The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-03-20

It's wooden sf0Hdity, the veI7efy eyes
aad not laughed nor frowned nor
sparkled. She seemed to be merely
part of this far southwestern pic
ture; 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. Il had no
Idea Mariedetta could love anybody"
"She is a volcano" Jean answered.
why, it's like play"
"And it goes on all the time"
How gentle and sweet he is!
think he is charming. He is not at all
like the other cowboys. Ia he?"
While the two witnesses of the
scene were eagerly discussing it, Joy,
the Chinese cook, emerged from the
kitchen bearing bucket of water, his
presence hidden from the lovers by
the corner of the building. 7Carara
languidly released his inamorata from
his embrace and lounged out of sight
around the building, passing at the
farther corner to watt "a graceful kiss
from the ends of his fingers, as with
4 farewell fash Of his white teeth he
disappeared. Mariedetta recovered
her Watering and glided onward into
the court in front of the cook-house,
her face mssklike, 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 sly glance around, tapped
her gently on the arm, and said:
Mice lii 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, a fresh cigarette between his
lips. His languor vanished at the
first glimpse of the scene, and he
strobe toward the white-clad celestial,
who dove through the open door like
a prairie dog into his hole. Carara
followed at his heels.
at serves him right" cried Miss
Blake, rising. 81 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.
"Ha!" said he, scowling at Marie
delta, who had retreated. her hand
upon her bosom. He exhaled lung
full of cigarette smoke through his
nostrils fiercely. you play wit me,
eh?"
"No, no." Mariedetta ran to him,
and, Selling his arm, cooed amorously
in Spanish.
Bah! Vamos!" Carara flung her
from him, and stalked away.
well, of all the outrageous things!"
said Miss Blake. "Why, she was actu-
ally flirting with that Chinaman."
"Mariedetta fiirts with every man
she can find," said Jean, calmly, "but
she doesn't mean any harm. She'll
marry Carara some tiIne-if he doesn't
kill her"
xiii her!" Miss Blake's eyes we're
round "He wouldn't do that"
Indeed, yes. He is a Mexican, and
he has terrible temper"
Miss Blake sank back into the ham.
mock How perfectly dreadful! And
yeti must be heavenly to love
man who would kill you"
Miss Chaplin lost herself in medita-
ton for an instant Culver is almost
like that when he is angry. Hello,
here comes our foreman"
Slower, tall, gangling cattle-man
with dropping grizzled mustache,
came shambling up to the steps He
busted his boots with his sombrero
and cleared his throat.
Evening, Miss Jean. Is Mr.. Cha
pin around?"
Il think you'll find him down by the
spripg-house. Can l do anything for
you?"