Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-09-19

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Lavender laughed a ripping accom-
paniment to the cider gurgling from
the jug. "I'm afraid the Spanish cav
lier is not in your good books" she
said.
II amt sayin' nothin' agin i'm; he
mought be all right, and, then again, he
moughtn't.''
And Lavender, who could extract
nothing more to the point, returned to
the company.
When the cider was poured, Mrs
Creighton said: LET us drink to the
kind friend who sent us this
The Spaniard paused in the act OF
raising his glass, curve of interroga
ton in his handsome brows.
Lavender's cheek glowed with an
added color, not altogether reflection
of the freight.
Her mother continued: 1T was
brought the other day by Mr.. Wins
lows trusty Indian guide. You re-
member Owatoga, perhaps? He who
was with us on the boat? It seems
that he prefers to remain with Mr.
Winslow-ever at his beck and CALI
Gonzaga merely touched his lips to
the glass, then asked, coolly: wins.
low? All, yes; where is the gentle
man? He seems to have disappeared. -
To the sighting tone, Mrs. Creighton
replied, warmly:
Il am sorry to say it is long since
we saw him, but we had a. message
from him saying he is detained pris.
oner at st. Louis, on parole. Informa
ton, through whom he does not know
was given the authorities of his con.
nection with the Burr expedition. 1t
seems that affair is, for some reason l
cannot understand, regarded by the
government in the light OF a conspir-
acy. Trouble is brewing for the lead
ers, and until that is settled, our friend
is held in St. Louis
Here Gonzaga inquired: "You say
he has written-when, may l ask"
"Owatoga delivered the note on his
first trip here''
The spaniard paused with the cup
at his lips: ''The Indian? He was the
bearer of note, did you say?"
Eyes, few lines written on the day
Of Mr.. Winslow's arrest"
Lavender, put in with a little tenn
per: 1T is a disgrace to our country
that honest men can't go forth to find
home without interference without
insult"
But the Spaniard hardly needed; he
was thinking of what they had just
told him-that the note had been given
that he had been outwitted. Holding
the cup of cider untasted, he reit,
Grated: "And you say that the Indian
delivered the note on the first visit?'
AS Lavender nodded assent, a CLEAN
Of baftled anger lit the dusky eyes
Only for moment; lifting the cup, he
slowly drained it, then said, with an
indolent smile: ION behalf Of my own
country, am quite interested in Col
Burr's project. There seems a prom
ised advantage to Spain in the affair
but can readily see how the gentle
men in Office at Washington might OBJ
ject"
Lavender flushed at this, and went
abruptly into the kitchen, leaving the
elders to champion cause in which
she would not trust herself to speak.
A few moments later she returned,
and, to make amends for her rudeness,
said: America is not sure that she
closed the door of the shed. If Senior
Gonzaga will allow us, we will go that
far with him. Perhaps we will meet
Gerald, too; he ought to be coming
home now"
The Spaniard was delighted at the
prospect, and said so, adding an effu.
sive goodnight, and begging that he
might come again.
Outside in the moonlight the forest
lay half asleep. Grasses waved laz.
lily, the frogs kept up their drowsy
monotone, and birds twittered in the
branches. At the waters edge, where
the boat rocked with the lulling waves,
they paused and gazed down the river.
There was no sign Of life on it's broad
bosom; in the air was scent Of shells
and water grasses; the sky was clear
and starry.
LET us row down and meet your
BROTHER" suggested the visitor, and
Lavender, waving a mischievous fare.
we'll to America, jumped into the
skiff.
1--WE won't row far" she called back.
wait for u.s."
I'm a panic, the old negress rushed
to the waters edge. ''Whar 20 two
gwine dis time O. night?"
Seeing her distress, Lavender re-
pented. LET us go back" she com.
handed. But he had Lavender alone
with the fast growing path of water
between them and interruption, and
Gonzaga was the last man to forego
this first opportunity.
"Why do you not want to go with me
Miss Creighton" he demanded, with
uncivil abruptness.
Lavender ignored any deep meaning
in the words, and there was no EN-.
barrassment, only wide-eyed surprise
in her reply: Il don't mind, assure
you, but it is late, and mother will be
uneasy. America, too, see, she Is
fidgety as hen whose fedglings have
taken to the pond" She laughed, and
hanging one arm over the boats edge
let the water trickle through the pink
dam of her fingers.
'You don't mind being with me!
High praise, indeed" and Gonzaga
shrugged his shoulders, and raised his
brows sarcastically. Then, dropping
the oars, and bending toward her:
Nov, listen to me-" he said, 81, on
the other hand, declare that it is my sole