The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-09-21

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think, butt say II under my breath,
That fear my wifewill be dubbed to death
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Miss Stanley was a pink and white
English girl, very tall and shapely.
The Mexican girls, who ordered out
their carriages If they had a block
TO 90, used TO look upon her with
amazement as she tramped down
theirsteep streets with fine, swing
ing heel and toe gait.
She was picking her way one day
among the venders in the plaza,
stopping once in awhile TO give
some whining beggar or tattered
monst1 1osity a centayo when che felt
her skirt pulled Looking, she saw
q tiny hand held ont, and a childish
voice piped the usual formula for
aims, The little creature was no
taller than a child of 4. But the
facet II was old and withered. The
eyes were sunken and SO old Miss
Stanley pulled back the rebozo,
The hair was gray.
sA dwarf y she thought, with q
little feeling Of repulsion. How
old are you e.
sFfty-four, = piped up the wee
thing. Then, true to her sex: The
priest viii tell you 5s, but ] am not.
4 am only = She said her name
was Rosita.
Rosita, it appeared, did nearly
anything for a living, begging pref
erably, although that is some
what overcrowded profession in
Mexico. Sometimes che sold chick
ems or vegetables on commission.
SHE had another source of income,
being pensioner on the bounty of a
young man, centavo week, but
she confessed sadly he made her
jump for the coin, and if he held his
arm out straight she might jump in
vain; she could not reachit.
THE brute!'' said Miss Stanley.
]Rosita did not know the meaning,
lo1t she looked up, pleased. That
was good The English lady was TAX
ing an interest in her, for the exple-
i've sounded profane. and profanity
from a feminine source indicated
strong emotion, which she construed
favcrably.
The poor in Mexico are always
hungry. and Miss Stanley, knowing
this failing, took Rosita to alittle
one room restaurant. The menu
was confined strictly to Mexican
dishes.
Miss Stanley noticed that Rosita
put half her dinner to one side,
wrapping the carne and frijoles in
tortillas. When she came to dulce
Of some ropic fruit boiled in a
sirup of cane sugar, her little wrin-
kled eyes looked wistful.
How can ] take some tony little
brothers' she asked.
Miss Stanley asked another ques-
ton, SIS this food you have put
away for your brotherg''
IS Yes answered Rosita in her
squeaky voice. 81 take all the care
of him. I'VE are alone, and I work
for him. He is locked in the room
now. SeeSn And she held up the
massive key peculiar to Mexican
doors.
"Why is he locked ina'' asked
Miss Stanley as she directed the
mozo to put the dinner in couple
of ollas for Rosita to take to her
brother.
ssHe has conbats with the chill
dren in the street, and am afraid
some one VIII get hurt, (" she an
swered.
Miss Stanley watched her trot
away, laden with the dinner for her
brother. So little and so old, unlike
many dwarfs, not bulky, indeed
pitifully thin. It was not until she
reached her home that Miss Stanley
remembered she had not asked how
old the little brother" was.
She often met Rosita after that,
sometimes in the jardin, where the
roses nodded overhead, and violets
bloomed underfoot, and the band
played softly and sweetly, as Mexi-
can bands do. Rosita would dart
from the circling stream Of pelado
into the inner circle, where the quail
ity walked Under the trees or sat on
the iron benches. Miss Stanley could
seldom resiet the little, dirty, badly
worked square of drawn work held
out by the tiny hand.
Sometimes in the plaza, where
the venders called their various
fruits and vegetables with long
drawn, wailing cries, Miss Stanley
would suddenly hear at her elbow
the shri1l squeak Of Rosita as she