The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1896-05-09

her 70 wrccl<1 yen, and your louk-foced
companion. tho Indian. also"
Indeed. never heard Of u BEFORE,
answered the senior with laugh; but
n SO our evil eyes shall not trouble you
Tor long. as we propose 70 CONTINUES our
Journey tomorrow.
"Nonsense, friend, nonsense; you
don't suppose that believe IA
that sort OF rubbish, do you?
do not believe, just for Joke; thus"
and he raised his voice SO that could
hear him at my table, your companion
there's he not named lgnatio?-told a
story 10 my disadvantage on board the
ship, which am sure he did not be-
lievc." and suddenly he stared at me
and added insolently; lis II not SO,
Indian"
"If You seek my opinion, Don Pedro"
I answered. leaning forward and speak
ing very clearly, II can say that 1t Is
Improbable TO repeat words that are
said, or TO remember deeds that are
done with. IL spoke certain words, or
II In the past you did certain deeds,
here beneath your hospitable roof v
not the place 10 recall them"
quite SO, Indian, quite so; you talk
| like an oracle, as Montezuma used 70
| n way to teach him plain speaking
| great man. Cortes, he understood how
to deal with the Indians" Thcn he
spat upon the floor, and, having looked
| down the table, spoke TO the senior In
somewhat anxious voice, "Tell me-,
| he said, .sfor your sight Is better than
mine, how many there are present here
tonight"
Counting my friend, thirteen" be
II thought so, said our host. with ar
oath, land Ii is too late 10 mend mat
ters now. Well, may the saints, and
they should be thick about monastery
avert the omen. see you think mo
fool.
mot ut all.rhe answered. II an
rather superstitious myself, and dislike
sitting down thirteen TO q table. !.
$50 do /, so do /, Senior Strickland
Listen, last time we dined thirteen IN
this room there were two travellers here
| Americans, friends of Don Smith, wh'
were trying TO open up trade in thcs'
parts. They drank more than wa
good for them, and the end Of IL wa
! that In the night they quarreiled .nns
! killed each other yonder in the abbot
chamber, where you are sleeping
poor men, poor menl There was trouble
about the matter at the time, but Doi
Smith explained 10 his couutrymen an'
IL came 10 nothing"
Indeed" answered the senior. IT
was strange that two drunken mel
should kill each other"
$50 say, senior. In truth for Will
/ thought that Indians must have go
into their room and murdered them, bu
it was proved beyond doubt that Thu
~. - IL ma
pie, the Indians; / have seen much O
them and / should know. Now tin
government wishes TO treat them to-
Il well. Our fathers knew better how I
deal with them, but luckily the arm Q
the government scarcely reaches here
and no whining padres or officials com
prving about nav house, though ono
we had some soldiers" and he curse
at the recollection and drank anothe
glass Of Burgundy.
II tell you that they are q wicke
people, he went on, 'the demonic
their fathers worshipped still posses
them, also they are as secret and dar
Rerous; and there are Indians nov
4 who know where vast treasures ar
buried, but they viii tell nothing.
Eyes" and suddenly growing G,
cited under the influence of the stron
drink ne lcuntu OFtE huu WhhHptiNh ~
90 his guests ear. II have, ono such
\ the house at this moment, anfold Laci
done; that is, an tunbaptizea Indian
not that think him any the worse &c
that, and with him his daughter,
woman more beautiful than the nigh
perhaps, IL / go on liking you wi
. showherto yon tomorrow, only then
should havclto keep you, for You wonl
! never 90 away. Beautiful! yes, she
! beautiful, though devil at heart
II have not dared TO let these lit
ones see her." and he winlSed and node
toward the villains at the table, 'b'
Jose Is TO pay her and her papa Wis
tonight, and he won't mind ner vcn
pers. though they brighten me.
"Wcll, would you believe II, this 81
, and her old father know enough I
treasure 10 make every man OF us hel
|, rich as the queen OF England. low {
/ \ I know that? Know ~ because
heard il from their own lips; and wi
, tell you the story"