Williams news., 1914-09-17

into a room, throwing open the outer doors and shutters to let them see the | view from the window.
 Here is little balcony" he said, stepping outside, where you can sit and look down on the plaza We have | the band and music when the weather is fine. and you can watch the pretty girls from here. But you have been in Mexico-you know all that!" And he gave Phil 8 roguish dig.
 "Bien, my frien', am glad to meet | you" He held out his hand in well come and De Lancsy gave his in re- l turn My name." he continued, "is Juan de Dios Brachamonte y Escalon; but with these Americans that does not go, as you say. so in general they call me Don Juan.
 There is something about that name-I do not know-that makes the college boys laugh. Perhaps 1t is that poet, Byron, who wrote so scandalous- ly about ue Spaniards, but certainly he knew nothing of our language, for he rhymes Don Juan with new one and true one!' Still, I read part of that poem and 1t is. in places, very interest ing-yes, very interesting-but Don Joo-an!' Hah!"
 He threw up his hand in despair and De Lancey. broke into a jollying laugh.
 Well, Don Juan," he cried. "I'm glad to meet you. My name is Philip De Lancey and my pardner here Is MT. Hooker. Shake hands with him, Don Juan de Dios! But certainly man so devoutly named could never descend to reading much of Don Joo-an!"
 "Ah. no," protested Don Juan, roll ing his dark eyes and smiling rakishly, mot moch-only the most interesting passages!"
 He saluted and disappeared in a roar of laughter. and De Lancey turned triumphantly on his companion. a self satisfied smile upon his lips.
 Anal" he said; you see? That's what five dollars worth of booze will do in opening up the way. Here's our old friend Don Juan willing. nay, anx- ious, to help us all he can-he sees I'm live wire and wants to keep me around. Pretty soon we'll get him feeling good and he'll tell us all he knows. Don't you never try to make me sign the pledge again. brother few shots just gets my intellect to working right and I'm crafty as fox.
 Did you notice that coup I made asking him if he was a Spaniard? There's nothing in the world makes a Spaniard so mad as to take him for a Mexican-on the other hand, nothing makes him your friend for life like recognizing him for a blue-blooded Castilian. Now maybe our old friend Don Juan has got few drops of Moor fish blood in his veins-to put 1t po- litely, but" he raised his tenor voice and improvised--
 "Jest because my hair is curly
 Oats no reason to call me 'shine!'"
 "No," agreed Bud, feeling cautiously of the walls, land jest because you're happy is no reason for singing so loud, neither. These here partitions are made of inch boards. covered with paper-do you get that? We'll, then, considering who's probably listening. 1t strikes me that MT. Brachamonte is the real thing in Spanish gentleman; and I've heard that all genuwine Span iards have their hair curly, fest like a-huh f'
 But De Lancey, made suddenly aware of his indiscretion, was making all kinds of exaggerated signs for si- lence. and Bud stopped with slow, goodnatured smile.
 "S-s-st!" hissed De Lancey, touching T. l. L H somebody might hear youI"
 "All right" agreed Bud; land don't you say it, either. I hate to knock, Phil." he added. ~but sometimes think the old man was right when he said you talk too much"
 "Psst!" chided De Lancey, shaking his finger like Mexican. Tiptoeing softly over to Bud. he whispered in his ear: "S-s-st, I can hear the feller in the next room-shaving himself!"
 Laughing heartily at this joke. they went down stairs for supper.