Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1916-03-16
where old Urioue keeps his stuff. It's

where old Unique keeps his stuff. It's
United States currency, too; he don't
accept anything else. What's doing?
Don't say nothing this time
why, sure" said the Kid, admiring
his diamond, there's plenty of money
up there. I'm no judge of collateral
in punches, but will undertake for to
say that I've seen the rise of $4,000 at
time in that tin grub box that my
adopted father calls his safe. And he
lets me carry the key sometimes just
to show me that he knows I'm the real
little Francisco that strayed from the
herd long time ago"
We'll, what are you waiting for?''
asked Thacker angrily. Don't you
forget that l can upset your apple cart
any day l want to. If old Urique knew
you were an impoStor, what sort of
things would happen to you? Oh, you
don't know this country, Mr.. Texas
Kid. The laws here have got mustard
spread between 'em. These people
here'd stretch you out like a frog that
LOU OCCh oCCpRCo vi dl1u give yOu
about fifty sticks at every corner of
the plaza. And they'd wear every
stick out too. What was left of you
they'd feed to alligators.'
Il might as well tell you now, pard-
ner,' said the Kid, sliding down low
on his steamer chair, that things are
going to stay just as they are. They're
about right now
What do you mean?' asked Thack-
er, rafting the bottom Of his glass on
his desk.
'"The schemes off," said the Kid.
And whenever you have the pleasure
of speaking to me address me as Don
Francisco Urique. I'll guarantee I'll
answer to it. Well let Colonel Unique
keep his money His little tin safe is
! as good as the time locker in the First
National bank Of Laredo as far as you
and me are concerned"
You're going to throw me down,
then, are you?" said the consul.
! Sure" said the Kid cheerfully.
Throw you down. That's it. And
now I'll tell you why. The first night
:
introduced me to bedroom No blan-
kets on the foor-a real room, with a
| bed and things in it. And before I
was asleep in comes this artificial
mother of mine and tucks in the COW
ers. 'Panchito,' she says, my little
lost one, God has brought you back to
me- | bless his name forever 1t was
j hot he
! And down comes drop Or two of
rain and hits me on the nose. And
all that stuck by me, Mr.. Thacker.
And it's been that way ever since. And
it's got to stay that way. Don't you
| think that it's for what's in it for me,
either, that say so. If you have any
such ideas keep 'em to yourself. 1
haven't had much truck with women in
my life and no mothers to speak of,
! but here's lady that we've got to
| keep fooled. Once she stood it; twice
! she won't. I'm low down Wolf and
! the devil may have sent me on this
trail instead of God, but I'll travel it
to the end And, now, don't forget that
Pm Don Francisco Uriquc whenever
, y
! "rll expose you today, you-you dou-
bic dyed traitor" stammered Thacker.
The Kid arose and without violence
took Thacker by the throat with a
hand of steel and showed him slowly
into corner Then he drew from I'M
der his left arm his pearl handled .45
and pOked the cold muZzle Of it against
the consuls mouth
II told you why | come here he
said, with his old freezing smile IF
l leave here you'll be the reason. New
err forget it, pardner. Now, what is
my name?
"Er-Don Francisco Uriquew gasped
Thacker.
From outside came a sound of
wheels and the shouting of some one
and the sharp thwacks Of wooden
whipstock upon the backs of fat
horses.
The Kid put up his gun and walked
, toward the door. But he turned again
and came back to the trembling Thack-
err and held up his left hand with it's
back toward the consul
There's one more reason he said
slowly, "why things have got to stand
as they are. The fellow 1 killed in
Laredo had one of them same pictures
on his left hand"
Outside the ancient landau of Don
Santos Unique ratified to the door. The
coachman ceased his believing. Sonora
THRONE in q vOluminOuS CAV gown of
white lace and flying ribbons, leaned
forward with a happy look in her great
soft eyes.
care you within, dear SOM" she call
ed in the ripping Castilian.
"Madre mia, 20 vengo (mother, I
GOMEZ" answered the young Don Fran
cisco Unique.