The Dolores star., 1916-03-31

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-Dost thou know Who il I'm the
eityf" she asked. thine enemy and
mine, Ricardo! He struck me, and I
was senseless. But when mine eyes
opened. arose and went In search of
him. took the long. slender machete
with the handle Of pearl. but ! found
him not There was . woman with
him
YES" said Pedro. my mother"
| Then thou. too. hast seen him!
Where?" she asked eagerly. And
with thy mother? Surely you are
mad!"
mot mad. only bewildered and
frightened" he answered. Il know
where they are. but not for what pur.
pose! I shall tell thee all that I have
seen. but not now. Can't you hear the
others saying that my benefactor has
vanished? Before anything else we
must find and help him. II need be-"
Where are Ricardo and thy mother?'
asked Nita. her eyes fixed upon Pc
dro's. and her hand closed tightly
upon some object that was hidden
among the bundled shawls and scarfs
about her waist. Pedro's eye followed
the movement
Tt Is very far from here, oh, ancient
LADY," he He'd glibly. "and I shall not
tell you where until I return. Then
we shall attend to your little matter.
and shall see why and how my
mother comes In such company. MY
mother!" he turned away and sighed.
Il had forgotten how l loved her!" he
said as though to himself. Then he
picked up the pole and chain. and sig.
nailed to Beau-Jean that he was ready.
Mia arose to her feet
Where Is the murderer. the &C.
Queer Of my daughter" she screamed.
Where Is Ricardo?"
AT the other end Of the CITY," said
Pedro. Come quickly. Beau-Jean."
And with that they were OF. leaving
Nita screeching imprecations at them
from the stair-head. in the most
healthy manner. AS they reached the
street Beau-Jean asked:
What is all this murder business
Of which Nita talks? Couldn't we man.
age to avenge her, when we have
found Samhill"
Perhaps" said Pedro soberly, for
this man. Ricardo Valdez, is a very
wicked man. He used to live near
my home. Nita was my nurse, once,
and her daughter was my foster-sister.
WhenS6he was only fifteen Ricardo
stole her away. Then he deserted her,
and when she came back to US she
killed herself and her baby. Ever
since Nita has been looking for him,
to avenge her child. But she Is 80
old now, that I think we had best not
let her do it. I am sure she would
really prefer dying with US, to dying
in Jail"
Il agree" said Beau-Jean.
And now which way shall We
turn7 ?" said Pedro.
AS the bear came from the river,
let Us to the river co." suggested
Beau,Jean.
"A good notion" said Pedro, land
as likely to prove fruitful as any"
More likely uptown than down.
from here" said Beau-Jean. and again
Pedro assented.
And 30, in accordance with the plan,
II plan 1t could be properly called, they
made their way westward. straight
toward the docks. and. once reaching
them. began a pilgrimage uptown.
Mr.. Jones now began acting in a
most peculiar manner. Something on
the sidewalk had attracted his atten-
ton. and nothing could divert him
until he had made a thorough inspec-
ton. To Beau-Jean and to Pedro
there appeared to be nothing on the
pavement but q good deal Of dirt and
refuse; but one particular spot seemed
to have fascinated Mr.. Jones. and
there was nothing for 1t but to stand
waiting while he nosed about.
Shall l chasten him?" asked Beau
Jean, who was accustomed to using
this method with Koko.
mo, certainly not" said Pedro, IT
believe he's been here before Per.
haps he recognizes something. Let us
watch!"
correct one, for Mr.. Jones had recog-
nized-honey! Very shortly he raised
his head, found the see nd came
upon a second spot of iut- st. How
delightful!-this was the neighbor-
hood in which he had found that nice
hive where there were no bees to
sting, and where the honey was so
plentiful! He really had not taken
half of 1t last time! And here were
his own footsteps, his sticky, honey
made footprints, which would help
him to ind the treasure again. Thus
1t happened that in time they reached
the doorway Of the little dairy. which
Mr.. Jones recognised with a joyful
bouRd. and a sort of purr, which
brought the dairyman (who had spied
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