Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-07-01

| or ire Wnen the guards made their
dash from the palace. brought Web
ster and Don Juan to mind instantly.
In quick access of terror and appre-
hension she chung, trembling, to stolidl
old Mother jerks.
Somebody's breakin' IN or breakIn'
out" the veteran decided calmly.
Come to the corner. dearie, an ave
look"
She half dragged Dolores to the cor
ner, from which they had an unob-
structed view down the cros9-street
to its intersection three blocks dictant
with the Gale San Rosario; conse-
quently they saw the dozen or nore
survivors of that Inflated dash rom
the north gate of the palace fash for
a second across their line of vision.
Mother jerks croaked dismally, ike
a disreputable old raven; sac was try
ing TO cheer.
"The rats are leavin' the silkIn'
ship" she wheezed. Come an see
them tyke the devils as killed my
sainted Emery" She broke eagerly
from Dolores OBTAINING grasp and ran
down the street. Dolores hesitate6 a
moment; then, reasoning that her duty
lay in pursuing Mother jerks and
preventing her from rushing headlong
into the conflict, she followed.
Evidently the fleeing guards had
scurried around corner into cross
street shortly after Dolores and Moth
e. jerks had seen them gallop past,
| for the firing down the Gale San Ro-
sario had ceased entirely by the time
they reached it. They stood moment
at the corner, gazing up the street at
the dead-man and beast-with the
wounded crawling out of the shambles
to the sidewalk.
Mother jerks nodded approvingIy as
triumphant shouts from the north gate
told her the Ruey men were pouring
into the palace; with their arms about
each other the two women watched
and waited-and presently the nation
al flag on the palace came fluttering
down from its staff, to be raised again
with the red banner of revolution f1ut-
tering above it, the insignia of ma
ton reborn.
My lamb" Mother jerks said soft
ly to Dolores, 'the war is over. Wot's
the matter with goin' in the south rate
an wytin' on the palace steps for the
provisional president TO make his
grand ountray? If we ESTATE FIVE
minutes they'll have a bloomin' guard
on both gates. arskin' US 90 we are
an wot we want"
"But Mr.. Webster will come back
to that back street looking for me;
1 must go back and wait there for
him"
"Wyte, nothinkI" Mother jerks
overruled the girls protest roughly.
"'E'll ave gone into the palace with
the crowd for look-see; we'll eet
i'm there an syve i'm the trouble O
'untin' for us. Comet" And she half
dragged the shrinking girl toward the
gate, a block distant, where only
few minutes before Webster and Don
Juan Cafetero had made their inef-
fectual stand.
Don't look at the blighters, honey"
Mother jerks warned Dolores when,
in approaching the gate, she caught
sight of the bodies strewed in front
of it. My word Regular bally mess
an all spiggotiesl Cawn't be. Must
ave been some white meat on this |
bird, as my sainted Emery ulster s'y. |
Hail Thought sol There's a red
headed uni Gawd's truth An e
done all that-Gor' strike me pink
IFS Don Iuan CafeterO"
Mother Jenks stepped over the CORY |
corpses ringed around Don Juan md
knelt beside him. Don Juani" sic |
cried. You bally, interferin' blighter,
you've gone an got 1t
She ran her strong old arms under
his dripping body, lifted him and laid
his red head on her knee, while with
her free hand she drew a small flask
of brandy from her dress pocket.
Don Juan opened his buttermilk
eyes and guzed up at her with slow
ly dawning wonder, then closed them
again. drowsily, like a tired child.
Mother jerks pressed the flask to his
blue lips; as the brandy bit his tongue
be rolled his fiery head in feeble pro-
test and weakly set his teeth against
the lip of the flask. Wondering,
Mother jerks withdrew it-and then
Don Juan spoke.
Have We the masthcr's permission,
Igive him me word av hon
-tlll-he-give-
permission. He-was good-to ne
roth he od--love-me-boss
His jaw dropped loosely; his lead
oiled sideways; but ere his spirit
led. Don Juan Cafetero had justified {
he faith of his master. He had Fept
lis word of honQy. He had made
,ocd on his brag to die for John Stu
rt Webster and welcome the chance
dother jerks held his body a little {
While. gazing into the face no longer
ubicund; then gently she eased 1t to {
he ground and for the first time vas {
ware that Dolores knelt in the dirt [
pposite TO her striving to lift the q
odv unOn which Don Juan had been r