The Tucumcari news. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1905-1907, 1906-06-23
The Son OF
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BY PHILIP vERRILL MIGHELS
Copyright. by Joseph b. Bowles.)

There were seven kinds of Indians
at the rear of the largest hotel OF u
far western town. Dirty and dirtier,
which Is two; young and old, which is
four; male and female, making six;
and n little clean papoose.
The mother Of the wee papoose was
sitting on a stone chewing gum and
exchanging Indian gossip with a
healthy collection OF Washoe ladies,
whose faces were painted with reck-
less colors and in desperate designs.
Presently, around the corner, came
a trotting, smiling Chinaman, Il ven
dor Of vegetables.
AS the Chinaman halted within the
gate Of the high broad fence, he light
ly swung the reCep:acles to earth, rest
ed his polished pole conveniently near,
lifted a mat, c%ontainirg the days sup
plies for the cook within, and carried
IL off TO the kitchen. The little pa
poose was very much fascinated by
the resting baskets. They were nearly
twice as tall as he and as fat as bar
rels.
Now ii not very strangely befell that
the vendor of vegetables fingered a
time in the kitchen, for that exceed
ingly tempting and saNory seat OF gov
m was under the personal SUI
pervision of another little yellow man,
who called his countryman Wong, and
gave him to drink of tea.
While the two engaged each other
with inharmoniou& gutterals, a dusky
Uranium and equally ebon countenance
protruded from another door. Its
owner was the negro porter, a grin
ming fellow whose mania for jokes or
the practical" genus was developed TO
a degree uncanny.
He was rolling his eyes at the time
in a manner suggestive of very bad
dreams. Nc sooner had he made him
self certain that the yard was free OF
observers and occupied alone by the
wee papoose, THAI he stealthily slipped
from his place and grabbed the scared
little fellow by he tail of his wholly
inadequate shirt.
The Chinaman'a basket had "A shall
low tray in the top filled with heets,
then an inside ,eceptacle-also shall
iow-flled with celery. Below this
last were cabbaSes down in the bot
ION.
These extra insi les the negro quick
lv elected with his unemployed hand
her a couple of Cabbages, as large to-
gether as the wee papoose, and quite
as heavy, came forth with a jerk. In &
second more the silent Indian baby
had been dropped within, the extra
basket and trays replaced, and thu
darby had hoppel through the dool
with the cabbagos, doubling himselI
forward like a nut. cracker.
Out there came Wong, beaming will
the radiance of tea well swallowed
He r%earranged his pole, bent his stou
Monaghan back, Strengthened up-lift
ing his baskets-bulanced them neatly
and trotted away with the frightened
baby Indian, quite oblivious OF tn
fact that such a lively vegetable hat
ever been grown.
Wong went singing up the street.
"Goot molling," he said at last, a
he stopped at the rear OF one OF tn
most imposing houses. "Velly fin
molling."
"Good-morning, Wong, It's a littl
bit chilly" said a STOPPING, gray
haired lady in glasses, rubbing he
hands.
"Oh! yeh, him for ill bit chilly
What have you got this morning?
she inquired.
He began at opce to lift the ira!
Next he hoisted forth the shallow In
side basket and reached for a cal
bage. Then the scared little face
the wee papoose met his gaze.
Xxi VII" he yelled. 'Sumin-ah-
got, no belong for Wong-Huh''
Nerving himself for the fearful o
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