Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-17

He Look. Pretty Enough n Dog Show
DY this time tomorrow l shall have commit
ID suicde!" said the respondent Pedro:
"Oh, no." said Blake nothing like that, l
hope There hundreds of other girls right in this
town. to say nothing of the thousands in the world
outside Las Piedras. Moreover, it always Puffs
girl up to have commit suicide on her
count. 1t feeds her vanity to the gluttony point 1t
also gives your rival something to laugh over
Pedro writhed in futile anguish. Should he laugh
little laugh, just one little laugh should
out of my grave and strange hinl!' he cried hys-
terically
He'd be sure to laugh. They always do" said
Pedro rose from his chair, drawing himself to his
full height of five feet four and simply radatng the
Il go this night to suffer alone the miseries and
agones that here, and he beat himself fiercely
on the breast. When you your friend again it
will be that he is longer to suffer and pangS and
those things"
Have a drink before you co. said Blake. and
then get down to the office tomorrow prepared for
hard days grind I'll have to work the life out of
you to keep you from dwelling on your emotions.
Thank you. No, l will not drink, and tomorrow
l do not work. How can man work when the
woman who is the soul of his soul is being given in
marriage to another?'
i've done it," said Blake grmly Works
bully antidote for a hypertrophied emotion
But Pedro would not be conforted and drifted
slowly and sadly away, suffering only sentiment
smtten Spanish American can suffer.
Blake dropped back into his comfortable steamer
Plaza Major of Las Piedras, and with his hands
locked behind his head and the smoke of really
good cigar drifting slowly up into the soft night air
watched the many coored merry crowd below.
TT was Band Night and nearly all Las Pedras was
out. The old folks sat sedately on the benches
round the outer edge of the plaza, while two contra
circling streams swung round and round the open
bandstand with its cluster of gaily costumed mu-
sicans and the raksh little bronze statue of worthy
but barely remembered hberator jutting up from
the midst of them.
He felt sorry for little Pedro; but he had trick
of developing sympathy to excess over the love
affairs and love troubles of the people of Las Pedras
He knew that youth of Las Piedras could be more
intensely happy with broken heart than a New
York trust president with bundle of approaching
bonds.
But he liked the little Spanish-American town and
its people He waxing fat in dollar fashion
through his high standing with the administration;
for he had helped make that administration. and to
him had come many favors in the way of concessions
and rights and grants. Pedro only of the
many youths of the town he trying to train to
business, commerce, and perhaps industry of
American sort and he disliked the idea of setback
for the lad
He wise enough to know there was nothing he
could do; for to NEEDLE in the affairs of group of
Spanish Americans is like unto the foolish effort to
pat rattlesnake the head. and Blake had long
ago learned to step wide of all unnecessary troubles
He sat for awhile longer watching the stream of
young women in mantillas and gaily colored gowns
crcling always to the right and the stream of fan