The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-06-14


came singly, like the animals two by
two, in knots and groups. They were
without end. All day long they sat
about the patio of the little house
where he had -Hoped to have Canda-
laria to himself, crouched upon low
cowhide-and-wicker chairs, wrapped
In black shawls, chattering. giggling,
gossiping.
Dorsey had an unhealthy feeling
that 1t was very like ~ harem. But
they had to be treated with respect.
They were Of his wife's family, and
IL was q family that was little less
than sacred in the land. Her male
relatives came too. Dorsey loathed
them-worse, even, than he did the
females Of the tribe. Gle called
them that to his Utmost SELF They
were as irreproachable and inn
maculate in appearance as the fe-.
males were slovenly. But II they
were good for any practical thing,
Dorsey had yet to discover 1t. 1t
annoyed him to know that they were
disporting themselves in elegant
leisure about his house, drinking
copas of his brandy and good wine,
while he was at the Office toiling for
modest livelihood. And the worst
of it was that he might not even in
dulge in a thorough-going contempt
for them. They were much better
educated than he was, and not one of
them but had two or three languages
and accomplishments. Dorsey him.
self had been developed along other
lines, and he was perfectly well
aware that they thought him ma
terial and crude.
Now, just as Dorsey was in danger
Of doing something rash and assert
ing himself, the way was opened to
him. 1t was the chance of his life.
He knew it was, the one knocking of
fortune at his door. Dorsey was in
the railroad and the railroad was,
of course, an American affair. Re
had taken the place of a native youth,
who had no notion of letting business
interfere with the serious matter of
pelando pavo-otherwise, parading
beneath his sweetheart's balcony.
The place was good enough one,
which he now saw afar off did.
There was Great Man at the head
of things in the railway, who had had
his eye on Dorsey for some time. He
wrote at this juncture, that he was
going down to the town where Dor
sey was to have look at things,
and he limited at promotion and
change, and at billet in the City of
Mexico. Dorsey knew, very well,
what the billet would probably be.
1t required other qualities besides
business ability-social qualities, as
the advertisements say. 1t meant
making ones self universally agree
able, and entertaining good deal.
And it was very desirable thing.
The heart of Dorsey was filed with
| Joy. So far as he knew there were
| not more than a dozen or so men,
bers of his wife's family in the City
of Mexico. And the city was large
and cosmopolitan and alive. He
dreamed rosy dreams and told
them to Candalaria. She was not
so pleased as he had expected her to
be-. She would have to have papa
and mama, the primes and primas,
andN all the rest. But Dorsey dwelt
tactfully upon the shops of the Gale
de San Francisco, the drives in the
paseo, and the theatre and opera, and
she was cheered.
Then the Great Man came. He
brought with him his young wife.
Dorsey looked at her. He had a
sickening sense, as he did so, that his
own birthright had been something
such as she, and he began to have a
proper understanding of what he had
done. He told the Great Man that
he had a wife himself-that he had
married Mexican. There passed a
shadow across the august brow. Dor
say saw it. That night, however, he
took Candalaria. to call at the hotel.
There was trouble about it. Canda-
laria did not want to go. Why should
she bother about Gringa who was
nothing to her. She wished to go to
the plaza instead, and to hear the
band. They would go to the plaza
afterward, Dorsey compromised.
"With the Gringa? Pues mol" What
would her family say to her for
picking up any excursionista that
came along? Which-knowing Canda-
laria--was not promising frame
of mind. Dorsey foresaw trouble.
And 1t duly came.
Candalaria took one look at the
Great Mans wife, and decided, out of
hand, that Dorsey was in love with
her. She did not make scene then
and there, but she took what was very
nearly as unpleasant course. She
could speak English very passably,
but she shut her little crimson lips
now and refused to say a word. When
the Great Man or his wife spoke to
her, she smiled sweetly and shook
her pretty head. "No speek En-
gleesh," was the uttermost she would
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