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


hang ever round my neck, nor progress
with me? The state bows before me.
Porfirio Diaz believes in me. And can
my wife exhibit no dignity? tell you,
you are hideous in that light blue"
"Retire, Mariana" replied she, her
ample bust swelling; NOR cut these
capers."
He made wry face and stormed out,
crying: "And my mole, too! Eth? !
am to have my banquet without mole'
My dignity is stamped on. Oh, the
dewitt
BY eight of the evening his mood was
black. An all-day beating against that
rock, his wife, had rent his last nerve.
He was morose, mean. At ten min
utes to nine she swept into his presence,
surely majestic enough, and making u
tremendous display of light blue. Don
Mariana gritted his teeth as he handed
her in at the carriage. They drove
away, leaving in the corridor trem-
bling maiden, who turned and fluttered
to Cenobio and cried: "To-morrow.
And the good Mary will help mel"
The dance was at the American hotel.
The ballroom was gorgeous in green.
white and red bunting. A long row OF
pretty senoritas sat on one side OF the
room, the young men not approaching
them freely. An orchestra struck up
tune and the ball began. The light
blue dress floated everywhere. Like al
u
ugly. She danced with the governor
governor by the grace Of Senior Ortiz
who looked bored, and carried one hand
in his trousers pocket. She danced with
a dashing young federal senator (sen-
ator by the grace of Ortiz, who wore Il
brown sack coat. She danced with the
weakened, tiny old secretary of state
who moved in blear-eyed dream. DC.
casonally she danced with Don Mari
ano, and looked fixedly over his head
And during those dances Don Mariana
could be heard muttering more ant
more weakly. For the light blue seemed
to fill the room. Her chalky head above
it reminded him again of the Guiana
| juato mummies.
Between dances the young mel
brought beer, cognac and other slim
ulants to the young ladies, who dranl
of all without prejudice, being trained
to it. But the treasurer acquired ;
habit Of retiring into corners NOR
bidly. Midnight coming on, h,
watched the dances grimly, and hi
eye could not tear itself away from
the wopnding tower of blue. Peopl'
whispered that the sultan was i'll
They longed for his merry laugh
During one interval they saw hin
drain off three bottles of beer in pain
full solitude. Tt was recalled tina
many glasses of cognac, as othe
liquors, had gone the same way. H
refused the next dance. The old
wheezy secretary came mumbling
ooh, now, what's the trouble witt
him?" said he, with grandmother
insinuating fondness.
"What's-what's matter with tn
lights?" asked Don Mariana.
"Nothing!" cried the secretary
scanning the chandeliers.
Thought" muttered Don Mariana
thickly-"thought the lights-light'
also, were turning hic-blue."
At two o'clock they removed Do
Mariana to his carriage, and hear
him murmuring: "Where'sh =
where'sh ma dignity? Sh'gone!"
The next morning Concha, the Ma
donna-like, kept from under the ey
of Dona Maria. In the Kitchens fal
thest corner, behind a horsesho
curve of adobe braseros burning blu
with charcoal, she labored. On
stone metate she ground separated
the following articles: Twelve ounce
!. of black, dried peppers, or chiles; for
ounces of red, dried chiles; one sma
cupful of sesame seed; "a chocolat
beans; a half ounce of almonds; or
cents worth of black pepper; one-ha
cents worth of cloves; stick of Gil
namon; fair measure of several kline
/. of nuts; a few tomatoes; such qual
D tity of anise seed as may be taken L
. with five fingers; such quantity of C
riander seed as may be taken up wit
three fingers; two or three sma
n hard loaves of bread; goodly portion
r of garlic; goodly portions of onion
two dried tortillas, an unstintt
amount of pumpkin seeds; and see,
: of the black chile. Every one of the
things had been separately fried b
fore grinding. The process complete
! the mixing took place. Large quaint
- al Ia I xxith
S to lend to the whole liquid luxul
!. ance, an unctuous consistency. II
e turkey himself, could he have Sc,
e that fatty and rich mass, must ha
t died in peace. Cooked to turn al
It garnished-nay swamped in tn
e thick substance-he was lost to Il
e eye of man, only to be fished up am
It oozing marshes of brown that 81
le tened.
Dona Maria's deepest white di
IN with dead Maximilian's monogra
upon it, for his crockery goes stiff
!. down among the scattered years
10 the republic) was the mole's vehic
n Let the reader picture it filled with
ID trembling, reddish-brown liquid, thi
as with unthinkable and opaque VIC
ID ders; the pure melted lard glitteriT
in suspended in ecstasy upon the 81
ID face; ravishing hints of a breast
re guajolote, thigh, head, sunk
IN that magnificent oblivion.
d, Cenobio, hungry-eyed, dressed
IN spotless loose white, with sash
of green, came and leaned for supp
he against the wall and saw his IL