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ffhe ffueumeari Views Volume i. No. 18. TUCUnCARI, NEW MEXICO, SATURDAY. FEB. 24, 1906. Subscription $1.50 a year. SOUTHWESTERN AT WORK Locating Engineer Ilenning and a Crew of Twenty Men Went to Work Tuesday Morning TO R.EDUCE GR.ADE AND ELIMINATE CURVES II. S. Henning, Locating Engi neer of the Southwestern, and his crew of about 20 men came in Monday from the Dawson cut-off and went to work Tuesday sur veying between Tucumcari and the Canadian river. The purpose we are told is to lower the grade and eliminate the curves on the Dawson line to the coal fields. It is said that the Southwestern will hasten preparations to handle 200 cars of coal per day over the Daw son, and the road will be put in condition for a number of addition al crews that will be put on as soon as motive power now under construction is delivered. The coal haul from Dawson will cm ploy about 10 crews of men. This all looks good to Tucumcari busi ness interests, and the fact that four divisions are to be established from Herrington, Kan., to Santa Rosa, instead of three, which are at BucJdin, Dalhart and Santa Rosa, gives us a reasonable as surance that Tucumcari will be a division. Concerning this a To peka dispatch says: It became known at Topckr that the Rock Island & Pacific Ry company would be compelled to create four divisions on the El Paso branch where three now exist The line runs from Herrington Kan., to Santa Rosa, N. M., the first division ending at lUicklin Kan., the second at Dalhart, Tex. and the third at Santa Rosa, 57 miles away. The wear and tear upon the long runs of both ma chinery and employes makes th new project necessary. It mean that new division points will be re quired, but. the company refuses to state what towns will take th place of Bucklin and Dalhart. Alamogordo is waking up to her duty in the way of advertising he resources. A. P. Jackson and W A. Coo, two of her wealthy citizens both of whom have made their money in Alamogordo and Otero County, have started a scheme to get farmers interested in that sec tion of country. The plan is to employ an immigration agent wh is to go among northern farmers and distribute advertising matte and tell them about the country what it can produce in the way o agriculture, and what it offers homeseekers, BOLD HOLD VP IN MOGOL- LON MOUNTAINS. Bandits Hold Vp Stage En Route From Mogollon to Silver City. WEALTHY CATTLE MAN HELD AS HOSTAGE IN THE MOUNTAINS A Special from Santa Fo to the St. Louis Republic of the 10th, ays: The stage arriving at Silver City from the Mongollon Moun tain mines, reports the most dar ing stage hold-up in recent years Between Alma and Silver City several mounted men halted the stage with drawn revolvers, fore ing the stage driver to hold up his hands. The passengers were or dered to get out of the stage. Among the passengers was Rob ert W. Hannigan, 70 years old. ind a well known and wealthy cat tie man. One of the bandits stat ed that his name was Robert H ol- liman, and that Hannigan's son owed him a large amount of money. He forced the old man to sign note for the amount, and then or 1 1 it . . . uereu tue stage to go on, saying he would keep Hannigan as a hos tage until the money was collected Holliman is well known as i bad man in the mountains, and fears are entertained for the life o the captive, even if the money paid. Mogollon Country is the home o many desperadoes, and the mount ted police are after them. Rein forcements will be sent. It stated that two bank robbers and two murderers are with Holliman MM t T inree years aero riannicran was held up and forced to sign similar papers, but when he reached civi bzation he repudiated them and tried to have the men punished. r nends 01 tne captive man are organizing to go to the rescue Many of the best shots 111 the country are in the posse. Th desperadoes have sent word not to follow them or trouble will result Later information is to the effect that Hannigan's son has paid th Si, 000 demanded by the bandits for the release of his father. Tucumcari is going to need good notei pretty soon. u is an investment that we believe would pay riglit now. mere are many smaller towns than Tucumcari that have found a $20,000 or 30,000 hotel a good investment. What would be the matter with a public library and reading room for 1 ucumenri? Not of the Car negie sort, of course, but some thing to meet the requirements at present, with a chance to grow in the future. The Holy City. Sometimes memory comes to us with a rush, bearing with it the image of a forgotten scene that the years had buried deeply. It came me the other evening at the Methedist church, when those fresh girlish voices were singing 'The Holy City;" though later on t was swept aside by the largess of melody, it comes now again un der the evening horseshoe while the juniper sputters. It was way back in the golden days, it seems almost a lifetime, so much has passed between. In a quaint little Mississipi valley town hidden among the maples, I had stopped for a time, as a printer will, through all of the long sum mer. I liked it, when it pleased me to pass on the world was open before me, so why be in a hurry? There were many interesting phases of life in the little town, not the least of them the great hos pital for the insane at the eastern border. There was a fine band out there and once a week it gave con certs on the great lawn, when the whole countryside would be there, and occasionally there were thcatri cals of no small merit. It was to one of the concerts that we had gone one night early in Scptem ber. The frost had- come early, scattering around a wealth of crim son and gold, carpeting the. aisles of the groves, and bringing down the nuts from their lofty citidels. Ihcre was just the least little breath of autumn in the air that night, and a breeze came up over the southern hills that was fra grant with the odor of browning foliage and hints of purpled or chards. It was the last concert of the season in the open air, and thousand people were there, who listened to song and music, much of it of a class that only the finish cd musician can master, till the end was come. In the meantime the moon had risen over the tree-tops a glorious full moon that tipped the great buildings with silver and softened the bars of unspeakable misery across some of the windows to soft lines of harmony. It was a light direct from heaven, as the Chinese say in their quaint do senptive, and in its light the peo pie stopped, as from one of th upper balconies, where the hope 1 I. 1 1 1 less nau nsteneu, came a voice and God, such a voice I A deep rich contralto, as smooth as the ryhthm of years, and as soft an tender as the call of the infinite We could see the figure of the sing er, in white, but not her face, an both were soon lost in the match less meioay. bne was singing "The Holy City," and in her voice was all the agony of a tortured soul, a torrent of unshed tears, the weet faith of the good a pure in eart. There was far more than the faultless rendition of the diffi cult air. It seemed to me, who food in the moonlight and istened, that it was the call of a soul that had been lost, and yet which turned to the celestial prom ise like a tired and stricken bird peeds to the protecting forest, of the frightened child which atches its first glimpse of the in- nite, and turns with supreme love and confidence to the shadow of the paternal arm. From verse to verse passed the voice in deep and unspeakable tenderness, till at last the end was come, leaving a silence most profound, as with still un covered heads we passed from the sward, and through the great gates that shut out all save hope. Nor was there applause. It was not an occasion for the claque, or for words, but rather a sight into what we were prone to treat with awe. A few days later there came to my case, in the Hospital Notes," among other items; Emma Renard, in her time the greatest contraltothe world has ever known, died at the hospital this morning, aged 36 years. From dissipation her mind and voice were both lost, and she never sang after she was admitted until the last concert, when she surprised the attendents and people by step ping to the edge of the balcony and singing 'The Holy City.' " So that was the singer? No wonder the supreme beauty of the song! What manner of thing must have come to her weary brain that night in the moonlight I For all we know it was the Son of Man saying as he did to Mary Magda lene that though her sins be as scarlet, yet they were forgiven, and that seeing with a vision far beyond our ken, she beheld in fact the streets of the eternal city, in the land of peace, where the weary shall find rest, amid green meadows and by soft-running waters, where we shall see the faces and hear the voices of those we have loved and seemed to have lost. Who knows? Will Robinson in Roswell Tri bune. John A. McCall, until recently president of the Mutual Life In surance Company of New York, died Sunday the 18th, at Lake wood, N. J., where had gone for the benefit of his health about three weeks ago. Where is John D. Rockefeller, and what is the matter with Pat terson, is now a universal query of the press of the country. f. 1 1 -$dir '