Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1921-02-11


Don Juan that in a fit of pique he
spurnad his father-in-law 1--WE must
call Esteban something and so why
split hairs?) under the tails of his
camisa, with such vigor as to sever
forever the friendly relations hither-
to existing between the families Mrs
Cafferty (again we transgress, but
what of lt?) subsequently passed away
in child birth, and no sooner had she
been decently buried than Don Juan
took a week off to drown his sorrows.
In this condition he had encOun-
tered Esteban Manuel Enrique Jose
Maria PasQual y Miramontes ami
called him out of his name. In the
alteration that ensued Esteban, fully
convinced that he had received the
nub end Of the transaction from start
to finish, cut Don Juan severely; Don
Juan had thereupOn slain ESteban
with a .44-Caliber revolver and upon
emerging from the railroad hospital
month later had been tried by a So
brantean magistrate and fined the sum
Of $4,000, legal tender of the republic
Of SObrante OF course, he had paid
it off within six months from his
wages as section boss, but the mem
Ory of the injustice always ranked
him. and gradually he moved down the
scale Of society from section boss to
day laborer, day laborer to tropical
tramp. and tropical tramp to beach
comber, in which latter state he had
now existed for several months.
To return to Mother jerks
Before Don Juan could even utter a
matutinal greeting, Mother jerks laid
finger to lip and silenCed him. "Go
back to Leber's and return in an hour,
she whispered. 81 ave my reasons for
wantin that bloOmin' cablegram de-
llvered later
Don Juan hadn't the least idea what
Mother jerks reasons might be, but
he presumed she was up to some Chi
canery. and 50 he winked his blood
shot eye very knowingly and nodded
his acquieScence in the program.
When he had gone, Mother jerks
went behind the bar and fortified her
self with her mornings morning
which rite having been performed, her
sleep-benumbed brain livened up i'm
mediately
Cords truth" the lady murmured
AN me about to turn him adrift for
the lawst fortnight! Well for i'm e
alters hadmired the picture o my
sainted Emery. as was the Spittin' i'm
age of his own fawther EyingS .
ELS bells But that was a bit of a
tight squeak Just as I'm fully con
WINGED e's beat it an I'm left 'oldin'
the sack. all along o my kindness Of
cart, e gets the cablegram 'e'S been
lookin' for this two months past an 2
alters claimed as ow any time e got
A cablegram it'd be an answer to is
letter. with money to folIer. AIy word,
| Dul llldl Wis l"'ANli an 6O
Still cOngratulating herself upon her
good fortune in intercepting Don Juan
CafeterO Mother jerks proceeded up
stairs to her chamber, clothed her
self, and adjourned to the kitchen.
| After giving orders for an extra Spe-
cia breakfast for two, Mother jerks
returned to her cantina, and formally
opened the same for the business of
that day and night.
To her came presently, via the tiled
hallway, the object of her sOlicitude'
young man on the sunny side OF
thirty. He was thin for one of his
height and breadth of chest; in color
his cOuntenance resembled that of a
sick Chinaman His hair was thick
and wavy. but lusteress; his dark
blue eyes carried hint of jaundiCe
and a generous mouth, beneath an
equally generous upper lip, gave am
pie ground for the suspicion that while
Mr.. William Geary's speech denoted
him an American citizen, at least one
of his maternal ancestors had been
wooed and won by an Irishman An
Old Panama hat, sad relic of a pros
porous past, pair of soiled buck skin
pumps, suit of unbleached linen
equally befouled, and last but not
least. the remnants Of smile that
much hard luck could never quite OBJ
literate. completed his attire-and to
one stranger in the tropics would
appear to constitute complete inyen
tory of Mr.. Geary's possessions.
"Dulce cOrazon mic, | extend a
greeting" he called at the entrance
81 trust you rested we'll last night
Mother jerks and that no evil dreams
were born of your midnight repast OF
friioles refritos, marmalade, and arr
an -arfw
Chop yer spoofn', Willie Mother
jerks simpered. MY heye! So I'm
yer sweetheart, Ell? Yer wheedlin
Brighter, maxim love to a girl as Is ole
enough to be yer MOTHER
"a woman" Mr. Geary retorteC
sagely and not a whit abashed, lis a
the apex of her feminine charms a
thirty-seven"