The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1897-09-03
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7 is said you desire mozo, senor."
BY RALPH GRAHAM WHITE.

l. Az odIu JOu 1uOZO,
DR.. Wallace looked up impa-
tiently. He was an impatient man at
best, and could better pardon anything
than what he was pleased to term an
unwarranted interruption, and, unless
you allowed him to address you first,
you were apt to be guilty of one, in the
worthy doctors opinion.
"Dog!" said he, with an ominous
scowl at the slight brown figure before
him, oblivious of the fact that it had
stood there hesitatingly, sombrero in
hand, for perhaps a quarter of an hour.
Dog, could you not wait until had
fnished?"
1t would have puzzled the doctor to
have told what was the thing he would
first have finished, except, perhaps, that
it might have been the digestion of his
dinner; but that was a minor detail
that did not merit his attention.
Pardon, senior, had not meant-I
did not think"
"You did not think! None of you do;
it is like you Indian perros. You, who
have no capacity for thought, cannot
appreciate such u thing. would say
you We're brainless had not carved so
many of you'll"
II will retire, senor."
You will remain where you are.
That is like you, too, faith! You would
retire-to come again, that again you
might interrupt me. No. Now that
the mischief is done, at least remain to
give your excuse"
Il had heard that you wished
mozo."
"And, if I do-do you know of one"
Il do but speak for myself, senor."
"You q mozo! You-do you call
yourself man? Why, you are child
"a spear of grass-a reed that has not
yet budded. How many years do you
claim, sir?"
"My mother could not tell that, senor
am young, but strong and faithful"
The doctors frown relaxed. 1t was
with almost a good-natured smile that
he regarded the Indian boy, who stood
nervonsly tapping sandaled foot and
thumbing his straw sombrero. AS the
smile broadened, betraying the truly
tender heart that lay beneath his gruff
exterior, the doctor glanced up at the
smoking peak that was outlined against
the distant horizon. and for moment
drank in the beauties of purple and
bronze with which the sinking sun dyed
it. Then he lightly rose from his ham,
mock. Laying one hand on the boys
shoulder, and with the other pointing
toward the distant peak, he said:
'You say you are faithful. Suppose,
now, that I employed you. Suppose
that i asked you to scale yonder peak,
and by sunrise to bring me a mineral
found there"
'What is the mineral, senor?"
1T is a yellow substance that boils
up from the volcano. 1t is that which
burns with blush light"
And a smell that is like Inferno?"
The doctor laughed. Yes; that is
what we call sulphur"
Then 1 will bring it to you."
Ere the doctor could protest he had
gone.
We'll, WE'LL" the doctor muttered,
''if he does, he will make a good re-
triever; but these dogs take a lot of
breaking" With which he returned to
his seat in the hammock and, banish-
ing the Indian boy from his thoughts,
resumed the interrupted task of diges-
ton.
The doctor was wont to cali yunctu-
ality the foremost of the virtues. He
loved punctuality-in others. That he
did not practice it more himself was al
ways the fault of circumstance. He
knew he possessed it's essence in more
than an ordinary degree, and he was
fond of looking forward to the time
when that grim monster, circumstance,
would allow him to exercise it. Next to
punctuality, in the doctors mind, was
the virtue of early rising and of this he
was sometimes guilty.
The first faint streaks of amber were
tinging the eastern edge of the sky as
he opened his eyes the next morning.
He sprang from his bed of stretched
rawhide, threw the door open to fill
his lungs with the cool, bracing air,
bathed and rubbed himself vigorously,
and dressed in great good humor,
pleased to know he had beaten the sun
and so stolen an hour from life's handi-
cap.
Juan, you rascal" he shouted;