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THE SUN, SUNDAY, APRIL 7, 191?.
ZAPATA, MEXICAN REBEL LEADER, INTERVIEWED Found by THE' SUN'S Correspondent in Camp, Tells Why He Is Fighting President Madero from The St'N'a special correspondent. TKiit'AfANt Stnte of Pucbla, March 20. I imvn Just returned from a twelve hours Imrscbnck ride from the Chula Mountains. 100 miles went of here, after trending a few hours In the camp of Kmlllano 'apatn, leader of the Zapa II; t rebels whose activities have exas perated three Administrations and whose petty successes havo contrib ute to set the republic afire. Tuerto (One-Eyed) Morales, who, with Eufemlo. Emlllano's brother, contributes the brains of tho movement, Is an old acquaintance. When last I saw him he was a peaceful, lazy cargador. or human furniture van, In tho historic town of Cunutla. When Kmlllano de clared himself actively opposed to den. plaz the soft spoken Tuerto removed the head strap by which he carried enormous bulky weights and disap peared Into the mountains. lte passed my horizon again at the battle of Horseshoe Hill, near Cuerna vara, on February 19, when his forces ere stcnally defeated by (Jen. Juven clo Ilobles. And yesterday t talked to him beneath a great tamarind's cool shade. In the meantime rustic saga and exaggerated legend had spoken vociferously of his deeds and prowess; and I was amused to remember that the bloodthirsty and picturesque brigand, for whose head Madero willingly would jive much money, had once removed hts tattered hat and humbly thanked me for the four cents I chose to reward htm with for, carrying my grip to theJ railroad station, -ine price oi m rib of mescal was ample perquisite In those piping times of peace; whereas now he demands a village for Immunity! With the steel tracks of the railway, glimmering In the fearful heat, from Tehuacan to La Huerta as a base, the Chula Mountains In the purple distance for the apex, and my course cutting across the yellow plains northwest of La Huerta, I figured out my map three days ago and decided that I would at tempt to see the Southern Eagle In his mountain eyrie before returning to Mexico city. My mission, the portray al of conditions near Tehuacan after the locustlike Zapatlst hordes had dev astatcd the country, otce accomplished. 1 was about to purchase a ticket for Puebla, when I accidentally overheard two cargadors conversing In the street. Forced Peons to Tell. "He Is at La Perla." whispered one. "Is he coming here?" Inquired his companion. "I do not know, but Tuerto was In town last night and left this morn ing for the Chulas. I hope he comes; I am tired of working." Using the last sentence as a club, I forced the two peons to tell mo what they knew. That Zapata was at La Perla Ranch nt the base of the distant mountains; that the versatile Tuerto had been In town a few hours before and that the rebels had abandoned the State of Morelos for the richer pastures of I'u bla these bits of news altered my luans, and by 9 o'clock I had purchased h hon-e and set out down the dusty road Indicated b- my two scamp friends, for the Chula Mountains. The day was Hot; the road uneven and randy; my horse a hard trotter; the saddle uncomfortable With Its great round, flat horn, low cantle and short stirrups riveted Into Immutability; the canteen warm; my clothes sticky and hot In the sunshine, and the tombllkc silence about, combined with an unin teresting landscape, nearly caused me to turn back to town, where tee clinked npalnst a slender glass. Long rolling hills, devoid of alt vege tation but dried yellow shrubbery; the winding road; not a single thatched hut In sight; everywhere nothing but vast ftretches of empty, desolate space. On the rises my horse would pause of his mvn accord, while I scanned a shimmer Ins waste. In the ravines the heat (lewd In like an aching conscience. Th town was lost behind; the moun tains seemed no nearer. Kar In the north a small cloud slowly writhed nnd twisted Into a myriad con tours. I would pull my hat over my eyes, count 100, and look for the cloud. Now It was pulled out like a slender wilted lady's glove; now It huddled into a xiunt faint resemblance to a Dllllken; nraln It spread out like a feathery fan! It drew up In the middle like an hour r!a;i; it rose like an accusing finger to th Zenlth. With the patter of the horse's phuffllng feet I hummed Casey Jones until I shouted aloud to drive the Inann rhythm from my mln6 I discovered that I was clutching the plateiiko saddlo horn tightly with both hand". I wet my lips, wiped my tongue on my sleeve and left a grimy smear on the. khaki. At the Canon's Bottom. My Jaws would relax, only to tighten h"n thought of something else. I l" .' l for tho cloud It had disinte grated Into n drove of sheep. I started 'o 1 mt them and found, to my hor ror u,nt I was counting to the tune , "f ite famous .tones. I loosened my i r" t mi In the stirrup and rested on I iiKht. The horse stopped. We nt tho bottom of a steep canyon I" i" '.'ch grow an Immense tamarind ,r " near tho roadside, Its trunk ten f "' In diameter, Its great branches t ' high in the air and falling over 1 nrri Dm ground In a majestic sweep a preen waterfall. , I ."nenth the tree, lying with right "" for a pillow, his horse sleeping ! drooping head and tall, my vision r fi ll tlw dusty form of Tuerto Mo ' Hi- was fast asleep. What a k.i r inu enjoyment the sight would Un il till T UTto. bosom of Madero! Dlsplerta, flojo" (wake threw up his head, stood y ii vr nostril, and Morales ' Ins feet, rifle in hand, frlght- " In eye, and gazed at me. 1 ii know me, Tuerto7" I In ' ping my hands on the horn line xi.i rertnlnly. What are you I knew you In Cuautla, IT, 1'Jlr i.f : r d my head and climbed stiffly We sat and talked until nearly 6 o'clock. Tho shade was smooth and cool and refreshing, Tuerto In a good hu mor and my horse soon gratefully doz ing near his companion. "So you havo come to see el Jefe?" said my friend as wo lay gazing up Into tho trcctop. "The chief Is not fond of reporters and was especially enraged over the series of articles you wroto last fall, In which you Inslstlngly recom mended that his head be severed, adding that he would then be a fit person to treat with. He Is a sensible man, how ever, and will probably realize that you had1 to say that to earn your wages. When It gets a little cooler we will pro ceed." We talked or rather Tuerto mumbled long eloquent phrases while I listened drowsily. His exploits were recounted at length. He dwelt with gusto and de tail on the narration of sanguinary bat tles, relating the number of Federals who perished by his hand. They Feared the Result. "It Is a hard fight, and we sometimes fear the result," he said. "They accuse us of barbarous methods with the wounded. Let me tell you. my friend," he grew excited, rising to or.e elbbw nnd looking down Into my face. "Let me as sure you that the atrocities practised by the Government soldiers so far sur pass .ours that comparison dies before It Is born. "At the battle of El Utile the detach ment under my command was forced to flee after I had killed six soldiers my self. We fled through the Jungles to the outskirts of the town. Imagine our terror when we discovered ten rurales riding out of the street to meet us. We dispersed In all directions; I myself ran Into an abandoned hut, climbed up to the middle rafter and lay there still as a night owl. "Through a torn place In the wall T watched proceedings outside. Fle of my men were taken. Their hands were tied and they were thrown to the ground beside another hovel. Soon the rurales returned.' They had caught one other fellow. A discussion Immediately arose, and It was decided to execute them. "They were offered their lives and freedom on the condition they tell where I was. Although my men cbuld see my face through the aperture, they shrugged their shoulders and laughed at their executioners. Finding that It VARIED AND BEWILDERING IS The old colored cook In Cuba when she goes to market can pick out the pork obtained from pigs which have been fed on sugar cano alone, and she refuses to purchase any other. No one can cheat her Into buying alcohol made from any other sourco, cither. Some foreigners may not Is now real aguardiente, pure and undeflled sugar cane made, but she does. She bathes her face in it, sip It, rubs the th t tB 8 d ropof lt in th(s baby's . ' fnrharf hot soun. makes a cross on the forehead as a charm against evil spells with the aguardiente and thanks heaven for tho ever present remedy. It restores her spirits as efficaciously as Frenoh cognac does her Spanish master's. Should a wound bo received a remedy Is at hand; tho soro is bathed In aguar diente, a little is taken for the stomach's sake, and all Is well, Aguardiento is as close, even much closer at hand often than is water, and it in tho remedy or nil remedies for every III. flesh Is heir to anion? the majority of natives. Some times it Is used to spico a hot cup of tea made from the leaf of tho oram;n tree or a distilled hot teii called tlla. All the infirmities of man urn supposed In Cuba to be helped, If not cured, by a drink of some kind, hot or cold or tepid, but iced, never, What a flying In the faco of Providence to a Cuban it U to drink iced anything' Tun, as known In other countries I slightly esteemed nnd seldom used. As to water, yes, it l used as a drink In every Iiouhh, fltil it U natural water. A "tlneja" for water MancN in every home, enclosed by slats of mahogany or earved teakwood and ivory, ucoording t lte owner's wealth, and In the Urge was useless, the officer ordered them shot. They were Jerked to their feet and backed against the wall, "Notwithstanding the fact that the law says tho shooting squad must be ten yards away from tho victims, these ruralca stood within ten feet of my men and shot them In the face, contrary to the same law which says they must be shot with one bullet each In tho breast. I nearly tumbled from my hiding place with fury at tho sight. When two or thrco charges had been fired Into the motionless figures one of tho rurales went up and searched the bodies. One man had ten centavos in his pocket, another live. Tho soldier kept the spoil.. Discovering that one of the men had a gold tooth, ho picked up n stone and smashed tho bloody head until the jagged mouth yielded up the bit of gold. This he also pocketed. Jmt , . m trmr ..js. atv mwihwmKX-ixs jam.. ZAPATA, ' or rS MEXICAN 3?EVOlVTfi "No effort was made to bury them and tho soldiers went away in search of me. I waited until sundown and then rejotned my forces. I have heard that the troopers cut the ears off the dead rebels to prove how many were slain In battle. I have not seen this, however; but I have no doubt It Is true." Saw Twinkling Campfires. Tuerto's talk was Interesting, but when one Is In search of a Hon a4 hyena is disappointing. At C o'clock we saddled the horses nnd rode on. In the cool of the eve ning we pushed nbead nt a rnpld pace and Just before we entered the long valley nt the foot of the mountains I noticed that the cloud -had grown nnd was tumbling about -In the ultramarine heavens like barber's foam. Far up the hillside could be seen the twinkling campfires of the Zapatlst camp. As we started up tho mountainside. a voice rang out; "Quien vlve?" (Who goes there?) "Viva Zapata. Soy yo, el Tuerto." (It is I. the One-Eyed!) . The sentry stood out from behind a boulder, saluted and we went on up tho tortuous path. We soon came in sight of the camp. Dozens of flres were blazing about; whole quarters of veal from the ranch herd were roasting with pleasant smell; dark forms passed between us and the flames, and we dismounted, gave the horses to a rebel and advanced to the main group. A man arose, gazed sharply Into our flamellt faces and stepped forward to meet us. It was Kmlllano Zapata. "Hello, Tuerto. Who Is that?" he asked In a sharp voice. "Good evening, Chief. This to a pen cil driver who has come to see our little band of cutthroats, as he called us last September." Zapata gazed Intently at me, then held out his hand. porous earthern Jar within Is water, but lee, never. In the poorer houses swings the " per ron " somewhere In the circulating air. It Is a porous earthenware bottle. You drink from it directly by throwing back your head and poising It, deftly aiming tho stream from tho right spout- -for thore are two, one to drink from, tho other to fill it by-straight down the throat. No water ever tastes better, even from a coconnut gourd, but practice alone can mako perfect In Uextority with the "por ron," Hut perhaps you cannot learn. Olal you must lie a foreigner, "un estranjoro." Oh, well, then thoro are other arrange ments to suit you better. Quick servidor, bring something to drink-for no native over releases a visitor without offering 1 hl"J something cooling to drink. Tamarind is cooling to foreign blood. It is served as a crushed pulp mixed with sugar nnd water. Perhaps you prefor a refreshing drink of crushed pineapple but pineapple In Its natlvo juicy, normal state uixl superiority. There are a hun-Jj-od "refrescoft" of juiey fruits, ever nt hand, from tho anon, the custard apple planted in the Garden of Kden by mother Nature, to the chirimoa, tho pupaya and scores of others. Their names may bo unpronouncealilo to the htraugnr, but are glibly rolled off by tho residents of the (lunlert of Kden, ns every native calls his beloved island, Th"li there are tho panales. These are made of sugar ami uIiIIk of 'gg dried in tho form of honeycombs, ami a Jur of them is usually found on top of every tlneju ready for use, while stacks of theiu are risible In all the cafes. Pleasant "Hollo, young man, You are quite a beardless youth to suggest the de decapltatlon of Kmlllano Zapata. But I suppose you will get wiser as the years go by. Como over and cat." Tho rebel chieftain Is forty-ono years of age, five feet eight Inches tall, with broad shoulders, slender hlpsj legs bowed from a lifetime In tho saddle, long rangy arms, a narrow head with low brow, straight wiry purple-black hair; flashing, suspicious, ever moving dark eyes; hooked nose, small cars, high cheekbones, hollow checks, flowing black mustache, perfect teeth and a strong pointed chin. Stared Boldly at Auditor. He stares boldly nt his auditor, Is eloquent with shoulder and hands, smiles rarely nnd has a good command of the Spanish language. It Is dlfll- M mumwfssswmi' Jit mritM: 3Knray mm mwn-.in OTTHS cult to gauge his sincerity, and It Is said that he has promised his men four clays of unlicensed looting when he takes Mexico city. Thnt he Is a natural leader Is not to bo doubted. His followers obey his orders with prompt docility, they fear him perhaps more than they respect him or love him, but they follow and obey him. The people of his country ndoro him and prefer death to telling of his movements. Ho himself has never been seen on the field of battle, but aware of every move made by the enemy, as Is evi denced by the reenforcements he sends from his wildly scattered hordes to the band engaged. His capture will be a difficult thing. Every emissary from Madero remains In his camp and shares his fortunes. We ate tortillas, a thin flat cake of ground corn meal, beaten out by hand and baked on a hot tin, and broiled meat without salt. Zapata said little, but devoted himself to completing a hearty meal, during which ho con sumed an astonishing number of cakes and a great quantity of meat When to the palate? Of course. Every one finds them useful in outting the dust from the throat In tho "Garden of Edon where the heat makes tho mouth llko a dry spongo. Simple? Yes, very; so are the delectablo limn drinks so abundant, tho real thing and not concoctions of sotno drug essence Junfr follow tho old negroes with tho largo gold hoop In her nose, who was transplanted to this island from Mozam bique about a decade ago follow her as she goes strolling along, jingling a triangle as -sho begs coppers on her way to the corner grocery to get her sip of firewater or a cup of red claret. As she dawdles and jingles she sings a common refrain, "So Hays the Priest. This is almost the only class seen drunk on the stroets. The cart driver, an emigrant from the Basque country of Spain, will be at tho corner grocery also for his thimbleful of "Manzanilla," a kind of apple toddy made In Spain. Hanging from a rafter there may be a strange looking object somewhat resembling a large smoked ham, but It is in reality a pigskin filled with ordinary wine. Tne Chinese quarters roveal another kind of "beliida." A largo number of C'hiueso remain in Cuba, where a living may Im had with small labor and less capital, Homo earn enough by morely ringing tho bell in a railroad station for the t.uin to leave, Othe h are storekeep ers or truck gardeners and others are do mesticH in well to do families. Some of them, wen us beggars, look more limn any other beggurs as If qililo deserted by "Ka," who gave the hoed of life. In Uio Chinese store there are tucked away quit out of sight many black squat he finished he leaned back and picked his teeth with the point of a hunting knife twelve Inches long, eyeing me closely the while. What time I did not watch the leader I looked about the camp. There were about one hundred men In sight, and around a shoulder of the mountain were scores more, eating and resting like us. They were short, swarthy, heavy set fellows In every Imaginable costume and armed with every conceivable weapon known to man. Government army coats, taken from the dead, great straw hats, sandals, army boots, ragged, soiled linen trousers, greasy blue uniforms, a brand new khaki suit, felt hats, turbans mndo of old shirts or bandana hnndkerchlefs; pis tols, antiquated and automatic, muzzlo loading shotguns, rifles, Winchesters, ZAPATA BOD YCTUA 7?B AMD FLAG- Krags, Mausers, German rifles, pump guns, knives, sling shots, hatchets, pow der horns, cartridge, jelts, machetes, sabres, pocket knives every thinkable accoutrement and habiliment embel lished and adorned this motley crew of land pirates. Looe Songs Amid Dangers. We reclined on ' our blankets, with saddles for pillows, our feet toward the fire. Together we listened to the grad ual stilling of the camp. Somewhere beyond the big boulder, a natural artist THE TIPPLE pots filled with a liquor looking like Ink. This is to be had at any and all prices according to the customer's pocketbook. As Coolie John travels to and from market this stuff steeped in opium nerves him for another trial at "rifa rifa, " his own pet gambling sport. Becauso tho hot "guarapo" is pure and healthful one should taste lt when visit ing a sugar mill or "ingenio. "Guarapo " is the hot boiling cane juice before lt is made into granulated sugar. Often a thimbleful of anisette or klmmel is put in to remove its insipidity. Invalids stand in the vapor of this foaming syrup and drink lt hot daily aa a supposed remedy for many diseases of the body. But the drink of all drinks In Cuba is Just coffee. Even babies In swaddling clothes drink coffee and milk as it Is pre pared in a native Cuban household a cupful of fresh boiled milk with just a dash of coffee. The pure bean is not even ground out on the plantations, in some instances it is morely crushod and put into a flannel bag, boiling water then being poured ovor it. , .It is something of a problem how to secure fresh milk in Cuba, where it has been known to curdle almost on leaving the cow, Tho wnil In many households of early morning is "Ay! ohl the milk is curdled, No coffee or milk." Tho llrst born takes up the cry of "Ay mama-itu," and the next heir chants it to the rising sun, till all down tho lino goes a howl, for milk alone is tho common breakfast, luirtaken of by all, In the cities and lnwiis to prevent this ralmnlty tho cow uuil her calf are brought to one's doorsill and there, the milkman seated on the very doorstep, the cow la milked, Reforms Demanded in Mexico's Govern mentDenies He Is a Bandit Counter Charges of Cruelty thrummed a guitar. Instantly the men quieted and hearkened to tho song. That Is Tuerto and Eufemlo, my brother," murmured Zapata, as two voices arose In the stillness of the mountainside. Tho singers began their song In sweet, quivering crescendo, tho guitar throbbing a strange, haunting second. The breeze stirred tho leaves above us; far down tho reaches of the slopes a coyote burked, tho staccato yelp break ing into a long, weird, cachlnnatlve howl that told of demons tearing at tho heart of tho mangy fugitive. Away over to tho right and above us a piercing, shrill, reechoing howl answered back; to tho left a series of angry barks took up tho cry; from the summit floated down on the sweet scented air the wild scream of a panther, and from all sides, perhaps miles away but seeming near on account of tho pe culiar penetrating timbre of tho wild wolf h cry and the natural acoustics or tho mountain crags, aroso the cowardly defiance of the coyotes challenge to the hill leopard. The song continued. Drowsy melody meant for sleepy ears! Soft words conveying tender sentiments lilting to Denslve strains! Tho folklore of a legendary, wondrous people set to music that Is tho counterpart and child of fnrput hreezes. murmuring brooks, rip pllng freshets, pattering rain, warm moonlight, whispering things or tne woods music that Is the expression of Nature's tenderest, warmest passionate moods. If I thould pause beneath thy window, dear, An aehtnc heart within me. If I ahould tell my lonclnc wltn, dear. Could I ezpeet a fiance from UeeT If In thy little handi my heart lay, If In thy eyes my future told Ita tale; Could I but know that pulsing heart you hold, dear, Could. I but read my future In thine eyei. Could I but touch thy garment's hem. dear, Methlnks beneath thy window I could die. The song died away in a drawn out, melancholy wall, the guitar rounded up the notes with a soft jumble of chords, and the night was still. I was awakened by a conversation carried on beside me in low tones. With closed eyes, I listened. OF CUBA In Cuba the cafe Is open on all sides and within sit rich and poor day in and day out sipping, sipping. No one drinks In Cuba. Every ono sips. Nobody could keep drinking all tho time, but sipping has tho advantago that one can keep it up almost perpetually. Chocolate may be found at some 6 ojclock tea where the guests are of mixed blood, but it is no false presentation of this rich nourishing cup, but the true "fabrica" made from the bean right In the city of Havana, where are large fac tories importing It direct from South America. In vast cool "almaoens along tho wharves of large cities are to be had wines, oily and rich, fit for a golden chalice, pure, uanadulterated, from Cadiz direct or other markets. There are some of the ordinary soda fountains, but thoy are supposed to be for the use of foreigners chiefly, A Kentucky Family Record. From the Brandenburg Messenger. Clint McCarty, who killed Mrs. Re becca Frank In Loulsvtllo a few days ago, was well known here, having lived near town nnd opposite this place In Indiana until twelve years ago, when ho moved to Louisville, He certainly belonged to an Ill-fated fumlly. Thirty-eight years ago his father, Allen Mcl.'uity, was shot In a fuloon In this city. About twenty years ngci his mother una murdered. She lived uctr the Harden county lino and was shot by Zauk GUI. A sou of Clint MeC'arly, iiKrd 8 years, shot a brother 4 years old whllo handling a gun, About four yi'.ns hko a slater of Mccarty's committed suli'lde la Umls vllln by taking poison, Juat u (ew ils ago before the above shooting McCarty had a son lo dl In Loulavllla. They are within oloven miles, seflor, said the panting voice of i dusty com lor. "I saw them at El Higo from the summit of the Tiempo Hill. Thci-o muvt have been 300 and they havo three field guns. They were marching fast in this direction.' Ale Breakfast in Saddle. Zapata said something I could not catch, shook my shoulder and shouti'd to a bugler. Before I slipped on my boots, the hoarse, guttural elIow of a horn blew down the mountain, and the men hastily scrambled to their feet. I am sorry wo must leavn you," said Zapata to me. "But ono of my men has Just como In with the news that tho Government soldiers nre fast on my trail. They aro on tho other side of tho mountain. I will go with you u part of the way back to Tehuacan, ns my road lies In that direction." We ate our breakfast in the saddle. The morning was cool and tho fresh foliage of the slopes looked Inviting ni I contemplated tho long trip lack to town. We reached the foot of the moun tain, formed In lino and started down the road. Zapata and I rode about ten yards in advance, Tuerto nnd Kufemio Zapata, whom I had .met and found to bo a bright young man, of more talent but les Initia tive than his older brother, bringing up the troop. Ordinarily Zapata rides in the middle of his men, with scouts far in advance to watch for ambushes; but the road was wido nnd the plains clear. "They accuse mo of brigandage, with no sense of right, government or politics," he said as we rode. "Perhaps it Is true that my knowledge of politics In meagre; I know nothing of stealing from the poor to enrich those already possessed of more than they know what to do with. That seems to me to lie tho aim and end of politics in this count ry. My Idea of government is tho em ployment of such measures as will con duce to the greatest happinea, nnd any deviation from this ideal is, in my opinion, tyranny, and I am opposed to tyranny. For thirty years my people were l?nt beneath that yoke; every morning I looked at the' apple of revolution, but it seemed it would never ripen. Finally, I plucked tho fruit of resistance to oppression, and now I am feeding it to Madero aa I served it to Diaz in bis last days and as I brought It to the table around which sat the aristocratic and religious Do la Barra and his conspirators hatching their eggs of intrigue. Oh, how I hato them all! If I have lo bum and steal and kill to let them know and feel my hatred of them and their acts, I shall steal and burn nnd kill. I have no other weapons, and I use the ones I have. They will never put me down, nnd should they kill me they will havo a malignant, hating, cursing, omnipresent ghost to deal with. Madero Is Arraigned. Madero cries out that he has not had a chance to mako good tho promises ho scattered so profusely when he needed help. "We of the South, and tho rebels of tho North, would havo given him every chance, but ho started his career by ex iling Iteyes, who could have boon made to eat out of his hand if appointed Min ister of War; by elevating I'ino tluarrr. to tho Vice-Presidency in place of Fran cisco Vazquez Gomez, tho people's prefer ence; by compelling the resignation of Emilio Vazquez, who had done nothing but good; by rewarding his incapable men with the governorship of States, by listen ing to tho counsels, nay, demands of Gus tavo Madero, the cause of tho whol trouble; by rewarding Orozco and offer ing to pay me for my services with a subordinate position in the army. "By these, and many other moves, he awoko my suspicions, which were latT confirmed by his weak and uncoitain atti tude in dealing with the problems of state; liy his action in surrounding himself with men in a fashion which ho probibly be lieved was similar to that of Diaz, or Napoleon with his marshals, but which was really tho method employed by a cowardly schoolboy in choosing big com panions on tho proposition that becauso they wero big they could fight and defend him from tormentors. "Madero is not a man to occupy the Presidential chair, and I shall mako ita point to oust him from It. I shall never cease fighting until he is an outcast. It would give me personal pleasure to hang him from the highest cypress tree at Cha- pultepeo. "Ho Is a traitor, Inasmuch as every art of his has been antagonistic to Mexico's prosperity and development. Ho has failed In his promises and proved weak In his premises. He 1b a small man. No, I do not know who will lo his suoceasor. Frankly, I see no ono worthy of the position. But Madero being tho lowest throw from Fnto's dlco box, the chances are thnt the next throw will l bettor; surely Fortuno will not repeat tho deuce. Any honest man who would have the strength to live up to his char acter would be better thin Madero, no matter if his wisdom and statecraft weie weak. Ho can hire men to do that work. Need a Strong President. In jur country wo need a strong Presi dent to direct affairs, or a Cabinet that can. In your country you havo a Con stitution that Is respected, laws that are obeyed and men to enforco both. In Mexico we have not these things. There fore we need a man at tho top and not a silly automaton like Madero, nor yot a gross, merciless dictator litco Diaz. Certainly, De la Barra is not tho man. I must leave you hero. You know my Ideals partition of tho great estates among tho poor, good wages and wor)( tin all, honest administration of tho judges' offices, Justloo to all with a fair trim, punishment commensurate with the crime, peaceful relations with your country, the removal from power of usurpers and tho unfit, and the elect ion to olllco of good, cam bio Mexicans; those plunks, as yoi call them, or vital in the platfmm of th plan of Han Luis Potosi, which Mattoio drew up and failed to live up to. "I shall hope to see you in Moxleo city before long. Try to tell tho truth in your paper, nnd do not lieliovo that all our battles are lost, or that wo always I oho more men than tho enemy, or that Kmlllano Zapata is a lumlil with an out law's ideals. We stopped our horses and awaited I ho oavalftidn behind. They rude up, eh l: hands with mo, and turned out of tho l ivid, I watched them out of sight around ihu base of a hill. The mountain was mllos Iwhind, nnd tno roaa to i cummin loug and hot and dusty.