The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-13

lot with a shawl over her head. and aw-
! tul dark complicated He's mashed on
/ her bad"
The girl looked at him inquiriHgly.
Don you know what mashed means
/ yeti | haven't time u explain now, but
when l have chance for-er-miscel-
laneous conversation, I'll tell you all
| about 1t. We must keep strictly to bust
ness to-day, Jesusa. BY the way, would
! you mind II l call you Susie for shortl
The whole name don't come natural
as it because of my fathers anger and
that it is his name also2" the daughter
asked, with a wistful look
'Why-no. The truth is. / amt never
been accustomed to using the name Just
1 for everyday wear, as II were, and it
comes sort o. awkward even if il is pro-
nounced way of the spellin'. The pref
test girl / ever knew was named Susan
but she wasn't half as pretty as you are"
Jesusa slipped her hand into his and
smiled up into his face
1T is well. What Them
Things can't go on this way" Perkins
resumed. This sneakin is played out.
I'm going TO have it out with the old man,
and set down my whole weight when l
come to see you Pm sick of perchiu' on
the edge of the chair ready to jump and
run"
''But next month 1 shall be free, and
he swears at you so. If he should
shoot"
Lord bless you, little girl, don't you
worry. He dassent shoot. / know you
come of age next month. rode out to
the ranch Sunday, and | tellyou it is just
sufferin' for good dose Of Yankee far
MINI
Jesusa tried to look intelligent
''You know my dear, that this tamale
business amt really worthy of a man o.
my talents. There's some money in 1t,
and Pm free to confess there have been
peddlers in the Perkins family before;
and when Teller had to wear his hair on
his coat collar and go barefooted in his
boots for want of cash won't deny it
was godsend,n
81 do not understand" ventured the
perplexed Jesusa.
''Well, no, | S'pose not"
Perkins had been talking more to him
self than to his companion. He pushed
in a hairpin that was falling from her
loOsened braids and picked thread from
her shoulder
Listen here, little girl We've been
engaged now for a considerable spell
We amt either Of us happy this way, and
l propose that we get married next
month and go out to the ranch to live.
What do you say3"
"But-Padre Adam dare not tell to
him"
'Padra Ahdom2 Great Scott! Have
| got to tackle another father? Who's
Padra Ahdom"
Jesusa was sobbing now.
81 am so miserable whenI go to church
i have not confess"
ooh, see-the priest-there's another
complication. --f
Perkins pondered-a minute and Jesusa
wept on.
Il wonder how it would do to play one
old fellow off on the other" he muttered
irreverently. "Hush, little girl don't
cry" he said aloud. II can't stand it,
Do you know that sometimes when
think of you so scared and unhappy,
almost break down right In the middle of
my singin'."
Jesusa wiped away her tears obedi-
entity,
'I'm goin' right off to see the priest
Susie, dear, and if | don't fix things, 1t
won't be for the lack Of argument. You
keep your father at home this evening
and invite Sonora Sanchez here. I'll
come down, and we'H have settlement.
I'll ask the priest TO be on hand to inter
pref l ceHldn't d6ahyself Justice in an
argument, you see, when the other fellow
don't know anything of my language but
cuss-words and don't know enough of
his to sass back. Good-by, my dear, don't
cry any more; your cheeks are all in a
fever now, and
She slipped from his encircling arm as
the gate clicked again.
"Hush ~ she whispered fearfully. at
is the senorita who comes to learn the
drawnwork," she added, with relief
The Americans bowed eivilly to each
other, and the two women watched Mr..
Perkins as he drove away, his narrow
shoulders held very straight and the fiery
tank on a level with his head.
Ie was evident to Miss Field that her
pretty teachers thoughts were wander
ing as the lesson went on and she strong
ly suspected that an unfortunate affair of
the heart had Redeemed Jesusa's long
dashed eyelids and swelled her pretty
nose. In her thirty years of existence.
the course of true love, rough or smooth,
had never turned Miss Fields way at all.
but she did not doubt her ability to ar
range the current for Jesusa, and so she
gently invited her confidence. 1t was as
she suspected; but she was somewhat
disenchanted that the prosaic, unmistak-
able Yankee who had just left was the
lover.
HE is New Highlander, is he notl"
she asked.
az know rot. He have said he is a one
lunger.' know not if it is the same"
much the same" this visitor from
wow -IAlAts 4hllAl dllSN bItNl MibI lAlJS buub
twitched little; lis he in partnership
with your fatherl"
''No, no, no My father says he shall
kill him. Oh, Madre de Dios what have
l done}" and again the tears flowed.
Miss Field took the embroideryfra
from the excited girl and quilted her
needle into the linen.
Tell me about it" she said.
With signs and adjuratiohs to the saints
(Which sounded to Miss Field like pro-
fame swearing), Jesusa complied.
Months ago, Jesusa's father and his
friends began laughing and joking about
'tenderfoOtH 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, and his eyes,
blue like the sky, We're so sad. Jose, and
Miguel, and Mateo still laughed; but Je-
susa said nothing, while they called names
with her father. Many days she passed
the pale Americana and looked-and he
looked. One day land Jesusa smiled
through her tears as she remembered),
she stopped and bought tamale. Holy
Mother! Her father was right Yes, it
was bad-yery, very bad. But il mat
tered not She bought again and again,
and threw them away. So few customers
stopped at the little stand. Some days