The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-10-08
DON kOOiPHO
BY JANE OSBORN.

Mcclure & Ewing, and, as such things
usually go, everyone expected that
he would some day marry Katie, Bar
ry McGuire's pretty daughter. 1t was
as plain as day that Nat was head
over heels in love with Katie. The
florist and the confectioner could have
told you that he sent roses and bon
bons to Katie almost every week. and
no girl in her right mind. people
said, could have refused Nat. So the
matter seemed as good as settled. But
1t wasn't.
Nat Katie said to him one Satur-
day afternoon as they were walking
home from the country club, where
they had had their round of tennis.
Nat, think you had better not send
me the flowers and the candy any
people are beginning to talk
well, what if they are?' Nat was
perfectly cheerful. 1t had never really
occurred to him that there could Re
any serious obstacle In the way OF
winning Katie's hand.
"Well"-Katie fumbled with the
strings of her racq.et-.-''if | should
ever marry-if were to he married
soon, for instance, people might say
that should not have let you spend
SO much money for me-
ANY one in mind" asked Nat.
What dc you know about it?' ex.
claimed Katie. did father tell your
Dic you read the letters?"
Nat suddenly recalled the fact that
he had noticed rather copious corre-
spondence bearing Spanish stamps
and postmarks that had been coming
into the office for the past six weeks.
He had thought nothing about it, but
now his curiosity and jealousy we're
aroused.
We'll. them said Katie, somewhat
relieved, Il might as well tell you all
about it, if father hasn't. You see,
father had cousin, Dolcrita, very
beautiful girl, they say, and before
father left Ireland for the United
States this cousin ran away to Paris,
where she taught as governess in
some nobleman's family, and there it
was that she met the Spanish gen.
tleman who married her nay
Adolpho's father"
Your Adolpho?" exclaimed Nat.
They had now reached the Mcclure
house and were sitting on the steps
of the shady veranda.
THAT is what call him. I have
just had one letter from him, with his
picture. All the rest Of the corre-
spondence has been between his law
yer and my father, And we expect
he'll be here within a month, just as
soon as father sends tho check. He
hasn't come into his money yet, and
he wants father to advance enough
for him to come over to America with.
Isn't it thrilling? And Adolpho is so
good looking-so foreign and distin-
guished."
Il wish you JOY was Mats sullen
comment, as he sauntered down the
street toward his boarding house,
leaving Katie to her castles in Spain.
It was three weeks later, and, ac-
cording to schedule, Adolpho was ON
the ocean and would soon be at, the
house cf MCGUIRE. Barry Mcclure
had sent the 5000 to pay expenses, in
gold, according to direction, the day
of Katie's talk with Nat.
Katie had been living in high
state of excitement, and Nat, for some
reason, had been going about his work
with an air Of mild content.
Your Adolpho will soon be here"
he said to her ore night, after an
evening business talk with her father.
THAT Dago cousin of yours is GER
tainly lucky"
He isn't Dago." protested Katie.
"Spaniards aren't Dagos at all. Any
way, | am not so sure l am going to
like him right away. | wish you
wouldn't tease me 80. Nat"
Mr.. MCGUIRE laughed. Perhaps
Nat is little Jealous he joked.
Perhaps he wishes the Spanish cou-
sin in Halifax. But we shall see, we
shall see.'
Nat had been opening a newspaper
clipping that he had carefully folded
in his pocket 1t was from one of
the New York papers. and he spread
it cut before his partner.
Maybe this will interest you," he
said, pointing to the headlines: Skill
full Spanish Intrigue Exposed, Gang
of Crooks Work Bunco on Easy Marks
All Over the Country. May Be Scores
Of Victims"
Mr.. MCGUIRE and Katie read
through the article quickly.
'Oh, WELL" said Katie. tossing her
pretty head after a minutes reflec-
tion, q don't know as | would have
cared to marry Spaniard. anyhow"
And Nat. responding to the cue,
took one Ct Katies hands apprecia-
lively IN his.
But Mr. MCGUIRE sat with his head
buried in his hands.
ct don't care so much about the
Spanish cousin he said. 1T isn't
that but what fool I've been. What
of my s200-now when business is
dull. tco?"
"Oh. that's where I have a little