The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-01-19

~ 1DcreuiDio udIo came, DrOufDt AppGr~i. Z
ly dby the oirds Of the air IL was thaf : n
drea had been seen walking one eyenin,
In the jardin arm In arm with gringn
But 10 was sadly true she had pawned tn
pigs.
Pawned the pigsi The Interest enc
weekly rations of corn were more th.i
Limpy' could pay. To think of dosiul
those beautiful porkers.
1t was learned one day, to the istens,
excitement Of the camp, that Lin nv wa.
contemplating q bath. which, Of course
portended In the minds Of the gossips, q
Visit 10 Leon, and, 1t was hoped, a dress
ing down OF "A ndrea.
The momentous affair was over Ger.
trudis had washed his clothes while it wa:
in progress and brand new Limpy,
clothed, but hardly In his right mind. sci
forth for Leon. He felt it glory and ex-
penso enough for A Andrea to ride there, and
so had oheerf lily made ready to walk. fer
1t Is but 60 kilometers and downhill al
the way.
( But coming back Is another tale. So il
was question whether il was the long
| uphill pull the next night that had craven
Limpy's face with those lines of pain.
One afternoon, having received their
monthly pay, the men were deepin game
OF monte, sitting on the ground in front
of Limpy's mud hut Limpy himself was
lying on his stomach watching with list
less eyes. Suddenly he heard over his
head Andrea's happy laugh and tho baby
was pumped down on his back He arose
and handed the baby back, with as much
scorn as his good, honest ugly face could
show.
She had come for money which, to her
surprise, Limpy was unwilling to give.
True, things had been little awkward
when he paid the unexpected visit to Leon,
but that was his own fault IL he had sent
word he was coming, every thing would
have been agreeable She was hardly pre-
pared for Limpy's attitude He was done
with her. He would take the baby, and
she must go away, and not one centayo
should she have.
Andrea did not despair. It was some.
thing to have the baby Off her hands, and
she was not counting entirely upon Limpy.
A big golden moon was slowly sailing
from behind a black peak when the secre-
tary, who was dressing for dinner, heard
knock at the door. He was astonished and
annoyed on answering to find Andrea. He
stepped out with her In the ebon shadow
of a mesquite tree. Flattering himself on
making short work of her, he turned, with
the last harsh sentence OH his lips, to look
straight into Beatrice Ortons face.
"Was there ever such luck?' he groaned
as he closed the door. "What was I say
ingp Something about my salary would
not permit of my supporting half the peon
women of Mexico. Good God! And what
made me say she had more now than the
othersP The only woman ON earth could
ever care for to hear thatr'
II Jimmy had said the only woman on
earth he ever tried to fiirt with and failed,
he would have been nearer the mark On
coming to La EspeIanza he had noted with
interest the disparity in the ages of the |
manager and his wife. But she had treat, |
ed him with the most discouraging GOODNESS |
and kindness.
The moonlight was flooding the patio |
and corral, leaving the portales In deep |
shadow. Dinner was over, and the two |
men had been smoking their cigars under
the portales, but now Mr.. Orton had fallen |
asleep in the broad Mexican hammock |
hung in the jasmine arbor.
Mrs. Orton had taken Jimmy's hat, Of !
a fashion unknown to the camp before his |
arrival, and tripping down to the arbor
placed it over her slumbering lords face,
moonbeam might shine in his face and
make him loco, There was distinct co.
lcetry In her glance and laugh.
Hope was beginning TO revive a trifle in
Mr.. Avery's bosom. lie had thrown away
his cigar, and was considering, with NAL
lice aforethought, the white hand resting
SO temptingly near when there was heard
the sound of an excited voice.
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figure which appeared in the palm lined cor
ridor. A sentence or two were exchanged,
bit of which Jimmy caught. Then Mrs.
Orton pointed toward the arbor at the far
end Of the patio, and Andrea, with set
face, ran down the long path leading to it.
"Confound 1t all. What does she think
to gain by having me discharged, with old
Orton such prig, of course"-
There was d flutter of laces before him,
round arms about him and soft mouth
on his. Was the world coming to an end?
Beatrice Orton's voice was saying: "You
do love mep Oh, say you dop'
"Why, l adore you!" And he threw his
arm about her, but he kept an anxious eve
upon the arbor, and his arm grow limp in
spite Of himself,
81 told her you were in the hammock.
Oh, Jimmy, she has long, sharp knife!
Do you think she will kill him?" she whis
pered.
Jimmy shook her off as he would q scor-
pion. "Orton! Orton!' he called loudly
as he rose to his feet "For Gods sake,
wake up, Orton!'
Mr.. Orton threw the secretary's hat
from his face, and with n sense of being
somewhat rudely disturbed sat up in the
hammock. Over him bent a wild eyed
woman.
Mr.. Orton, being the most prosaic of
men, noted nothing wrong, failing utterly
to SEQ the sinister looking knife half con-
cealed by the folds of her rebozo.
My good creature" he said testify,
"modulate your voice when you call Inc.
/ was not asleop-merely reflecting"
Then this refle~tive gentleman rolled out
Of the hammock and toddled out In the
moonlight Jimmy Avery was racing for
life down between the red roses, and Mrs.
Orton sat shvering and sobbing under the
portales. Its nothing, Avery" called
Mr. Orton benevolently. "Some one of
the servants thought was asleep. I must