The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1897-09-08

drawn, and she saw as she passed the
door two bloodshot eyes peering out
like beasts eyes.
china, ninital The good mother OF
be yoursl" Turning, Miss Stanley be.
| held Rosita at her heel. She had q
plate to sell-a coarse, ironstone china
plate, Clipped and cracked. There
was look of intense anxiety on hel
old face, and her wee hands shook as
she drew her treasure forth from under
her rebozo. The plate was impossible
and Constance, breaking that fact gent.
ly TO the dwarf, was astonished to see
the tears gather and fall over her shriv.
eled cheeks.
"For two days, senorita, have moi
dared unlock that door," and she nod.
ded toward the mean portal where the
eyes had shone aud the fingers protrud.
ed restlessly' "'Little brother has
nothing to eat, except the few tortillas
the poor around here could give, and
many of these go hungry from the SUMS
coming up until the SUMS going down.
Constance sent her servant and Ro.
sta to the plaza for some cooked food,
and, while she waited, she talked in
the doorways with Pepita and Lola and
Juana. They told her how Rosita
worked and starved for her brother.
{" How old is hep" asked Constance.
"Quien sabe?" they said.
Is he child, or is he big enough to
work for her?" she asked, impatiently
"Ah! he is grandote, but also he is
loco, un maniatico. See, that is Jose
now who glares from the hole to the
door,
Miss Stanley listened to them with
that rapt attention we all give to tales
of the mad. He dug deep holes in the
earth floor, burrowing like an animal
sometimes he escaped in that way and
then there was fear in the narrow
street, and the police, after bloody
fight, would drag him shrieking back to
the one poor room Rosita called home.
She had always put food through the
door to him before venturing to open it.
Once, for long time, he had not
menaced the peace of the street. That
was when he had killed the serene. A
policeman had leased him as he peered
from the hole in the door, much as peo-
pie tease hyena snarling in cage.
The mad have memories, for Jose, one
night when the moon was big, crept
softly about the dark room, and, find
ing the key Rosita's small cunning had
hidden, opened the door, crept again
softly up the street to an adobe door
way, where was sleeping a serene, his
head on his knees. The police have a
day and night shift, but one cannot
expect mailman to know everything.
So it was an innocent man who had his
neck wrung as the cook does chick
EMS. They could only guess what had
then happened. There were only the
pulsing stars looking silently down and
the great, calm moon. However, il
was evident 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
serene, and, although too polite in the
Land of the MONDAY Sun " to man.
acle or chain, they took the precaution
to tie with stout maguey rope Joe's
umbering bulk before six of the
largest policemen would venture tC
carry him to the carcel. Jose's kind
of people are treated with Difference il
Mexico. So, after some time, the man
was sent back for the dwarf to feeC
and care for, and Rosita's face took OIL
more wrinkles each day.
BY the time Rosita returned with the
food, Constance, who understood Span
ish very well, had heard much of the
I" little brother"
She declined to look through the
peep hole at him ravening over his din
ner like wild beast. Followed by
Rosita's wordy gratitude, she climbed
to the top of the street and there me
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 Gov
ernor's ball last night. Only one Englisl
girl there, Miss Stanley-awful pretty girl
knew her brother Dick Stanley, at Trim
ity. Won cup at the three-mile. He's
pretty good Sort Tell Bob that II he ca
get the liver-colored bitch of Oglethorpe TO
eight guineas to buy her Look out 70
Tobin's foot. Don't let the old duffer fror
the Clancarty stables fool with it. Tell a.
the " old folk " that Master Tony sent theI
love and wishin' them good pratie croI
Love to dad and yourself. Tony.
After Tony Dysart had evolved thi
characteristic missive from his insides
he went out for swallow OF fresh al
and to relieve himself of the strain c
composition by long walk.
Constance was very lovely at tn
dance, in faint green brocade, with
quantity of creamy old lace. Som
crimson peoples were twisted roun
her ivory shoulders. One or two {
the flaming flowers shone from he