The Muskogee cimeter. [volume] (Muskogee, Indian Territory, Okla.) 1901-19??, 1905-01-26
pany D with a cocoanut apiece and

In permitting the little yellow. faced
man to peddle the fruit around the
camp. Trooper William j. Jones pur-
chased a cocoanut and he found the
milk so stimulating that he declared
his intention of getting more of it, and
rose with the evident purpose of look
Ing for the yellowfaced man.
"Sit down, you damned fool" said
his bunkie, you're drunk enough now.
He's five miles off by this time"
you lie.' retorted Trooper Jones.
"The measly cocoanut didn't hold
more than a pint an you drunk
third O. that, you GRIMM ganglE',
spider-legged tank. Tell me I'm
drunk on half pint Of new rum and
I'll make you swaller the heel o. my
boot I'm goin' to git some more If
| foller Mister Dago Amigo to hell
or Santiago"
Their shelter tent was within three
lurches and a stagger Of the manigua,
at least those evolutions took Trooper
William j. Jones into it and a moment
later the mottled and scarlet land
crabs were scuttling before his uncer-
tain feet as he steered for the Sevilla
trail
Now it SO happened that Dolores
Teresa Noyaro VadoS had in this
unlucky hour decided to visit her sis
ter, Maria, at her little red.tiled house
on the outskirts of Sevilla. She had
no idea that there was any risk at.
fIo nFnoonJino f,, eIn ,-,,.
a good patriot, and was not the pres
ence of the generous and brave Amer.
icanos q sufficient guarantee that no
Spanish guerillaS were in the neigh
borhood? So she mounted her little
donkey and set off. Right by the
spreading mango at the gate of the
Bendizo plantation, at which point she
entered the trail, she was delighted
to see Trooper Jones.
That is, she was delighted at first.
She was little bit of a flirt, was Dol.
ores, black, but comely, and the black
ness didn't count in the province OF
Santiago. When she first recognized
the khaki uniform and noted the
splendidly proportioned, almost gigan-
tic form 1t clothed and caught the
bold, admiring look of Trooper Jones
dark eyes, she showed her white teeth
in an inviting smile. But when she
saw how he lurched in his gait and
the stumbling haste with which he
approached her, the smile faded away
aud she smote the little donkey vigor-
ously.
Hold on, Senorita Peacherino!"
cried Trooper Jones, grasping the
donkey's bride as 1t began delber-
ately to get under way, "Wait for me,
honey gal. Don't be scared" he con.
tinued, encircling her generous waist
with his arm, I'm heap plenty amigo
an you're just my size-sabe? Here
Wha's matter? amt goin' to hurt
you-jest want to love you. Quit your
foolishin' an let me pet you"
She screamed. and buffeting his bull
let head with both hands, strove In
vain to escape. Trooper William J.
Jones laughed and relinquishing his
held on the donkey's bride, lifted her
easily out OF the saddle and carried
her, struggling and kicking, to the
roadside and there set her down. Al.
most at the same instant he received
singing blow on the cheek from the
fiat OF machete and turning with an
oath, saw before him an understood
mulatto in the dirty white drill uni
form of an insurgent lieutenant, who
was dancing up and down, shouting
defiance and brandishing his weapon.
Dolores instantly availed herself Of
the diversion. With bound she was
on the little donkey's back and Pep
ita OF my Soul" so adjured, forgot for
once the perverse obstinacy of her ma.
ture and trotted briskly down the
trail.