The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1915-05-01

! temptingly, and was we'll on his way
to further extravagancies when the
| figure In white swiftly vanished and
door slammed hard inside the house.
Several minutes later the form OF
Don Juan appeared at the lower door,
and in no uncertain tones he requested
| them to cease.
The Senior Aragon informs me- he
said, that your music annoys him"
We'll. let him come to the balcony
and say his 'buenas noches,'" an
swered Phil resentfully.
1.-THE gentleman refuses to do that"
responded Don Juan briefly.
Then let him go to bed,' replied
De Lancey, stunning few synco-
pated chords; I'm singing to his
daughter"
| At that Don Juan came down off the
| porch in his slippers and they engaged
in a protracted argument.
What. don't get word?" de-
manded Phil grievously, mot a pleas
ant look from anybody? 'Swee-eet
! honey-bee, be sweet to mel! he
pleaded. turning pathetically to the
| lady's balcony; and then, with sud
| den flourish white handkerchief ap-
peared through the crack Of the shut
tiers and Gracia waved him good night
Enough, Don Juan" he cried, lay
| ing down the guitar with a thump;
this ends our evenings entertain
ment!"
After paying and thanking the stolid
musicians Phil joined Bud and the
pair adjourned to their room, where,
! in the intervals of undressing, Phil
| favored the occupants Of the adjoining
| apartments with an aria from Beau
! tiful DOLL
But for all such nights Of romance
and music there is always a morning
afterward; and fine tenor voice set
| to ragtime never helped much in the
development of mine. Though Bud
had remained Loyalty by his friend in
his evening serenade he, for one. never
forgot for a moment that they were
in Fortuna to work the Eagle Tail
and not to win the hearts of Spanish
Mexican senoritas, no matter how at
tractive they might be.
Bud was a practical man who, If he
ever made love, would doubtless do
it in a perfectly businesslike way,
without hiring any string bands. But
at the same time he was willing to
make some concessions.
well, 60 ahead and get your sleep,
then" he growled, after trying three
times in the morning to get his pard-
ner up; I'm going out to the mine!
Then, with saddle-gun under his
| knee and his six-shooter hung at his
hip, he rode rapidly down the road,
turning out from time to time to let
long cavalcades of mules string by.
The dead-eyed arrieros, each with his
combined mule-blind and whiplash
swinging free, seemed to have very
little on their minds but their pack
lashings, and yet they must be three
days out from Moctezuma.
Their mules, too, were well loaded
with the products of the hot country
-fanegas of corn in red leather sacks,
oranges and fruits in handmade
crates, panoches of sugar in balanced
frames, long joints of sugar-cane for
the dulce pedlers, and nothing to indl-
cate either haste or fight.
Three times he let long pack-trains
go by without word, and then at last,
overcome by curiosity. he inquired
about the revoltosos.
What revoltosos? queried the old
man to whom he spoke.
why, the men of Bernardo Bravo, y
answered Bud; "the men who are
marching to take MocteZuma."
when l left Moctezuma," returned
the old man politely "all was quiet
there were no revoltosos. Since then
l cannot say"
But the soldiers!" cried Bud
Surely you saw them! They were
marching to fight the rebels"
perhaps So" shrugged the arriero
laying the lash of his topojo across
the rump of mule; but l know moth
ing about IT.
NO" muttered Bud, as he continued
on his way; and I'll bet nobody else
does"
Inquiry showed that in this, too, hi
was correct. From those who Travelled
fast and from those who travelled SLOW
he received the same wondering an
swer-the country might be filled will
revoltosos; but, as for them, the!
knew nothing about it.
Not until he got back to Forum:
and the busy federal telegraph wir'
did he hear any more news of rapin'
and bloodshed. and the light which
; dawned upon him then was gradual!
daWning upon the whole town.
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