Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-01-22

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pound boy sVikhonf pain, and have since been ms
well and healthy as I ever was"
1t was a moment Of thrilling interest
to them all. Mrs. Strong's opinion car
ried incalculable weight with it. Mrs.
Martin had paused relectively.
"She is a great woman, Seth. She
weighs her words as exact as she weighs
out the sugar for black Suzanne to pre-
serve with. Speakin Of preserves, Eben,
she wants you to have them gherkins
gathered for the pickles. She says CHER
kins is Adrien's favorite pickle"
CAN right about the gherkins-but
bout Liza. What did she say?"
"Nothin. She asked me to leave the
picture there. She wanted to show it to
her father. She came down stairs still
a-holdin on to it. Her face looked sober
er than when we went up to fix Adrien's
room. I reckon she was thinkin how
sweet it would be if her Gabrielle was
comm home lookin like that to sleep in
the rose scented room that looks out over
the lily pads"
"She didn't say nothin?" Seth's voice
was full Of disappointment.
"Nothin that counted, Seth. She just
said oncet or twicet, Mrs. Martin, /
envy you The idea of her envyin me!'
The overseer tilted his broad shoulders
sidewise, the better to consult a huge
silver watch by the light of the moon
A broad beam of white light fell athwart
the recumbent form on the steps. Char
lie had taken no part in the family
council. His eyes were closed and his
folded arms rose regularly with the rise
and fall of his jeans waistcoat. Seth
leaned forward and took him gently by
the shoulder.
"Blest if the boy amt gone sound
asleep! He's just tuckered out. He knew
I wanted to finish that fence, and he
stuck by me. Wake up, old chap! Nine
O'Clock. Bedtime!"
Better blow the horn fus', Seth. I
hear them niggers III the dancehouse
yit."
From a nail in the side of the back
door Seth took down the long tin horn
and, putting it to his lips executed "A soft
melody more i'll unison with the quiet
serenity of the stars and the tender, wan
light OF the noon than with it's own
sordid mission. 1t was the plantation
tattoo.
As the melody Of Seth's horn playing
penetrated to the ears of the governor
and his daughter-in-law it gave q fresh
impetus to the discussion that had filled
all their evening.
''rhat's another one of them, Adele.
That boy has real musical talent. Mar
tins children are rather IN unusual lot.
l am sorry he ever married.
Father ~
Eyes, sorry. What has he brought
children into the world for? No amount
of beauty or brains will give them posi-
tons. They are overseer's children and
will be to the end of the chapter"
"Strong need not necessarily remain
under the ban. He has all the world be-
fore him. But this girl''-
Eyes, this girl. And, if I understand
you Alright, she is herself in ignorance
of her fathers true position. You did
wrong, Adele, very wrong"
II see it myself now, but my mo-
tives were good. I knew the class preju-
dices of the girls with whom she was to
associate for five or six years School
girls can be 70 very merciless. I thought
it would initiate against her reaping
the full benefit Of her opportunities.
"Well, now that she has reaped the
full benefit Of the opportunities given
her, what Them
What then? l am troubled for the
girl, father"
The governor waved his hand auto
cratically.
"Make q g%overness OF her.
"But If she doesn't want to teach?'
Doesn't want to teach Do you sup
pose she will want to settle down for
life yonder?"
He jerked his head impatient1y to-
ward the quarter lot.
Scarcely. Poor child! II it were not
for Adrien''-
"Yes-but it is for Adrien. Don't en-
terrain the idea Of having her about you
q second, Adele. Young men can make
awful fools Of themselves sometimes.
And there is temptation in that girls
face. Help her out Of the mess in any
other way you can contrive."
EARLY hours obtained at the mansion
in the cabin. There was nothing to
assist the quiet, soberly shod hours in
their flight. The governor lifted himself
from the depths Of his deep Spanish
leather chair by a firm grip ON its ell
bows. With the courtesy Of q past GEN.
fury he raised his daughter in-law's
smooth, white hand to his lips. It was
his good night to her. Soft footed serv-
ants closed the long windows and the
carved doors against the harmful dews
Of night.
In full orbed majesty the moon
climbed higher over the trampled quar-.
ter lot, the grassless dooryard, the paint.
less framework, the Bordid environment
Of the home to which Elisa Martin was
back. II softsnsd, but could not
conceal. its anloxsllnsA
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