Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-07-18

tious task Of cleansing them, under Lucia
Eulalia's approving smiles, all nature
seemed 10 smile, The sun shnnc warm and
warmer, the river ran blue and hlaer, for
Lucia had "hlucSi" it, She had also al
lowed the root of n whole Snap trrc 10
Antouio'S garments. She was right In do
ing this, hut somehow in my struggle
with the sheep hcr,liuS stains VI six months
over my person, When this unaccuStolncd
lalia asked softly il had tirV.
ION, ne, WAS declaring, n have no
tirtN when some appnachng American
voices were heard, Lucia clapp~a her
hands tragically, and running To the chap
arral began hastily to gather the linen
thenfuam | caught from her manner
that the owner W the shirts had tird VI
waiting and WAS coming for them, had
OWNED Alright, but had not OWNED far
enough. As they emerged from the ala
meia TO the west ot the river | could sce
they were lady and Ecntlcman, had
almost managed look OF industry and in.
noccncc rs they approached lis and raised
my eyes to Impress them with IL when
gracious saints Guadalupe and great
lchuSaphat, Was that Maxwell, the man
l had robbed of the Nalcdirtory in 1887 ut
Ann Arhory True, l had no grudSc
against him on that account, hut my
dream Of meeting him again and making
il right" had not been like this MAXWELL
II was, with his stylish bride, He threw
me n careless glance nj first, thon hcgan
10 dawn ON him, slowly hut surely. He
QuizEed Lucia in miserable Spanish, in u
cowaNily way Thought
'Quirn rs|' he said, indicating me.
Smilngly, rs II pleased 50 to honor mo,
Lucia presented mo to Maxwell and his
wife rs mi amigo, Senior BecES," lcould
feel that the hluing and tho soap root
and the river water were all ninglinR In
one grand river W prrSpiration toward the
collar of my ncgligcc shirt, ! could feel
that all the CONSIDERATIONS In the heavens
and all the mundane landscape around me
wcrr Waiting giddily together, An in
tense longing for homo and mother came
over mo that Nero words cannot depict,
For one wild moment | thought would
rush into my old chum's arms and toll
him "all " like tho wrunHcd hero In the
last act would say vohcmcntly; This
is not me regular business. I'm u civil IN
ginccr at two fifty n month, I'm only do
ing this for fun, etc.
But while was thinking thiS--how OF
ton are our best intentions thwartcd thus
- Maxwell coughcd II was not con
sumptvc cough. II was Just n little graf.
ing sound that contained more painful
surprise and pity and regret than u volume
of Browning could That fro2c mo as |
Stood--or sat FNrdly gazrd ~ the
Sierra Madrcs over his head, ms If trying to
fathom the lost" mines hidden there.
Maxwcll's watch licked in the painful
silence.
"tlicc, " he said STORMY, 1--WE must not
miss that train.
Out of my life they went, with tho
clothes had washed for them, as sudden
" as they came In. | strained my oars To
thnt--rathcr bright at college but this
country seems To rob u fellow of amh
ton Maxwell, | knew, was never n 81.
crctivo man; they were going east, and
we'll
Lucia Eulalia gathered up the extra coins
he had thrown her for me, and said softly
"Iayc you sad, smorY'
eyes" | said. II have sadness also
sickness would go back Ia camp nj
once.
As drew ON my spattcrcd coat and vest
over tired arms. | said most earnestly,
Lucia Eulalia Garcia v Valdez, shall
never forget this day Of tho fiesta of san
Guadalupe
Nor havo Is B Mctcnfc in ArRo.
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