The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1906-04-27

know yoh did,
"Wel1. l didn't understand YOU" he
explained in partial confession.
'Tain't exactly youah fault; It's tn
way yoh was brought up. An all tn
time't yoh was a-thinkin' t 1 belonged
to dime musee, l was bein' amused
by youah queeah ways"
Il amt a-defendin' myself" she con-
tinued with pride. after a moment OF
silence. "Theah amt any reason fob
that. An l wouldn't have talked to
yoh like this eff thought, yoh felt tn
way yoh did at fust.'
The scent of cigar smoke floated
down the piazza to where they sat.
Now let's change tn subject" sug-
gested The Girl. to Johns great relief.
Don't yoh want to smoke? l saw yoh
rollin' cigarettes tn othah day. Give
me youah papahs an tobacco, an I'll
show yoh how tn Mexicans make
EN-"
The slim brown fingers manipulated
the paper dexterously for a minute. and
then The Girl extended a flattened roll
to him.
'They don't make big fat ones" she
said; these is noah delicate. You
must like it, she commanded, as he
lighted the roll.
''How could l do otherwise?" he
asked. leaning forward and bowling
with great show of gallantry.
That's it, she said. You'd make
a good Mexican: SO p'lite an SO lazy.
You ought to say. 'Voy each a sus
pies; that's tumble at my feet an
vehy p'lite in Mexican"
rs that what they say when the
sen,oritas roll their cigarettes for
them"
"Oh. no, that's fob any time. It's
roll the men: cigarettes-'less it's his
dulce.''
His WHAT" interjected John.
"Yoh don't know dulce?" she
laughed That's dulce corazon; dulce
s sweet. an corazon's heaht; sabe?''
"Ah, see! Now. if we were in Mex
leo" he commenced. t~
ooh! oh! I'm scaiht of you!" cried
The Girl, jumping up and throwing the
dark curls from before her eyes. I'm
| a-goin' to find pa. Sides she OBJ
served. Its time to go to bed. l al
ways go eahly; I'm usto dom that
way. It's ten o'clock"-looking at a
tiny watch. "Shockin'. mos shockin'
in Boston.
Then she vanished, leaving John
alone with his thoughts
There came night when she was
not down to dinner. He wondered
why he missed her so; and. dinner
| done. he removed to a corner of the
| piazza.
He heard a cab come up the drive;
| then rustic of skirts. and he recog-
nized her quick. dancing step along the
| yeranda.
| She was just turning in the door
when, in the dim twilight, she caught
sight Of him.
| ID yoh think l was lost?" she in
quired. going over to where he sat and
| leaning against one of the pillars of
| the piazza with her hands clasped be-
hind her.
81 missed you,'' he confessed, very
readily.
Kind O. quiet. not 20 noisy, I
s'pose.'' she remarked
We'll pa an | went to Los Angeles
| this evenin'. an we stayed theah to
dinnah; an pa met some men t he
knew, an they all went OFF fob time,
| so that We web late home
What did you do?" he asked, curl
ously.
| while they was gone? Oh, waited
at tn hotel. What you'll ben a-doin' ?"
she asked.
Nothing. as usual. I've been sitting
here thinking. since dinner"
"ThinkinI" she cried, comically.
MY, but yoh suah need help. yoh have
! SO much thinkin' to do. Amt it bad
| fob yoho''
| He laughed; she laughed gaily, and
| turned to go away.
You going to leave me-" he in
quired mournfully.
Il reck'n. But I'll come back in a
minute. eff yoh say So
DO" ne urged. It's a lovely
night"
What a woman she was! What a
woman she would be after a year or
two in the world.
Again the rustic of skirts, and with
little sigh she sank into the low
chair which he had pulled up by his
own.
''Tired?" he said, as he heard the
| sigh
| mo; jest contented fob tn fust time
| to-day" she replied.
He felt that for some reason this in
genuous reply pleased him greatly.
He tossed his cigar over the rail.
What foh'd yoh do that?" she said
I'm usto men smokin', an sides like
it; l mos wish sometimes t
| smoked"
"Well. perhaps I'll have a cigarette
| in a little while" he said; for the
| present we can do without"
1t was considerably later in the eve
ming when he said, You make me a
! Mexican cigarette; l think them bet