Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-10-02

favored the occupants of the adjoining
apartments with an aria from Beau
tiful Doll"
But for all such nights of romano
and music there is always a morning
afterward; and a fine tenor voice sci
to ragtime never helped much In the
development Of a mine. Though Bud
had remained Loyalty by his friend in
his evening serenade he, for one. never
forgot for a 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, II he
eve made love, would doubtless do
1t in a perfectly businesslike way,
without hiring any string bands. But
at the same time he was willing to
make some concessions.
We'll, go ahead and get your sleep,
then" he growled, after trying three
times in the morning to get his pard-
ner up; I'm going out to the mine!"
Then, with a saddle-gun under his
knee and his six-shooter hung at his
hip, he rode rapidly down the road.
turning out from time to time to let
long cavalcades of mules string by.
The dead-eyed arrirros, 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 corr 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 a word, and then at last,
overcome by curiosity. he inquired
about the revoltosos.
What revoltosos ?" queried the old
man to whom he spoke.
why, the men Of Bernardo Bravo"
answered Bud; "the men who are
marching to take Moctezuma."
when l left Moctezuma," returned
the old man politely, "all was quiet
there were no r%evoltosos. Since then.
| cannot say"
But the soldiecs!" cried Bud.
Surely you say them! They we're
marching to fight the rebels"
= Perhaps So" shrugged the arriero,
laying the lash Of his topojo across
the rump of a mule; but l 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 n
swer-the country might be filled 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 vas gradually
dawning upon the whole town.
Ittwas a false alarm, given out for
purposes of state and the higher poll
tics" with which Mexico is cursed, and
the most that was yer 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 out of the noun
tains east Of Moctezuma and killed q
few cows for beef.
Thoroughly disguised. 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