Jackson County journal. (Sylva, N.C.) 19??-19??, 1914-06-12

y me. and you can watch the .,rattv
slrfs from here. But you have been in
lneAico-you know all that!" And he
save Phil aroguish dig.
B1en, my frien', am glaf, r. n,aa+
you- He held out his hand in vel
.olne ana De Lancey gave his in re-
urn. My name." he continued. rs
Juan de Dios Brachamonte Esca1on.
Dut with these Americans that Dies
no. go, as you say, SO IN general they
call me Don Juan.
Inere Is something about that
name-l do not know-that makes the
-eollege boys laugh. Perhaps It Is that
poet, Byron, who wrote so scandalous-
y about us spaniards, but certainly
ne Knew nothing Of our language for
ne rhymes Don Juan with new one and
true onep Still. | read part Of that
poem and it Is. in places, very interest
ing-yes, very interesting Don
Joo-an! Hail"
ne threw up his hand in despair and
De Lancey broke into a jollying laugh.
Well. Don JUAN" he cried. I'm glad
70 meet You. MY name Is Philip De
Lancey and my pardner here is MIR.
Hooker. Shake hands with him. Don
Juan De D1osl But certainly a man so
oevoutly named could never descend
70 reading much OF Don Joo-ani"
All, no" protested Don Juan. roll
ing his dark eyes and smiling rakishly
not mooh-only the most interesting
passagesi"
he saiuted and disappeared tn roar
OF laughter and De Lancey turned
triumphantly on his companion. q self.
satisfied smile upon his lips.
"Ahar he said; you see? That's
what five dollars worth OF booze will
do In opening up the way. Here's our
Ola friend Don Juan willing, nay, anx-
ious. to help US ell he oan-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 sligo the pledge again, brother
few shots Just gets my intellect
to working right and I'm crafty az
fox.
Did you notice that coup l made
asking him II he was q Spaniard
There's nothing In the world makes a
Span1ard SO mad as to take him for a
Mexican-on the other hand. nothing
makes him your friend for life like
recognizing him for a blue blooded
Castilian. Now maybe our old friend
Don Juan has got few drops of Moor
ish blood In his veins-to put it no
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, "and jest because you're
happy Is no reason for singing 40
loud, neither. These here partitions
are made OF inch boards, covered with
paper-do you get that? Well, then,
considering who's probably listening.
1t 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 q slow,
good-natured smile.
"S-s-st!" Kissed De Lancey, touching
his finger to his lips; don't say tt
somebody might hear you'll"
Cali right" agreed Bud; "and don't
you say 1t, either. I hate to knock,
PHIL" he added, "but sometimes l
think the old man was right when he
said you talk too much"
"Psst!" chided De Lancey, shaking
his finger like Mexican. T1ptoeing
softly over to Bud, he whispered in his
ear: "S-s-st, can hear the Teller in
the next room-shaving himself"
Laughing heartily at this joke, they
went down stairs for supper.
CHAPTER vi.