Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-01-15

eyes That were shaded by d broad straw
hat whose brim cast R~embrandtish shad-
w over the smooth oval of her cheeks
and the rounded perfection of a slender
white throat. 1t was the picture of a
very beautiful girl. From where he sat
facing it the overseer scanned it critic
ally.
1T must be the books and the plan
ners and the nice clothes and the soft
things all about her. 1t makes a good
deal Of difference, | reckon, to grow up
to fine ways and smooth COINS. Liza
didn't used to be too fine for her NAM
my and her daddy"
He dragged his chair, a clumsy, splint
bottomed affair, back to its place against
the wall with his left hand. He was
conspicuously picking his teeth with a
long, cleaning quill pick. He offered
his wife or'e clumsy comfort while he
was filling his brierwood pipe from the
bag Of tobacco" that stood on the dim
ing room mantelpiece for his and the
boys convenience.
Don't you go to borrowin trouble in
wholesale packages, Becky. After all,
we are not such a bad lot at heart"
cts by our outsides Liza's goin to
judge US, Martin"
"Jedge us! By jingol I don't see as
she's got any right to jedge US at all"
ut amt a question of her rights. It's
a question of what she's likely to do"
The overseer rumpled his thick, gray
locks with an impatient hand. His frank
eyes were filled with perplexity. 1t was
not often he was called on to decide
ethical points, and as a comforter he
was consciously inefficient.
Il don't know what to say for your
comfort, old woman. She's our own
girl. l reckon we can't disown her.
How would it do to take the picture up
to the big house and talk your trouble
ove with tie madam"
Mrs Martin caressed Dukes silky
ears abstractedly. Eben waited for his
good advice to be absorbed.
well, l s'pose l might as we'll.
Sooner or later I'm sure to come to it.
There's three things there's no mo- use
tryln to get out Of reach of than there
is of flynn. One is Mrs. Strong's advice
and the other two is her dose Of castor
oil and caloman if you're ailin. But I
don't see clear how she can HELM me out.
Ell this trouble, Eben."
Neither do |, but mos centrally she
does come up to the scratch, and mebbe
she will this time"
"Ill give her a trial.
Eben loo'-Nd relieved. Rebecca was
already preparing for her visit to the
governors mansion. She had taken off
her ample check apron and rolled her
sleeves into normal position. Her hus-
band, mounted III the most patient Of
mares, put his face in at the open win
low Of her bedroom for a last word:
"Oh, Becky, / forgot to tell you to
ell the gov'nor that I examined them
'in brushes good this mornin, and they're
'nawed all to pieces by the rats. Tell
him please don't let any mail day pass
without orderin new ones"
'That is, if | can get speech of him.
les got Con'nel Clements and young
'alBhren up there. They all three rid
y Just before you come in. He's mighty
all Of politics these days"
She was tying the rumpled strings of,
green gingham %sunbonnet under her
shy chin. The clumsiness of this piece
I headgear presented a sharp contrast
the modish much beplumed hat that
asst Rembrandtish shadows over the
ictured face she had wrapped carefully
l a clean handkerchief before putting it
ito her pocket. She sighed wistfullyl
yer her W commonplaceness.
How will this poky old sunbonnet
rike Liza? l reckon she won't think
or NANNY the finest lady she ever
zen, but J. can't make myself over
and new. She'll halter take us jest as
e are"