Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1908-05-02


Toledo, with its hundred Moorish
trophies. the castles that crowned the
mis- around, the gray olive groves and
the Dox clad slopes. / saw Pslencia
where my grandmother, Petronilla de
vargas, was born: Palencia dry and
brown and sun baked, lying squat and
low on It's plain, the caves OF its cath
edral a mans eight from the ground.
All this / saw. l suppose the Spanish
blood In me awoke and asserted itself
AT s1ght OF those other Spaniards. And
then-then l forgot il all as I heard
Dehind me an alien voice, and turned
ana round Dymphna had stolen from
me and was talking to a stranger.
CHAPTER TX.
He was young man. and a Dutch
man, but not a Dutchman OF the stout
burly type which had most common
~ seen In the country. He had, II is
true. the usual fair hair and blue eyes,
ana ne was rather short than tall, but
his hgure was thin and meager. and
he had pointed chin and a scanty fair
beard l took him to be nearsighted.
AT second glance ] saw that he was
angry. He was talking fast to
Dymphna-of course in Dutch-and
my hrst impulse, I'm face of his excited
gestures and queer appearance, was to
iauBh. But i had a notion what his
relationship TO the girl was, and
smothered this. and instead asked. as
soon as could set word in, whether
| should leave them.
On, no.! Dymphna answered, blush
ing slightly and turning to me with a
troubled glance. / believe she had clean
forgotten my presence. This is Master
Jan van Tree, good friend OF ours.
ana TINS, she continued, still in Span
lsh, but speaking to him, " IN Master
carey. one OF my fathers guests"
we bowed formally, for he had not
recovered his temper, and Il dare say
i still had my Spanish ancestors I'm
my head-with condensation. We dis
liked one another at sight, | think
dubbed him mean little fellow q
trader, a peddler, and, however he
classed me, II was not favorably. So II
was no particular desire to please him
which led me TO say with outward
solicitude, Il fear you are annoyed AZ
something. Master Van Tree"
am he said bluntly, meeting me
half way. '''o
And am I to know the cause?"
asked, "or is ii secret?"
1t rs no secret he retorted. Mis-
tress LindstrOm should have been more
careful. She should not have exposed
herself TO the chance Of being seen by
those miserable foreigners"
The fOreigners-in the boat ," | said
dryIy.
Yes, or Course-in the boat" he an
swered. He was obliged to say that.
but he Rlared at me across her as he
spoke. We turned and were walking
back to the house. the popIars casting
long shadows across our path,
They were rude" ! observed care
lessly, my chin very high. But there
ls no particular harm done that | can
See. Master Van Tree"
Perhaps not. rs far as you can see"
he retorted in great excitement. "But
perhaps also you are not very farsight
ed. You may not see it now, yet harm
will follow"
Possibly" I said, and I was going
to follow up this seemingly candid ad-
mission by something very boorish
when Mistress Dymphna struck in ner-
VOusly.
MY father is anxious" she explained.
speaking to me, that I should have
as little to do with our Spanish gov
ernorS AS possible, Master Carey. 1t
always NeXes him to hear | have fallen
in their way and that is why my friend
feels annoyed. II was not. of course.
your fault, since you did NOT know of
this. 1t was |" she continued hurried
ly, who should not have ventured TO
the elm tree without seeing that the
coast was clear"
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