The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-09-11
Villa is Now
Simple Farmer

sorhie Treadweli m Minneapolis journal
THE CITY OF MEXICO.-Canu-
tillo. the hacienda of villa. does not
look like a ranch, hut like small
town. Several blocks Of adobe
houses are along well LAID streets
with larger indiscriminate buildings
on all sides. There is n church, big
and beautiful enough to hold the
Worship of a large community. Be
yond the church lies the hacienda
house. the dwelling of the patrone.
The car in which we had jour
neyed overland from the railway
turned into the archway entrance
and stopped We climbed out and
went into the sunshine OF the patio.
a patio "a big as small block.
We were received by young girl
but hardly were we seated when the
door from the patio opened and villa
some in swiftly, limping slightly.
''Senorita. here you have your
house" He says even the simple
phrases OF everyday politeness in a
strange, resonant voice of heavy
timhre.
After a long. close scrutiny OF me,
he spoke again.
Just a Simple Farmer.
Here you see me senorlta, n
simple farmer who knows nothing or
what is going on in the outside
world. one 30 isolated he does not
.even see paper. I am afraid that
Z have little here that can please
you--only ranch, senoritd, ranch
that has been totally destroyed and
that is very slow in rebuilding
Are you not contented here
general?' I asked.
No, I am not. but" he hest
> ,ated. II should not say that"
You find II lonely here?"
NO. no! Not that, It Is in lonely
places | find myself, senorita.' lie
laughed. Il remember one day dur
ing the revolution | came across a
newspaper in a desert yancho. II
said in big letters Nothing is left to
Villa but the montain tops
roarod with laughter at those re.
nortcrs. Nothing is left to villa
] said to myself, but what he likes
best. the mountain tops.
Suffered by Stories.
But your brothers of the papers
have not always made me laugh
S"norita. | think no man has ever
suffered as much as from the de-
repuons Of the press, been so brut'
ally erpreted-'Ntlla, el ban
dido villa, el assesinade,' Villa
q cnimigo de los America nos, Sc
norita, | am not bandit. and ! an
not an assassin and ! am not ar
enemy of Americans. | have killec
men, but | am n soldier. Never
nav" | lifted my hand against ar
American just as an American. VIII
you believe me when tell yot
mat ! did not go into Columbus
and that knew nothing Of the mas,
sacrc At Santa Ysabel?
or course, some Of the things
ther say | have done, ! have done
J. ~ true / kidnapped an American
called Joe Askew and held him for
ran m. a certain American mining
company here needed 10 transport
a million dollars worth of silver
tI.Ion from their smelter to thu
main line. They asked my aid
l1"F offered To pay me a certain
sum II ! accomplished It for them
ana my men escorted that silver
Iu.ljpn TO the main line at Jimincz
'ld not need all tho pay promised
me so | arranged TO take half ant
ieaFe half on call. Some months
Id'er' when | needed that balance
Ifment was refused me. !: wa.
after that that | took Joe Askew
"tItuce duo me. And II was paid
S'."rlta, by the very men who hat
, used me that balance before
Would Welcome American Trial.
In 1912, when OrozCo was on th'
Eampede and the situation looked
ii, | ordered all American familie!
rom 'he surroundings to concen
.,7,' IN Torreon. I put 90 cars a
men disposal. | gave them all
could possibly get together OF eat
ao''s, and an escort OF my bes
men, And | sent them through
"sr this, to the border. Millionl
.I pesos of silver have been carried
NV me in safety from American
"tn'S 70 the main limo Of railroads
ana yet your people, instead OF judg
ing me through your papers, woulC
".,ually try me before a tribunal.
Ine present Sonora de villa is
II i'y Mexican woman about 80. He
voice was exceptionally low. almos