The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1916-03-30

~ SO tet, i iSs IS A, T s. y - :
where old Urique keeps his stun. IT,
United States currency, too; he don>
accept anything else. What's doing
Don't say nothing this time"
why, sure" said the Kid, admirina
his diamond, there's plenty Of money
up there. I'm no judge Of collateral
In lunches, but will undertake for ia
say that I've seen the rise of $4,000 al
time In that tin grub box that my
adopted father calls bis 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."
well, what are you waiting for?'
asked Tbacker angrily. Don't you
forget that can upset your apple cart
any day 1 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 frog that
mad been stepped on and give you
ABOUT fifty sticks ut every corner of
the plaza. And they'd wear every
stick out too. What was left of you
they'd feed to alligators."
II 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, rattling the bottom of his ploss 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 1t. Well let Colonel Uriuue
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 cheerfullv
Throw you down. That's it. And
now I'll tell you why. The first night
was up ut the coloners house they
introduced me to bedroom. No blon.
kets on the foor-a real room, with ),
bed and things In 1t. And before T
was asleep I'm comes this artificial
mother or mine and tucks in the COW
ers. Fanchito,' she says, my little
lost one, God has brought you back to
me. l bless his name forever 1t was
that or some truck like that she said
And down comes a drop or two OF
rain and hits me on the nose. And
all that stuck by me, Mr. Thacker
ana It's been that way ever since. And
It's got to stay that way. Don't Won
thlnk that It's for what's in 1t for me-
either, that say so. If you have anv
such IDEAS keep 'em to yourself
haven't had much truck with women IN
my Ire and no mothers to speak of,
out heres 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 Il
10 the end. And. now. don't forget that
I'm Don Francisco Urique whenever
you happen to mention my name"
III expose you today, you-you dou.
Die dyed traitor" stammered Thacker
The Kid arose and without violence
took Thacker by the throat with q
mana or steel and showed him slowly
into corner. Then he drew from un.
der his left arm his pearl handled Al
and poked the cold muzzle Of It against
the consul's mouth.
told you why l come here" he
said, with his old freezing smile. "If
l leave here you'll be the reason New.
er forget 1t. pardner. Now, what is
my name?"
"Er-DOn Francisco UrIouer" posned
Thacker.
From outside came a sound of
wheels and the shouting Of some one
and the sharp thwacks of a 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.
er and held up his left hand with its
back toward the consul.
There's one more reason" he said
slowly, why things have got to stand
as they are. The fellow l killed in
Laredo had one of them same pictures
on his left hand"
Outside the ancient landau Of Don
Santos Urique ratified to the door. The
coachman ceased his believing. Sonora
urique, In a voluminous gay gown OF
white lace and flying ribbons leaned
forward with happy look in her great
soft eyes.
Are you within. dear SOM" she call.
ed In the rippling Castilian.
Madre mia. yo vengo (mother, !
GOMEZ" answered the young Don Fran.