Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-10-15
Revolution Is Setting
for Tale Of Love and
Daring as Death Turks

others. refer CABOT was DoTH
- with it. 1t took him out of
Harvard and across to France long
before these United States stirred and
spoke, and then, when this weary
old world relaxed to peace once more,
1t took him down into the most troub-
Ious of troublous states in the more
or less sovereign state of Mexico.
In its rank, stcaming, unventilated
tungles there are mahogany trees five
and six feet through, drugs and dye
woods. fruits and subtle oils. And in
IT'S mountains are silver and gold.
copper and lead. tungsten and coal.
sometimes two and three together.
Peters professed interest was in this
vast untapped reservoir of the things
man covets.
He went into MendoZa's hairbrained
insurrection, not because he wanted
to-so he assured himself-but be-
cause a white man couldn't stand
aside and see transplanted German
and and a lot of renegade Mexicans
get away with it. If Won Heinrich.
who had seized POGO A Poca and es-
tablished a Iittle.autocracy there. was
given a chance to grow, heaven only
knew how far the roots would run.
Mendoza was unquestionably
p,triot of the first water. but no SOL
der The best type of the true MeNi-
AN aristocrat i.c had pledged life
end fortune 10 his adventures; strategy
md subterfugeS Ivy which battles are
Won he knew nothing o..
They were encatnped. this night. in
The ratio OF an abandoned hacienda
which squatted at the base of chat
lcrging mountain. Against the black
mass of this. like scattering OF
Jewels. lights OF city shone out bril-
,;autly. Beyond, and higher still.
lesser lights and great glow marked
the position of an ancient silver mine
which had been paying SINCE the days
OF Drake.
IRON the mine to the nearest rail-
Il road was a three days journey
and through POGO A Poca, perforce.
rassed the mule-team trains, heavily
laden with treasure, from which Won
Heinrich took his toll. only a mad
man would think of trying to take 1t
Mendoza Joined him.
Amigo" said Mendoza you are
thoughtful tonight"
Peter said bluHtly:
I'm thinking that our only chance
lies in springing a surprise of some
sort. And that"-he gestured toward
the camp fire-"spoils any chance or
that 1t is visible from the city. OF
That is well"' exclaimed Mendoza.
The old fox knows that the avengers
are at hand. His heart fills with fear.
Tonight, his sleep will be troubled
II only hope" Peter retorted GRIM
", that he'll think 1t mule-train
team, waiting until daylight comes
before making the ascent"
"But you forget" Mendoza re-
minded him, that the mule-team
train is not due back until tomorrow
night. BY then we will hold the
city,"
..Ir say We won't" said Peter to
himself.
Peters thoughts ran round like
squirrel in a cage. Mendoza's ragged
legion, relaxing about their fire. were
listening to one of their number sing
ing some old folksong and accom-
panying himself on the mandolin.
The singer had a voice OF rare beauty
It filled the night with romance, deal
ing with the loves and battles OK
some Mexican bandit
In the load Of henequen he hid himself
Through the night il bore him
Into the stronghold OF his enemies
Thus, roughly translated, ran the
burden Of the lay.
Listen" said Peter: eve got
Mendoza listened. AS Peter f1n-
ished, he swept him into his great
arms.
Thou are revealed" he exclaimed
ferverentIy. ''as the true agent or
heaven, I salute thee" And he did
on both cheeks.
Peter would have been moro reas-
sured had he felt certain Won Helm
rich was planning no surprises. Long
after he had babe Mendoza good
night, he lay awake. looking up at
the stars At last, he rose and
passed unchallenged out of the patio.
. The CAMPING Real-the old kings
htghway-was but a few hundred feet
distant. He went out there and stood
ankIe-deep in the ancient dust. The
lights of POGO a Poca were dying out.
though a few glowed. All was WELL
To- after all
He stopped short and caught his
breath. There was movement in the
road Just ahead. He reached for MS
automatic. Then. blindingly, the glare
of a pocket searchlight fell full upon.
him.
Drop that lighter I'll shoot
Startled, he spoke in English. The
Tight wavered. but did not fall.
please don't be so impulsive," suR-
sested q fresh contralto voice. III
this particular jungle happens to be-
long to you. I'll prefer apologies and
nay the damages. I'm only collecting
moths, you know.
A girl: An American girl slim.
breeched and booted. prowling about
the CAMPING Real at midnight, ac-
companied by poems. The light that
still played upon him must have re-
. vealed his amazement, for she
Iaughed-deliciously
Peter came to.
swna, are you doing here?' he de-
manded.
1T just told you-collecting moths.
Or perhaps you call them outternies.
Most people do. Come here. and III
show you some" Turning to the peon
who held the light. she reached out
her hand for 1t.