Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1918-09-11
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Nemesis
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BY Mary Clark

Ter weight from one three legged bal
ance 10 another. There was no room
To lie down. and the warm stencil Of
aukle-deep manure could not rise al
far IS the small opening where, occat-
i0nalsy penetrated a fhckerns BEAM
from The arc light at the corner.
The days work had been hard. and
supper inadequate; in her dreams
there came the taste Of q carrot, sue
culenr. crunchy. tender but solid, 4
carrot such as the little Roy used 10
give her-the little bov who lived on
The long hard pavement and the many
car tracks That was in the days when
Estevan and she had carried fruit and
vegetables in the old cart and pleas
antly had stopped before many houses,
often three and four times IN block.
BY her association memory che only
memory psychologists allow her k.ndJ
Ehe recognized that street whenever
she crossed it in her journeys
Street of the Carrots.
But, latterly they carried other
things in the cart, heavy jancly things.
queer knobby sicks thai ESteran gath.
cred hastily. few at time, at
strange hours, in quiet places. In
night journeys to dark alleys and
courtyards, the loads were transferred
to other Mexlcans, who counted small
Jinsling pieces into Estevan's ready
palm. Nowadays there were no car
tots, no rest under spreading cotton.
woods and chinaberries. With Eetev
an there never had been anythjn. 10
associate but work aud blows. Such
is life-far too little dirty water from
3 dirty pail, roushage for food, with,
now and then, grudging heap Of
cheapest grain; CALLING harness.
filthy stall; worh-never ending work,
2 child and carrot the only memory
OF a kindness,
Fl Paso she knew, not ss you know
tits mountain vistas, its blocks Of
substantial homes and pleasant bur-
salows. but as her half starved rick
ETY. old frame knew it. hard, paved
streets that hurt her feet; dreadful
unpayed ones where she stumbled In
the ruts and mud or choked with dust,
the mountain winds OF winter; the
wicked summer gusts, that gather up
adjacent Mexico and blow it TO the
Mesa, only few days later to resume
the burden and with il madly assai
Mt Franklin; the cruel summer heat
when afternoon long, Estevan dozed
in the cool 'dobe, while she stood IN
the pitless glare. harnessed and help
less, enyious OF the paltry. Tapping
shadow cast by the red rag that float
ed over the abarrotera, telling, though
she neither knew nor cared, that carns
fresh carnc, was for sale that day. And
heat, glare, red rag, dreadful streets
Of Chihuahua. their memory associa.
ton was-flies. millions. billions,
black, busy, buzzing biting flies.
Now, even in her sleep, she heard
them,
Disturbed in their myriad sleep. the
lilies buzzed nightly. Es'evan's
heavy slap fell on her shoulder, and
in the starry darkness he hustled her
out OF the stall and into harness. Past
dark rows of dobes and one storied
3hops-iog-j jolt-jolt over rough
tracks where the shriehing engines
ran, a smothered "Spero" brought the
Little White Mare to an obeLient halt
in the black shadow Of freight car.
Men waited there for EStevan,
there were signs OF whispers. What
business of hers She lowered het
head 10 nose a pile Of sacks; one was
torn; cautiously she smelled then lick
Cd It, Heavenly. a substance rough
like salt that turned magically on
ones tongue TO smooth, slippery. inef-
fable sweetness, Sugar it was, a car
load, sent from dangerous Mexico to
the safety OF these United States
In the deep shadow, the thieves skill.
fully shifted the sacks from the car to
Esteyan, who swung them into his
cart.
Something smss, The men mutter'
ed 10 each other, crouched, dropped
from cart TO car, disappeared in the
black beyond. lndustriously the Little
White Mare nuzzled the torn burlap,
into whose folds the delightful fodder
was recodding.
Dazzling lighting men--the other
kind of men than Estevan-every
/ wherein the Cart--around it-at her
head
"Vamoosed! Heel take it," was the
verdict
"And will YOU look who's here, "
cried the biggest, turning his torch on
/ the laden cart. Lord love you, it's a
haul for a packard truck They sure
got this Old bone bag anchored Must
4 be ton or two on that wagon. Well,
men, shift most OF this to the patrol,
seal the car, and run in this outfit "a
evidence"
The little White Mare stood at ease,
contented warm and sleepy. while TIE
big man at her head rubbed back OF
her ear in delightful and unaccus
toned way.
The patrol whirled away.
"All right, Bourke," they called you
can escort the corpse
Look out for the speed-cop bo It's
four blocks to the boneyard,"
Bourke swung Alto the drivers seat