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

0red ha0 De6n o6en Whihiue 'Ae q ShtHk
In the jardin arm In arm with a grnco :"
But 10 was sadly true sho had pawned tLs
pigs
Pawned the pigs! The intercst end
weekly rations Of corn wero more than
Limpy could pay. To think of losing
those beautiful porkers.
1t WAS learned ono day, to the intense
exciteMent of the camp, that Limpy WAS
contemplating a bath. which. Of cnurse,
portenSed, In the minds OF the gossips, a
visit to Leon, and, IL WAS hoped, a dress
ing down of Andrea.
The momentous affair was over. Ger
trudis had washed his clothes while it war
I'm progress and brand new Limpy,
clothed, but hardly In his right mind. set
forth for Leon. He felt il glory and ex-
pense enough for Andrea to ride there and
SO had cheerf llly made ready to walk. for
IL Is but 60 kilometers and downhill all
the way.
But coming back is another tale. So 1t
was question whether IL was the long
uphill pull the next night that had craven
Limpy' face with those lines of pain.
One afternoon, having received their
monthly pay, the men were deep In 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 the 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 a little awkward
when he paid the une expected visit to Leon,
but that was his own fault. IL he had sent
word no was coming, everything 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 centavo
should she have.
Andrea did not despair. 1t 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 black peak when the secre-
tary, who was dressing for dinner, heard a
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 oil his lips, to look
straight into Beatrice Orton's face.
"Was there ever such luckf" he groaned
as he closed the door "What was / say
ing? 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
others? The only woman cn earth could
ever care for to hear that!"
If 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 EsperanZa 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 coolness
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 haTlnock
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 1t over her slumbering lords face
for fear, she explained TO Jimmy, q stray
moonbeam might shine in his face and
make him lcco. There was distinct CO.
quetry In Ler glance and laugh.
Hope was beginning to revive trifle In
Mr.. Avery bosom. lie had thrown away
his cigar, ard was considering, with NAL
lice aforethought, the white hand resting
so temptingly near when there was heard
the sound of an excited voice
Mrs. Orton went to meet the tall, white
figure which appeared in the palm lined cor
ridor. A sentence or two were exchanged,
a 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 a flutter of laces before him,
round arms about him and a soft mouth
on HE. Was the world coming to an ends
Beatrice Orton's voice was saying: "You
do love mei Oh, say you dop'
"why, adore your And he threw his
arm about her, but he kept an anxious eye
upon the arbor, and his arm grew limp In
spite of himself.
II told her you were in the hammock.
Oh, Jimmy, she has long, sharp knife
Do you think she will kill himf" she whis
pered.
Jimmy shook her off as he would a scor
pion "Ortonl Ortonr' ho called loudly
as he rose to his feet "For Gods sake
wake up, OrtoD"
Mr.. Orton threw the secretary's ha,
from his face, and with "A sense Of being
somewhat rudcly disturbed sat up In th,
hammock. Over him bent wild eyed
woman.
Mr.. Orton, being the most prosaic o.
men, noted nothing wrong, falling utterly
to see 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 asleep-merely rejecting"
Then this reflective gentleman rolled ou
| Of the hammock anS toddled out In tn
moonlight. Jimmy Avery was racing ~
| life down between the red roses, and Mrs
Orton sat sbiycring and sobbiDg under th
portales. Its nothing, Avery" caile'
Mr. Orton benevolcntly. "Some one q
the servants thought was asleep 1 mus
say she has voice like "a fog horn. ="