Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-09-24

friends before the CarranZiSta soldiers
reached them. These escaped. You
may see them now about the streets of
Nogales with one empty sleeve. a livid
scar across the head, or with crutches,
hobbling along.
How many Mexicans were killedf
Some say one thing, some another.
More than 10O-probably $50. Certain
ly close to that number If not more.
The dead were gathered and piled in
the streets. Carts were brought The
bodies were thrown into the carts and
hauled to the edge OF town. There they
were ricked-like so much cordwood--
kerosene was poured over them, wood
and brush piled about them and the
match applied.
So was fought the battle Of No
gales" last November.
So ended the slaughter started by a
drunken soldier firing at an American
officer-no, not ended
While the old Mexican who sobbed
as he told me Of his two boys, killed
across the line, yet lives the ''battle"
will be fought daily within his heart:
while the hungry orphans dig and claw
| in the garbage cans of Nogales for
scraps of bread or bits Of meat and
from the hills of Sonora, will be ring
ing yet in their ears; while the white
cross still stands to mark the spot on
the crest of the hill where the Car
rama officers-brave men though
Mexicans-threw away their lives try
ing to reach the American lines and
stop the firing, the horror of human
slaughter by human hand will still be
over the beautiful, beautiful valley in
which Nogales nestles.
That is the story of the battle. Of
Nogales"
That is the story Of the white cross
that CLEANS against the sky line
above Nogales-that shows so plainly,
so very plainly, against the redfglow
that comes when the sun has set.
! At that moment Mexican, evidently
from the interior, came out of the store
| with a couple of bundles-a new pair
of shoes and pair of overalls. He
started up the street, paused, seemed
undecided, came to the edge of the
| sidewalk, sat down on the curb I'M
laced his old shoes, slipped them off,
slid off the ragged overalls he had on,
pulled on the new pair, put the new
shoes on his sockless feet laced them
up, wrapped the old clothes and shoes
up in the paper which had held his new
ones, got up, hitched his overalls COM
fortably into place-and calmly strolled
past the custom officer and over into
| Mexico!
1t was the first time In my life had
ever seen human animal of any de-
scrlption pull stunt of that kind on
crowded street. i doubt II there Is an
I~Al
other town in America where 1t could
De SO casually and comfortably and
without interruption done.
IL was lnteresting-to me-the rest
OF the folks, the folks going along the
street, seemed to take 1t as matter
OF course.
Last night l told Noonan, tho custom
guard ABOUT II;
JACK, saw the queerest thing this
quez' store, stepped to the edge Of the
walk, sat down and changed clothes
took Off his old pants and shoes and
put on some new ones he had bought
-right out in the wide, wide world in
'front.' OF everybody! Why didn't he wait
untll he got nome?
Easy JACK answered. He made
money by 1t! III he hadn't changed On
THIS slde-hao carried the new overalls
ana SHOES across the line he would
nave had 10 pay DUTY on them! BY
wearing them across ne got them over
rree! Ihats easy!
winch shows we can always learn.
hadn't thought OF that.
Ana l suppose the Mexican never
thought OF changing clothes behind
curtain in the store or in wood shed
or box car or somewhere that was