The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1895-01-11

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THE MEXICAN AND A HoSDEsCRIPr FOL-
your case a dose of moral reflections,
with references to celebrated cases of
the sort | have heard you discuss with
disgust"
"How far imagination will carry a
man-almost to idiocy," murmured
Oliver.
1.-THE question:" continued the doc
tor, plaintively, as if he had not heard,
lis, what are you going to do? You
meant well; l should no doubt have
assisted the Troublesome lady - not
driving so far or so fast, perhaps. But
your honest Mexican accomplice rode
his 'gooda beasta' to Parkville last
night, and he and the wcll-mannered
Louis were amiably intoxicated to-
gether. Monsieur is probably well in
formed of all that took place"
(Which was little enough. would
have told him; but had 70 desire to
ridiculous French duel over young
woman l had only seen twice, and both
of us duelists possibly landed in Jail
for breaking the peace by some sa-
gacious sheriff
Il would not go your bail, either, my
friend" smiled DIR. John. Il would
like to see you shut up awhile: you've
sent enough TO prison walls in your
time. If l don't mistal1e-passers are
lew this lonely way, and his horse was
a roan-here comes the Mexican and
his 'gooda beasta,' also nondescript
creature following. who hope is not
the Troublesome lady returning"
Your Judgment in matters pertain
ing to female kind is not accurate"
said Oliver. who had jumped up anx-
iously at the doctors words. This is
an elderly, gaunt and tall female, and
she sits that mule as gingerly as if he
were liable to go out from under her
any moment. Do you know, half be-
lieve that is Aunt Hannah"
Didn't know you had relatives, said
the doctor, following Oliver to the
road.
Il haven't. Mrs. Minny has; and If
the old lady is seeking her, where is
the young lady, and what kind of a
difficulty have / got myself into? She
looks warlibe enough"
Il have brought yea lady from ze
railroa," said the Mexican, obsequious-
ly. "She coma NJ. de Restaud. He
sent-a here for madame"
80 you told him had taken her to
the train?" Oliver said, quickly, dan
gerous light in his gray eyes. You
were fool. l shall come here again,
and can pay more than the French
man. would even have bought that
horse of yours at your most exorbitant
price"
"'You haf not enough mon-nay for to
buy my horse, senior. He is one race
horse. He haf win grand mon-nay for
me. leaf re lady with you; my mule
he tire, she yell all ze way and bump
zeround."
While he spoke, the old lady, with
more haste than elegance, slid to the
ground. unfastened carpetbag tied to
the saddle, Strengthened her black al
paca skirt, and delivered tive-dellar
bill to her guide.
''All you'll git," she said, in a high
pitched nasal voice, If you talk lingo
forever / amt to home in a kentry
where my native tongue is batchered
as you do it, and that's all I'll pay you,
if you talk balderdash all night"
Isl, sonora" gasped the Mexican.
''Yis, / do see; and I've mind to re-
port your insolence to the authorities,
for that see is all I've got out of you
the whole way. And if we amt
leagued over Improbable meaders and
everlasting hills this day, and barren
wastes, to last me till die. When !
git back east I'll hate to look at the
settin' sun for getting reminded of this
journey an NIinny's misfortunes here.
Now, he being gone, misters," she
said, abruptly, as Juan rode rapidly
which of you is the man that made
the mischief in my nephew by mar
riage's family?"
1t was rather an embarrassing gues-
ton. The doctor politely requested
that she sit down and rest, as she
seemed much hurried, and they could
talk more comfortably. After sharp
glance at him she consented, sitting
carefully in chair with a groan. She
was a tall, raw-boned woman. fat as
an ironing-board, tanned and wrinkled,
with strong features, mass of untidy
gray hair and handsome blue eyes
with sly twinkle in them as i she
could see a joke and make one. too.
Somehow the barren life of New Eng
land brings wit and pathos to the sur
face; of the first, the dryest, quaint
est sort, as of the other the saddest
and most hopeless. Her ungloved
hands were work-worn and large
knuckled, hands of that pride of the
village, good housekeeper and one
who has flowers in summer of her own
tending. She pushed an unstable bon
net she wore back on her head and
looked at Oliver severely.
TTo BE ooxTNUED.l