The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-06-09

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"You Live Here7" Inquired the YaquI.
makings, he, too, rolled a cigarette
and they smoked for a minute in
silence.
you live here?" inquired the Yaqui
i, at last
Come here" corrected Bud. 81
have nineteen miles-over there"
He pointed with the fat Of his hand,
Indian fashion, and Amigo nodded un-
derstandingly.
He was fine figure Of man, stand.
ing six feet or better in his well-cut
sandals and handling his heavy Maui
ser as a child would swing stick.
Across his broad chest he wore a full
cartridge belt, and around his waist
he had two more. filed to the last
hole with cartridges and loaded clips.
At his feet lay his blanket bound into
tight roll, and canteen and coffee
cup completed his outfit, which, so far
as impedimenta were concerned was
simplicity itself.
But instead Of the cheap linen uni.
form Of the federals he was dressed
In good American clothes-a striped
shirt, overalls, and sombrero banded
with bright rlbbon-and in place Of
the beaten, hunted look Of those Door
conscripts he had the steady gaze Of
free man.
They stood and smoked for a few
moments, talking briefly, and then, as
the Yaquis closed up their ranks and
marched of to make camp for the
night, Bud presented his strange
friend with the sack of tobacco and
went back to join his pardner.
That evening the plaza was filled
with the widest rumors. and another
train arrived during the night, but
through 1t all Bud and Phil remained
unimDressed. In the morning the SOL
diers went marching on down the trail.
leaving great silence where all had
been bugle-calls and excitement, and
then the first fugitive came In from
down below.
He was an old Mexican, with trem-
bling beard and staring eyes, and he
told a tale Of outrage that made their
blood run cold. The red.haggers had
come to his house at night they had
killed his wife and son, left him upon
the ground for dead, and carried off
his daughter, prisoner.
But later, when the comisario oues-
toned him sharply, 1t developed that
he lived not far away, had no daugh.
ter to lose, and was, In fact, only a
crazed old man who told for truth that
which he feared would happen.
Notwithstanding the denouement.
his story stirred the Mexican popula-
ton to the depths, and when Bud and
Phil tried to hire men to push the
work on the mine, they realized that
their troubles had begun. Not only
was it impossible to engage laborers
at any price, but on the following day
Cruz Mendez, with his wife and chill.
dren and all his earthly possessions
on his burros, came hurrying in from
the camp and told them he could servo
them no more.
1T is my woman!" he explained.
my Maria! All, if those revoltosos
should see Maria they would steal her
before my eyes!"
So he was given his pay and the
fifty dollars he had earned and. after
me customary "Muchas gracias," and
with the faithful Maria by his side, he
went hurrying off to the store.
And now in crowded vehicles, with f!
armed men riding in front and behind
the refugees from Moctezuma and the
hot country besan to pour into town,
adding by their very haste to the panic
OF all who saw then.
They were the rich property owners
who, having been subjected to forced
contribution before, were now fleeing
at the first rumor of danger, bringing
their families with them 10 ESCAPE anv
being held for ransom.
IN half day the big hotel presided
over by Den Juan de Dios Bracha.
monte was swarming with staring.
eyed country mothers and sternly sub
dled families OF children: and lnal-
ly, TO add eclat To the occasion and
compensate fer the general confusion
Lon Cipriano Aragon ' Tres Palacios
came driving up to the door with his
wife and the smiling Gracia.
If she had been IN any fear of cap
ture by bold marauders, Gracia Ara.
gon did not show it now, as she sprans
lightly from the carriage and waited