Evening journal., 1914-08-25
BY WILLIAM G. SHEPHERD.
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United Press staff Correspondent.
MENICO CITY, Aug. 25.-(By mail
to New York Its different Mexico.
If all Jobs boils had burst at one and
the same time, and all the pain and
purple, fcveted swelling had disappeared
in one grand bang OF cores, Job might
have fell something like Mexico feels
today. The wonder TO a man who has
had a carbuncle lanced is that so much
pain can disappear IN such a short in
slant. And Mexico today Is like an ex.
sufferer of carbuncle-wondering and
happy and willing almost TO kiss the
surgeon.
a little, iron-grey haired Indian with
stubby moustache had dashed through
the streets of the capital one morning
in am automobile; he had ahghted at a
railroad station, climbed into a waiting
Pullman, said to the porter: "Hello, my
boy, glad to seen you! If you've got
anything to drink in this car bring me a
double cognac" The engine bell had
rung the conductor had shouted, "All
aboard the train had started-and the
core OF MeXico's carbunce had been eX-
PEELED. That railroad engine. No. p, was
the strongly drawing poulticc; Huerta,
| slipping his goodbye cognac. was the
core: the Mexican capital and all the
! land of Mexico was the happy patient.
There were hundreds of thousands OF
men in Mexico who slept soundly that
night for the first time in months. The
rich man slept peacefully in his man
sion because he knew that at last his
wealth was safe; the peon slept soundly
in mis- dobc hut because he knew that
Huerta. the man who in the dead of
night dragged poems from their beds
: and families and put them into his
starving army, had gone The wonder
OF it all, to rich and poor, was that
anything so small as Pullman car
did it, In the frabian Nights a fisher
man found on the seashore a small cas-
ket which contained the terrible geui
which, when released, was so huge in
size it filled the sky. So the Pullman
car. with a little iron-grey haired man
sleeping in his clothes. ON red plush
settco. inside, contained terror that
had been suspended over the natioI
like a vast cloud and that had hung
over the lives and homes of Mexico'i
men. women and children as the shadow.
of the dead volcanoes hang over beauti
full Mexico City.
Il is hard at first TO believe that Z
change had really come When de
parted from the capital on April p
bowling mobs were traversing tn
streets, yelling for Yankee blood I hai
slipped through the streets under Tn
tarpaulin Of a coach, TO the depot Tn
cable office had been closed to Ameri
can newspaper men and they had bee
: given to understand that they mus
: get out or go to Jail The only on
OF our number who was toolhard
enough TO stay had been arrested an
I had disappeared" and has never bee
found in any Jail or graveyard. II wa
| an ugly Mexico we left on April -.
II But no sooner was Huerta out tina
the American newspaper men weT
in. Il wasn't a comfortable job con
ing back either, because we could ne
realize how great and sudden th
change had been. II was after dar
when we drew into the railroad sta
ton. There were five of us, the frs
4 American correspondents to reutrI
One of MS had tried to enter the cap
tai once before and had been arreste
at the station. jailed and deporte
We arranged to leave the train singl