The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1902-06-19

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SPAR, decided 70 brave his wife and
all her family, and to take the
Gringos TO the plaza anyway. Can
daleria saw in that not only open dis
regard Of her wishes, an open affront
and humiliation, but q ruse to enable
him to walk with the Gringa, with
whom he was in love, and to exploit
her before the town. While the
Great Man and his wife went for
their hats, Dorsey gave Candalaria
q piece of advice.
"You talk to him." he said; "You
can do it, and want you to-"
81 am ashamed" she said, "mY
English is so bad.'
cit is not" he contradicted. cts
charming, and I insist that you talk
to him.
"Muy bien," acquiesced Candalaria,
livery we'll"
He should have mistrusted that
complacency, Dorsey should.
They walked in the plaza. Then
they went to the pasteleria for an
ice. Then Dorsey invited them to
luncheon the next day. They accept
ed, and he spent the rest of the night
and all the morning deyising means
and pretexts for getting the black
shawled females out of the way. AS
for the men, however much he might
dislike, he was not ashamed Of them.
He succeeded so well that there were
only two aunts and as many male
cousins at the board, and the lunch
con went off auspiciously. Dorsey
wished the Great Man to see his
qualifications as a host, as such were
of Importance in the post in view.
There was only one drawback, which
was that Notwithstanding decided
that her husband was talking to the
Gringa great deal too much-for-
got her English again, and sat
in smiling and Struggling stolidity.
After the luncheon, the Great Man
drew Dorsey aside, as they smoked
their cigars. Dorsey felt that the
moment had come.
Charming little home you have"
said the Great Man, CHANGING about
the lowered patio. "a charming
wife. and q charming home. What
fellow could ask more?"
r. Dorsey shazarded the opinion that
the town, however, was rather dead.
The Great Man was q student of the
poets as well. He resorted to
poetry: ss :e LII Il
death is the end Of life; ali. why
Should life all labor beg
And by way Of. illustration he pulled
lazy whiffs of smoke at the flowers
of the jasmine vine. s<@s, 4,
ga man could not ask for nearer
heaven than this,'' he said.
Dorsey wondered if this were just
bluff-or- He whipped himself
up to the scratch, and said some
thing about the ineradicable Ameri-
can love of work for it's own sake.
When observed the. Great Man,
"you have reached my age, you will
be content enough to rest
T Then he drew out his watch. They
were leaving on the afternoon train
for the. city, his wife and he.s The
sonora would excuse their haste.
When they had gone Dorsey took
Candalaria into the house. He stood
in front of her with his fists clenched
and his jaws set. %3
what hesasked, "did you say in
the plaza last night?' It was the
fonly chance she had had. Don't lie
to me. I'llask him if you do"
Candalaria'sa crimson lips parted
and curled up in a sheer. s'Why
should 1 lie? I told him that ISwould
never live in the city because there
were too many political people and
vulgar Americans there" .s
Dorsey's jaw was not set now. It
dropped. "When you knew that he
had come to ask me to goi When
you knew that / wanted to- he
said. The lips curled little more.
"When I knew she Knocked,
shat you wanted to be near your
Gringa love"
She threw back her head with
laugh. Dorsey stood and looked at
her for a moment. He was a little
dulled. Then he went out of the
room.
He was down at the station to see
the Great Man off. A mozo followed
him, bringing q tribute of flowers.
The Great Man stood on the rear
platform Of his private car-the pri-
vate car of which Dorsey himself
might, with another ending, have
had the use.' AS the trai1 pulled off
he waved his hand, and there drifted
back to Dorsey amid the rattle and
the noise, as the very voice of Oppor-
tunity itself, faint "Good-by."-
Gwendolen Overton, San Francisco
Argonaut.
The Khedlve and the Rascal.
Even to the adventurers and down
right swindlers who hung about his
court at Cairo, and afterward pur-
sued his wanderings, Ismal extend
ed good natured, half contempt
uous patronage. He liked a rogue
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