The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1921-03-18

recurring frequency a slight feeling Of
suffocation. She sat down on the broad
granite steps, helped herself to a
much-needed ''bracer" from her brandy
flask and was gazing pensively at the
scene around her when Ricardo came
up the stairs.
"'Ello I" Mother jerks saluted him.
"We're ave you been, Mr. Bowers3"
II have just returned from capturing
Sarros, Mrs. jerks He is on his way
to the arsenal under guard"
"Gor' strike me pink" the old lady
cried. "'Ave lived to see this day T.
Her face was wreathed in a happy
smile. "I wonder 'ow the beggar feels
to ave the shoe on the other foot, eh-
the 'eartless 'ound; I'm 'opin' this
General Ruey will ave the bllghter
shot"
'You need have no worry on that
score, Mrs. jerks. I'm General Ruey.
Andrew Bowers was just my summer
name, as n WERE"
"Angels guard mel Wot the bloom
in ell surprise won't we ave next.
wot branch O. the Ruey tribe do you
belong tot Are you a nephew O. him
that was president before SarrOs shot
INF Antonio Ruey, who was 'arf
brother to the president, 'ad a son e
called Ricardo. Are you i'm, might /
arsl?"
81 am the son Of Ricardo the Be
loved" he answered proudly.
'Not the lad as was away at school
when is father was heKecutedT
81 am that same lad, Mrs. jerks.
And who are your You seem to know
deal of my family history"
a." the old publican replied with
equal pride, Fam Mrs. Col. Emery
jerks, who was your fathers chief Of
hartillery an 'ad the hextreme honor
o. dyin' In front Of the same wall with
i'm. BY the wy, 'ow's Mr.. Webster"
she added, suddenly remembering the
subject closest to her heart just then.
"Hls wounds are trihing. He'll live,
Mrs, Jenks."
"Well, that's better than gettin'
poked in the eye with sharp stick"
the old dame decided philosophically.
do you remember my little sister,
Mrs. JenksT Ricardo continued. "She
was in the palace when Sarros at
tackled It she persisted there"
81 believe ave got a slight recol-
lection O. the nlpper, sir" Mother
jerks answered cautiously. To herself
she said: II sly, 'Enrietta, 'ere's
pretty go. 70 don't know the lamb is
Twin an in the next rooml My word,
wot riot wen e meets 'erW
Il will see you again, Mrs. jerks. l
must have long talk with YOU" RI
cardo told her, ard passed on into the
palace; whereupon Mother jerks once
more fervently implored the Almighty
to strike her pink, and the iron re-
straint of long, hard, exciting day be-
Ing relaxed at last, the good soul
bowed her gray head in her arms and
wept, moving her body from side to
side the while and demanding, of no
one In particular, 9 single legitimate
reason why she, a blooming old bag
gage and not at to live should be the
recipient of such manifold blessings
as this day had brought forth.
In the meantime Ricardo, with his
hand on the knob of the door leading
to the room where Webster was having
his wounds dressed, paused suddenly
his attention caught by the sound of a
sob, long-drawn and inexpresslbly pa
thetic. He listened and made up his
mind that a woman in the room across
the entrance hall was bewailing the
death of loved one who answered to
the name of Callph and John, darling
Further eavesdropping convinced him
that Caliph, John, darling, and Mr.
John Stuart Webster were one and the
same person, and so he tilted his head
on one side like a cock robin and con-
sldered. 50
"By lingo, that's most interesting"
he decided. "The wounded hero has
a sweetheart or a wife-anh an Amer
ican. too. She must be a recent ac-
QUESTION. because all the time we were
together on the steamer coming down
here he never spoke of either. despite
the fact that we got friendly enough
for such condolences. Something fun
ny about this. I'd better sound the old
boy before I start passing out words
of comfort to that unhappy female"
He passed on into the room. John
Stuart Webster had, by this time. been
washed and bandaged, and one Of the
Sarros servants (for the ex-dlctator's
retlnue still occupied the palace) had,
at DIR. Pacheco's command, prepared a
guest chamber upstairs and furnished
a night gown of ample proportions to
cover Mr.. Webster's bebandaged. but
otherwise naked person. A stretcher
had just arrived, and the wounded man
was about to be carried upstairs. The
late financial hacker of the revolution