Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-04-22

the consul's Mouth.
the back room here. do my own
cooking, and Ill make you as com
Portable as a parsimonlous government
will allow me-"
Thacker had set the time at a week,
but it was two weeks before the de-
sign that he patiently tattooed upon
the Kids hand was to his notion. And
then Thacker called a muchachO and
dispatched this note to the intended
victim:
FL senor Don Santos Urlque, La Casa
Blanca:
My Dear Sr-I beg permission to in
form you that there is in my house as
temporary guest a young man who ar
rived In Buends. Tierras from the United
States some days ago Without wishing
to excite any hopes that may not be real
lied ! think there Is a possibility Of his
being your long absent son. 1t might be
well for you to call and see him. If he is,
1t is my opinion that his intention was
to return to his home, but upon arriving
here his courage failed him from doubts
as TO how he would be received. Your
trae servant,
THOMPSON THACKER.
Half an hour afterward, quick time
for Buenas Tierras, Senor Uriques an
cient landau drove to the consul's door,
with the barefooted coachman beating
and shouting at the team of fat, awk-
ward horses,
A tall man with a white mustache
alighted and assisted to the ground a
lady who was dressed and yelled in
unrelleyed black.
The two FASTENED inside and were
met by Thacker with his best diplo
matte bow BY his desk stood n slen
der young man with clear cut, sun
Drowned features and smoothly brush
ed black hair.
Sonora UriQue threw back her heavy
veil with quick gesture. She was
past middle age, and her hair was be-
ginning to silver but her full, proud
figure and clear olive skin retained
traces Of the beauty peculiar to the
Basque province But, once you had
seen her eyes and comprehended the
great sadness that was revealed in
their deep shadows and hopeless ex'
preston, you saw that the woman
lived only In some memory.
She bent upon the young man long
look Of the most agonlzed questioning;
then her great black eyes turned, and
her gaze rested upon his left hand.
and then with a sob not loud, but
seeming to shake the room, she cried,
"Hiio mloW ana caught the Llano Kid
to her heart
A month afterward the Kid came to
the consulate in response to message
sent by Thacker
He looked the young Spanish cabal
lero. His clothes were imported. and
the wiles Of the jewelers. had not been
spent upon him IN vain. A more than
respectable diamond shone on his fin.
ger us he rolled a shuck cigarette,
| whats dolngg" asked Thacker.
Nothing much,' said the Kid calm
ly. 81 eat my first iguana steak today
! I NNN ~ AuNlh hlA llaaAh1 y NN ohhNs .
reckon, though, that friloles and sida
bacon would do me about MS we'll De
you care for iguanas Thacker?'
"No, nor for some other Kinds of rep
tlles,' said Thacker.
1t was In the afternoon and In
another hoU he would he In his stat,
| of beattude.
ITS time you were making good
sonny" he went on, with an ugly look
on his rcddeued face. You're not play.
! Ing up to ME square. You've been tn,
prodigal son for four weeks now. and
you could have had veal for every
meal ON gold dish Il you'd wanted it
Now, Mr. Kid do you think It's right
to leave me ont so long ON husk diet
What's the trouble? Don't you get
your lllal eyes ON anything that looks
like cash IN the Casa Blanca Don't
tell me you don't Everybody knows