The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1914-07-07

more: they pointed az The fun belts q
the American guard aud demanded
them as their right: and when the
Americans refused TO yield they few
into a rage and threatened.
All In all. IL was n pitiful exhibition
Of hot.headedness and imbecillty. and
only the firmness OF the s~uperintend.
n prevented q real spllling 81 blood.
The Mexicans retired IN n hun and
broke into the cantina, and as the
night camo on the valley re-echoed to
their drunken s~houtlngs.
Such was war ms the Sonorans con.
ceiyed H. When Hooker. standing his
guard IN the corredor, encountered
Gracia Araeon on her evening walk,
he could scarcely conceal a grin.
what are you laughing at. Senior
Hooker7" she demanded with asperity.
is II 30 pleasant, with a houseful OF
frightened women and screaming chill.
dren, that you should make fun OF our
pllght3"
mo, indeed" apologized Bud; moth.
INK like that. Sure must be bad In
there-I stay outside myself. But !
reckon i'm o 10 be over with. The
Mexicans here In town have shot OF
all their ammunition and | reckon the
rebels have done the same. Like as
not they'll all be gone tomorrow, and
then you can go back home"
"Oh, thank you for thinking about
mel" she returned with n scornful curl
OF the lip. nut II all men were as
open as you. Mr.. Hooker, we women
would never need TO ask n question.
This morning you told me did not
know what was talking aroat-now !
presume you are this sicg what cow
arde the hexicRns ares
"Oh, I kuowi You need not deny III
You are nothing but a great big-To.
janol Yes. was going 10 say brute
but you are n friend OF dear Pills, and
40 | will hold my tongue. II Il wasn't
for that. I'd" She paused, leaving
him TO guess.
"Oh, | do wish he we're here" she
breathed. leaning YEARLY against the
white pillar OF IN arch and gazing
down through the long arcade.
1T was so close In there" she con
tinued. Il could not stand Il q minute
longer. These Indian women, you
know-they weep and moan all the
time. And the children-i am so sorry
for them. ! cannot go now. because
they need me; but tomorrow-if Phil
were here--I would leave and ride for
the line.
Have you seen Del Rey today MOI
Then all the better-he must be polio.
ing the town. II Is only OF him | am
afraid. These rebels are nothing
agree with you! mol ] am not angry
with you at all nowi But tomorrow.
just AT dusk. when all Is still as Il IL
at this time. then. n Phil were here
/ would mount my brave horse and
ride out by the western pass"
She ended rather inconclusively. let.
ting her voice trail OF w~istfully as she
waited for him to speak. but something
within moved Hooker "a hold his
peace. and he looked out over the town
without commenting on her plans. II
was evident 20 him that she was deter;
mined TO enlist his sympathy and in.
volve him IN her Wild plot. and each
time the conversation veercd IN that
direction he took refuge In a stubborn
silence.
What are you thinking OF. Mr..
Hooker7" she asked at last, as he
gaEed into the dusk. Sometimes
scold you and sometimes ! try 10
please you, but ! never know what you
thinkl | did not mean that when
said ! could read your taoughts-you
are 40 different from pool lear PhillH
"M-m-m." mumbled Bud. shifting his
feet. and his face turned a little grim.
"Ahal" she cried with m -concealed
satisfaction, you do not like me to
call him like that. do you? Poor. dear
Phil,'-like that! But do you know
why l do IL? II Is TO punish you for
never coming near me-when | signed
to you-when | waited for you-long
ago. All. you were so cruell | want
ed 20 know you-you were a cowboy
and ! thought you were brave enough
10 defend me-but you always rode
right by. Yes, that was it-but Phil
!, was Different lie came when ! sent
for him: he sang songs to me az night
he took my part against Manuel de-
Rey: and now"
"Yesl" commented Bud bruskly
: with his mind on dear Pills" finish
and she turned To peer into his face.
80 that is ~" she said. You Dc
not trust me. You think that Am not
} your friend-that ! will serve you al
} he was served Is that what you are
!. thinkipgE.