Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1897-08-20
Fl Gale Of The ~~
e Gerro-Quett1ado.
~ RALPH GRAHAM WHITE.

T is said you desire a mozo, senor."
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 : slight brown figure before
him. obvious of the fact that it had
stood there hesitatingly, sombrero in
hand, for perhaps quarter of an hour.
DOG, could you not wait until I had
fnished?"
It 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 minor detail
that did not merit his attention.
Pardon, senior, l had not meant
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 thing. l would say
you were brainless had not carved so
many of you!'
IL 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
give your excuse"
II had heard that you wished a
mozo.''
"And, if 1 do-do you know of one 2"
Il do but speak for myself, senor."
You a 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, senior.
am young, but strong and faithful"
The doctors frown relaxed. It was
with almost good-natured smile that
he regarded the Indian boy, who stood
nervously tapping a sandaled foot and
thumbing his straw sombrero. AS the
smile broadened, betraying the truly
tender heart that lay beneath his grutf
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 1 asked you to scale yonder peak,
and by sunrise to bring me a mineral
found there"
''What is the mineral, senor?"
ut is a yellow substance that boils
up from the volcano. 1t is that which
burns with a blush light"
And a smell that is like Inferno?"
The doctor laughed. Yes; that is
what we call sulphur
Then I will bring it to you.'
Ere the doctor could protest he had
gone.
well, well,' the doctor lnuttered,
IF he does, he will make a good re-
triever; but these dogs take lot of
breaking" With which he returned to
his seat in the hammock and, Danish
ing the Indian boy from his thoughts,
resumed the interrupted task of diges-
ton.
The doctor was wont to call punctu-
atty 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
in the doctors mind, was
he virtue of early rising, and of this he
vas sometimes guilty.
The first faint streaks of amber were
nging the eastern edge of the sky as
e opened his eyes the next morning.
e sprang from his bed of stretched