The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-09-28
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earth floor, burrowing like an animal;
sometimes he escaped in that way and
then there was fear in the narrow
street, and the police, after a bloody
| fight, would drag him shrieking back
! to the one poor room Rosita called
home. She had always put food
through the door to him before ven
turing to open it.
| Once, for long time. he had not
menaced the peace of the street. That
was when he killed the serene. A po-
| liceman teased him as he peered from
the hole in the door, much as people
| tease a hyena snarling in a cake. The
mad have memories, for Jose, one night
when the moon was big, crept softly
about the dark room and finding the
key Rositas small cunning had hidden,
opened the door, crept again softly up
| the street to an adobe doorway, where
was sleeping a serene, his head on his
| knees. The police have a day ana
| night shift, but one cannot expect a
madman to know everything. So it
| was an innocent man who had his neck
| wrung as the cook does a chickens.
| They could only guess what then hap
| pcned. There were only the pulsing
stars looking silently down and the
great calm moon. However, it was
| evident he must have dragged and
| worried and teased the poor piece OF
| clay for God knows how far or long.
They found him asleep by the dead
| serene, and, although too polite in the
| land of the monday sun" to manacle
or chain, they took the precaution to
| tie with stout maguey rope JOse's
slumbering bulk before six of the larg-
est policemen would venture to carry
him to the carcel Jose's kind of peo-
pie are treated with Difference in MeXi-
co. SO, after some time. the man was
sent back for the dwarf to feed and
care for and Rosita's face took on
more wrinkles each day.
By the time Rosita returned with
| the food Constance, who understood
Spanish very WE'LL had heard much of
the little brother"
She declined to look through the peep
hole at him raveninG over his dinner
like wild beast. Followed by Rosita's
wordy gratitude, she climbed % the top
of the street, and there met Mr.. Dy
sert.
Mr.. Dysert had but lately risen from
the following letter:
Dear Mollie: Tell father l am look
ing after the mining business in great
shape. Mexico is rather jolly. / Went
to the governors ball last night. Only
one English girl there. Miss Stanley
awful pretty girl. l knew her brother,
Dick Stanley, at Trinity. Won a cup
at the three mile. He's a pretty good
sort. Tell Bob that if he can get that
liver ColOred bitch of Oglethorpe for
eight guineas to buy her. Look out
for Tobin's foot. Don't let the old duff
fer from the ClanCarty stables fool
with it. Tel! al! the old folk that
Master Tony sent them love and wish
in them a good pratie crop. Love to
dad and yourself. TONY"
After Tony Dysert had evolved this
characteristic missive from his insides,
he went out for swallow of fresh air
and to relieve himself of the strain of
composition by Il long walk.
! Constance was very lovely at the
dance, in a faint green brocade, with
a quantity of creamy old lace. Some
crimson poppieS were twisted round
her ivory shoulders. One or two more
of the flaming flowers shone from her
pale gold hair. Mr.. Dysert completely
lost his head over her: as he had a
lot Of possessions in Ireland, among
them a rich father and an ancient and
honorable ancestry, he could afford TO
do 50.
He was thinking of her as she had
looked the night before, when suddenly
she appeared, with her servant. COM
ing UP from a street dark and deep,
like a well, for already it was getting
dark.
ON the strength of being at college
with her brother, he began with true
manly irascibiity to take her to task
for her imprudenCc. But Miss Con-
stance frightened up her soft, naughty
mouth, and, giving him the rear curve
of II tweeG shoulder to study, LED him
a chase home.
The house the brother and sister
occupied had been Senior Lopezs. but
was presented to Dick, togethe" with
Il mine worth millions, several black
eyed girls and what other trihing prop
crty Don Felipe owned. However
Dick continued to pay rent regularly
and gazed on the girls from afar. The
hanging lamp was lighted in the zag-
uan, ana when the mozo unclaimed the
great double doors a flood of melody
and rich fragrance rushed out to greet
them from the birds and flowers in
the dim patio. Dick, in a smoking
Jacket lounged out from the sala tC
insist that Tony the old boy, should
take tea with them. Which he did.
That was the first difference be-
tween the brother and sister Dick
adored Tony, and every night they
pumped out the mine or rode to hounds
over the sala floor. But constance
detested him, and, contrary to hel
usual reticenCe, said so. She trampeC
around the disreputable and filthy
streets twice as much as before, fol
she knew it annoyed him. Sometimes
she would see him following and she
resented his espionage.
"Why don't you like Tony?" Dcl
woud ask. "YOu know my theory
Connie that sporty man like by,
sart would make the best husband"
"Oh, Dick who is talking about hus
bands? / think a man who is utterly
doggy and horsey and takes Brown
ing 10 be an authority on pink eye ol
glanders is "a very poor companion
To quote your dear Tony we dom
trot in the same class!"
Dick gave a contemptuous snort
This was one day at luncheon, anC
Constance, instead of the good cry sh'
pincd for. took n walk. She turned
her steps toward what Mr.. Dysar
called those cutthroat dens."
She had never seen the street so de
serted All We're taking n siesta, ever
the dogs. AS she reached the sharl
corner she heard a thin little shriel
full Of appeal. She recognized Rosita'
voice, and ran with her criada at he
. side into the low, open doorway sh
had before so shudderingly avoided.
There, swapping his teeth and roll
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