The Arvada enterprise., 1914-10-15

into . room. throwing open che outer
doors and shutters to let them see the
view from the window.
Here Il little balcony" he said.
stepping outside. where you can sit
and look down on the plaza. We have
the band and music when the weather
Il nne. and you can watch the pretty
girls from here. But you have been in
Me1ico-you know all that!" And he
gave Phil roguish dig.
"Bisn, my frien', am glad to meet
you0" He held out his hand in vel.
come and Dc Lancey gave his in re-
turn my name." he continued. lis
Juan de Dlos Brachamonte y Escalon;
but with these Americans that does
not go. as you say. 50 in general they
call me Don Juan.
There Is something about that
name-I do not know-that makes the
college boys laugh. Perhaps 1t 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 1t il. in places. very interest
ing-yes. very interesting-but Don
Joo-an!' Hail"
He threw up his hand In despair and
De Lancey broke into jollying laugh.
We'll. Don Juan" he cried. I'm glad
to meet you. My name Is Philip De
Lancey and my pardner here is Mr..
Hooker. Shake hands with him. Don
Juan de Dios! But certainly a man 30
devoutly named could never descend
to reading much of Don Jooan!"
"Ah. no." protested Don Juan, roll
Ing hin dark eyes and smiling rakishly.
mot moch-only the most interesting
passakes!"
He saluted and disappeared in a roar
of laughter, and De Lancey turned
triumphantly on his companion. self
satisfied smile upon his lips.
"Aha!" 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 can-he sees I'm
= 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 and I'm crafty ~
q fox.
did you notice that coup l made
asking him II he was . Spaniard?
There's nothing in the world makes .
Spaniard 30 mad Is 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 'shine!'"
NO." agreed Bud. feeling cautiously
of the walls. land Jest because you're
happy Is no reason for singing 30
loud. neither. These here partitions
are made of inch boards. covered with
paper-do you get that? Well. then.
considering who's probably listening.
It strikes me that Mr.. Brachamonte Is
the real thing In 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 81.
lence. and Bud stopped with . slow.
good.natured smile.
"S.s-st!" Kissed De Iancey, touching
his finger to his lips: don't say It
somebody might hear you!"
IAN right" agreed Bud: land don't
you say It, either. ! 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. Tiptoelng
softly over TO Bud. he whispered In his
ear: "S-s-st. I can hear the Teller In
the next room-shaving himself"
Laughing heartily at this joke they
went down stairs for supper.