The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-09-03

Juan, who was a living directory OF
the place. "Ricardo7 Pancho? CruzT"
CRUZ" cried De Lancey; that was
it,"
He lives down the river a couple OF
miles" said Don Juan; down at Old
Fortuna"
"Old Fortuna" repeated Phil Il
didn't know there was such place.
why. my graclous!" exclaimed Don
Juan de Dios. scandalized by such
Ignorance. DO you mean to say you
have been here three days and never
heard about Fortuna Vieia? Why.
this isn't Fortuna! This is an Ameri-
can mining camp-the old town Is
down below.
That's where this man Aragon, the
big Mexican OF the country. has his
ranch and store. Spanish? Him? No.
indeed mitad! He Is half Spanish and
BALI Yaqui Indian, but his wife Is a
pure Spaniard--one OF the few In the
country. Her father was from Madrid
and she is a villanueva--a very beau
tlfuI women in her day. with golden
LAlI anu NAlb HiE1EAlNb VI a NhStAf
NO. not Irish! My goodness. you
Americans think that everybody with
red hair Is Irish! WHY, the most beau
tiful women In Madrid have chestnut
hair as soft as the fur OF dormouse
IL Is the old CaBtilian hair. and they
are proud Of It. The Sonora Aragon
married beneath her statlon-it was
Ia 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? p
INTERCEPTED De Lancey desperately.
NO, indeed" answered Don Juan
patiently; he packs in wood from the
hills--but as was saying" and
from that he went on TO tell OF the un-
failing courtesy of the Sonora Aragon
to a gentleman whom, whatever his
present station might be, she recog-
nized as a member of one OF the Oldest
families In CASTLE.
Dt lAduNty ulu NV PitPS hio ~
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 part for Don Juan, since Kru-
ger had described Old Fortuna and the
Senior Aragon with great minuteness.
And now. In the guiee of innocent
strangers, they rode on down the river,
past the concentration with its multiple
tanks. Its gliding tramway and noun
tains OF tailings. through the village OF
Indian houses stuck like dugouts
against the barren hill-sthen along a
river bed that oozed with Stockings un-
I'll they came In sight of the town.
La Fortuna was an old town, yet not
as old as its name, since two Fortunas
before II 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
quistadoFes. when 1t yielded up many
muleloads OF gold.
The present town was built a 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 a comfortable
huddle OF whitewashed adobe build
ings set on both sides of a 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
ltore and cantina of Don Cipriano
where the thirsty arrieros could get d
drink and buy panoche of sugar
without getting down from their
mounts. Behind the store were the
pole corrals and adobe warehouses
aud the quarters OF the poems. and
across the road was the mescal still
where. In huge copper retort and
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 aloot from the road-was
the residence OF Senior Aragon II was
this. In fact, which held the undivided
attention OF De Lancey as they rode
quietly through the village. for be
had become accustomed from a Ions
experience In the tropics to look fol-
something elusive. graceful and femt
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 housel" observed Phil, with
last hopeful look over his shoulder
"uh." assented bud. as they came
10 fork In the road Say" he con
tinued. let's turn OF on this trail
Lot Of burro tracks going out-axpect
it's our friend. Mr. MeudeA"
AN right" said De i.ancey ab
scntly: wonder where old Arngor
Keeps thst beautiful daughter of his
the one Don Joo-an WAS telling about
Have to stop on the way bach enc
sample the old mans mescal
Nothing doiug'" countered Hooker
Instantly Now you heard what
T told YOU there's two things you leav,
+ alone for sixty days boone and wum
en- After We cinch our title you cal
I set as KAY ae YOU please
''ooee'~ pired phil. hear the DO,
/ tAlk'~ Rnt be said no more of via,
ard women. fer he knew how they d,
F &C taplicate h3e.
+ They rode 10 tho east nov, follow
iuk the lons. HS, footprints Of TIRE bar