Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-05-14
JEAnHGTTE HoWzAbW0EHA.
COPYRIGHT, 1897 az THE AUTHOR.

80 PSoTN
perhaps concourse was too extrava-
CANT a word, but a good many people
have gone by. The Strongs-that, is,
Mrs. Strong and Mrs. Martin, in that
smart new barouche Judge Martin gave
his mother. And the Chamblisses, all
Of them, and''-
II know know. It is at the
church. Liza's boy is to be christened
there today. And afterward they are tc
have a grand dinner at Sans Souci, q
family reunion"
"And Mrs. Randall Chambliss never
thought Of inviting you?"
"Oh, yes-oh, yes, indeed, father.
Liza never forgets me. But I could moi
go, you know"
"Why not?"
"They are all to be there-all of the
Martins, father. | could not be there. -
She got up and went back to her ma
chine and set it in motion once more
with a violent jerk. The professor turn
ed his head away from her. It was
pleasanter looking out on the passersby
than in on the I've hopper and the chick
Ell coops.
"Then the governor will not be like
ly to remember that this is chess day. +"
Presently he said plaintively, II am
afraid my affliction makes ME very de-
pendent upon Others"
Cant you teach me to play chess,
father, so that you shan't be dependent
upon outsiders for your entertainment!
/ think | am not too stupid to learn"
Her voice was pitched in a querulous
tone, an unusual thing for her under
the most e%xasperating circumstances.
"Strong is scarcely what IL would
call an outsider" said the professor in
mild rebuke. 1--WE were drawn very
closely to another in the three years
we fought side by side, and many a
long, hot march we have tramped to-
gether, sharing n canteen between us.
The old man was all in all to me when
| was shot in the leg, my daughter,
and later, when I had camp fever, and
if there is any human being above an
other to whom you and | do owe a deep
debt Of gratitude it is to that grand old
mar at Sans Souci."
"Yes, father. If ever l can pay it !
will. And he hasn't forgotten that it is
chess day, after all. See!'
From where she sat she could only
see that a vehicle had stopped in front
Of the house. The two Grape myrtles
that guarded the gate on either side hid
the upper part of the vehicle and its
occupants from view. The professor
lifted his head briskly.
HE is not alone, Mary, my dear.
Judge Martin is helping him from the
buggy. He is coming in. No, he has
got back into the buggy. Strong is
coming in by himself. He is walking
unusually fast. Something out of the
ordinary must be the matter. Meet hin,
at the door, at least, my daughter"
Mamie moved forward reluctantly
Why should she go joyously to meet
this old man who had just helped to
put al affront upon her? Was it not
almost as if he had rebuked her for her
obstinacy by driving to her very door
with Strong Martin by his side? But
her tagging feet carried her to the door
in ample time to open it for the govern.
or, who walked slowly, leaning upon
his staff heavily as he came. He nodded
to her when their eyes met.
Where is Ambrose? All, there! His
hat, Mamie. Fling those shavings off
your vest, old comrade. Here, your
crutches. Now, then, by order Of the
queen no one is to work today. Sans
Souci proclaims it a holiday. You are
wanted at the house, Ambrose, and I'm
under bonds to see that you get there in
good time for your dinner. Martin is
waiting out there to drive you out"
Eyes, butt
The prospect Of a drive through the
sweet smelling woods and a whole
afternoon spent on the broad, shady
veranda at Sans Souci in luxurious
idleness brought a delicate flush OF
pleasure to the old mans withered
cheeks. He turned his eyes wistfully on
Mamie. She stood rigidly unresponsive,
only by the nervous twisting Of her fin
gers in and out Of each other betrayine
her knowledge Of what was going on.
The professors delight vanished before
her sullen silence. eyes, but-my
daughter. She"-
The governor brought his stick VIC
lently down upon the floor, so near Ma
mics feet that she started involuntari'
ly.
"Your daughter is an obstinate young
simpleton who is about TODD this entire
neighborhood an %irreparable injury.
have come here to tell her so. expect
to consume every minute Of the time
that it will take Strong Martin to drive
you from here to my house and to come
back for me In an effort to convince
her Of her own Stiffness. If I fail, i,
will not be because the Stiffness doe
not exist, hut because her egotism ani
her obstinacy will not let her be con
WINGED. There, miss, did ever q man
young or old, dare to address you 1,
the language Of truth before?
MARTIN is waiting for you, Am
brose. He is q patient man. No on
knows better than your daughter how
patient he Is, but his beasts, not beint
infatuated with an obstinate girl, ar
not nearly 90 patient. Your place !