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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 31, 1913, Image 19

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ed, and pointed to the open window,
to a sheet twisted into a rope dang
ling into the shallow court below.
The leader paused momentarily to
direct a scowling glance at me.
"If I thought you were a party to
this escapade " he began.
"Save your words," I interrupted
calmly, with an indifferent shrug of
the shoulders. "I am the loser, as I
miss a-suit of clothes."
This was true. Just before the fair
suppliant had appeared, I had laid out
from my satchel a suit which I in
tended to wear the remainder of my
journey. I took my loss philosophi
cally. I had lost a good deal lately, I
"and my partner, back at the mines.
In a whimsical way I stuffed the pret
ty creation of lace and silk into my
satchel as a memento of an episode
truly Mexican, and in the hurry of. de
parture in the stage coach tempor
arily forgot all about my fair lady
. Hermosa.
I have said that I was disgusted.
There. was a reason. Briefly, my part
ner and myself had just got our grant
over on the range panning out great,
when the revolution came along. The
province was against us as Amer
icans. We knew what to expect an
noyance, incendiarism, looting, prob
ably a massacre.
We held a concession from the cen
tral government Fortunately, too,
the governor of the province had ap
proved it. This would hold when
peace came around again, provided it
was filed at the capital. We decided
to abandon working the mine, but we
determined to validate our conces
sion. Spies were watching us: I slip
ped away", disguised, with the previ
ous document. My partner, after
settling' iip affairs at the mines, was
to join me at the capital city, where
we were to wait until the trouble
blew over.
I noticed two of the coach passen
gers suspicious looking fellows
whom I seemed to have seen before.
I wondered if they were watching me
on account of the fugitive girl. That ,
could r'x be, however, for they had
appeare.. a station back. At all
events, three hours on the steep
climb over the mountains I awoke
from a doze, with the ominous words
ringing in my ears:
"Senor, alight!"
One of the men held the driver at
bay with a revolver. The other, simi
larly armed, marched me to the side
of the road, carrying my satchel with
him. He roughly burst it open, went
over its contents and arose to search
me.
"Not your watch, nor your
money," he observed, as I started to
tender him these. "A certain docu
ment,. mining concession we know
you have it. We want it."
I felt dismayed, and then in a flash
I laughed laughed outright! Of a
sudden it occurred to me that I had
placed the precious document in a
pocket of the clothes appropriated by
my lady Hermosa.
"Save yourself the trouble of a
search!" I told the baffled spy. "The
paper in qjuestion was taken with a
suit of clothes stolen from me, and
doubtless-cast to the winds as worth
less." ' "
I was. allowed to resume my jour
ney! . My. partner joined me in the
capital city a little later, We had
abandoned all hopes as to the 'mines.
One evening we we're seated. In an
outdoor cafe enjoying some really
creditable music, when my compan
ion touched my foot and whispered:
"The lady at the table to the left
seems greatly interested in you."
I changed my position to view my
lady of the hotel episode! She was
radiant with youth, beauty and hap
piness. She arose, a distinguished
young- man in uniform her escort.
"Senor, my friend!" she cried spon
taneously, clasping both of my
hands. "My husband, Colonel Men
doza. Alixe, it is my great friend, he
whose whose clothes I stole. Oh,
sir! to you I owe a life's happiness. I
have sought to locate you "
"To exchange the apparel in ques-

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