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BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Los individuos Julio Alvarez, Ramon
JusinO, Juan Rodriguez y Artemio Ro-
driguez sostuvieron unar ina tumultosa
en- Lajas, resultando los tres prlmeros
con varias heridas Todos fueron arres-
tados y puestos disposition del Juez.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

SEEK, secretario INFERNO de dicho tri-
hunal mientras Sc nombre ell Secreta-
lio en- pgopiedad, cargo vacante por re-
nuncia del senior Valdivieso, que 10 de-
sempenaba. Creemos que serla muy
aplaudido por merecerselo en- Justicia
que ell senor Bucalia, fuese nombrado
EN- propiedad.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Vaya I'd. por la mafiana a desayu-
narse en- LA CAFETERIA" famosa por
su cafe.
Oan Justo No. 6. San Juan, P. r.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Ell apreciable caballero don Antonio
komaguera, y su distinguida familia
,lle residen en- ell vecino pueblo de Sa-
mas, y pasaron en- esta ciudad varies
l1as, regresaron hoy su residencia.
Ell Inspector de alimentos de este
distrito senior Brau, que Sc encontraba
en- asuntos del servicio Ell la Isla, ha
aver esta ciudad.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Para un almuerzo suculento y eco
-omico, La CAFETERIA, famosa por su
cafe.
San Justo No 6. San Juan, P. R.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05
Manuel 'Mocetc PadiNa

+. .. Box 445 Telefono o.
ronce, p r.
Agente y Corresponsal, de var1os pc
1odlcos 1mpcrtantes de San Juan Ia
Isla y ell Extranero.
Acepta Agencias y Comisiones.
Representante del "BOLETIN MER-
CANTIL DE R"
Puede dar referencias,
Avdt.
GT~ ~~s ss-A~---,.ara
EFECTOS DE ESCRITORIOS.
EN- LA LIBERIA DEL BOLETIN.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

LA CAFETERIA" bate ell record en- cali
dad y precios, y en- su cafe con tostada.
oan Justo No. 6. San Juan, P. R.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Hoy salio para San Juan, despues de
iaber permanecido Ell esta ciudad va
rios dfas, ell detective Suarez, hijo del
doctor Florencio Suarez.
Regres6 hoy de San Juan, ell captain
Fernandez Mater, que Sc encontraba
disfrutando de cuatro dies de licencia.
Aver Sc fugo de la corte municipal ell
ndividuo Eleuterio Rivera, Ell momen-
tos Ell que Sc iba celebrar un juicio
contra ell
Aver por la tardc Ell el patio de
la lmportante casa comercial de esta
ciudad, de los Sres. Vidal Co.. con
una varilla de hicrro fu6 herido casual
mente Rafael Linardo. Ell policfa So
Ter, 10 condujo al Hospital Tricoche
onda fu6 curado
NJ. Mocete Padilla
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Sc estan hacienda grandes reformas
por la administration municipal Ell la
Plaza del Mercado.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

En- la Central Guanica y otras varias
haciendas de esta Jurisdiction ha da
do principle la zafra.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1914-12-05

Ell senior JESUS Vazquez, alto emplea
do de la casa de d. Jose Romaguera, La
jalido en asuntos de la expresada casa
para Guayama, de donde regresara dc
10y nfanana.
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Suddenly Overland. CHANGING
back. saw Tenlow stop and raise
hts arm. The tramp cowboy swung
Black Boxar half-round. and drts-
ing his unspurred heels in TO tbs
poBy's ribs. put aim straight
down the terrific slope of the
mountain at a run.
Tenlowss gun cracked. A spray
of dust rose ahead OF Boyar.
Look Look" cried Louise.
The deputy angered out OF hts
usual judgment. spurred his horse
directly down the footless shale
that the tramp had ridden across
diaeonaliy Look lie can't
the horse The other man
knew better than that" she
gasped. turning to the boy. He
waited-tIll he struck rock and
brush before he turned Boyar."
Can he rider" shouted Collie.
grinning. But the grin died 20 a
gasp. A burst of dust shot up
from the hillside. Tenlow's horse
stumbled and dove heading down
the slope. rolling over and over.
20 stop finally-a patch OF brown.
shapeless. quivering.
Continued Tomorrow
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CHAPTER II.
Water

All round him the waterholes
had gone dry. The little canyon
stream still wound down its
shaded course, so the prospeetor
felt secure.
Finally the stream disappear
ed. With the last of the water
he filled his canteen. Carefully he
slowed his gold in chamois
pouch and prepared to leave the
canyon. His burro had strayed
during the drought-was prob
ably dead beside some dry water
hole.
The prospeetor set out to cross
the range in the light of the stars.
Fearful that he might be seen,
panic warped his reasoning. He
planned to journey south along
the foothills, until opposite the
desert town and then cross over
to it. II he approached from
such a direction, no one would
guess his original starting place.
He knew of an unfailing water
hole two days journey from the
canyon. This water-hole was far
out of his way, but his canteen
supply would last till he reached
II.
Omfnous was his fall as he
crossed an arroyo. The canteen
struck a sharp point of rock that
started one of the seams.
When he arrived at the water
hole, that was dry. He changed
his plan. He struck straight from
the bills toward the railroad. He
would cross It, perhaps near a
water tank.
Toward the binding afternoon
of that day he stumbled across the
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CHAPTER Nv.
ANY Road, at Any Time, for Any
xUha.sa ~

The boy Collie took the empty
tomato can and went for water
with which to put out the fire.
Louise and Overland Red gazed
silently at the youthful figure
crossing the meadow. The same
thought was with both-that the
boys chance in life was still ahead
of him. Something of this was
in the girls eyes as she asked,
why did you come up here, so
far from the town and railroad? %
I'VE generally don't" replied
Overland Red. I'VE amt broke.
Co1lie's got some money. We got
out of grub from comm up here.
We come up to see the scenery. !
amt kiddin'; we sure did"
The fire spluttered as Collie ex-
tinguished 1t. Overland Red hand
ed the tobacco and papers to him.
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I'll be right back" she said.
She ran to the pony. From a
saddle pocket she took her own
lunch of sandwiches. She de-
layed her return to find the little
stock of cigarette papers and
tobacco she carried for any chance
rider of the Moonstone who might
be without them.
Collie, the boy tramp. glanced
up at Overland Red. II guess
she's gone" he said regretfully.
You're nutty, Collie. She ain
the kind to sneak off after sayin'
she's comm back. | know a boss
and real woman when | see 'em.
| was raised in the West, myself. "
But what do she want with us
boss?" asked the boy.
s'S-s-h-h! She's comm back.
Don't look so blame hungry! Amt
you got any style?"
She's the prettiest girl l ever
seem" said the boy.
Round the rock came Louise,
the packages of sandwiches in one
hand. In the other was the to-
bacco and cigarette papers. I'm
going to have my luncheon" she
said. IF you won't object, Ill
take a sandwich. The rest are for
you"
"Oh!" groaned Overland, grim
aeing. 'Sayi These her sand
witches is great But that't a good
pony you got, Miss. That your
saddle, too?"
Yes"
You rope any?"
"A little. How did you know"
"Rawhide cover to the saddle
horn is wore with a rope" said
Overland, helping himself to a
second sandwich.
Then the tramp and the girl dis
eussed rawhide riatas as compar-
ed with the regular three-strand
stock rope, or lariat-center-fire
three-quarter and double rigs
neither willing to admit the 9TH
er's superiority of chosen rig.
The sandwiches gone, Louise
| proffered Overland tobacco and
papers. Actual tears stood in the
ex-eowboy's eyes. "Smokei Me?'
he exclaimed. 81 was dyin' for it.
Id do time for you'll"
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A NOVEL
A w EEK
Next week
"BLUE ANCHOR NM
By Edwin Bateman Morris.

blazing bars of steel that marked
the railroad. His empty canteen
elattered on the ties as he fell.
He heard a man speak and an
other answer. He felt an arm
beneath his head, and water :.
Waterl
He drank, and his strength
famed up. II was not water they
gave him; IL was merely the taste
of it-a mockery. He wanted
more all!
He lurched TO his feet, strug-
Cling with a bearded giant that
held him from his desire - 10
drink until he could drink nc
more-to die drinking the water
they had taken from him even
as they gave it. He fought elind-
ly. He stumbled. A flash wiped
all things from his vision and the
long night came swiftly.
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uty.
Overland Limited" shouted
the tramp. dashing toward Boxar
With a spring he was In the sad
die.
Round swung Tenlow. cursing
Black Boyar shot across the
meadow. The tramp glanced back.
Tenlow's right hand went up and
his gun roared once, twice. /.
Collie threw himself In front of
Teniow's horse. The deputy
spurred the pony over him and
swept down the meadow.
Louise. angered In that the boy
had snatehed Boyar's reins from
her as Overland shouted. relented
as she saw the instant bravery in
the lads endeavor to stop Ten
lows horse. She stopped over
him. He rose stiffly.
"Ohi | thought you were hurt I"
she exclaimed.
..Nopei guess not. Let's
watch EN-, Miss" And he limped
to the edge of the meadow, fol-
lowed by Louise. There they
goi" he cried. Reds way ahead.
The sheriff gent can't shoot again
hes too busy ridin'."
The black pony flashed across
the steep slope of the ragged
mountain side like winged
thing. Louise shivered as the
loose shale, ploughed by the
pony's flying hoofs. slithered
down the slope at every plunge.
Can he ride?" shouted Collie.
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about comm up this here
trail?" he resumed. Well, Miss, II
was four years ago that l picked
up Collie here at Albuquerque.
His pa died sudden and left the
kid to find out what a hard map
this old world is"
Albuquerque? queried Louise.
"Uhuh. Later, comm acrost the
Mojave, we got thrun off freight
by mistake for a couple of SEWN
machines that we was ridin' With
to BaTstow, So the tickets On The
crates said. That was near Dag
gett, by the water tank. We beat
it for the next town, afoot. Collie
commenced to give out. He was
talkin' of green grass and cucum-
bers in the ice box and a lot of
things you cant find in the desert.
Well, | got him to his feet next
mornin'. We had some trouble,
and was detained a spell In Bar
stow after that. They couldn't
prove nothfn', so they let us go.
Then Collie got to talkin' about a
California road that wiggled up a
hill through a canyon, and had
one of these here old Mission
bells where 1t lot off for the sky
ranch. He dreamed of that road.
and told me so much about IL that
l got to lookin' for 1t too. |
knowed of the old FL Canine
Real and the bells, SO we kept
our eve peeled for that particular
found her yesterday"
What, this? The road to our
raneh?"
''Uhuh. Collie, he said so the
minute we got in that canyon,
Moonstone Canyon, you said"
And when you leave here"
aueried Louise.
Some old thin" replied
Overland, cheerfully. "We're
Twin, and that's all you need to
do in California"
And that is all-now that you
have found the road?"
"Oh, the road is like all of them
Dreams" said Overland. 1T was
| fun lookin' till we found it. Same
as them marriages on the desert,
after that"
Marriages."
"Uhuh. Seem water what
amt there, like"
| "Oh, miragesl" And Louise
laughed joyously.
What would you call it," de-
handed the tramp.
"Oh, an Illusion, a mirage.
something that seems to be, but
| that is not"
81 don't see where it's got any
thing on marriages, then, do you ?
But | amt genero1ly peppermistic.
l believe in folks and things, al
thought I'm old enough to know
| better"
I'm glad you believe in folks,
said Louise. so do T."
Its account of bein' a pote, /
guess" sighed the tramp. Didn't
know I was a pote? Course l
amt a professional. They got TO
have a license. I never took out
one, not havin' the money"
Wont you quote something's
The girl smiled bewitchming-
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CHAPTER III.
Ragged Romance

At the gate of the mountain
ranch stood the girl. Her black
saddle pony Boyar fretted to be
away. CHANGING back through the
cavernous shade of the live oaks.
the girl hesitated before opening
the gate. A little breeze, wayfar-
ing through Moonstone Canyon
and on up to the mountain ranch,
touched the girls cheek.
The gate swung open, and
Louise Lacharme, curbing Black
Boyar, rode out into the hot light
of the morning.
The road ran swiftly round the
eastern wall of the canyon.
On the rise beyond, the girl
drew rein at the beginning of the
Old Meadow Trail, a hidden trail
that led to a mountain meadow.
Boyar first scented the wood
smoke. Louise noticed his for
understanding ears. From down
the slope and almost hidden by
the bulk of rock, little wand of
smoke stood up in the MINDLESS
air.
ct can't be much of fire
yeti" exclaimed Louise, forever
watehful, as are all hill-folk, for
that red monster of destruction, a
mountain fire.
Louise dismounted and stepped
hurriedly round the shoulder of
the rock. A bristle-bearded face
confronted her. mo, IL amt
much of a fire yet, but our hired
girl she Joined a movin'-picture
outfit, so us two he-things are
doin' the best we can chasin' a
breakfast" And the tramp,
Overland Red, rag ed, unkempt,
jocular, rose from his knees be-
side a tiny blaze.
Unsmilingly the girls eyes
studied the tramp's face. Il was
Just making up my mind whether
I'd stay and talk with you, or
ask you to put out your fire and
go somewhere else. But l think
you are all right"
Overland Reds self-assuranee
shrunk a little.
You got my map all right" he
said. Course we'll douse the
fire when we duck out. But what
do you thing of Collie hee, my
pal? Is he all right?"
"Oh, he's only boy" said
Louise, glancing at the youth
crouehed above the fire.
The boy, a slim lad of sixteen,
watched the tomato-can coffee
pot intently. Louise could not
see his face.
Yes, Miss. I'm all right and
SO is he" And a humorous visit
fulness erept into the tramp's
eyes. "He's what you might call
a ehangeling.
"Changeling?"
| "Uhuh! Always changin'
around from place to place
when you're young. Amt that
it? Say, are we campin' on your
land?"
mo. This is government land,
from here to our line up above
the Moonstone Rancho, named
| after the canyon. But don't let
me keep you from breakfast"
Breakfast, eh2 No, you
amt keepin' us from our break
fast. 1t would take a whole
regiment to keep us from a break
| fast If we seen one runnin' around
loose without its pa or ma.
Louise Lacharme did not smile.
s. but, pshawi Boyar
was grazing near, and besides,
she was not really afraid.
She gazed at the tomato-can
coffee pot of second edition" cof-
fee. There was nothing else TO
grace the board, or rather rock.
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CHAPTER I.
The PrOSnacinr.

j nc hEODk&5CADEs
For five years he had journeyed
between the little desert station
on the Mojave and the range to
the north. The townspeople paid
scant attention to him. He was
simply another desert rat" obes-
sed with the idea that gold was
to be found in those northern
hills. He bought supplies and
paid grudgingly. No one knew
his name.
The prospector was much
younger than he appeared to be.
Slowly his mind had been
squeezed dry of all human inter-
est save the memory of a child 3
face-that, and the memory of
the child's mother. For ten years
he had been trying to forget. The
last five years on the desert had
dimmed the woman's visioned
face as the child came more often
between him and the memory of
the mother, in his dreams.
Finally the desert flung wide
the secret portals of her treasure
house and gave royalty like a
courtesan of kings.
A narrow canyon held his sec
ret. He had wandered into It.
PANIED a little black sand, and
found color. Finally he discov-
cred the fountain-head of the
boarded yellow particles that spell
Power.
He again journeyed to the
town beside the railroad, bought
supplies and vanished. Back in
the canyon he set about his labors
finding a numbing solace in toll.
In the desert town men began
to notice the regularity of his
comings and goings. Two or
three of them foregathered in the
saloon and commented upon it.
"He packed dynamite last
trip" asserted one.
"Then he's struck it at last,
said another.
The third man nodded. A
spurred and booted rider, his
swarthy face gray with dust
strobe in and called for whisky.
(which way did he go, Saun-
ders?" asked one.
North, as usual" said the
rider Nov, see here, boys, we
got to find out If he's filed on ii
yet, and what his name is, and
then"
"Mebby we'd better find out
where it is first" suggested one.
And then jump him?" querfed
the rider.
"And then jump him." chorus
ed the group. Hes out there
alone. It's easy"
Meanwhile the prospector toll
ed through the drought of that
summer boarding the little yellow
flakes he washed from the gravel
in the canyon.
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CHAPTER v.
"Can He Ride"


s.Can He Ride"
The tramp glanced up. address
ing the deputy. Yes. even now
there is something TO hinder, If I
was to get busy" Then he coolly
dropped his arms and leaned
against the rock. but I'm game
to take what's comm. IL youfl
just stick me up and extract the
hip I'll feel lots better. The lit
tie gun might get to shootin' by
herself, and then somebody
would get hurt"
Deputy Dick Tenlow advanced
and secured the gun.
Now" said Overland RED,
nov, / amt ashamed to look a
gun in the face. You see. Miss. Z"
he added turning to address the
girl, 81 was sheriff of Abilene
once, in the ole red-eye, rumpus
days. I have planted some citi-
zens in my time. You see, l kind
of owe the ones | did plant a
silent apology for lettin' this here
chicken-rancher get me so easy. I"
You talk big" said Tenlow.
laughing. Who was you when
you was sheriff of Abilene. eh?"
Jack Summers, sometimes
called Red Jack Summers" re-
piled Overland quietly.
Jack Summers"
Overland nodded. Take Il or
leave 1T. You'll find out some
day.
Something about the tramp's
manner inclined the deputy to be-
Iieve that he had spoken truth.
"All right" said Tenlow; lust
step ahead. Don't try the brush
or I'll drop you"
Course you would, said
Overland, stepping ahead of the
deputy's pony. But the bunch
you're takin' orders from don't
want me dead"
Il know there's a thousand dol
lars reward for you. | need the
money"
Overland Red grinned.
The boy Collie, recovering from
HIS surprise at the arrest, step
ped up to the sheriff. Where
do come in?" he asked. You
cant pinch Red without me. |
was with him that time the guy
croalxed out on the Mojave. Red
didn't kill him. They let us go
once. What YOU doin' pinchdn' us
again."
Louise whistled Boyar to her.
The little group ahead seemed to
be waiting for her. She led the
pony toward the trail. Did he
do it," she asked as she caught
up with Collie.
No." he muttered. Reds the
squarest pal on earth. Red tried
to save the guy-out there on the
desert. Gave him all the water we
had, pretty near. He dassent to
give him all, for because he was
afraid IL would kill him. The guy
fell and hit his head on the rail.
Red said he was dyin' on his feet,
anyway. Then Red lugged me
clean to that tank where you
seen us from the train. / was all
in. guess Red saved my life. He
didn't tell you that"
lis he-was he really a cow
boy2 Can he ride?" asked
Louise.
"Can he ride? Well, I guessl"
They had crossed the meadow
Ahead of the sheriff walked
Overland.
He's been raised in these
hills" muttered the tramp. "He
knows the trails. l don't. But
hate to-to do it-but l guess
got to-"
Step up there" said Tenlow.
what you talkin' about, any
how?"
Angels" replied Overland. He
glanced back. He saw Collie talk
ing to the girl, who stood by her
pony, the reins dangling lightly
from her outstretched hand.
"Snakei" screamed Overland
Red, leaping backward and fling
ing up his arms, directly in the
face of the deputy's pony. The
horse reared. Overland. crouch
ing, sprang under its belly. stTik-
ing IL as he went. Again the pony
reared. nearly throwing the dep
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You're a kid. You'll get hurt
some day"
Deputy Tenl0w scowled and
turned to Louise. ''Sory, Miss
Lacharme, but l got to take him"
There's really nothing to
hinder, Is there?" Louise asked
sweetly.
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MANY HEAR BAND

One of the largest audiences of
the season gathered at Wright
park yesterday afternoon for the
of the Coast Artillery
band. A delightful program OF
numbers was given
The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-04-23
COULDN'T STAND FOR 0EFeAT
Aeesrtiao - lsa4ea Ns~eeAess, css
srod opesnsat - isishMan Nsd
Little ch0aee.

A brawny son of Erin vas acting -
Inc keeper in . rouSh-and-ready fight
bstveen his mate and . negro in South
Anerica. In the couEse Of the fight .
sell-planted blow sent the Irishman
sarthwards.
'One!" cried the time keeper. in .
enSe voice, watch in hand.
"Tvo!" he murmured hoarsely. Pat.
re fool. git up! There's only eight sec
snds left"
The inert mass never moved.
"Three!" shouted the time keeper
desperately. Think Of yer old mother.
Pat! What's 1t shed be saying to ye.
Bate the nigger!'"
Slowly he called up to eight. buck.
ing up his mate with patriotic ejacula.
tons between each long second. When
eight had been called Pat slowly stag.
gered to his feet. and by . mighty
lunge succeeded In knocking down his
black opponent.
Desperately fearing lest he should
revive In time. the time keeper set OF
1t top speed:
"One. two. three. four. nve, and
fvea ten! Yere out. ye black villain! u
London Tid-Bits.
The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-04-23
DISCOVERS OIL AND GAS
FIND MA0G WHILE DRILLING
WELL ron ARTEsiAM WATER.
Osth oxsiity s~d Quantity Declared to
y - gaeoura9ins Nature
File ~ 10000 Acres.

Wssasra NsvsDaDsr Union News seryies
Grand Junction. ColO-Oil and gaa
in considerable quantity have been
discovered near Redvale. San Miguel
county. In . veil drilled for artesian
water. The discovery was made at q
depth Of $50 feet. The prospects are
splendid for new oil field.
More than 10000 acres have been
filed upca - oil land and the rush
continues. A company has been formed
practically with unlimited capital.
headed by Chaloner b. Schley Of
Colorado Springs ana Bulkeley Wells
OF Telluride to develop the field on Q
large scale.
The new field Is located on the line
of the mvch-talked of North and South
railroad between Albuquerque and
Grand Junctio0. Its nearest railroad
point at this time is Placervilie. on the
Denver and Rio Grande. fifty miles
away.
While the existence Of oil in the
basin" has long been predicted by
geUlogists, surface indications. such a
appear In many other fields are wholly
lacking. making the recent discovery
wholly unexpected
A new boiler and other machinery
have been ordered and are on the way
to the field.