The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1898-06-24
Like many Mexican.spanlsh-Indlan

Like many ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
girls, Dolores was a strange and most
sweet mixture-without doubt, baby
In mind. Innocent. trusting, the
thought of the outside world, other
men, other women. other things came
never to her. Savitz was her idol, the
one thing in life. To make him COM
Portable and happy, with the house al
ways clean and sweet, perfumed with
the Flowers of San Juan" and the
hundreds of big purple violets that
swarmed all over the garden; to be
always at his beck and call, for him
alone, was to her life.
With all the passion of the Spanish
and the steadfastness of the Indian she
loved this man. To think of his death
was the one trouble and sadness of her
life; in her girdle she wore tiny dag
ger always. To Savitz she never ex-
planned. But long ago she had re-
solved that when he died, if it was
before her, this dagger would help her
soon to join him, the light of her
soul"
For Savitz it was at first an amuse-
ment and source Of some comfort,
for Dolores was sweet and faithful and
she worshipped him with heart and
soul, which at first he liked. Later it
bored him, and he began to tire of vel
vety black eyes, and Castilian love-
songs, and black hair with red roses in
it. And day by day longings grew
stronger in him for the fair sweet face,
and the gray English eyes, and the
woman who could understand. A doll,
plaything, was good for a time, but
for ones life companion one needs
woman. So that when letter came
from the London Mining and Con-
centrating Company, Limited one day,
with news of the long-expected rise"
Savitz first kissed the picture of his
English sweetheart and then thanked
God, and then began to prepare for
hasty trip to get his bride-the direc-
tors permitted it.
AS for Dolores, understanding that
her lord was going away to his terra
for three years, but would surely re-
turn to her after that, she could only
be brave and helpful, with her own
tiny, trembling hands packing his
clothes, and forcing herself to smile
now and then. Her querido must not
see her triste, it would grieve him.
| She must hold up until he had gone;
after that, she could cry her soul out,
he would not know
| She was to go home to the coast,
said Savitz, and live there, where he
would come for her afterward. Tic
Joaquin, no! For the ito was a
drunken man and beast and Dolores
must not even see him! No, she must
be good and brave and a comfort to
him, as she had always been, and go
back to the coast hcme. And here was
money-it was enough for her whole
| lifetime.
The leave-taking was over; Savitz
galloped off down the trail, with the
kisses of one woman fresh on his face,
to marry and bring back in her place
| ln6 WOulaI Iloui oFCl tlC oVaos
Dolores watched until his form could
no longer be seen; then she barred
herself in the bedroom and knelt there
for hours alone, praying to the Virgin.
But there are times when the Virgin
doesn't help. Dolores didn't know it,
however. That same afternoon she de-
parted for the coast home.
Twice had the snow tree blossomed
out in spotless white, end taice lsa1
the time of the violets come and gone,
after the departure of Dolores. The
casita where the Indian girl had 5nce
been mistress was now covered with
vines and lovely En- glish creepers that
grew and flourishad in the sweet
mountain air, when, one. warm, per
feet, moonlight nig 1T slender figure
wrapped in reboz and tapalo, toile(
slowly and YEARLY along the trail.
portero's house had been built som,
time before at the hacienda wall and tt
get in you had first to arouse AM
speak to the portero, who was an In
dian.
He knew the woman, Dolores. Ant
while he vaguely answered her ques
lions and heard her sob out that n,
matter if cher lord" was far over tn
seas, she must at least see his hous
and the place where he used to sit an
his hammock in which she had oftel
swung him, the man was wonderin
in what manner he could break it t
her. Pues, it was an ugly thing! An
desperate he begged her to come quiet
ly after him and first peep through tn
window
Somewhat disturbed, though NO
knowing why, Dolores crept on afte
the Indian until they reached the Ion
window that opened from the patio o
to the sitting-room. With heart beat
ing, she gazed eagerly in-was it pos
. sible that he could have returned.
In his great chair Savitz lounget
and, nestled up against its arm knelt
fair woman with sweet, grave face an
deep eyes, Her head was against hi
shoulder, and together they wer
studying out some plan for the ma
workmen-the woman who could ur
: derstand!
Pedro, the Indian, turned his fac
away. But there was nothing to see G
: hear A woman's heart can brea
quietly, and often does. In momer
I Dolores thanked her guide and turne
, softly away. Pedro knew better tina
to follow her-being also an Indian
Q He. merely gazed after her, with pity
ing shake of the head as she toile
along the path to the trail and the
passed out of sight on the me- 4
! side.
shot the Way the Dog Came at Hin
, The other day Ole Hanson ha
trouble with bellicose dog that be
! longed to his. neighbor, Russian b
, the name of Havva Drenkovitske!
The Swnde shot the dog az soon as b