The National tribune., 1896-12-17
mr r.yA1 rRmN WAsHlNeoN D. O. THURSDAY DECEMBER H.

plaza and sold one Of them for S.. It was
. great bargain. / met some friends, and
we went to the saloon, to drink. we NOD
bled the other burros outside, and then went
in and sat down at the table and began 20
drink. Very soon " were all very drunk.
All, that was fine!
"senor, did you ever hear the sayings
Yours is not the only ladder in the world
and Do not trust your wife until she is dead
and buried and Doors Were made for Tools,
walls for lovers? Did, you ever hear any
of them? All! they are all true. ! Will
tell you.
"While I was Still drunk came to me
Manuel. We made up our differences over
the bottle. We could not both have her,
said l. No. said he, that is very true
very true.'
.He had couple of drinks at my expense,
and then he shook me by the hand and 1eit
us.
"I was drunk for two days. Ah, that was
fine!
"On the third day remembered that
was married man.
"My two hurros were not where had left
them. Isupposed that they had gone home.
l went to my house, intending to go later to
the old woman's after the burros. went
into the house. It was empty. 1t had been
stripped of everything. Not even the pie OF
wood in front Of the fireplace remained
also my own burros had been taken.
81 went to the old womans house. The
two burros that had strayed from the saloon
were not there.
81 asked the old woman what had hap
pened, though well knew myself.
She looked at me and with grin sald
Fool, watch your own cakes; yours Ii not
the only ladder in the world; do not trust
your wife until she is dead and buried; doors
were made for fools, walls for lovers.
I" / found four bits in my pocket and went
and got drunk. learned that they had
taken the road over the mountains TO
Los Neges; that two burros dragged the
wagon and the other four followed behind.
was drunk for two more days. Alb, that
was fine!"
The Mexican ceased talking, and eagerly
swallowhd drink which Bob Stillings mad
poured out for him.
WELL" asked l, what then?"
Nothing" replied Amado.
But revenge!" exclaimed.
"I have it," he said, quietly; "he has
the woman. have not. He has to work,
do not. She is old. She uses gypsum on
ner lace. one LOOKS llke an Olu WuiIS.A"OC.1
burro. She will not work for him, and
throws him out of doors into the wood pile
to sleep when he comes home drunk"
And the money and the other things ne
got from you?"
II have regained all and more. For sev.
eral years we have been the best of friends.
When he gets drunk l go through his
pockets. l have also stolen burros and
sheep from him oh, about twice as many
burros from him rs he took from me, and
enough sheep to keep me drunk and fat.
All, Senior, if she had remained with me
would nave had to workasall my life like an
Americana. / have been drunk since she
left me- Ali, that is fine! Manuel is my
best friend. my friend aud proyider. While
he lives aud works shall not want!"
Amado took another glass of liquor, ther
bowing politely and servilely to us he
gathered his rags about him and shambled
off. A few minutes later we saw him warmly
embracing drunken Mexican who was step
| ping on the heels Of halt dozen burros tt
make them run. The drunken Mexican and
Amado soon disappeared in cloud of dust
That's Manuel, said Bob with a chuckie
| wonder how much the old cynic will fine
on him after they have put couple o
drinks more inside their worthless carcasses.'
| Short Stories. 80,