The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1893-09-16

from the excited girl and quilted her need
die into the linen.
"Tell me about it, she said
With sighs and tears and adjurations to
the saints (Which sounded to Miss Field
like profane swearing), Jesusa complied
Months ago, Jesusa's father and his
friends began laughing and joking about a
''tender-foot" who was trying TO make
tamales which he could not SELL Finally,
spurred by curiosity and desire to laugh
also, Jesusa passed the. corner where the
newcomer stood OF truth, there he
was but she did not laugh. Oh, no. He
was so pale so pale. His beautiful hair
hung down long and fair, aud his eyes,
blue like the sky, were so sad. Jose and
Miguel, and Mateo still laughed; but Jesusa
said nothing, while they called names with
her father. Many days she passed the pale
Americana and looked-and he looked
One day (and Jesusa smiled through her
tears as she remembered, she stopped and
bought tamale. Holy Mother Her
father was right Yes, it was bad-very,
very bad. But it mattered not. She
bought again and again, and threw them
away. So few customers stopped at the
little stand. Some days she kept an eye
out for her father, and listened awhile as
he talked He had had much trouble
had Senor Perkins; "tinkerin' around with
no job and pains in the weak chest"
Miss Field wiped her mouth lingeringly
with her handkerchief as the soft voice
counterieited the strong accent in the OBJ
viously quoted words.
Jesusas pity and its kin grew rapidly,
and one day she did a wicked, wicked
thing Here her sobs broke out again
violently.
81 am so bad He Iowa me, senorita.
He tell me so, and II Iowa him. o
Virgen Santissima help-a me-
Miss Field pulled her thimble off and on
with an explosive little noise; she looked at
the dishevelled girl through her pince-nez,
and reflected that the emotion of love is
deplorably fatal to repose of manner.
II don't believe you did anything very
bad, Jesusa, she said soOthingly. 10.
The truth came out then. The traitor
GUS daughter had stolen her fathers fa-
nous recipe for tamales, which no other
maker knew, and had given it to this
stranger.
By and by her father laughed less with
Mateo and the others-buth he called names
more. Many people bought at the little
stand. Then her fathers trade became bad
and his swearing worse Senior Perkins,
pains came no more The barber cuts
away his beautiful hair He wears fine
coat and flower in his buttonhole. He
laughs and sings the pretty song, and
others laugh and buy, and buy-but al
ways he loves only Jesusa. Then he bought
the white horse and the yellow wagon, and
he rides and sings and sells the tamales,
and her father walks and curses his rival,
and sells none. And now Senior Perkins
wishes to marry her and she wishes to
marry Senior Perkins, but she is is deadly
fear of her fathers wrath and of the cen
sure of Padre Adam, and is altogether
miserable.
Miss Field was sympathetic but impo-
tent The complications of love, and lucre,
and of fathers, lay and clerical, so upset
her that she forgot her sunshade, and
walked several blocks beyond her hotel
without recognizing it,
Evening came. Father Adam came first,
and Jesusa knew that her cause was more;
than half won from his whispered words !;
Cheer up, my child. l have talked
much with Senior Perkins. Fear moth
ing"
There was much vituperation aud argu-
ing, and many entreaties and commands,
before Mr.. Perkins arrived and negotia-
tions really began. The services of the
holy father were in constant demand as
interpreter and peacemaker Itwas finally
settled that the house in town, the white
horse, the yellow wagon, and the gasoline
stove with full instructions how to run it,
should be given to Senior 0rila for his
consent to the marriage of his daughter
with the American; and, after the sedding
festivities, the young couple should take
up their residence at the ranch.
It seemed to be amicably arranged, aud
Mr.. Perkins gave great sigh of relief,
when there occurred hitch in the paternal
blessing, and the voices rose together in
voluble Spanish.
"What's the row now, padre?" he asked.
aft is of the little song the priest an
swered hesitatingly, while Jesusa came
close to his side and slipped her hand
through his arm.
"Senor Orfila demands that you teach to
him also the song of the tamales.
Perkins shook his head gravely. "rhat's
the sole and only musical production of the
whole Perkins family. don't Gale late to
go round the streets any mere though,
givin promiscus serenades in the day
time
He looked from the bewildered priest to
the sweet, anxious face beside him,
eI'll throw in the song, Father Adam.
can afford considerable boot in this swap,
for, taking it by and large, it is the most
satisfactory dicker | ever made in my life. "