Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-02-03

There . nothing Ike EugIsn TOT cuss
words. You can make love in Spanish, and
In Spanish you can break nine of the ten
commandments, but when IL comes to pro-
family even the proudest hidalgo that ever
hated a Gringo must turn to the English
for satisfaction.
At the farm house Mike entertained her
remaining guest with lurid tales of the
treachery, the diaboiical cunning and the
lust of blood that characterized the out
law supposed to be In hiding In the Devils
pass. BY 10 o'clock the stories told by the
slender, dark-eyed fairy In the chimney corr
ner had convinced Derron that a-"faked"
interview would do quite as well as real
one. The mountains were unsafe, there
was likely to be landslide ESQ the pixie
assured HIND, and the desperate and blood
thirsty Ricardo often held men for ransom.
1t wound up by Derrons tramping down
to the station when the storm mad abated
and telegraphing to his paper three coll
umns of what the bandit had not said to
him. He was back at IL. At II Mike
heard a soft tramping and q whinny under
her window. She listened until she heard
the barn door shut and locked, when she
fell quickly asleep
Derron, too, slept, to dream of an elf
that laughed UP at him out a chimney cor
ner her eyes now topaz, now beryl With
the rising of the sun he woke AS he
fastened his belt and adjusted his weapons
he looked from the window. Down the path,
toward a spring that gushed from the basin
of a rock, Mike was tripping, bright pa4l
in her hand.
Derron was out of the house in a minute.
Had not this lovely girl evfnced an un-
usual interest in him? Had she not stam-
mered and blushed and lowered her eyes
when warning him of the dangers of the
pass?
On every bush and tree trembed opals
ana pearls. The air was as pure as at the
beginning of things. Mike, bending over
the rocky fountain, was all unconscious
of everything but her reflection In the
trembling mirror below. Derron, who had
tiptoed softly up behind her, bent for
ward.
Suddenly the bushes parted and Dicks
face was thrust out. In one hand he had
a hatful of eggs, a pail filled w--n eggs
swung from the other. But in a fash he
had made a hasty movement: one of his
cheeks brushed the neck of the pixie, while
on the other fell burning, Bostonian kiss.
The girl turned One glance at the two
wrathful faces and she dtsappeared-into
the spring or the wood, Derron never knew
which. But her unquenchable laughter
reached them even before Dick lifted up his
voice to wake the echoes of the mountains
and startle Derron into precipitate flight
Derron, on whose reVolvers and knives the
sun glittered brightly.
mo man can kiss me-" Dick was roar
ing. mo man can kiss me, nor yet
Nixiei Take that, you Boston bean, you
polecat! Take that and that, and be out
of my sight before l get rotten ones to do
you full justice!'
Before anger and flying eggs the unfor-
tunate journalist went back the way he
had come, and went quickly. linen DICK
sought his sweetheart.
''0h. Dici!' she gasped, how could you?
Wasn't 1t enough that he kissed your
Enough! More than enoush-for me.
But his punishment's only begun. That
any man should have kissed me-faugh,
And to think that I let him live!' he raved
on. The freckle-faced, snub-nosed knock
kneed, pigeon-toed ad. for a sporting goods
store! And he kissed me-Me!'
Dick" interrupted the pixie, would you
throw eggs at me if l.
When Derron walked into the presence
of his chief he was met with silence and
a copy of the rival paper. 1t announced
that Deputy Richard Bebee, son of the
sheriff had captured the Tucson outlaw sin
gle-handed. And the story set forth in the
sheriff's paper was not faxed.
Later in the day a young man entered
the office of the morning paper and ad-
dressed the back of man WHO sat IN the
editors chair.
Good morning
Morning"
MY name is Derron. You may have
Think / have" answered the man in the
chair grufiy.
.AhSer-i have been on the staff of the
evening journal. but L desire a place on
first-class papah-where III have larger
scope"
YES" interrupted the other, I'VE need
another reporter-one with nerve and fire.
arm or two: one who reads men at
glance and women at half blush; man
who will face storm and tempest, outlaws
and wild beasts and deal out death on oc-
casion! Above all. a man who can keep his
mouth shut!
He turned, dropped his lower jaw and
stared vacantly into the applicants face
And again Derron fed.
Now fully revenged, the deputy sheriff
smiled to himself and one hand stole soft
ly up to his vest pocket to touch little
box lined with velvet and holding ring
that was small enough for the queen of the
Aries.