Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1921-03-25

interfere again In Don Felipe's affairs.
No damn grngo'-beggin' yer par
don, AIiss-can INTERFERE In the
wurrk av the intilligince bureau at a
time like this, in addition to insultin'
our honored chief, without the neces-
sity av beln measured for coffin
Isl, mi general says another lad, an
TO be sure, mi general says a third
an wit that the gneral, bad cess to
him, whit back to the palace an the
other two walked on up the calle an
away from the slnthry-bOx."
'Did you come out and follow
themT Webster demanded briskly.
Faith, l did. Wan av them Is
Francisco ArredondO, a young cavalry
lOotinint, an the other wan is Captain
Jose Benevides, him that do be the
best pistOl-shOt an swordsman in the
spiggoty army"
"What kind of looking man is this
Benevdes, my friend?"
"A tall, thin young man, wit a
dudes mOustache an a diamond ring
on his right hand. He do be whittier
nor most. Have a care would We meet
him around the city an let him pick
fight wit We. An have a care, sOr,
would We go out av night"
"Thank you, Don Juan. You're the
soul of kindness. What else do you
know"
well" Don Juan replied with a
naive grim 81 did know sOmethin' else,
but shure, Misther Geary advised me
to forget it. | was wit him in the
launch last night"
Webster stepped out of the veranda
and laid a friendly hand on Don Juan
CafeterO's shoulder, Don Juan" he
said gently, I'm going back to the
United States very soon. Would you
like to come with me?"
Don Juan's watery eyes grew a
shade mister, if possible. He shook
his head "Whin I'm dhrunk here,
sOr," he replied, mo wan pays any at
tintlon to me, hut in America they'd
give me ten days in the hoOsegOw
wanst a week. Thank you, sor but I'll
shtay here till the finish"
He knew the strength of the De
mon and had long since ceased to fight
even a rear-guard action. Webster
put a hand under the stubby chin and
tilted Don Juan's head sharply. Hold
up your head" he commanded
you're the first of your breed | ever
saw who would admit he was whipped.
Here's five dollars for yOu-fve dol
lars gold Take it and return with the
piece intact tomorrow morning, Don
Juan Cafetero."
Don Juan Cafetero's wondering
glance met Webster's directly, wavered
sought the ground but at a jerk on
his chin came back and-stayed
Thus for at least ten seconds they
gazed at each other; then Webster
spoke. THANK YOU" he said.
"Me name is John ]. Cafferty," the
lost one quavered.
"Round one for Cafferty," Webster
laughed. Goodbye now. until nine
tomorrow. I'll expect you here, John,
without fail" And he took the dere-
lict's hand and wrung 1t heartily.
"Well," Webster remarked humOr-
ously to Dolores as he held out his
cup for more tea, IF I'm not the ORR
glnal Tumble Tom, hope may never
see the back of my neck"
"Do you attach any Importance to
Don Juan's stOryT' she asked anx-
lously.
"Yes, but not so much as Don Juan
does. | greatly fear l have managed
to snarl myself up In SObrantean
political intrigue, when | haven't the
slightest interest either way. How
ever, that's only one more reason why
l should finish my work here and get
back to Denver"
"But how did all this happen, Mr.
Webster?"
Like shooting fish In dry lake,
Miss Ruey," Webster replied, and re-
lated to her In detail the story Of his
adventure with the SObrantean as
sassins in Jackson square and his sub
sequent meeting with Andrew Bowers
aboard La Estrellita.
Dolores laughed long and heartily as
Webster finished his humorous recital.
BILLY told me God only made one
Jack Webster and then destroyed the
mold | believe Billy is right. But do
tell me what became Of this extra
ordinary and unbldden guest"
1.-THE night the steamer arrived in
port, Billy and Don Juan came out in
a launch to say Hello so | seized
upon the opportunity to tell Andrew
to jump overheard and swim to the
launch. Gave him a little note to
Billy-carried 1t in his mOuth-in-
structing Billy to do the right thing
by him-and Billy did it. | don't
know what Andrew is up to and
don't care. Where | was raised we let
every man roll his own hoop. All !
hope is that they don't shoot Andrew.
If they do. fear I'll weep He's GER
tainly skookum lad. Do you know,
Miss Ruey, love anybody that can i'm