Polk County news-gazette. (Benton, Tenn.) 190?-191?, 1914-06-25

, into a room. throwing open the cute
doors and shutters % let them see ii
Z view from the window.
Here Is a little balcony" be said
: stepping outside. where you can 81
and look down on The plaza. We hay
the band and music when the weathe
Is tine. and you can watch the prett.
girls from here. But you have been il
MeXtcO-yOu know all that" And b
gave Phil a roguish dig
"Bien, my frien.. I am glad TO NEE
you" He held out his hand In vel
come and De Lancey gave his in re
turn MY name" be continued. a.
Juan de Dios Brschamonte 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-I do not know-that makes the
college boys laugh Perhaps il 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, in places. very interest
| ing-yes. very Interestingly Don
Joo-anr Hail"
He threw up his hand in despair and
De Lancey broke into a jollying laugh.
We'll, Don Juan" he cried. I'm glad
to meet you. Ny name is Philip De
Lancey and my pardner here is Mr..
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 rakishly,
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.
"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
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 |
few shots Just gets my intellect |
to working right and I'm crafty as
a fox.
Did you notice that coup l made
asking him If he was a Spaniard?
There's nothing in the world makes
Spaniard so mad as to take him for a
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
sh blood in his veins-to put it po-
itely, 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
If the walls, land jest because you're
oud. neither. These here partitions
re made of inch boards, covered with
you get that? Well, then,
who's probably listening,
t strikes me that Mr.. Brachamonte is
he real thing in Spanish gentleman~
nd I've heard that all genuwine Sgan- Y
ards have their hair curly, jest like
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But De Lancey, made suddenly c
ware of his indiscretion, was making
II kinds of exaggerated signs for ST. l
ence, and Bud stopped with a slow, II
smile.
"S-s-st!" Kissed De Lancey touching r
Is finger to his lips; don't say it o
might hear you'll" e
"All right" agreed Bud; land don't G.
Oh say 1t, either l hate to knock, Il
hill" he added, "but sometimes
link the old man was right when he Il
lid you talk too much" Il
"Psst!" chided De Lancey, shaking I
Is finger like a Mexican. Tiptoeing IL
fifty over to Bud, he whispered in his b
IT: "S-s-st, can hear the Teller in ST
egnext demonstrating himself" al
Laughing heartily at this joke, they
ent down stairs for supper. di