Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1917-06-22
CHAPTER il-continued.

"Bloodhounds amt any good, outside
of novels. If beef got scarce, them
Greasers would steal the dogs and eat
EN-" He added, meditatively, '"Dog
amt such bad eatin', either"
"Have you tried it?"
Mr.. Law nodded.
did you join the Maderistas for ex-
citement?"
mostly. Then, too, believed Pan
chito Madero was honest and would
give the poems land. An honest Mexi-
can is worth fightin" for, anywhere.
The pelados are still struggling for
their land-for that and a chance to
live and work and be happy"
Mrs. Austin stirred impatiently.
'HThey are fighting because they, are
told to fight. There is no patriotism
In them," said she.
''I think" he said, with grave delib-
erateness, ''the majority feel something
big and vague and powerful stirring
inside them. They don't know exactly
what it is, perhaps, but it is there.
Mexico has outgrOwn her dictatOrs.
They have been overthrown by the
same causes that brought on the
French Revolution"
'The French Revolution! Alaire
leaned forward, eying the speaker with
startled intensity. ''What do you know
about the French Revolution?"
Reaching for a coal, the Ranger
spoke without facing her. "Tve read a
good bit, ma'am, and I'm a noble
listener. remember good, too. Why, /
had a picture Of the Bastille once"
He pronounced 1t "Bastilly," and his
hearer settled back. "That was some
calaboose, now. wasn't it?" A moment
later he inquired, ingenuously, 81 don't
suppose you ever saw that Bastille,
did your"
''No. Only the place where it stood"
"Sho'! You must have travelled right
smart for such a young lady" He
beamed amiably upon her.
There was something winning about
this young mans modesty, and some
thing f1attering in his respectful admit
ration. He seemed, also, to know his
UAdCCs a 1dNL WAlSA Was CNCA lAOA . al
his favor. Undoubtedly he had force
and ability; probably his love of adj
venture and happy lack of settled
purpose had led him to neglect his
more commonplace opportunities and
sent him into the Ranger service. This
man had been denied what she termed
education; therefore she decided to
put one in his way.
do you like to read? she asked
him.
"Sayl It's my favorite form Of ex-
ercise." Laws blue-gray eyes were ex-
pression1ess, his face was bland.
"Why?"
ST have great many books at Las
Palmas. You might enjoy some of
them"
Nov that's nice Of you, ma'am.
Mebbe I'll look into this cattle-stealin'
in your neighborhood, and If I do I'll
sure come borrowin'."
"Oh, I'll send you a boxful when /
get back" said Alaire, and Dave
thanked her humbly.
Later, when he went to move his
mare into a shady spot, the Ranger
chuckIed and slapped his thigh with
his hat. "Bessie Belle, we're going to
Improve our minds" he said aloud.
Were going to be literary and read
Pilgrims Progress and Alice in
Wonderland I bet we'll enjoy 'em,
Ell? But-doggone! She's nice lady,
and your coat is just the same color
as her hair"
Where the shade was dersest and
the breeze played most freely, there
Dave fixed comfortable couch for his
guest, and during the heat Of the fore
moon she dozed. But one cannot sleep
well with a tropic sun N the heavens,
and since there was really nothing for
her to do until the heat abated, Alaire,
when she awoke. obliged the Ranger
TO amuse her.
AS the morning progressed Law
proved himself an interesting compan-
ion, and in spite of the discomforts of
the situation the hours slipped rap
Idly. Luncheon was a disagreeable
meal, eaten while the arroyo baked
and the heat devils danced on the
hills; but the unpleasantness was of
brief duration, and Law always man.
aged to Danish boredom. Nor did he
seem to waste thought upon the ma
ture of thar grim business which
brought him to this place. Quite the
contrary, in the afternoon he put his
mare through her tricks for Alaire's
edification, and gcssiped idly of what
ever interested his guest.
Then as the sun edged to the west
and Mrs. Austin became restless, he
9addled Bessie Belle and led her down
the gulch into a safer covert. Return
ang, he carefully ohLtterated all traces