The Huttig news., 1914-08-08

 Mexic..ns-in fact. its rates were nrae- ticaliy prohibitive for anyone not be- ing pad in goid-hut, since most of the Americans had left, and seven dol lars day Mex was no deterrent to the rich refugee land owners, it became of sudden international. with a fine miXtGie of purse-nfoud Spaniards and raee-preud American adventurers.
 Not very pleasing combination for the parents of romantic damsels des- tined for some prearranged marriage of state, but very exciting for the dam sels and most provocative to the Amer ica4s.
 After the promenade in the plaza the mothers by common consent pre- empted the upstairs reception-room. gathering their precious charges in close; while the Americans, after their custom, foregathered in the lobby, convenient to the bar Hot argu- ments about the revolution, and pre- dictions of events to come served to pass the early evening, with many scornful glances at the Mexican dan- dies Nho went so insolently up the stairs. And then, as the refugees re- tired to their apartments and the spirit of adventure rose uppermost, Phil De Laneey made a dash out into the darkness and came back with a Mexi- can string band.
 "A serenade, boyst" he announced, as the musicians filed shecpishly into the hotel Our guests. the fair seno- ri,as. you know! We Il make those young Mexican dudes look like two- spots before the war is.over. Who's game now for song heneat th the win dows? You know the old stand bys-- La Paloma' and .Teresita Mia'-and you want to listen to me sing Ale Gus tan Todas' to Gracia. the fairest of the fair. Come on, fellows. out in the plaza. and then listen to the old folks cuss.'
 They adjourned then after drink for courage, to the moonlight and the plaza. and there, beneath the shut tered windows and vacant balconies, the guitars and violins took tip La Paloma,s while Phil and few brave
 
 spirits sang.
 A silence followed their first at tempt. as we'll as their second and third, and the comisario of police. a mild creature owned. and paid hy the company, came around and made few intellectual protests.
 But inside the company's eoncas- sion. where by common consent tho militant rura kept their hands of, the Americans knew they were safe and they soon jollied the eemisario into taking q drink and departing. Then De LaDcey took ID the burden, and the string band, hired by the hour, strnmmed on as if for eternity.
 One by one the windows opened; fretful fathers stepped out on the bal cony and. bound by the custom and conventions of the country. thanked them and bade them good night. But the two windows behind which the Senor Aragon and his family reposed did not open and, though the dwin- ding band stood directly under their balcony, and all knew that his daugb- ter was the fairest Of the fair. Don Cipriano did not wish them good night.
 Perhaps he recognized the leading tenor--and the big voice of Bud Hooker. trying to still the riot-but, however it was, he would not speak to them, and De Lancey would not quit.
 Try 'em on American musiei" he cried, as everyone but Bud went away in disgust, the latest rag from Broad wa-ay, New York. Here. gimme that guitar, hombre. and listen to this now!"
 He picked out a clever bit of syn copation and pitched his voice to heady twang:
 Down in the garden where the red roses
 grow,
 Oh my, long to go.
 Pluck me like flower. cufdle me an hour Lovie let me learn the Red Rose Ra -ag.f'
 There was some swing to that, and it seemed to make an impression, for just as he was well started on the chorus the slats of one of the shut ters parted and patch of white shone through the spaces It was the ladies. then who were getting interested!; Phil walled on:
 "swee-eet honey. bee be sweet to me,
 My heart Is free, but heres the keyt'
 And then. positively, he could see that patch of white boat time. He took heart of grace at that and sang on to the end, and at suggestion of clapping in dumb-show he gave an en- core aud ragged it over again.
 Ev'rybody's doin' it. doin' it, den' iti' he began, as the shadow dance ceased.
 Honey, I declare, it's bear. it's a bear. it's beari'" he continued temptiDgly, and was we'll on his way to further extravagancies when the figure in white swiftly vanished and a door slammed hard inside the house..
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