The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-04-11

ldE dWdy, bO GltJCI kklG DUASk1lG6S O1 smuggling aliens into the U. s. A. This was more profitable, and was more of an ofYense to the Amer ican officials than to those of his own countrymen. His fellow Mexi- cans around Juarez and other towns in the states of Chihuahua and So- nora came to think of him as fine fellow-an impression he carefully created by geniality, fiattery, and sundry gifts.
 Good morning, Don Luis," the priest himself was wont to greet him on the streets of Juarez. How is it with your body and soul to- day, my son?"
 The body is fed, but the soul is hungry, padre" the handsome fellow would smile guilessly. Here are some silver pesos. Can not the church do something for my soul?"
 Gan you not come to the church and see? It is good to give your money, but 1t is better to give yourself to God"
 T am unworthy to enter your sanctuary, Father. You who are so good man, and holy, will pray for me?"
 Now what could be done with a rogue like that? Especially when he ended the interview with an engaging smile?
 Girls, too, found the same smooth conversation in him, the same lovely fiattery, the same engaging smile Conception Contreras in Mexico City had given him her heart, and now hunted for him with her dag ger, but she no more than the police knew where he was. In Juarez, the border town made gayer by Amer ican tourists, were other pretty girls Don Luis, the handsome, enjoyed their company. He mingled with Mexicans and Americans alike, ir1 the swankier gambling palaces, ho- tels, cabarets and cafes. He laugh ed lot, and held always the center of attention.
 He didn't look like a modern Mexican who wore conventional American dress, nor yet like the poorer peons with the huge son. breros. He wore Cor affected) a more colorful costume - f!ared pantaloneS; silken sash of crim- son and gold; a white satin shirt; a green velvet bolero with golden braid; 8 black felt hat, stiff and formal and fiat crowned, banded with silver conchos, and held down with a rawhide string under the chin. Sometimes he swung fringed serape over his left shoulder, a highly colorful blanket hand-woven by the Indians of Mexico, tossing it with the jaunty swagger of a bull ring matador..
 That was the Luis Barro whom the public knew. Back of that al- together genial and pleasing front, however, was an organizer with a business that involved risk and danger and that ignored all fed- eral law. At night and in careful privacy, Don Luis would inter- view his "spotters,' men and women, who living by his bounty, contacted rich people and others who wanted to be smuggled into the United States. They arranged for Luis to guarantee" them safe crossing. They collected the money for Luis in advance. Often, too, they helped him arrange to send over highly valuable shipments of con- traband dope.
 Others of these henchmen, op- erating silently in Fl Paso and at other points on the American side, kept him informed as to move- ments of the Unitetd States Border Patrol - the one force which was aggressively against him. Some of them watched Border Patrol head quarters itself. noting when off, cers departed, which direction they seemed to take, when they returned. These were well paid spies, and efficient on the whole.
 But Luis Barro's spies were not to be blamed if they failed to report the departure this day of Officers Starr and Kildare, toward the road leading to the Marcial Ranch, thence toward San Felipe canyon. Sherry and Hope hadn't departed from Patrol headquarters, there near the tall watch tower by the river in Ely Paso, Nor had they de- parted in daytime. On the strength of information telephoned them by Betty Mary, they had departed hastily at night.
 It was the night when Barro was to have sent a dozen aliens across, to be picked up by cars at the up- per end of San Felipe Canyon and hastened toward Amarillo, Texas, thence on to Oklahoma and prob able safety. And Barro would have made the crossing but for one thing. A spy came to him at sundown that evening.
 'The Patrol, they visit Salazar in the jail house." this spy reported. And the city detectives take Sala- gar out of his cell and talk to him again."
 How do you know?" Barro