Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-06-20

shaggy little head, and then TO one size
was brutally tossed the senseless heap
There were three of them crouched nm
der an overhanging ledge-three ainis-
ter looking bandits, wearing heavy felt
hats and with red blankets drawn
across their months. They sat still I'M
til about the time all travel had ceased
on the highway above. They were plan
ming in low voices the division of the
spoils when Juanito's hard little Indian
head began to throb consciously. Tho
trst thing he heard to understand was
that Miguel was to turn the coach over
exactly at that spot and that Don Hypo-
lite had the money for the years pulque
from his San Martin hacienda, and
that Dona Ynes had been to bale In
Pueba, and had on her mothers dia-
monds.
IF the fall does not kill" growled
one "a tap Of the good friend here
And Juanito heard him slap his pistol.
Juanito heard, and, though sick and
dazed comprehended. He could not
see how he could prevent 1t. he knew
that when the coachman tipped the car
rage down the barranca Dona Ynee
would be hurt, and, II she were not
hurt enough. they would kill her. Ali
He would not get his centavo II Dona
Ynes was killed. The thought moved
him-poor, little, dying babyl
He tried to raise himself, but the
effort increased the deadly nausea. A
night wind was blowing and rustled
the leaves. Under cover Of that noise
be could move freely II he could keep
from crying. And keep from crying he
would, for even bis short life had given
him self control and courage. he was
not an American child, who screams
when 1t is explained kindly that he
cannot have the moon. He began to
move pulling himself up by inches,
| forced often to rest from sheer anguish,
but never moan was wrung from his
lips by the torture
Several hours must have passed be.
fore he reached the highway. When
there he could not tell which way to
20. He had lost his sense of direction,
always extraordinary in Indiana. He
thought he heard shout from below,
as though the mon had missed him 90,
without further cogitation. he dragged
himself along the. road. He was cold
with an awful chill that struck out
from the bones The blood steadily ran
down bis face from tho crack In his
skull He was afraid he was going In
the wrong direction. Before this he
should have heard the clip. clip Of the
high stepping black mares His tongue
was getting too big for bis mouth, and
his heart roared like wild thing.
Suddenly he heard the rumbling Of
the carriage. and he fancied he could
see the shining TANKS Of Don Hypolite' q
beautiful thoroughbreda He gave a
cry, another and another. They were
driving rapidly-and driving byl
Az they swept past for the first time
be burst out crying and sank in the
dust. Dona Ynes, inside the carriage.
was jerking violently at the cord.
"Why does he not stop1 Oh, papa,
call Miguel to stopl Some one called
mel Some one is hurt by the road"
Don Hypolite put his head ont and
ordered Miguel to drive slowly back
The guilty scamp did 80 reluctantly.
The carriage halted by the side Of LITTLE
sobbing Juan. and Dona Ynes jumped
out. She had dropped her fur coat fol
the night was warm, and her bare arml
shone milky white through the meshel
of a lace mantilla. The mantilla wal
fastened by gold and turquoise comt
to the high knot of dusky hair, and thu
curved edges tapped coqusttishly about
her roguish face
Regardless Of her satin ball gown
she knelt in the dust by Juanito. Aftel
be had told her and Don Hypolite o.
the plan to rob and murder them, sh'
carried him herself In her round arm
to the carriage, while Don Hypolite
portly and courtly. in evening dress
with half dozen decorations glitterinl
on his breast, went back calmly ant
pulled Miguel by the coat collar of hi
seat. Relieving the rascal Of his pisto
and kicking him soundly, Don Hypo
lite took the reins and drove back t
Puebla. leaving Miguel rubbing hi
aches and wondering how it happened
The motion of the carriage go jarre
the little pain racked franc that Don
Ynes thinking that it must be mat
ter of but few moments, asked her ia
ther to stop. Juanito whispered to he
that he could not breathe. that he wishe
to be outdoors where he could see tn
, stars; so Dona Ynes, tenderly holdin
the child, sat in the grass by the road
Alas, he could breathe no better IN
der the quiet stars. There was tn
croaking of frogs and the song Of nigh
birds. and the soft wind rustlin
through the low shrubs. He lifted
wistful face and with long, laborin
breaths he managed to say:
, II want my centavo.
Dona Ynes, keeping back her sol
with difficulty, for she did not wish
distress the patient child, slipped cen
into his little hand. A smile OF grea
. sweetness and content stole over b
= wide mouth, and the tiny, brown fir
gers closed upon the cherished cent
never to open again. -Argonaut.