The Winslow mail., 1914-01-24


Idea Mariedetta could love anybody"
she is q volcano" Jesn answered
why, tits like q play!"
And it goes on ell the time
How gentle and sweet he is! J
think he te charming. He is not at all
like the other cowboys, is he?"
While the two witnesses of the
scene were eagerly discussing It, Joy
the Chinese cook, emerged from the
Kitchen bearing bucket of water, his
presence hidden from the lovers BY
the corner Of the building. Carara
languidly released his tnamorata from
his embrace and lounged out Of sight
around the building, pausing at the
farther corner TO watt graceful kiss
from the ends of his fingers, as with
farewell fash Of his white teeth he
disappeared. Mariedetta recovered
her Watering and glided onward into
the court in front of the cook-house
her face masklike, her movements de
liberate as usual.
Joy. spying the girl, grinned at her
She tossed her head coquettishly an6
Ter step slackened, whereupon the
book, with sly glance around, tapped
her gently on the arm, and said:
Nice III gally.''
"The ideal" Indignantly exclaimed
Miss Blake from her hammock.
But Mariedetta was not offended
Instead she smiled over her shoulder
as she had smiled at her lover an in
stant before.
ME like you fine. You like pie?'
Joy nodded toward the door of the
culinary department, as If to make
free Of his hospitality, at the instant
that Carara, who had circled the build
ing, came into view from the opposite
side, a fresh cigarette between his
lips. His lanEuor vanished ct the
hrst glimpse Of the scene, snd he
strobe toward the white-clad celestial
who dove through the open door like
a prairie dog into his hole. Carars
) followed at his heels.
'It. serves him right" Miss
: Blake. rising Il hope Mr.. Carara-'..
A din of filling pots and pans is
sued from the cook-house, mingled
with shrtli cries end soft Span i'm
precautions; then, with one long-drawn
wall, the pandemoniun ceased as sud
denly as it had commenced, and Ga
rara issued forth, black with anger
"Ha!" said he, scowling at Marie
detta, who had retreated, her hand
upon her bosom. He exhaled lung
full of cigarette smoke through his
nostri1s fercely. you play wit me.
eh?"
mo, mol" .Mariedetta ran to him,
and, seizing his arm, cooed amorously
in Spanish.
''Bahl vamos!" Carara flung he,
from him, and stalked away.
well, of all the outrageous things!'
said Miss Blake. "Why, she was actu
ally flirting with that Chinaman."
"Mariedetta firts with every man
she can find" said Jean. calmly "but
she doesn't mean any harm. Shell
marry Carara some time---if he doesn't
kill her"
"Kill her!" Miss Blake's eyes were
round. He wouldn't do that!"
Indeed, yes. He Is Mexican, end
he has a terrible temper"
Miss Blake sank back into the ham
mock. "How perfectly dreadful! And
yeti must be heavenly to love 3
man who would kill you"
Miss Chaplin lost herself in medita,
tion for an instant. Culver is almost
like that when he is angry. Hello,
here comes our foreman!"
Stover, a tall, gangling cattle-man
with dropping grizzled mustache.
came shambling up to the steps. He
busted his boots with his sombrero
and cleared his throat.
Evening. Miss Jean. Is Mr.. Cha
pin around7'
'I think you'll find him down by the
spring-house. Can do anything for
your" 50:
''Nopel" Slower sighed heavily, and