Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-02-05

al her is got three Wis foots, jis' lax
ole Hero. Her is mighty smart, Mars
Adr'n, but her dom know nothin-
nothin tall"
well then, it is time | was teach
ing her something. Go fetch her, Sandy.
I've been wondering all morning where
l could find a bird dog"
Dolbear's jealous disapproval found
vent in a snort Of contempt as Sandy
leaped nimbly past him and disappeared
at a full run in the direction of the
quarters.
"Son, don't you be turnin that fool
boys head. He's monty easy sot up,
an don't you be raisin nc great spec.
tashuns on that pup. Sandy is SOME on
the brag, l tell you"
Adrien laughed absently and walking
to the end Of the harness room looked
through its one broad, unglazed window
into the paddock beyond.
II have changed my mind about rid
ing over to the Chamblisses this morn
ing, Uncle Dol. I think I will take a
long tramp instead. | hadn't thought
much about the cartridges until Sandy
mentioned Sarah Jane. Where will l be
most likely to find Bob Whittier"
No n ever questioned Adrien's
moods. Dolbear laid the drag harness
down regretfully. But white folks"
most generally were '~'notionate. &C.
cordin0 to his observation.
"You oughter fin cartridges mos
anywhar JUS now, but they principally
feeds up bout the buryin ground. The
peafields lays all bout the buryin
ground, an the birds amt ben pestered
much NV late. Ole mars Civ orders no.
body was to shoot the cartridges. He's
ben savin 'em fur you. Den you don't
want the mars put in the drag?"
"Not until l give further orders. !
wonder if one Of the Martin boys would
not like to tramp with me?"
Dolbear waved a superb negation with
hand and head.
"Let the Martin boys lone, son they
is got work to do. Let 'em lone. It all
done ve'y we'll wen you was a passed.
Nv little boys together, runnin ba'rfoot
an climbin pussimmon trees an not
KNOWN b from bull s foot, but you amt
a little b'arfoot boy now you is got the
family name to take keer of. The Mar
tin boys is got to work out they own sal
walton. Let 'em lone, son. Birds Nv =
feather is 'bleeged to flock tegedder.
The Martin boys amt no born gentle
mems"
In less questionable English, but with
similar impressiveness, Adrien had al
ready received this advice twice oven.
With gentle vagueness, as one who
would temper justice with mercy, his
mother had said:
"The Martin boys are worthy, excel
lent people i'll their places, my son, and
when you were all children together,
subject to my surveillance, the init
macy was not Objectionable, but of
course everything is different now"
Liza especially, she might have add
ed, but she did not.
His grandfather took the unequivocal
stand Of the ~plutocratic old a~ristocrat
he avowedly was.
I'VE must draw the line somewhere,
Adrien. Eben Martin is as good and
useful man in his sphere as can be
found. So is that boy Seth. Invaluable
on the place, both Of them. Charlie is
nothing but a crude youngster yet. And
as for the women, Martins wife is just
what an overseer's wife ought to be,
healthy, vigorous, ignorant, good ma
tured. The girl, I am afraid, has been
spoiled between them all. Your mother
there did her share. She is an uppish
little mink, as full of independence and
pride as an egg is of meat. Educated
out of all conception Of her true sphere
in life, l fear. Your mother there says
the girl is absolutely strong minded;
talks of going north to study medicine.
Revolving"
"The world moves, grandpa. Adrien
laughed at the Anticipated horror in the
governors eyes. How about Strong?
He vas rather a favorite of yours at
one time"
Eyes. That is, Eben had bestowed
my name on the chap and I desired him
to do credit to it. I thought he was in
a fair way to do So, too, from all I
heard. Butt the governors long blue
veined hand went up to his velvet skull
cap and set 1t slowly rotating-''I am
glad you've brought his name up,
Adrien. 1t convinces me that you have
not avoided it purposely."
"Purposely! Why should II"
They were smoking their morning
cigars OH the side veranda where the
Lamarque rose interposed sweet smell
ing clusters Of blossom and leaf between
them and the suns direct rays. Adrien
leaned slightly forward as he asked that
question and tipped the ash from his
cigar down upon the border Of white
violets that clothed the rose trees
gnarled roots His mother wal there,
too, with her large key basket sitting
On the floor by the side Of her chair.
She was putting a delicate patch in a
damask tablecloth that was too precious
an heirloom to be lightly flung away.
She could only see Adrien's beautiful
profile from where she sat, and the pink
c~arnation he had pinned on the lapel OF
his drab velveteen shooting jacket watt
ed its odor toward her. It was the peace.
fullest. happiest hour Of all the day to
her.
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