Gilpin observer., 1915-10-14

fered Ramon another cigarette which.
he accepted with alacrity. Amelia, in
clearing the table" and washing the
dishes.
She is a good woman" Ramon said
lovingly as he watched her. Il have
been unable to find any work since
was fired two weeks ago and | don't
know what l am going to do. You
may not believe 1t, senor, but we have
provisions for only one more meal"
Damn those bandidos!" he shook
his fist fiercely towards the United
States. "If those crazy compatrfots
Of mine had not started this trouble I
would not be in this condition. II is
due to them only that my Amelia has
nothing to eat for the morrow. It Is
due to them that we. the pacificos.
suffer the name of bandit greasers."
do not blame the Americans; they
are defending their property and their
families-I would do the same II the
trouble were on this side. but blame
that band of disgruntled thieves who.
unable to make a living on this side.
start racial war In your country.
Four years of revolution has cleaned
everything out of this country and our
only hope to get anything to eat was
on your side of the river. Now that is
gone, and-ah! Dios, | do not know
what we are going to do. will not
permit Amelia to go hungry" he add
cd .s L. 4 x,,f1l uop
rifice my life to get her food"
well, Ramon, must be g. -:
now" | said. Let's get my horse.
You don't know how much enjoyed
you and your wife's company. and
how refreshed ! am with the meal"
"But 1t is carly yet" Amelia pro-
tested
Il must be back in Brownsville by
five o'clock" ! replied. In few min
ute Ramon had saddled r:y horse
and brought it to the door Of the hut.
He and his wife. the horned toad.
the four dogs and the two little goats
were all there to see me of. | stuck
my hand in my pocket to reach for
money. and found | had two dollars.
] held them out to Ramon.
NO! No! No!-valgame dios-im-
possible! You we're my guest and
cannot accept your money"
| knew by the earnestness in his
voice that my money would not be ac-
cepted. SO going into the cabin as
though | had forgotten something, |
threw the two dollars on the bedding.
around the corner of the hills.
The End of the Story.
Four days later Floyd Gibbons Of
the Chicago Tribune and | were rid
ing from Brownsville TO Harlingen
where Col R. L. Bullard. commanding
the American troops along the Rio
Grande. was stationed. We stopped at
farmhouse on the way to get a
drink of water. An old American
rancher. whom we knew. met US at
the gate.
Are you the fellers looking out for
news?" he queried.
Yep" answered Gibbons. We are
going over to see Colonel Bullard"
That's fine." answered the man at
the gate. You can give him a mes
sage from me. Tell him that | killed
one of the greaser bandits last night"
rs that so?" commented Gibbons,
Did he attack your"
Nope"
WAS he armed?"
Nope. But | caught him running
off with two of my chickens and a
bag of corn. He said that he was
hungry and was taking the stuff to
fis wife. but they all pull that kind
of stun around here. They put sor.
rowful tale when you catch them. and
if you turn around they will knife you
in the back"
"Humph." said Gibbons. WIN YOU
let us see him?'
Sure" invited the old farmer
Come right along" and he led the
way to clump Of mesquite beyond
his chicken coop.
There is the old devil" he pointed
to the pathetic figure of small Mex.
lean huddled there on the ground
stone dead.
kicked him over with my foot and
beneath the clots Of blood which were
plastered on his once pleasant face
recognized Ramon.