Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1896-02-28
of chilli peppers, the autnmn's royal

AZ chilli peppers, the autnmn's royal
colors were hung aloft.
Don Tiburcio stood among group
of Indians without the open door of the
alamazen, from which came the sounds
of fun and laughter, where the merry
Indian boys and maidens we've shuck-
ing the ripened corn under the super
vision of old Ysidor.
Don Tiburcic stood before long,
rough table, upon which were several
pans and one large pail, with huge
iron spoon. With sharp knife he cut
into a round of beef at his side, dipped
the strips of meat into the large pail
before him and, laying them within the
several pans around him, called out:
"Here Juan, Jose, Pedro, Chapo, we
will give Don Coyote royal feast to-
day. / should like to see the grin with
which he and his brothers will receive
this generous gift. Ali but his jaws
will grow too stiff to close upon our fat
young ducks again. Nothing like
dose of cavalonga for Senior Coyote, eh,
muchacos?"
Thus, with merry jest, he passed
around the Hateful poison and dispersed
his duslSy helpers.
AS the sun sinks westward the
shucking party energies and passes out
to the kitchen and corrals. At sunset
Don Tiburcio's band of helpers return,
singingan old mission hymn, Domingo,
who has been mending the sheepfolds,
atthe head. The little procession winds
round toward the alamazen, when,
with one accord, they all stop; their
song ends in a shrek! AS if turned to
stone they stand and gaze!
There sits Don Tiburcio upon the low
bench, his eyes starry and CLASSY, his
jaws tightly locked, the whole figure
horribly upright and rigid. With cry
like wounded animal, Domingo falls
forward upon his master. mi senior!
mi senor!' he calls in harsh, choking
tones, then, without a word, he puts
his strong arms around the rigid form.
Instantly the others leap forward, and
they bear him through Marianita's
grove, around to the veranda. Slowly
they lay him down, and at that moment
the jaws unlock-a SILVER, a girgle, the
head falls back, the CLASSY eyes stare
upward to the pitiless heavens!
Light footsteps sound down the wide
hall, gay voice calls OUT "Papasito
papasito!" The Indians start with ap-
prehension, one muscular youth
springs forward. lie will hold her by
main force If he must, from the sight
of that awful horror! Too late! Mari.
anita bounds forward, one inarticnate
cry, she sways and falls! When DO
mingo creeps forward and lifts the 1rn
that lies stretched across her fathers
breast, it falls back heavy, lifeless lr
death, as in life, Don Tiburcio's price.
less blossom rests safe against his
heart.
1t is many days after. The relations
there are many of thcm-have oil de
parted, after having filled the hous,
with loud lamentations and laid lheil
kinsman and his lovely daughter il
their double grave with all the solemn
pomp of church ceremonial.
Don Tiburcio's legal friends hav,
como, and they search for all that ru
mored gold They find buried gold anc
silver, but still they are not satisfied
| nj &c 40 10 hnt
expectations. There must be more.
Then some one remembers that Do
mingo was the confidential servant o
Don Tiburcio, and they go out to him
where he sits in the sun and The wind
staring straight before him. Away
staring, staring. He lifts his head an,
looks stupidity at them when the,
question him. At length he under
stands, and in dull, monotonous ton
and matter he tells of that journey t
Los Angeles, of the metal box, the pick
; and shovels in the carreta; of the sepa
ration at FL Encino del Tinajc; of th
meeting on the outskirts of the wood.
"Why had not you told us nj this be
fore, Domingo?' they exclaimed, i'm
, patiently.
ST was all for Marianita that he d
It, krow knew it was a secret; m
master knew would keep hi, secret
il was secret-it was a secret
So hey left him muttering, his hea
upon his breast. The cold wind bio,
about him; he felt nothing, he sa,
nothing, and so he passes oIt of OH
story,
, They have burrowed like moes fo
l Tap;a's treasure. Miles have bee
e thrown upward all around FL Encin
4 del 1'naje to the very edge of tb
S wood. The old adobe house at Cue;
: monga, squatted az the foot of III
G frownng Sierra, is in ruins. Lizard
e crawl in and out its gaping doors
= black, winged creatures make hollow
ghos;ly echoes in the silent rooms; til
{ hooking birds THAI nest amCng tn
Y thicket of orange trees sing to rul
: and, decay. Half a century has gone b,
4 and men, still wondering, ask:
q ''Wh here lies Tapia's treasures"
: The old encno guards its secret wei
n San Francisco Cali.
Difficulties of Muskeg Travel.
Imagine landlocked Lake swept
furious cross-winds, and its entire SUI
face churned into choppy waves; SUI