The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-01-15

marry tho youth she loves. hut ONLY
scheming ones marry a rich old maj,
Tor his money. And what friends are
you makinE?"
Friends? Why father. / have often
wondered at your saying that good
s a5 wers scarce. hive got nifty
day. and I delight to give them Tie
hest the market affords, nor spare the
wine. l mount them on my horses.
take them on pleasure parties and
and often rcplcnish their slender
nurses. They daily tell inc that i am
the prince Of Spanish gentlemen: that
that they love mo so deyotedly that
they would die for me. Who could
have better friends. should like 10
kn2W"' said Don Rcnito eagerly.
MY SON." said hts father. 81 can
only say that IL what you and they say
Is true. You arc very fortunate. Look
at nc. You know am called For
say that l have we'll loved God and
man. and have done all that ! coull
for oyery Madrileno. Yet in seventy
nyc years have malo but two friends
tho friend Of ms soul: my other self
among mon. Don Rafael GUTHRIE lie
Ia Concha is my true friend also. ana
disappointed. Don Francisco de Nav
nrrcto IS "a friend with limitations.
He would never die FOR mo. lie would.
were / poor. certainly never let mo
personal comfort, and If he could daily
find fault with my want VI wisdom
u prudence In comIug TO need such
a no,cbo S'w' listen; do not expect
But in order to see things with the
measure. OF worldly wisdom that wo
must all acquire In this life. suppose
you put tho sincerity of your numer-
Gus fricnds to some searching test.
that You may know who you can pcr-
fcctly trust. First. will give out
no longer pay. your hills. second, do
% al midnight kill q pig. Put II in "a
meal sack, hour, your face. dishevcI
your hair. and going to tho houses of
der. that ] have cast you off. that YOU
lave come to claim their friendly Of
necs ur to shield X9n from the lay and
nl turn away from YOU In your sup
posed trouble and disgrace. do you
go first to my half-friend. Don Fran
friend, as ordinary friends 10, and
then 10 Don Manuel. tho friend OF my
soul wh% would, know. lay down
e chs ,it or f sit ms b aea F iSs, me nc S the last
Don Benito. being fond Of adyon-
turc. was quite charmed by this idea /:
but sure of the devotion of his nifty
The Result.
So Off he started. in Very good
spirits, that very fine moonlit night,
and at the hour %hsn nearly every
lpays court to his %dulclnea) in the
griiled balcony above the narrow
street which was very long aud very
white OF face. staggered heavily to
the houses OF his intimate friends. and
Toused their families from slumber.
me reception that he got was GER
prise. Some Of them threw dirty
water out upon him and babe him be-
gone. Some OF them Told him that they
and that from folly to w~ickedness was
no great step. Others slammed down
s.sd VIII fsSt w. nth onrses uPon his
his very cat. dog and soul. for disturb.
ing them at that hour; whi!a still
others said that it was no wonder that
his own father wonld no longer sup.
look to. them for nothing, though they
had graced his feasts for his fathers
genito s'lno took himself OF to Don
tering: That was Pablo who yester-
day borrowed a thousand seqnins OF
have been picking out the choicest
titbits at my table for months: that
was Sonora Martina, who told me last
week h a I was a perfect Apollo. and
was born to write .sonnets that would
excel Petrarch's! At Don Franchises
he was at least heard, and thon told
that he could go; Don Francisco mover
shielded any offender against the law
Of the land. In fact. he longed to call
the patrol n give him In charge.
him. He had always known tTt. But
for his fathers sake. a Respectable
from doing so, and he could make on!
At Don RafaeIs matters wero some
what better. Don Rafael said that he
could, a his spade and bury the body
In MS Garden; and he would know
But that he abhorred the loves and
~quarrcls OF the g%allants OF Spain of the
day. In his day things were very
different, and no gentleman brawled
or murdered In the public streets of a
city. but II necessary slew his foe prI-
vately. in honorable combat. with Wit
ncsscs; When no got to Don Manuei's
tino old barred-oak door Dor Eenito
knocked timjhly several times. and
Don Manuel. being In his library read
Ing the Lives of the Saints" heard