Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-06-24
By PETER B. KYNE

Who has wOnW a voice called. and
another. evidently a humorist and q
shrewd judge of human nature, re-
piled: why ask foolish questions
The rebels. of course. That fellows
Irish and the Irish are born rebels
Look at the scoundrel. He's black
with gun grease and burned powder
where he isn't red with blood. The
butcher p
"Faugh-a-baIlagh - he shrieked.
We've got the divils cornered now.
Twill be over two hours hince."
Don Juan tied up the launch at
the gangway and leaped up the lad
der. three steps at a time. GLORY be
to God" he painted and hurled him
self into Webster's arms 81 was in
It'll ! was. got back in time to catch
up Wit the lads at the warehouse an
they were the fine, fghtin' devils, I'll
gamble you. Och, twas a grand bit
av a fight-whilst it lasted. They put
me In the motor thruck, loadin' the
belts wit cartridges as fast as the
gunners emptied thin, but faith they
couldn't keep me there. | got into the
heart av the scrimmage in the yard
av the arsenal an faith twas well for
ard bring us early news. Suppose
you'd been killed? Who would have
come for US then? Didn't l tell you
we had a dinner engagement in the
palace?"
ME on the fringes av a fght?"
sputtered Don Juan, amazed and out
ragged. Take shame for yerself, sor.
There was niver the likes av me hung
around the fringes av a fight, an well
We know it."
I'm amazed that you even remem-
bered your instructions" Webster
rasped at him.
"Sure, our division had craned up
nicely an I had nothin' else to do
that little Docthor Pacheco 1 did.
Twas wurrk to me likin'. I'd a ma
chete-"
You bloodthirsty scoundrell" Web
ster shook the war-mad son of Erin.
Il told you not to mix In it, but to
hang around on the fringe of the fight,
God bless ye They were besiegin'
the palace whin l left, an small
chance av takin' IT for a couple av
hours; what fightin' there was on the
outside was street shootin'-an' not
to me likin'."
as it quite safe to bring Miss Ruey
ashore. John?"
"Tis safe enough at the Hotel Ma
teo. We have the city for half
mile beyant, in the rear av them-an
they're not fightin' to get to the bay.
The guards an some ay the Fifteenth
infantry reginlint are in the palace
an the Quartet close by. Sn' thin
that we failed TO get in the arsenal
have fined thin. But the bulk av the
Sarros army is thryin' TO break
trough to the south an west. to get
to the hills. Dye mind the spur
thrack that runs in a semi-circle
around the city? Well, thin. the reb-
els are behlnt the embankmiLt. takin'
II aisy. Have no worry, sor. Whin
we've took the palace We'll move on
an dhrive the vagabones from behint
I'D to that railroad embankmint, where
Gineral Ruey can bid them the time
av day."
Webster turned 10 Dolores. do you
wish to go ashore?"
She nodded. her flashing eyes bent
in admiration upon the CORY, grimy
Don Juan Cafetero. for she was half
Irish, and In that amazing meeting
she knew the outcast for one of her
blood. 81 think my brother will sleep
in his fathers old room tonight" she |
softly. "And would s'eep |
in mine"
They followed Don Juan down the |
gangway to the launch and sped back
TO the city. The door Of Leber's ware
house stood wide open; within was a
litter of greasy rags and broken
packing cases, with Leber. quite mys-
tilted. sitting on a keg of nails and |
staring curiously at 1t all.
Guided by Don Juan Cafetero, Web |
ster and Dolores passed on up the
Gale San Rosario. Occasionally 4
bullet. fired two or three miles to the
west. droned lazily overhead or
dropped with a sharp metallic sound
On the corrugated-iron roofs of a
building. At the hotel the proprietor
,lone was in evidence, seated behind
he desk smoking in profound indif-
ference.
In response. 10 Webster's eager in
luiries for the latest news from the
'ront. the placid fellow shrugged and
"Quien sabe?" Evidently
'or him such stirring scenes had long
since lost their novelty; the bloom
vas off the peach. as 1t were.
webster went upstairs and helped
himself to another automatic and sew
raj spare clips of shells which he
lad left ia his trunk. On his return :