The Red Cloud chief., 1901-06-21
III S0eiaI Explosion


festivities; other struggle. factious;
others, in small places, are Just being
torn,
Once there were few Americans In jail
apa. Mrs. J. Farthington Wiley was a
pioneer. Her husband bought coffee
,fands down In Coatepec. Her home was
? near the cathedral, in a narrow street
steep as a mountain. She hung an
Armour-Beef calendar on the wall. had
butter and han shipped from Mexico,
and sat with dlscontented. hungry eye
looking out for the birth of social life.
She never knew the Mcxicans. She was
fat, and wore six waists.
Love, a new American family has
come to Jalapa," said Mr.. Wiley. tramp
ing in from C~oatepec. "Who wants EN-,
anyhow"
Are they the right sort. james,
Huh! Missionaries. She had on a
dress with a train
one week Of yearning to- know made
Mrs. Wiley's eye hungrler. Then the
4 train drew her away to make n call. So
cial life was beginning to be born. and
there was the nucleus of an American
colony. She pulled up the hills, a won
der to the sad-eyed people of Jalapa
wearing a green silk waist. 80 glad to
see you!" pealed she In Mrs. Bard's front
room. gazing about the walls to see what
pictures were up, and then scrutinizing
the chairs. quite a bearable little
home. l will come In when you need
cheering up. Dear Mrs. Bard-is the fur
niture second
Mrs. Bard, slender. dark-eyed. said in
her soul that she read this woman. You
caught me-" observed she. "unawares.
with this old silk waist on. SILK Is so out
OF style and common; but you will for
give me-"
Mrs. Wiley breathed hard. hand on
green-silk bosom, q touch Of purple on
her face. She arose. 81 have been in
suited In this house, heaved forth she.
and strobe out like a terrible duchess.
They were enemies ever after. and said
to newcomers unpleasing things about
one another.
Round them flowed the unknown life
OF Mexico. Here. on these wild. high
cliffs. perched the ancient. mysterious ia
lapa-the life and the city ignorant of
style.
Mr.. Jones bought a house In Jalapa.
Tie was large. with a black beard. Rub
Der culture Is looking up" he said to
Wiley and Bard. Now. I have on my
place one hundred thousand trees. Now.
they are six years old. Now. you take
your trees thus: You tap them in this
manner. ] shouldn't he surprised at any
amount of money, now, that | might get
out Of them. ] do know. though, that
three hundred thousand dollars wouldn',
buy my rubber-trees." -.
Mr.. Bard. the missionary, looked visit.
fully up and down the street-pale. medi
tative. Mr.. Jones steamed OFF.
II.-. I.-tp launched "a. - rl.-1
"I've heard that heady kind of wind,
talk, airy and blasty. before
Jones turned. blazing. to see Bard ye
looking up the street with wistfpl eye
Awiley tramping I'm at his front door. an,
Mrs. Wiley gazing out. with disconnected
secret scrutiny.
So the Jonses didn't like the J. Far
thington Wlleys: and the wileys mad,
little, sneering references to both Mr.. ant
Mrs. Jones and their old rubber-trees
also, Mrs. Jones had her suspicious o
Mrs. Bard.
Below Jalapa. in those wondrous gorges
grew the savage luxuriance OF the tropics
ignorant Of heady talk and suspicious.
A little, fussy woman, with compresse'
lips, was Mrs. F%ustgart. She was pretty
though. and men liked her. Mrs. Fust
CART opened a school of music. She me
Mrs. Bard. she met Mrs. Jones and Mrs
Wiley. Says Mrs. Fustgart to the frs
two. decidedly. with pleased air: Mrs
BARD has been divorced from two hus
bands. I have a friend In Indiana VIII
met her In Seattle"
Mrs. Bard mentioned this to some new
corners. Mrs. Jones went to Mrs. Wiley
one day. and. sitting there tall and angu
lar. and excessively dressed up In Mime
apolis styles. said. looking at the Armour
Beef calendar: How happy you are l
dear Mr.. Wiley. IT must almost con-
pensate for the other two"
Some wondered now Mrs. Jones got on
Of the house unscratched. aad with he
hat not STAMPED on only a cruel slea;
ir her eye. But, anyhow. the thin
which Mrs. J. Fsrthington Wiley the
told about Mrs. Fus,gart shall not dis
,turb this record And Of Mrs. Jone,
Mrs. Wiley said tn Mrs. Bard: 9TH
plebeian. Not even her grammar Wi
right"
a mile lower. bounding the great va
porous vista, and Twenty-Five lcagu,
away, beat the sea-sea unconscious {
divorce ard beef-cslendars and gran
mar.
Some people came To visit the Bard
Mr.. Bard was nearly always wistful an
discouraged. The heather were so intrac
able. But the visitors smiling, SHIN
toothed Mr.. Whifie and his wife al
I'VE chiidren-cheered Band up. n
little house was crammed with peopl
chiefly the children. whose legs protrud,
between the bars of the windows. Mr.
.Whifie was meek.
Mrs. Fustgart became more dashir
every day. Whihie would walk with he
n was merely that While was "A FOO
hut Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Wiley sa
things.
At length some members of the color
came az admonishing to NJ
Bard's home, and stood. convic,ing,
the parlor.
ITS disgracing the American color
for Mr. Whihie to go walking up al
down all the time with Mrs, Fustgart
exploded Jones. OF rubber-tree fame. sha
Ing bis fist unnecessarily.
The shiny-toothed Whitfe only smil
with insult, The five children ran hs