The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-02-07
DON TIBURCIO'S TREASURE


race was Don Iiburcio Tapis. Hi
many servants and dependents founc
in him a kind but naughty master; hil
many friends Q chivalrous, true
hearted gentleman. Like ali hla
wealthy neighbors, he was lord Of vast
domains, and for one-half the year he
dispensed the free-handed hospitality
Of those festive Spanish times within
the pueblo of Los Angeles; the other
hah he spent in happy. quiet ease
among HIS olives and his vineyards On
the beautiful ranch of Cucamonga,
named from the frowning sierra that
torns It's northern boundary wall.
And here it is that on perfect June
x,eTning of 1S4s wo find him pacing
mp and down the noble avenue Of an
sSent olives, his brows knit into an
ANXIOUS trown, his much-psrturbed
spirit finding vent in an occasional low
Ruttsr: "Americanos ladrones!"
For many weeks vague rumors Of
wu had been waited upon the orange
scented breezes and the spirit Of unrest
Lad invaded this paradise of peace. But
rs yet it was only a vague and underlined
feeling Of mistrust, and not even In
Dan Tiburcio's own mind had 1t formed
itself into an actual and active pro-
test
Bst only this morning dust-cov-
eSea rider had flung the hateful words
10 him which raised his ire and then
spurred his horse onward toward the
pueblo of Los Angeles.
THE Americanos have risen openly
against Gen. Castro. The flag of Mex
leo has been pulled down in the pueblo
of Sonoma and flag with an Oso floats
over the town."
Then the messenger had gone on to
paint the scene in vivid, fiery language,
telling of the plumber Of horses and
cattle and household goods, OF the in
dignities offered proud old gray headed
dons and their families and how some
Of their "paisanos" had been led away
by the flibusters and imprisoned in
Suffers fort.
All Of DON Tiburcio's angry spirit
leaped to his eyes; the proud passion of
a hundred passionate ancestors rang in
the tones with which he uttered:
"Aiye, ososl demoniosi Dios Dios
donde estas?" Gage. bearsi demons.
Godi Godi where art Thou?s
And the messenger sped on with his
message.
Now, an hour later. Tiburcio strides
up and down the Alameda de Olives, the |
fires Of hate still raging stormily with
in his breast. Suddenly all anger dies |
away. Don Tiburcio awakes to sense |
of the beauty and freshness of tie |
morning, the glory of the light upon |
the frowning crags of the sierra, the |
sparkle and flash of last nights dew
npon the glowing blossoms Of the
the song Of the mocking
birds among the orangs groves, the ten
der light of icve within pair of deep
dark eyes, all conjured up by the SOUND
Of sweet voice that calls from the
depths of the grove:
"Papasito, papasito, where are your
"Aqui. hija, aqui" (''Here, daughter,
1ere'), he answers, as he hastens for
ward.
Instantly two plump arms are flung
,bout his neck; pair Of soft, warm
,ands draw down his grizzled head;
he dainty little figure in his arms
,ends backward with pretty, bird
iks gesture, then, with glad, caress-
ng laugh, suddenly falls forward upon
lis breast, and the pretty mouth Is
fitted and lost in the depths of his long
card That kiss Is Don Tiburcio's
morning bcnediction.
She is his priceless treasure. this win
ONE Harianita- Four little mounds
within the churchyard tell of buried