The L'Anse sentinel., 1921-04-01

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Webster went upstairs and helped
himself to another automatic and sew
eral spare clips of shells which he
had left In his trunk. On his return
to the lobby, Dolores saw what a
very nearsighted person, indeed, would
have seen-to wit: that he was not
| pleased to remain In the hotel and
with the spirit Of adventure strong
within him was desirous Of progress
ing still farther toward the firing, in
the hope Of elicitIng some favorable
news as to the progress Of the fight.
She realized. however, that he would
do his duty and remain with her In
the hotel; SO she said gayly:
Suppose we walk out little far
ther. Caliph. Many Of the side streets
will be as safe and peaceful as one
could desire, and II warfare should
develop in our vicinity we can step In
to some house."
IT do not like to have you run the
slightest risk" he began, but she
pooh-poohed him into silence, took
him by the arm with a great air OF
camaraderie. and declared they should
| 60 forth to adventure-but cautiously.
Webster glanced at Don Juan. ave
| can 60 half or three quarters av a
mile out the Gale San Rosario, sor,"
the Irishman answered. "After that
twill not be pleasant sight for the
young leddy-an' there may be some
shootin'. Squads av the governmint
| throops took refuge In the houses an
took to snlpin'. Twill be shlow wurrk
roundin' the last av thin up. Even
| afther the fight is over, therell be
scatterin' shootin' scrapes all av the
night long. I'm thinkin'."
AT the slightest danger Wen turn
back" Webster announced, and with
Don Juan Cafetero scouting the way
block In advance they progressed
| slowly toward the center of the dis
| turbance.
| Soon they passed a horse dead In
the middle Of the street; little far
ther on one of the machine-gun
company, lank Texan, sat on
the curb rolling cigarette with his
left hand. He had bullet through
his right shoulder and another through
the calf of his leg and had received no
first aid attention; the flies were both
ering him considerably and he was
cursing softly and fuently, like the ex-
mule-skinner he was. n
| Farther on another white invader
lay face down in the gutter; for him
the fight had ended almost ere 1t had
begun. In the next block half doz-
en- sandal-footed Sobranteans, In the
blue and red-trimmed uniform Of the
Guardia Civil, lay sprawled In uncouth
attitudes, where the first blast of a
machine gun had caught them as they
rushed out of the police station to re-
pei the advancing mercenaries.
Seeing that the main street Of the
city would assume even more grisly
aspect the longer they followed 1t, Don
Juan led Webster and Dolores cou-
pie Of blocks down a cross street and
turned out into the Gale de Herman
dez, parallel to the Gale San Rosario.
There had been no shooting in this
street, apparently; as they proceeded
not even a stray bullet whined down
the silent calle.
Four blocks from the government
palace they found the harrow side
walks of this quiet street lined with
wounded from both sides. with doc
tor and half dozen Of Ricardo's hired
fighters ministering to them; as they
threaded their way between the recum-
bent figures they came upon Mother
jerks, brandy bottle and glass in hand.
"doing her bit"
"Hah! So here you are, my lamb"
she greeted Dolores. "Right-o. Just
where yer ought to be, Cor bless yer
sweet face. Let these poor misfor-
tunate lads see that the sister o. the
new president amt too proud ~ care
for 'em. Ere, lass. old up the 'ead
q this young cockerel with the ole In
is neck. Ere, lad. Tyke brace now
'Ere's some O. your own people, not a
lot O. bloomin' yeller bellies, come to
put something else in yer 1eck-some-
think thatTl stimulate yer"
The 'young cockerel," blond youth
Of scarce 20 summers, twistedNhis head
and grinned up at Dolores as she knelt
beside him to lift him up. Here, here,
sister," he mumbled. you'll get that
white dress dirty. Never mind me. It's
just a flesh wound, only my neck has
got stiff and I'm weak from loss of
blood"
Mother jerks winked at Webster as
she set glass Of brandy to the strick-
en- adventurer's lips. "Give me bit
o. the white meat, as my sainted En-
cry used to s'y." she murmured COM
ically.
Dolores looked up at Webster. 'T'l
stay here" she said simply. I've found
a Job helping Mother jerks. You and
Don Juan may run along II you wish
/ know you're as curious as children
They were. 1t would have been Inn.
possible fer any man with red corpus
cles in his blood to harken to the shoot.
Ing and shouts only three city blsckz
distant without yearning to see the
fight itself.
"rll return IN IS minutes, at the
latest" he promised her. and with Don
Juan Cafeteyo. who had helped himself
to rife and bayonet from one Of the