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"Yes," answered Dick imperturb
ably," on seventy-five a month."
"Is that all you are going to give
him, Richard?"
"It is all I can give, him at present,"
said Dad witha sigh that told me he
was not only worried about Jack but
about the business.
I wonder if in the long ago he ever
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took Mother Waverly in his arms as
Dick had me and forgot all the world
but the world of love; and, alasj I
wonder if Dick and I will ever reach
that time in life when we are pust
commonplace to each other?
I believe I'd rather quarrel than, just
stagnate.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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IN CAMP WITH CARRANZA! NEW PICTURES AND
STORY FROM REBEL FRONT
BY FRED L. BOALT
Tampico, Mexico. Terrible fellows
are these rebels. Bloodthirsty and
relentless bandits. Yet when I went
among them at the old Quartel, they
gave me food. When night came
they gave me a blanket. And in the
morning I joined with them in enter
taining two pink-cheeked and bash
ful sailor boys who had strayed from
the Dutch man-o'-war in the river.
We drank their black coffee tb,e
Dutch boys and I and smoked their
.cigarettes beneath a sign which said:
"Pumar Proibe."
'I gavethem the English transla
tion, "Smoking Forbidden," and they
managed it very well. But when the
Dutch boys gave them "Rooken Ver
boden," their tongues twisted and
they roared with boisterous laughter
over their failure.
Then they posed for the camera,
and it was a pleasant game. They
seemed more like amiable children
jthan bandits children playing at
'war, with real rifles and with belts
heavy with real cartridges for toys.
This, though, is a mistaken impres
sion. They are neither bandits nor
children, but real men, awake and
pursuing an ideal.
By and by there came to us a man
from the north. He had been a cow
boy in Texas, and he spoke English.
Lan and worn and very old he was,
but agile as any boy.
'We do not like this fighting," he
told me. "We are tired of it But we
must go on and on fighting until Mex
ico belongs to the Mexicans.
"I am a cattleman, senor, but most
of these men about you are farm la
borers. We are not Spaniards, but
Mexicans, and many of us are full
blooded Indians.
"We want the land the "land
which was our fathers' and which
was taken from them. But what
chance have we when only a few
hold all the land, when estates run
into the millions of acres, and when
aq American, English, Spanish or
German landowner counts himself
poor if his estate is less than 25,000
acres?
"You have been told, senor, that we
fight because it is an easy life, giv
ing opportunities to rob. That is a
lie!
"We knew when we enlisted in the
constitutionalist army that this was
not like the revolutions that have
gone before. We knew we were en
listing to fight to get back the land,
so that each man of us might have
his little farm, to own it and work it,
so that his wife and children might
have good food and good clothes and
an education.
"Well, senor, after we had taken
Torreon, our chief, General Carranza,
gave us some of the land we had
taken. You cannot know how glad
we were. It seemed to us that this
was the fulfillment of our dream-
"We could not wait. We bufit lit
tle homes, and very soon the green
things were springing from the good
ground that had been waste.
"The time came to move on, and"
we did not want to go. It looked fox
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