Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-09-18

Mendez's mining permit had expired
they could locate the mine again.
But how-and through WhOmf That
was the question that Bud was study,
ing upon when Phil rode up the trail
and in his abstraction be barely 70
turned his gay greeting.
We'll, cheer up, old top!" cried De
Lancey, throwing his brdle-reiRs 70
the ground and striding up to the tent
What no, let down the ~portcullis, me
lord seneschal! And cease your vain
repining. Algernon-our papers are all
o. X. and the lawyer says to go ahead
But that isn't half the news! Say, we
had a dance up at the hotel last night
and ! met"
"Yes-sure you did," broke in Bud;
but listen to this!"" And he told him
OF Ell Tuerto.s matrimonial entangle
ments.
why, the crooked DEVIL" exclaimed
De Lancey, leaping up at the finish,
"Oyez! Mendez!"
Don't say q word" warned Bud,
springing to the tent door to ~intercep,
him. "or you'll put US out Of businessl
1t is nothing" he continued in Spanish
a6 Mendez came out of his house. but
put Don Felipe's horse in the corral
when he is COOL"
Isl, senor-with great %pleasurel"
smirked Mendez, running to get the
horse, and after he had departed Bud
turned back and shook his head.
I'VE can't afford to quarrel with Mr.,
Mendez." he said: because If Aragon
eve gets hold of him we're ditched
Jest let everything run on like we'd
overlooked something until the sixty
days are up-then, If we get away
with it, we'll locate the mine our
selves" ,
Eyes; but how?"
well. they's two ways" returned
Bud; either hunt up another Mexican
citizen or turn Mexican ourselves"
Turn Mexican!" shrilled Phil. and
then he broke down and laughed.
well, you're a great one. Bud" he
chortled; you sure are!"
Il come down here to get this mine"
said Bud laconically.
Eyes, but you're q Texan-or was
one!"
THAT makes no difference" an
swered Bud stoutly. 1.-THE hot weather
is coming on-revolution Is likely to
begin any time-ard there amt a sin.
gle Mexican we can trust. Jest one
more break now and we lose out-now
how about it,"
who's going to turn Mexican? 2"
questioned De Lancey, you or mel"
"Well-I will, then!"
mo. you won't, either!" cried Phil.
forgetting his canny shrewdness. "I1l
do 1t myself! I'm half Mexican al
ready, I've been eating chilli SO long!"
Now here" began Bud, listen to
me. I've been thinking this over oil
day and you jest heard about 1t. The
man that turns Mexican Is likely to
get mixed up with the authorities and
have to skip the country, but the other
Teller is In the other way-he's got to
stay with the works till hell freezes
over.
NOW you're an engineer and you
know how to open up a mine-I don't.
So, If you say SC, I'll take out the pa
pers and you hold the mine-or If you
want to you can turn Mex"
WELL" said De Lancey, his voice
suddenly becoming soft and pensive,
II might as we'll tell you, Bud, that
I'm thinking Of settling in this coun-
try. anyway. OF course, l don't look
at Aragon the way you dol think
you are ~prejudiced and misjudge him
but aver since I've known Gracia
I've"
"Gracia!" repeated Bud; and then,
stirred by some great and u%nreasoning
anger, he rose up and threw down his
hat pettishly. I'D think, Phil" he
muttered, you'd be satisfied with all
the other girls In the world without
"Now here!" shouted Phil, rising as
unreasoningly to his feet, don't you
say another word against that girl. OIL
I'll"
shut your mouth, you little
shrimp!" beloved Bud, wheeling upor
him menacingly. you seem to think
you're the only man In the world
that"
ooh, slush, Bud!" cried Phil In dis
gust, you don't mean to tell me you're
In love with Gracia tool"
"Who-me?" demanded Hooker, hii
face suddenly becoming fixed ant
masklike; and then he laughed hoarse
ly in derision and sank down on the
bed.
Certainly, Of the two of them, hi
was the more surprised at his sudder
outbreak of passion: and yet when thu
words we're spoken he was quick t
know that they were true.
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