Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1914-08-27

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Americans think that everybody with
red hair is Irish Why, the most beau
tiful women in Madrid have ohestnst
hair as soft as the fur Of a dormouse
1t is the old Castilian hair. and they
are proud Of it. The Sonora AragoD
married beneath her station-it was
in the City of Mexico, and she did not
know that he was an Indian-but she
Is very nice lady for all that and
never omits to bow to me when she
comes up to take the train. | remem-
Der one time"
Does Cruz Mendez work for him 2"
interjected De Lancey desperately.
mo, indeedn' answered Don Juan
patiently; che packs in wood from the
hills-but as | was saying" and
from that he went on to tell Of the I'M
failing courtesy of the Sonora Aragon
to gentleman whom, whatever his
present station might be, she recog-
nized as member of one of the Oldest
families in CASTLE.
De Lancey did not press his in
quiries any further, but the next morn
ing. instead of riding back into the
hills, he and Bud turned their faces
down the canyon to seek out the elusive
Mendez They had, Of course, been
acting a part for Don Juan, since Kru-
ger had described Old Fortuna and the
Senior Aragon with great minuteness.
And now, in the guise of innocent
strangers, they rode on down the river,
past the concentrator with its multiple
tanks. it's gliding tramway and noun
tains of tailings, through the village OF
Indian houses stuck like dugouts
against the barren hill--.then along q
river bed that oozed with Stockings I'M
til they came in sight of the town.
La Fortuna was an old town, yet not
as old as its name, since two Fortunes
before 1t had been washed away by
cloudbursts and replaced by newer
dwellings. The settlement itself was
some four hundred years old, dating
back to the days OF the Spanish con.
quistadores, when it yielded up many
muleloads Of gold.
The present town was built little
up from the river in the lee of a great
ridge Of rocks thrust down from the
hill and well calculated to turn aside
glut Of waters. 1t was comfortable
huddle OF whitewashed adobe build
ings set on both sides OF narrow and
irregular road--the great trail that led
down to the hot country and was worn
deep by the pack-trains of centuries.
On the lower side was the ample
store and cantina of Don Cipriano,
where the thirsty arrieros could get
drink and buy panoche of sugar
without getting down from their
mounts. Behind the store were the
pole corrals and adobe warehouses
and the quarters of the poems. and
across the road was the mescal still.
where, in huge copper retort and
worm, the fiery liquor was distilled
from the sugar-laden heads of Yuccas.
This was the town. but the most i'm
portant building-set back In the
shade of mighty cottonwoods and
pleasantly aloof from the road-was
the residence of Senior Aragon. 1t was
this, in fact, which held .he undivided
attention of De Lancey as they rode
quietly through the village. for he
had become accustomed from long
experience in the tropics to look for
something elusive, graceful and femi-
nine in houses set back in garden.
Nothing stirred. however. and having
good reason to avoid Don Cipriano.
they logged steadily on their way.
Some housed" observed Phil. with
last hopeful look over his shoulder.
"Uh." assented Bud, as they came
to fork in the road. Say" he con
tinued, "let's turn of on this trail
Lot Of burro tracks going out-expect
it's our friend. Mr.. Mendez.
IAN right" said De Lancey alb
sently; wonder where old Aragon
keeps that beautiful daughter of his
the one Don Joo-an was telling about
Have to stop on the way back and
sample the old mans mescal."
Nothing doing!" countered Hooker
instantly. Now you heard what ]
told you-there's two things you leave
alone for sixty days-booze and WON
en- After we cinch our title you can
get as gay as you please.
"Oo-ee!" piped Phil, hear the boz
talk!" But he said no more Of wind
and women, for he Enew how they do
complicate life.
They rode to the east now. follow
ing the long, fat footprints of the bur
ros, and by all the landmarks Bud
saw that they were heading straight
for the old Eagle Tail mine. At Old
Fortuna the river turns west and at
the same time four canyons came in
from the east and south. OF these
they had taken the first to the north
and it was leading them past all the
old workings that Kruger had spoken
about. In fact. they we're almost 81
the mine when Hooker swung dow
suddenly from his horse and motioned
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