The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1913-08-14

Its wooden stolidity, the ve!vety ere.
had not laughed nor frowned no:
sparkled. She seemed to be merely
part OF this far southwestern pic
ture; a bit Of inanimate yet breath
Ing local color. Now, however, the
girl dropped her jug. and with a low
cry glided to her lover, who tossed
aside his cigarette and took her in his
arms. From this distance their words
we're indistinguishable.
How perfectly romantic" said the
Eastern girl, breathlessly. II had nc
idea Mariedetta could love anybody.
"She is a volcano" Jean answered
why. it's like play!"
"And 1t goes on all the time"
"How gentle and sweet he is!
think he is charming. He is not at ali
like the other cowboys, is he?"
While the two witnesses of the
acene were eagerly discussing it, Joy
the Chinese cook, emerged from the
kitchen bearing bucket of water, his
presence hidden from the lovers b.
the corner Of the building. Carar,
languidly released his inamorata from
his embrace and lounged out Of sigh
around the building. pausing at the
farther corner to watt a graceful kiss
from the ends OF his fingers. as with
farewell fash Of his white teeth he
disappeared. Meriedetta recovered
her Watering and glided onward into
the court In front Of the cook-house
her face masklike. her movements de
liberate as usual.
Joy, spying the girl, grinned at her
She tossed her head coquettishly and
her step slackened, whereupon the
cook, with a sly glance around, tapped
her gently on the arm, and said:
Mice Ill gally."
THE ideal" Indignantly exclaimed
Miss Blake from her hammock.
But Mariedetta was not offended
Instead she smiled over her shoulder
as she had smiled at her lover an in.
slant before.
me like you fine. You like pie :"
Joy nodded toward the door of the
culinary department, as If to make
free of his hospitality. at the instant
that Carara, who had circled the build
Ing. came into view from the opposite
side, q fresh cigarette between his
lips. His languor vanished at the
first glimpse Of the scene, and he
strobe toward the whitehead celestial,
who dove through the open door like
prairie dog into his hole. Carara
followed at his heels.
1T serves him right" cried Miss
Blake, rising. Il hope Mr.. Carara-"
A din of falling pots and pans is
sued from the cook-house, mingled
with shrill cries and soft Spanish i'm.
precautions; then, with one long-drawn
wall, the pandemonium ceased as sud-
denly as it had commenced, and Ca
rara issued forth, black with anger
Hal" said he, scowling at Marie
delta, who had retreated, her hand
upon her bosom. He exhaled a lung
full of cigarette smoke through his
nostrils lercely. "You play wit me,
eh?"
mo, mol" Mariedetta ran to him,
and, selling his arm. cooed amorously
in Spanish.
Bah! Vamos!" Carara flung her
from him, and stalked away.
We'll. of all the outrageous things!"
said Miss Blake. "Why. she was actu.
ally flirting with that Chinaman."
"Mariedetta flirts with every man
she can find." said Jean. calmly, but
she doesn't mean any harm. She'll
marry Carara some time-if he doesn't
kill her."
Kill her!" Miss Blake's eyes were
round. HE wouldn't do that"
Indeed, yes. He Is q Mexican, and
he has q terrible temper"
Miss Blake sank back into the ham.
mock. "How perfectly dreadful! And
yeti must be heavenly to love a
man who would kill you"
Miss Chaplin lost herself in media,
ton for an instant. Culver is almost
like that when he is angry. Hello,
here comes our foreman!"
Slower, tall. gangling cattleman
with dropping grixzled mustache,
came shambling up to the steps. He
busted his boots with his sombrero
and cleared his throat,
Evening. Miss Jean. IL Mr.. Cha,
pin around?"
Il think you'll find him down by the
spring-house. Can do anything for
you?"
"Nope!" Slower sighed heavily, and