancey regret
fully; II guess you're right for once
the open season FOR rebels has begun"
They drew out Of the road and let
them pass-a long. double line of
shabby infantrymen, still wearing their |
last years straw hats anS summer uni
forms and trudging along in tapping
sandals.
In front we're two men bearing lam
terms. to search out the way by night;
slatternly women. the inevitable camp
followers, trotted along at the sides
with their bundles and babies; and as
tho little brown men from zacatecas.
each burdened With his heavy gun and