Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1916-06-06

20 feet distant, she saw a hudled form
on the ground and a group of men
about it. kicking it.
The night was as black as a pocket.
but there was lantern not far off that
silhouetted the ugly picture. To get
TO the adobe building this lone woman
had to open the yard gate and go into
the road near this band. which. of
course, were Mexicans gathered about
the dying American. AS Mrs. Ryan
unlocked the door which seemed to
bar her from safety for, if she could
get into the auto which is behind the
adobe walls'being shot-proof she would
possibly be safe. But at that moment
an arm was thrown about her neck
and passed down to her waist. Her
hands were felt by the rough paws of
a Mexican who, in rough tones, asked
her in Spanish where she was going.
So averse to contact with the Villistas
that Mrs. Ryan tore loose and defied
him, saying "she was going i'm here
pointing to the adobe, "get away from
me-" So brave was the tone and so
defiant was the gesture towards the
waiting shelter, that in establishment
the Mexican let her go her way.
Once in the adobe. crouched in the
body of the car, Mrs. Ryan listened to
the firing and the cries until the first
streak of dawn. Once she heard two
soldiers of the Thirteenth say Il guess
they got Mrs. Ryan," but she was
brave enough not to answer for she
feared she would draw the fire on the
soldiers if they tried to rescue her,
which she knew they would do. A lit
tie later voices in robust American
swearing told her one of the pasers
was an American who had been hit in
the arm and he was resenting it vo-
caly. No 5weeter language she mad
never heard, for it showed danger was
passing for a soldier to take time to
"cuss." Running out to join the pro-
fame men, Mrs. Ryan saw the last of
the raiders runnig over the arroya with
the soldiers in rapid chase. She said
the condition of her house showed the
invaders had a very pleasant visit. for
everything portable was taken away,
food scattered about and, in all. about
$500 worth of personal belongings have
remained among the missing articles
ever since that raid.
Another hero of the raid will to-
morrow be christened by the Bishop of
Mexico, the Rt Rev. +. B. Howden,
late of st. Johns, Georgetown. Dis
trict of Columbia who comes several
hundred miles for a service for the
Protestant Episcopal Church mem
bers. This infant is a third cousin of
the national hero,Winfield Scott Schlev
When the Villistas were making a Ro-
man holiday last March, the baby,
Schley Frost, as he will Officially be
after the ceremony tomorrow, was
thrown into an auto by his young
mother and the father taking the wheel
there being no time to unbar the door
of the garage tore through the struct-
ure and set off forDeming and possible
safey. Tibet car went dead, naturally
after breaking through the door and
while bullets flew the machine was
cranked up. The baby made not
sounl lying on the back seat alone
while the flames of the burning hotel
lit up his smiling face.
OFF the machine and it's precious
freight started, but almost immediate
ly it seemed the pursuers were on the
track. Another machine took up the
road close by behind, and never did
man drive faster than did Mr.. Frost
driving for the life of his wife and in
FAINT son. On through the black night
the machine flew, that second machine
close behind. Duly the Frost adults
wondered no shots reached them. The
baby was enjoying the adventure for
little gurgles of delight came from him
He is about year old only.
Finally Deming was reached without
the Frost machine misbehaving and
as the town was entered and the guards
rushed out to meet the cars, it was
found the pursuing car was a very
good neighbor, Mr.. Greenwood of the
Bank and Crystal, who had vainly tried
to catch up with Frost all the way. At
present the Frost car holds the record
for the forty miles straight away mid
uight flight
Alaska Jack was an attraction with
some really beautiful Alaska films and
the movie house yclept Crystal The
atre' which has now grown to two
parts. were filled over and over again
to hear the adventures of this guide
that Uncle Sam at one time paid $40 a
day for leading mail and other valu-
ables safely over the passes of snow
and ice clad peaks. There was an in
teresting display of skin shirts made
with insects of colored fur, which many
a Manhattan woman would have given
much to own during the recent ice
skating fad.