Abbeville progress., 1914-08-22

We'll. 'muchas, ,gracias' is mine" alb
served De Lancey. 1T doesn't cost
! anything. and it buys whole lot"
Sure" agreed Bud; but we ain
buying nothing from him-hes the
/ one particular hombro we want to
/ steer clear of. and keep him guessing
as long as We can. That's my view
OF 1t. pardner."
/ "Oh. that's all right" laughed De
/ Lancey, he won't get anything out
/ of me-that is. nothing but bunch
OF hot air Say, he's a shrewd looking
old guinea, isn't he? Did you notice
, that game eye? He kept it kind Of
dropped. almost shut. until he came
to the pOint-and then he opened 1t
up real fierce. Reminds me of n big
| fighting owl waking up in the day
time. But you just watch me handle
him. and if | don't fool the old boy
at every turn it'll be because | run
out of bull"
We'll, you can hand him the bull
if you want to-" grumbled Bud. but
the first time you give anything away
I'm going to pick such a row with
the old cuss that well have to make
new trail to get by. SO leave i'm
alone. if you ever expect to see that
girl!"
A close association with Phil De
Lancey had left Bud not unaware of
his special Weaknesses, and Phil was
undoubtedly romantic. Given barred
and silent house, shut off from the
street by whitened walls and a We
randa screened with flowers. and the
questing eyes Of Mr.. De Lancey would
turned to those barred windows as GER
tainly as the needle seeks the pole.
On every trip. coming and going, he
had cOHncd the Aragon house from the
vine-covered coTredor in front to the
walled-n summer garden behind, hop
ing to surprise a view of the beautiful
daughter of the house. And unless ru-
NOR and Don Juan were at fault, she
was indeed worthy of his solicitude-
a gay and sprightly creature. brown
eyed like her mother and with the
same glorious chestnut hair.
Already those dark, mischievous
eyes had been busy and, at the last
big dance at Fortuna, she had set
many heads awhirl. Twice within two
years her father, in a rage, had sent
her away to school in order to break
off some ill-considered love affair: and
now a battle royal was being waged
between Manuel del Rey, the dashing
captain of the rurales stationed at
Fortuna, and Feliz Luna, son Of rich
haciendado down in the hot country,
for the honor of her hand.
What more romantic, then, than that
a handsome American, stepping grace
fully into the breach, should keep the
naughty lovers from Staying each
other by bearing off the prize himself?
SO reasoned Philip De Lancey. mus
ing upon the ease with which he could
act the part; but for prudential pur-
poses he said nothing of his vaunting
ambitions. knowing full well that they
would receive an active veto from Bud. |
For. while De Lancey did most of |
the talking, and a great deal of the |
thinking for the partnership, Hooker |
was not lacking in positive opinions;
and upon sufficient occasion he would |
express himself, though often with |
more force than delicacy. Therefore, |
upon this unexpected sally about the |
girl, Phil changed the subject abruptly |
and said no more of Aragon or the |
hopes within his heart.
1t was not so easy, however, to avoid |
Aragon. for that gentleman had appar-
emily taken the pains to inform him |
self as to the place where they we're |
at work, and he was waiting for them |
in the morning with frown as black
as thunder cloud.
He's on" muttered Phil, as they
drew near enough to see his face.
What shall we do?"
do nothing" growled Bud through
his teeth; you jest let me do the talk
ing!"
He maneuvered his horse adroitly
and, with a skilful turn, cut In be-
tween his pardner and Aragon.
IS dias." he greeted, gazing down
in burly defiance at the militant Ara
gon; and at the same moment he gave
De Lancey's horse furtive touch with
his spur.
"Buenos dias, senores!" returned
Aragon, striding forward to intercept
them; but as neither of the Americans
looked back, he was left standing In
the middle of the street
That's the way to handle im," OBJ
served Hooker, as they trotted briskly
down the lane. Leave i'm to mel"
It'll only make him mad" objected
De Lancey GROSSLY. What do you
want to do that for?"
He's mad already" answered Bud.
l want to quarrel with him, so he