The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-10-21
ROSE Of MEXICO
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The night when Ramon Baezs
slipped from his saddle in front Of
the ranch house, Cecilia felt the first
tug at her heartstrings since she had
come to Texas.
Four years ago it was nov She
had been eighteen then. Bob, hel
brother, had been running bachelors
ball for three years, while his four
sisters stayed back home in Vermont
as Bob said, wasting their time while
their one and only brother pined fol
lack of gentle company down in the
wilds. So CHS, as he called her, had
been the one who felt the call OF
duty.
And she amt never been sorry
Bob told Senior Baeza that first night
as they stood together out on the
adobe porch smoking in %fraternal
fashion. 1--WE got more cattle than
III even count. The beef trust never
hits me, and it'll all 90 to CHS when
| cash in. Don't want to buy any
horses, do your"
Ramon shook his head.
Il am not North for buying.
travel to Corpus Christi to bring
my Dolores from the convent there.
When we return this way, l will show
you the rose of Mexico, senior"
Then came q still twilight hour,
with a slip of a new moon showing
family in the amber and jade sky
and two horses coming up the road,
with the senior and his girl sister.
CHS ran down to meet them and took
Dolores in her arms. Bob stood
watching them both, his keen gray
eyes half closed.
Such a child, senor," CHS cried, in
her brisk, hopeful way. why is she
so sad?'
I'VE have lost our father in the
war, back in Chihuahua" he told her,
resting one booted foot on the steps.
"Our mother lived a month afterward,
SC we two are alone. You must be
very sweet to her, my %senorita."
CHS flushed at the caressing tone
and the look in his eyes.
Il love her even now," she an.
swered. Il wish you both could stay
here awhile"
Bob would not listen to them going
for a week at least. Big, long-legged
Bob, Twenty-Five years old, with the
fiber of r%ock-ribbed Vermont in his
being, would flush to the roots of his
curly, straw-colored hair every time
the senior spoke of leaving.
One day in the garden, while CHS
worked among her rose bushes and
sparse pansy beds, Dolores followed
her around.
1T is glorious to have a brother, is
It not?" she sighed. 1--WE must be
very loyal to them, for they need us
greatly. If l were to marry-certain'
ly l will never marry-but if were to
marry, Ramon would almost die"
Cecilia's hands went faster.
"They're fearfully dependent crea-
tures,' she answered. Bob wouldn't
know his head from his heels if l
wasn't right there to tell him which
was which. I'll have to stay right
here and take care Of him."
Put if he should love, senorita? 1t
would be very hard for you?"
mo, it wouldn't. I'd go back home
and teach school again."
And you would not mind at all?"
Something in the eager, joyous tone
~,oIo Tic 1np1y nm II bod mt noo11rrnd
to her that Bob might be interested
in this slender, dark-eyed girl from
over the border. And her own face
grew tender as she smiled up at her.
"Why, l guess l shouldn't mind;
not if she was mighty sweet"
Down the road there came the
sound of horses galloping up from
the south below the roll of land that
sheltered the ranch.
Curly Barton was the leader. Az
he talked to Bob, he looked over
where CHS stood and waved his hat
| to her, but she stood silent, chin up
waiting.
There had been a fight along the
border, Curly said. Rustlers had
stolen over and cut out over a hun
| dred horses. His cowboys had pur
sued them and there had been a run
ming fight. Five men lay dead dowr
the wash, their faces upturned to the
sunlight. It had been decided bes1
for the community at large to drive
every last Mexican back over the line
And they had heard that Bob had 6
couple there.
Yes, / have" Bob said calmly
1.-The young lady I am going to marry
and her brother. What you got tt
say to that, Curly?"
Dolores heard, and her han(
reached out for Cts.
"You got all the horses back?'
asked Bob. Curly grinned reminis
Gently.
"Yep. And some of theirs, too"
Then drop it. These are m!
guests" He stood watching the boy
ride on, and Baeza came toward him
"They would have shot me, yes?" h