The Huttig news., 1914-07-04

LOW IS llttle QdnSeFOuS-HOt now, perhaps, but later, when the warm weather comes on.
 But in Fortuna-noi Here we are on the railroad the camp k controlled by Americans; and because So many have left the country the Mex.eans will sell their prospects cheap.
 Then again, if you develop mine near by, 1t will be very easy to sell it and if you wish to work it, that is easy, too. am only the proprietor of the hotel but if you can use my poor services in any way 1 shall be very happy to please you. A room? One of the best! And if you stay a week or more l will give you the lowest rate"
 They passed up the winding stairs and oown long, corridor, at the end of which the proprietor showed them into a room, throwing open the outer doors and shutters to let them see the view from the window.
 Here is a little balcony" he said. stepping outside, where you can sit and look down Gn the plaza. We have the band and music when the weather is fine, and you can watch the preNy girls from here. But you have been in Mexico-you know all that!" And he gave Phil roguish dig.
 "BieD. my frien', I am glad to meet you" He hcid out his hand in vel come and De Lancey gave his in re- turn. My name,' he continued, is Juan de Dios Brachamente 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-l do not know--that makes the college boys laugh. Perhaps it is that poet, Byron, who wrote so scandalous- ly about Us Spaniards. but certainly he knew nothing of our language, for he rhymes Don Juan with new one and true one!' Still, l read part of that poem and it is, i'll places, very interest ina-yes, very interes tiug-but Don Joo-an!' Hahi"
 He threw up his hard in despair and De Lancey broke into a jo!lying laugh.
 Well, Don Juan" he cried, I'm glad to meet you. My name is Philip De Lancey and my pardner here is Mir. Hooker Shake hands with him, Don Juan de Dios! But certainly a 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 rakishIy, mot moch--only the most interesting passages!"
 He saluted and disappeared in roar of laughter, and De Lancey turned triumphantly on his companion. 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 ean-he sees I'm a 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 a few shots just gets my intellect to working right ani I'm crafty as fox.
 Did you notice that coup l 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 blue blooded Castilian. Now maybe our old friend Don Juan has got few drops of Moor ish blood in his veins-to put it po- litely, but" he raised his tenor voice and improvised--
 Jest because my hair is curly Oats no reason to call me 'shinei'"
 'No," agreed Bud, feeling cautiously of the walls, and jest because you're happy is mo 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 Mir. Brachamonte is the real thing i'll Spanish gentleman: and I've heard that all genuwine Span iards have their hair curly, jest like a-huh?"
 But De Lancey, made suddenly aware of his indiscretion, was making all kinds of exaggerated signs for si- lence, and Bud stopped with slow. good-natured smile
 "S-s-st!" hissed De Lancey, touching his finger to his lips: don't say it-- somebody might hear you!"
 III right" agreed Bud; "and don't you say it, either. l 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 a Mexican. Tiptoeing softly over to Bud, he whispered in his ear: "S-s-st, 1 eau hear the feller in the next room-shaving himself."
 Laughing heartily at this joke, they went down stairs for supper.
 CHAPTER VI.
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