The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-04-18

tentatively through LST curtis, ITOm
the vantage point of her elevated
reat. That's big fish," she re-
marked, after a pause.
do you want it?" he asked qvicl1ly,
his face Frightening.
you can give it to Beppo when he
comes" she said, drawing herself up
loftily. Hell be here soon. I've run
away from himl" A sudden smile re-
placed her brief assumption OF dig
nifty. He'll be so angry! He's fat
and ugly" more confidentially. And
he's so amusing when he's vexed! But
how much do you ask for the fish?"
Il didn't mean--to sell It'll"
why not?'
'I-don't sell fish"
Don't sell fish" She looked at the
clothes, frayed and worn, the bare
! muscular throat, the sunburned legs.
You meant to give 1t to me?"
YES"
The girl laughed. What a funny
boy!"
His cheek flushed; from beneath
the matted hair, the disconnected
black eyes met the mocking brown
ones.
'Of course l can't take 1t for moth
ing" she explained, land 1t is very
absurd of you to expect it,
Then" with sudden stubbornness,
II will keep it,"
Her glance grew more severe.
Most people speak to me as my
lady You seem to have forgotten.
Or perhaps you have been listening to
some of those silly persons who talk
about everybody being born equal.
I've heard my father, the governor,
some of them in his dungeons. You'd
better not talk that way, or he may
shut you up in some terrible dark
hole beneath the castle"
I'm not afraid!" The black eyes
sEone.
boy. 1t would serve you right II |
was to tell"
You can!"
Then l won't! Besides, I'm not a
telltale!" She tossed her curls and
went on. i've heard my father say
these people who want to be called
gentilhomme' and monsieur are low
and ignorant; they can't even read
| and write"
Again the red hue mantled the
boys cheek. II don't believe you
can!" she exclaimed shrewdly and
clapped her hands. Can you now?"
He did not answer. Monsieur
'Gentilhomme!'"
He stepped closer, his face dark;
but whatever reply he might have
made was interrupted by the sound
of horses hoofs and the abrupt ap-
pearance, from the direction the child
had come, of fat, irascible-looking
man of middle age, dressed in livery.
"Oh, here you are, my lady!" His
tone was far from amiable; as he
spoke he pulled up his horse with a
vicious jerk. "A pretty chase you've
led mel"
She regarded him indifferently. III
you will stop at the inn, Beppo--"
The mans irate glance fell. who
is this?"
"a boy who doesn't want to sell
his fish," said the girl merrily.
"Oh!" The mans look expressed
quick recognition. "a fine days
work is this-to handy words with
Abruptly he raised his whip. What
do you mean. sirrah, by stopping my
lady?"
A fierce CLEAN in the lads eyes be-
lied the smile on his lips. Don't beat
me, good Beppo!" he said in a mock.
ing voice, and stood, alert, 1.-THE, like
a tiger ready to spring. The man hes.
itated; his arm dropped to his side
The very spot!" he said, looking
around him.
A moment the boy waited, then
turned on his heel and, without q
word, walked away. Soon an angle
in the sea-well, girdling the Mount
hid him from View.
why didn't you strike him?" Quiet
ly the child regarded the man. Were
you afraid?" Beppo's answering looH
was not one of affection for his
charge. who is he?"
IAN idle vagabond."
What is his manner"
AZ don't know"
Don't your"
A queer expression sprang into hiI
eyes. "One can't remember every
peasant brat" he returned evasively
She considered him silently; then
why did you say, The very spotT
she asked.
did 1? don't remember. Blu