The sun. (Wilmington, Del.) 1897-19??, 1901-01-21

white satin, seemed tired of all the
earth. At the tables head, with his
wife at his right, sat Senior Ortiz,
black, savage. He surveyed the board.
He watched the mattresses come and
go. No mole. And his Mexican stom-
ach craved mole. He could not get
| that awful blue out Of his eyes. They
talked to him; he mumbled boorish
answers. They toasted Senior Ortiz,
the governor, Porfirio Diaz (familiar-
ly called Don Porfirio-by the grace
OF whom they lived and had their be-
ing). But Don Mariana replied, snap |
| pishly. And all the while the stately
Indian, his civilized wife, wore more /
dignity than three governments
wives would have needed. The eter-
its slumbering underline, looked out |
upon the company.
No mole de guajolote. A new-fangled
American way Of cooking the peas. The
tower of blue forever battering his eyes.
Ortiz lost his appetite.
Then the moment came. Cenobio
darby gazing rodnd corner from the
ante-room; the sweet Madonna coming
in, all trembling, with the Macmillan
dish. She all but tottered. The brown
seemed to have gone away from her
face, leaving only the dancing pink that
came and fled. In the mole's depths she
saw vision of little home, flying
street car and baby. She cast wild
look on Cenobio. He answered it with
moody eye that burned with hope. She
reached Don Mariano's side, her bosom
palpitating. She, too, saw the blue upon
her right. She perceived her masters
savage eyes upon her left. She nearly
dropped the dish.
He looked and understood the nature
of it's contents. But all its background
was that disgusting dress. A devilish
inspiration seized him. Concha was
lowering her masterpiece, her liquid,
frightened eyes on him. He threw up
his hand as though to take the dish. He
struck it a mighty blow with clenched,
, spasmodic fist.
A piercing shrek from Concha. A
, wbirlwind of thick and unctuous liquid.
, A brown sheet Of mole wrapping the
blue in fatty embrace. A broken MAXI
milan dish in Dona Maria's lap. A gut
tural groan.
The banquet terminated early.
Later, the tragedy Of the spirit was
! rehearsed in the rear court. Cenobio
strobe there like villain in play.
Concha, colorless, came stumbling out.
Her ewes of terror fell upon him. Then
. she moaned: "No mule car, no Cenobio,
no baby!" And she fell down and
, sobbed.
"Cenobio! Ven aca!" It was the sui
: tan's rasping voice.
, Cenobio bounded forward and dis
: appeared. His master led him into that
> bedroom, and the youth observed q
:. CLEAN in the orbs of Don Mariana
: "Take it outi" cried the sultan, point.
ing to the thing upon the floor.
;, Dona Maria sat bolt upright in g
!, chair, dressed in petticoat and sti1l
: white chemise, fame in her eye, mole
in her hair, mole on her ample cheeks
mole running down her neck. Would
e that he who reads could know the stair
OF that connection, its dread properties
:, its diabolic alacrity, its capacity fol
ruin.
,, Cenobio got a pole and lifted up tn
s. thing. A little later Concha. still II
agony, beheld him approaching, a tn
II nereal figure, hard despair looking GU
d from his countenance; the tower o
: blue, collapsed, dripping abomina
ton, hanging in front of him. Befor
the sheds he cast it down. He turned
"a to see the sultan trotting fast behind
= carrying a shovel.
~ Don Mariana, perspiring, dug hole
,e The mozo buried the blue. Sunk on tn
a ground by the tile-roofed shed sa
V Concha, scarce daring to look at tina
,s interment. The treasurer turned t
n her, and she shrank.
II Observation-Disclosures" said he
te gently, wheedlingly, rubbing his hand
,e together; "name it, Conchita."
II "Oh, what?" sobbed she, staring up.
- Don Mariana was laughing with
1s mild, continuous, endearing laugh
- "Your reward" wheedled he. Amy
IN thing; anything"
-, ~ A flicker of understanding lit up he
n brain. She leaped to her feet with out
II stretched arms and cried, Historically
..' "a mule car for Cenobio to drive!"
=. Done, Conchita," snickered the su
"a tan, and went away.
60 When I last saw Conchita she wa
- seated at the door of little adobe hu
\ in the suburbs, gazing out sweet.
- rapt. Before her eyes dashed on tn
"a Gathering car, whose mules leaped wit
u; the inspiration Of Cencbio ~ Cenobi
~ cracking mighty whip and blowing
~ brass horn at all the corners with mas
- - nificent fury. And through il all sleI
VI on in peace pink and brown baby
~ soap box on the adobe foor.-Sa
- Francisco Argonaut.
he
ia aGna
- Takes His Pen in Hand.
is- Her right name is Penelope,
But "Pen' she is to some;
Az nfta .har 10 erns G low