Bisbee daily review., 1917-04-29

tree and boulder on the Way-eNen i that slow-plodding Ox-cart with its ! heavy wooden wheels, primitively SDOkeless, and it's Mexican driver with his goad trudging beside the yoked beasts, was like q brightly colored il- iuStration from the Book of Tester day.
 They, at least, don't change" she said to Rodman, nodding toward the cart with its load of straw.
 "NO," he agreed with q thoughtful frOwn "the only thing that resigns the ireaser to the march of civilization is m opportunity to do murder with q modern magazine rife or run guns and ammunition across the border in a six cylinder machine ,'
 "Where is the border-I mean, the boundary lineT" Parr inquired.
 I'll show you in minute," Patria answered.
 And presently, as the car topped a .ong, slow upgrade, gaining an emi- hence that overlooked much of that rolling countryside, she pointed out d bridge that spanned q gulley off to the right.
 That's the boundary line" she said {; that arroyo; beyond the bridge is Mexico"
 ''Is there much of that sort of thing going on hereabouts ?"-Parr turned 70 Pillsbury-'gun running, l mean?"
 q hardly think so. Things have been very quiet in this neck of the woods. It's to the southeast, along the Rio Grande, that the most of the trou- ble has occurred, to date.
 Three miles beyond the point where he road fOrked, one arm running down 70 the bridge at the border, the car lrew up in front of the Charming ha- ,ienda, century-old structure built IpOn rambling lines of Spanish archi- lecture. s
 With a cry of delight Patria felt her self folded in the aged arms of Rod mans mother-a slight and delicate little woman who had for many years been a second mother to Patria, the or ohaned, only when the little girl went East to complete her education yield ng place to Mrs. Wrenn in Patria's af- iectionS.
 And Mrs. Pillsbury proved not to nave changed in the leasti
 Then there was BesS Morgan wait ng to greet her-a tow-headed little mp ten years ago, today slender and iignified young woman whose serene boise did not in the least detract from ler ability to ride harder and faster and shoot straighter than any man or woman within two days journey of he Charming ranch.
 Sister of Bud Morgan, now foreman of the Charming cowpunchers-an up- standing yOungster of five-and-twenty -Bess lived with he1 mother and brother ssome twenty miles from the hacienda. She had ridden over to wei come an old rival for the affections of Rodman Pillsbury.
 Their ancient enmity thawed to the warmth of d spontaneous kiss; and the relief, imperceptible to any but an- other woman, with which Bess re- ceived the news of Patria's betrothal to Donald, provided even more com forting reinsurance to Patria in re- spect to the affections of Rodman.
 ACROSS THE BORDER.
 While the hacienda slept in peace, hat primitive Oxcart pursued labori- )usly its patient, creaking way across he bridged arroyo and the desert country beyond toward a far-fiung line of mountains which lOOmed against the horizon in serrated array like the frozen profile of a stormy sea.
 Distancing the oxcart as fast as willing hOofs could run, a hOrseman who, leaving the station aimlessly shortly after the departure of Patria' s party for the hacienda, had spurred his steed to its swiftest pace as soon rived in the early evening at strag- gling row of adobe huts which figured as the nearest Mexican village.
 Twilight was still bright when he dropped from his Jagged animal and sought one of the dwellings which wore slightly less unkempt appear lnce than its fellows.
 In the doorway of this hut, some what contemptuOusly watching the evolutiOns of a squad of listless Mexi- can infantry in the village plaza, stood d gentleman in the field uniform of an officer of the Japanese army.
 Hearing the thud of hurried foot steps In the deep dust of the street. the Japanese turned toward the ap- preaching horse an expec..nt eye.
 "Well, GOmez?' he said al Spanish.
 'Excellency, l have to report that he Charming girl, with Captain Porr and a small company of friends ar. rived from the East this afternoon"
 The Japanese nodded gently. Many hanks" he said in an indifferent voice. "You will he duly rewarded for your vigilance. Goodnight"
 As the Mexican disappeared in the gathering darkness, the Japanese smOte his palms together smartly.
 In response a wiry little Japanese. of vicious gesture, in the uniform of an orderly. came ont of the hut and