The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-02-07

il OF the blooms In the orange groves. ~
Indian and the master, each II his owl
way, felt the silent power Of the force
OF the night; perhaps within the In
t;an's untutored soul II stirred thu
" tder depths Of poetry. But he CAV
no sign, only patiently guided the piod
ding oxen.
The stars paled, and as the gray ligh
CT another dawn lifted the shadow
mists from the cornfieIds and vine
yards Domingo and his master haltes
under tho old Encino del Tinnje. Herr
Domingo's face took on its fret express
sion of wonder, as Don Tiburcio said tc
| him:
"Here, Domingo, take my horse, ride
on to Cucumonga, and bring back with
you fresh pair of oxen."
With no further expression of his as
constituent than that vague look Of sur
prise, the Indian quietly mounted, lifted
his hat and, with courteous "Adois,
senor." passed OF to the northward,
where the mountains doomed up in dark
and splendid grandeur. Arriving ut
the rancho, he handed over the masters
horse to q lounging Indian boy, quietly
ordered another to bring out the fresh
yoke of oxen. saying: The carreta is
heavy and our oxen grew weary" and,
taking neither rest nor Jefreshment,
set out to meet his master. They met
four miles from the ranch, on the out
skirts Of the wood. The Indians quick
eye noticed that the shovels and pick
axes still lay In the bottom of the car
rcta, but the box had disappeared. But
not one word did he utter; he under
stood that secret rested between him
and his master.
The leaves hung limp with heat, all
sounds were hushcd save the dull thud
Of the overripe figs falling to the
ground as they rode into the wide patio.
The joyous clamor of welcome accorded
the master awakened Marianita from
her dreamful siesta, and with smiles,
street. words and caresscs she waited
upon the weary traveller. but, like the
faithful Indian servant, never qucs-
toned the object of his journey.
The vineyards had yielded up their
paYple fruits, and the struggling vines
we're trailing their gold and CRIMSON
banners on the ground. Great piles Of
pumpkins rose like golden thrones
within the cobwebbed alamazen, while
thrones Of gold glowed in the loft above,
where sun-kissed apples were heaped
high Here. in garlands and festoons
IT chilli peppers. the autumn's royal
,olors were hung aloft-
Don Tiburcio stood among group
II Indians without the open door Of the
from which, came the sounds
If fun and laughter, where the merry
indian boys and maidens were snuck-
ng the ripened corn under the super
rision Of old Ysidor.
Don Tburcio stood before . long,
'ough table, upon which were several
,ans and ono large pail. with huge
ron spoon. With . sharp knife he cut
INTO round Of beef at his side, dipped
he strips Of meat into the large pail
:efOre him and, laying them within the
everal pans around him, called out:
Here Juan, Jose, Pedro, Chapo, We
will give Don Coyote royal feast TO-
Icy. should like to see the grin with
which he and his brothers win receive
his generous gift. All! but his jaws
viii grow too stiff to close upon our fat |
Dung ducks again. Nothing like q
lose OF cayalonga for Senior Coyote, eh,
auchacos?"
Thus. with merry jest, he passed
round the fateful poison and dispersed |
lis dusky helpers.
As the sun sinks westward the
hucking party energies and passes ont
D the kitchen and corrals. At sunset
'on Tiburcios band of helpers return,
inging an old mission hymn, Domingo,
rho has been mending the sheepfolds,
the head. The little procession winds
ound toward the alamazen, when,
18th one accord, they all stop; their
,ng ends in shriekI As II turned to
tone they stand and gael
There sits Don Tiburcio upon the low
ench, his eyes starry and CLASSY, his
lws tightly locked, the whole figure
orribly upright and rigid. With cry
Ike wounded animal. Domingo falls
inward upon his master. mi senior!
i senor!" he calls in harsh, choking
mes, then. without word, he puts
is strong arms around the rigid form.
the others leap forward, and
icy bear him through Marianita's
rove. around to the veranda. Slowly
icy lay. him down, and at that moment
le jaws unlocka shiver. q girgle, the
sad falls back, the CLASSY eyes stare
,ward to the pitiless heavensl T.
Light footsteps sound down the wide
Ill, gay voice calls out: .'Papasito,
lpasito!" The Indians start with ap-
-ehension, one muscular youth