The Dolores star. [volume] (Dolores, Montezuma County, Colo.) 1901-current, 1914-03-27


slipped II into his pocket.
Have one with me before you TO-"
said Bartlett. pushing q glass and the
bottle across the table.
The Watermelon filled his glass and
raised II. ITO Billy" said he.
ITO Billy's happiness" amended
Bartlett.
Maine IL prohibition state. but the
Watermelon had been there before
and knew just WHERE and how to OBJ
tain what he was looking for. With
the bottle In his pocket. he sought the
beach and made his way up II to some
secluded place where he could drink
In. peace and out Of the heat OF the
sun.
An the day advanced. the sun crept
around the headland until II streamed
unchecked upon the Watermelon,
sprawled. drunk and warm and dirty
In the lee of the rocks. The combined
heat Of the sun and the poison he had
in him, called by courtesy whisky,
grew unbearable, and he rose In
drunken majesty to find some cooler
place. The sun would soon have
thrown long shadows on the beach,
but the Watermelon could not wait
for that. He must get cool at once
and In the waves splashing. gurgling
laughing. breaking at his very feet.
he found q suggestion. Where could
one get cool II not In the sea itself!
A steam yacht far away like a streak
" white. was seen creeping slowly
landward. but the Watermelon did not
trouble about such thing He began
to undress, solemnly, stubbornly. with
the one thought to get cool.
-
The yacht. Mary Gloucester. was .
gay little bark. all ivory white and
shining brass work. A brightly striped
awning covered the deck. there were
large, comfortable chairs, with many
colored pillows and ribbons and
chints, and daintily arranged tables to
assuage ones thirst and offer cooling
bodily comfort on . hot day.
The Mary Gloucester. was named
after . poem Of Kipling's. and her
owner was explaining this fact. en-
sconced gracefully. II soiidly. In .
many-cushioned chair. her feet . bit
awkwardly on the rest before her. .
fan In one hand and . small. fat.
white. woolly dog on her lap. his fore
test on the railing. his mouth open
and his tiny red tongue tapping moist.
" from between his teeth.
whom do you love the more. =
asked Berthe Van Baalen. ''Kipling or
this angel child!" and Berthe sought
to pull one fluffy white ear near his
hand. But the little dog snarled an
grily and snapped sharply at the
hastily Withdrawn nngers
All, the duckems. naughty man
shsut tease him." crooned the lady.
shaping at Berthe with the fan, while
the little dog turned again to the
1 sea-
"Yes. indeed. Mrs. Armitase." said
Henry Bliven solemnly. Tell ~
truthfully, whom do you love the bet.
ter. kipling or the blessed duckems!'
Think" warned BERTHE. before
you answer. Kipling. . great poet.
author Of sentiments that will stir
mankind for all ages. sentiments that
will ennobie. strengthen"
DO you know" confessed the
widow with the gleeful naivete of \
child. Il like kipling because he's 10
bad. He says such wicked things"
She nodded and glanced audaciously
from ons youth to the other.
Henry reached YEARLY for his glass
on the table beside him and Berthe
Van Baalen sighed heavily. You
women! You make u bad. Don't
you know you dot You want " bad.
90 We are-anything 70 please you
beauteous creatures"
Il don't Gant you men bad. Just
poets." explained the widow. tanning
herself slowly. cheerfully.
Henry waved the depression aside.
Nov. tell US frankly. truthfuily. black
and blue. cross your heart. DO you pre-
fer . small dyspeptic. overfed. snap
ping bundle Of cotton WOOL which 10.
for the sake Of euphemism. called .
dog. 10 one Of the greatest minds Of
the day."
IF ! threw my blessed pet over.
would you 60 after him. Bertief- De-
manded the widow. TO whose mind .
question Of grave import had just pre-
scented itself. Henry, would you
I Ysu know how ] love my dainty little
kitty kit, would you save him from
cruel death for mel For ny sskes"
mo HARM said Henry with feel.
! Ing. shall befail the angel child while
/ I live 70 protect it-hsr-him."
"For your sake" said Bsstis. II
| would de-
There was = splash. surgis and .
horrined scream from the widow. %
with . sudden lurch Of the boat the
littis dog lost his balance end fell
overheard.
| "Oh. my precicus. ny lamb cried
the widow. ''Bertie. save him for me-"
"Yss, yes." declared Berthe. hangias
over the rail- and watching the strus.
/ Rliug DOG In the water below. sYoo,