The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1895-07-18

tious task OF cleansing them, under Luoi,
Eulalia's approving smiles, all nature
seemed to smile The sun shone warm ant
warmer the river ran blue and bluer FOL
Lucia had "blued" it. She had also "al
lowed" the root of whole soap tree tt
Antonio's garments She wac right in do
ing this, but somehow In my struggl,
with the sheep herding stains of six month,
had distributed good deal of latheI
over my person. When this unacoustomet
fatigue began to show on me- Lucia Eu
lalia asked softly If chad tire"
"Oh, no, !" was declaring, ~ have ne
tire" I" when some approaching American
voices were heard. Lucia clapped hel
hands tfagically, and running to the chap
arral began hastily to gather the liner
therefrom. / caught from her manner
that the owner of the shirts had tired oi
waiting and was coming for them. ] haG
OWNED Alright, but had not OWNED faI
enough. AS they emerged from the ala
media to the west of the river / could Sc,
they were lady and gentleman. l haC
almost managed look of industry and in
nooence as they approached us and raiseC
my eyes TO impress them with 1t, when
gracious saintsl Guadalupe and great
Jehosaphatl Was that Maxwell, the mar
had robbed of the valedictory in 1887 at
Ann ArborP True, l had no grudg,
against him on that account, but my
dream of meeting him again and making
II right" had not been like this Maxwell
It was, with his stylish bride He threw
me a careless glance at first, then begar
to dawn on him, slowly but surely. He
quiZzed Lucia in miserable Spanish, in E
cowardly way, thought.
"Quien es2" he said, indicating me.
Smilingly, as If pleased so to honor me,
Lucia presented Inc to Maxwell and hi:
wife as "Mi amigo, Senior BSSgs." IcoulC
feel that the bluing and the soap root
and the river water were all mingling il
one grand river of perspiration toward tht
collar of my negligee shirt. l could fee.
that all the consultations in the heavens
and all the mundane landscape around me
were waltzing giddily together. An in
tense longing for home and mother came
over me that mere words cannot depict.
For one wild moment 1 thought would
rush into my old chum's arms and tel
him "all, /" like the wronged hero in the
last act. would say vehemently: "This
Is not me regular business. I'm u civil en-
gineer at two fifty month. I'm only do
ing this for fun, etc.
ten are our best intentions thwarted thus
Maxwell coughed. 1t was not a con
sumptive cough. 1t was just q little graf
ing sound that contained more painful
surprise and pity and regret than q volume
Of Browning could. That froze me as
stood-or sat. Fixedly l gazed at the
Sierra Madres over his head as If trying tC
fathom the lost" mines hidden there.
Maxwells watch ticked in the painful
silence.
"Alice," he said sternly, 1--WE must no
miss that train.
Out of my life they went, with tht
clothes 1 had washed for them, as sudden
ly as they came in. / strained my ears Il
hear him say Poor fellowl To come Il
that-rather bright at college, but thi
country seems to rob fellow Of ambi
tom Maxwell, knew, was never SO
cretive man; they were going east, and
we'll
Lucia Eulalia gathered up the extra coin
he had thrown her for me, and said softly
"Have you sad, senorp"
Eyes" l said, 81 have sadness, ais
sickness. would go back to camp a
once"
AS drew on my spattered coat and YES
over tired arms, said, most earnestly
"Lucia Eulalia Garcia Valdez, shal
never forget this day of the fiesta of Sal
Guadalupe"
Nor have is. B. Metcalfe in Argc
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