Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1897-07-16

everything. 50 it was an innocent man
who had his neck wrung as the cook does
a chickens They could only guess what
then happened. There were only the pulls
ing stars looking silently down and the
great. calm moon. However, it was evil
dent he must have dragged and worried
and leased the poor piece of clay for God
knows how far or long.
They found him asleep by the dead sere-
no. and. although too polite in the Land Of
the MONDAY sun to manacle or chain,
they took the precaution 70 tie with stout
maguey rope JosG's slumbering bulk before
six Of the largest policemen would venture
70 carry him % the Carcek JOse's kind Of
people are treated with Difference in Mex
leo. So. after some time, the man was
sent back for the dwarf to feed and care
for. anil Rosita's face took on more wrink-
les each day.
By the time Rosita returned with the
food. Constance, who understood Spanish
very well, had heard much Of the little
brother.
She declined to look through the peep
hole at him ravening over his dinner Ike
wild beast Followed by Rosita's wordy
gratitude. she climbed to the top Of the
street and there met Mr. Dysart.
Mr. Dysart had but lately risen from the
following letter:
Dear Mollie:- Tell father am looking after
the mining business in great shape. Mexico is
rather Jolly. / went TO the Governors ball last
night Only one English girl there, Miss Stanley
awful pretty girl ] knew her brother, Dick
Stanley at Trinity. Won a cup al the three
mile. He's pretty good sort. Tell Bob that If
he can get that lver.colored bitch Of OglethOrpe
foot Don't let the old dufrer from the Clancarty
stables fool with it. Tell all the old folk that
Master Tony sent them love and wishin them a
good pratie crop. Love 10 dad and yourself
After Tony Dysart had evolved this
characteristic missive from his insides, he
went out for a swallow of fresh air and TO
relieve himself of the strain of composition
by a long walk.
Constance was very lovely at the dance,
in faint green brocade, with a quantity
of creamy old lace. Some crimson peoples
were twisted round her ivory shoulders.
One or two more of the flaming flowers
shone from her pale gold hair. Mr.. Dysart
completely lost his head over her. as he
had lot of possessions in Ireland, among
them a rich father and an ancient and hon
orable ancestry, he could afford to do so.
He was thinking of her as she had look
ed the night before when suddenly she ap-
peared, with her servant, coming up from
a street dark and deep like a well, for it
was getting dusk.
ON the strength of being at college with
her brother, he began with true manly iras-
cibility to take her to task for her impru-
dence. But Miss Constance frightened up
her soft, naughty mouth, and giving him
the rear curve of tweed shoulder to study
led him a chase home.
The house the brother and sister occu-
pied had been Se1or Lopez's, but was pre-
scented to Dick, together with a mine worth
millions, several black-eyed girls, and
what other trihing property Don Felipe
owned. However, Dick continued to pay
the rent regularly and gazed on the girls
from afar. The hanging lamp was lighted
in the zaguan, and when the mozo I'M
chained the great double doors, a flood of
melody and fragrance rushed out to greet
them from the birds and flowers in the dim
patio. Dick, in a smoking jacket, lounged
out from the sala to insist that Tony, old
boy, should take tea with them. Which he
did.
That was the first difference between the
brother and sister. Dick adored Tony,
and every night they pumped out the mine
or rode to hounds over the sala floor. But
| Constance detested him, and, contrary to
her usual reticence, said so. She tramped
around the disreputable and filthy streets
twice as much as before, for she knew it
annoyed him. Sometimes she would see
him following, and she resented his espion-
age.
"Why don't you like Tonyl" Dick would
ask. You know my theory, Connie,
that a sporty man like Dysart makes the
best husband"
"Oh, Dick! who is talking about hus-
bands! l think that a man who is utterly
doggy and horsey and takes Browning to
be an authority on pink-eye or glauders is
a very poor companion. To quote your
dear Tony we don't trot in the same
| classnn
Dick gave a contemptuous snort. This
was one day at luncheon, and Constance,
instead of the good cry she longed for,
took a walk. She had not seen Rosita for
some time, and she turned her steps toward
what Mr.. Dysart called "those cutthroat
dens.n
She had never seen the street so desert
ed. All were taking a siesta, even the
dogs. AS she reached the sharp corner
she heard a thin little shrek full of appeal.
| She recognized Rosita's voice, and ran
with her criada at her side into the low,
open doorway she had before so shudering-
| ly avoided
There, swapping his teeth, and rolling his
bloodshot eyes, was Rosita's "litte broth
err tied with strong ropes to an iron pin
in the wall-but his arms were free. and
he stood naked to the waist, giant in size
He had secured the key and had almost
! pulled the staple from the wall, but Rosita
! was clinging to his arm and calling for