Huerta has a handsome, quiet-faced wife and eleven children. These and a rented house (he has never lived at Chapultepec or at the Palace) are, up to now, his only apparent worldly possessions. I doubt whether he has the inclination or takes the time for an undue amount of grafting. He is, from what I hear, very canny in the matter of human equations and seems full of vitality and a sort of tireless, Indian perseverance. They say that the more he drinks the clearer his brain becomes. Nine Spaniards that were killed in Torreon the other day, on refusing to give up their goods and money, had their execution preceded by such gentle rites as digging their own graves. Villa has declared no quarter to Spaniards; they must get out of _his_ Mexico, bag and baggage, and he intends to see that the Church leaves with them. On all sides are praises of N.’s handling of the many complicated questions coming up, and his being _persona grata_ with all parties. It is known that though in the carrying out of difficult orders from Washington there is an absolute point-blankness, in their own affairs the Mexicans can count on tact, courtesy, and any service compatible with his position. I imagine that Mr. Lind will soon be realizing the futility of an indefinite stay on Mexican soil. There are no results--and I rate him a man used to results. FOOTNOTE: [1] The German minister. II Sanctuary to Bonilla--Sir Lionel and Lady Carden--Carranza--Mexican servants--First reception at the American Embassy--Huerta receives the Diplomatic Corps--Election Day and a few surprises. _October 13th._ Manuel Bonilla, a former Maderista, Minister of Ways and Communications (known sometimes as “Highways and Buyways”), now Senator from Sinaloa, has just come, begging asylum. They are out to kill him. He greatly resembles the people who are after him. Of course we have had a room made ready for him, and he can stay quietly in it until a chance offers for getting out of the country. His room, by the way, contains the bed that Mrs. ---- refused when she was shown over the Embassy, saying, “What! Sleep in the bed of a murderess?” The murderess being dear, gentle, pretty Mrs. Wilson, my late _chefesse_, and the murdered ones, I _suppose_, being Madero and Pino Suarez!