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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
the center of bullets, with a hungry cannon waiting at the end. It doesn 't suit the Latin fitness of things.
But Alvarado was a leader, fearless beneath his fighting blood — and his hour had come ! He started running across the open space, alone ; a straggling line followed. They couldn't help it — his bravery had literally yanked them out.
The firing from the Presidio's windows concentrated on them — a continuous humming sounded in their ears — but this did not bother them, except those that had fallen.
The artillerists saw them coming, and were ramming in a charge. Alvarado started running harder: he must outrun the voice of the cannon. When the panting men were so close that they could see the soot on the gunners' faces, the gun was finally loaded and fused. They started to depress its muzzle.
"Fall flat— for your lives!" yelled Alvarado, and his men obeyed. He was almost upon the piece, and its ear-splitting roar sent him reeling to one side. But he was not wounded, and his men leaped up, cheering. With a rush, the artillerists were captured or driven into the Presidio.
Chico still spurred on his men. Should the worst happen, he had brought in most of the seiioras of the town, as unwilling hostages. Isabella and Olivia were of first importance to him, and they were among them. He watched the capture of his cannon, with signs of terror on his face. Then the panic-stricken artillerists had come rushing in, unnerving his defenders. ' ' That Alvarado ! ' \ they screamed; "diantre! such a devil!"
Meanwhile the "devil" continued his activity, for the cannon was
dragged round and aimed at the Presidio. The government troops became demoralized and deserted the windows. Some cast down their muskets.
What seemed like an unbreakable silence followed, and then — ' ' crash ! ' ' — the voice of the government cannon spoke — this time with a California accent.
A mass of ceiling and splintered timbers came down on the weakening Chico. His plight was pitiful — deserted by all but his secretary, who tried to support the tottering man.
A rush of feet sounded on the stairs, and Alvarado, with his sword flaming like an archangel's, burst in upon him.
"I surrender! I resign!" said Chico, weakly.
' ' Where is the alcalde 's daughter ? ' ' a voice thundered in his ears, and then she came running, out of nowhere, straight into the arms of Alvarado.
It. was the first time he had been surprised by an attack, but he bore it nobly.
"My dreamer!" she murmured from beneath his chin. ' ' How I have wronged you, and can you ever, ever forgive?"
' ' The new government is pledged to forgive every one!" he said, and she took immense comfort in his first official utterance.
A tremendous bumping and crashing, followed by quick rifle shots, sounded from the courtyard below.
"What is it, dearest?" she asked, frightened.
"Oh, an unofficial execution," he said, smiling; "those rifleros Americanos shooting up the gobernador's gold furniture."
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A Dumb Waiter
A mute youth came to the city From a little country town,
And he happened to go
To a Photoshow,
In a front seat he sat down.
By HARRY LEWY
He fell in love with an actress
When onto the screen she came, He went, after the show, To the back door, you know, But he waited and waited in vain.