Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-07-10

favored the occupants Of the adjoining
apartments with an aria from Beau
tiful DOLL"
But for all such nights of romance
and music there is always a morning
afterward; and fine tenor voice set
to ragtime never helped much In the
development of mine. Though Bud
had remained Loyalty by his friend in
his evening serenade he, for one, never
forgot for moment that they were
in Fortuna to work the Eagle Tail
and not to win the hearts of Spanish
Mexican senoritas, no matter how at
tractive they might be.
Bud was a practical man who, If he
ever made love, would doubtless do
it in perfectly businesslike way,
without hiring any string bands. But
at the same time he was willing to
make some concessions.
well, go ahead and get your sleep,
then" he growled, after trying three
times In the morning to get his pard-
ner up; Pm going out to the mine!"
Then. with a saddle-gun under his
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hip, he rode rapidly down the road.
turning out from time to time to let
long cavalcades of mules string by.
The dead-eyed arrieros, each with his
combined mule-blind and whiplash
swinging free, seemed to have very
little on their minds but their pack
lashings. and yet they must be three
days out from Moctezuma
Their mules, too, were we'll loaded
with the products of the hot country
-fanegas of corn in red leather sacks,
oranges and fruits in handmade
crates. panoches of sugar in balanced
frames, long joints of sugar-cane for
the dulce pedlers, and nothing to indi-
cate either haste or flight.
Three times he let long pack-trains
go by without word, and then at last.
overcome by curiosity, he inquired
about the revoltosos
What reyoltosos?" qr cried the old
man to whom he spoke
Why, the men of Bernardo Bravo"
answered Bud; the men who are
marching to take Moctezuma."
When left Moctezuma," returned
the old man politely, call was quiet
there were no revoltoeos. Since then.
/ cannot say
but the soldiers!" cried Bud.
Surely you saw them! They were
marching to fight the rebels"
Perhaps So" shrugged the arriero,
laying the lash of his topojo across
the rump of a mule; "but know moth
ing about It."
NO." muttered Bud, as he continued
on his way; "and I'll bet nobody else
does.'
Inquiry showed that in this, too, he
was correct. From those who travelled
fast and from those who travelled slow
he received the same wondering an
swer-the country might be filed with
revoltosos; but, as for them, they
knew nothing about it.
Not until he got back to Fortuna
and the busy federal telegraph wire
did he hear any more news of rapine
and bloodshed, and the light which
dawned upon him then was gradually
QeSWA4AA6 0HO4 CAO W0O1G tOWu.
It was false alarm, given out for
purposes Of state and the higher poll
tics with which Mexico is cursed. and
the most that was ever seen of Ber-
nardo Bravo and his lawless men was
twenty miserable creatures. half
starved, but with guns In their hands.
who had come down ont OF the noun
tains east OF Moctezuma and killed q
few COWS for beef.
Thoroughly disgusted, and yet
vaguely alarmed at this bit Of opera
bouffe warfare, Bud set himself reso-
lutely to work to hunt up men for
their mine. and. as many poor people
were out Of employment because OF