Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1921-05-27


to strike her pink, and the iron re
straint of long, hard, exciting day be
ing relaxed at last, the good sou
bowed her gray head in her arms an(
wept, moving her body from side Il
side the while and demanding of M
one in particular, single Legitimate
reason why she, blooming old bag
gage and not fit 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 inexpressibly pa
thetic He listened and made up his
mind that woman in the room across
the entrance hall was bewailing the
death of loved one who answered to
the name Of Caliph 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-
sidered.
by lingo, that's most interesting"
he decided "The wounded hero has
a sweetheart or a wife-and an Amer
lean. 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 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-dctators
retinue still occupied the palace had,
at DR.. PachecO's command, prepared
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
was looking very pale and dispirited;
for once in Mis- life his whimsical, ban
tering nature was subdued. His eyes
were closed. and he did not open them
when Ricardo entered
well, have Sarros," the latter de-
clared.
Webster paid not the slightest atten-
ton to this announcement. Ricardo
bent over him. Jack, old boy" he
queried, do you know a person of
feminine persuasion who calls you Ca
liph?"
John Stuart Webster's eyes and
mouth flew wide open. what the
devilw he tried to roar. you haven't
been speaking to her. have you? If
you have, I'll never forgive You. he
cause you've spoiled my little surprise
party"
mo, haven't been speaking to her
but she's in the next room crying fit
to break her heart because she thinks
you've been killed"
"You scoundrel! Aren't You human?
Go tell her It's only couple of pune
lures, not a blowout" He sighed
isn't it sweet of her to weep over an
old hunks like mel" he added softly.
BLESS her tender heart!"
"Who is She?" Ricardo was very
curious.
"Thnt's none Of your business Yon
wait and I'll tell you. She's the CUES,
! told you l was going TO bring TO din
ner and that's enough for you to know
for the present. Vaya, you Idiot, and
bring her in here, 80 can assure her
my head is bloody but unbowed. Doe
tor, throw that rug over my shanks
and make me look pretty. I'm going
to receive company
His glance, bent steadily on the door,
had in It some of the alert, bright visit
fulness frequently to be observed In
the eyes of a terrier standing expec-
family before a rat hole. The instant
the door opened and Dolores tear
stained face appeared, he called to her
with the Old-time camaraderie, for he
had erased from his mind, for the
nOnce, the memory of the tragedy Of
poor Don Juan Cafetero and was con-
cerned solely with the task Of Danish
Ing the tears from those brown eyes
and bringing the Joy Of life back to
that sweet face
Hello, Seeress," he called weakly.
little Johnny's been fighting again,
and the bad boys gave him an ALFRED /
There was swift rustic of skirts, .
and she was bending over him. her hot
little palms clasping eagerly his pale,
-Ough cheeks. "Oh, my dear, my
lear" she whispered, and then her
voice choked with the happy tears and
she was sObbing on his wounded Shout
Ter. Ricardo stopped to draw her
away, but John Stuart bent upon him
4 look of such frightfulness that he
lrpW back abaShed. After all the DaSt