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

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 to care
for EN-. Ere, lass. Old up the cad
o. this young cockerei with the ole in
is neck. Ere, lad. Tyke brace nowl
Ere's some O. your own people. not a
lot O. bloomin' yeller bellies, come to
put something else in yer neck-some-
think that1l stimulate yer"
The young cockerel," a blond youth
of scarce 20 summers, twisted his head
and grinned up at Dolores as she knelt
beside him to lift him up. Here. here.
sister," he mumbIed, you'll get that
white dress dirty. Never mind me. It's
just flesh wound. only my neck has
got stiff and I'm weak from loss Of
blood"
Mother jerks winked at Webster as
she set a glass of brandy to the strick-
en- adventurer's lips. "Give me a bit
O. the white meat, as my sainted En-
cry used to s'y." she murmured COM
ically.
Dolores looked up at Webster. sri
stay here" she said simply. 'Tve found
job helping Mother jerks. You and
Don Juan may run along If you wish.
I know you're as curious as children"
They were. It would have been i'm
possible for any man with red corpus
cles In his blood to harken to the shoot
ing and shouts only three city blocks
distant without yearning to see the
fight itself.
I'll return in Is minutes, at the
latest" he promised her, and with Don
Juan Cafetero. who had helped himself
TO a rife and bayonet from one Of the
wounded. he turned the corner into the
next street which they followed west
through a block plentifully sprinkled
with the dead of both factions.
Don Juan led the way through an al
ley in the rear of the Cathedral de la
Santa Cruz to the door of the sacris-
ty; as he placed his hand on the latch
three rifle bullets struck around them.
showering them with fragments of fall
ing adobe.
There's a house party in the neigh
borhood." yelled Don Juan and darted
into the church. with Webster at his
heels. just in time to escape another
fuslllade. They walked through the
sacristy and passed through a door
into the great cathedral, with its high.
carved, gothic-arched ceiling. Through
the thick-closed doors of the main en-
trance. lost in the dimness of space
out in front, the sounds of the battle
half a block away seemed very distant.
indeed.
They passed the altar and Don Juan
genufected and crossed himself rever-
entity. "Tr be afther maxim me con-
fession," he whispered to Webster.
wait for me. sor."
He leaned his rife against the altar
railing, crossed the church and touched
liz Ly on the shoulder a monk kneel-
ing in prayer before the altar of the
Virgin; the latter bent his head while
Don Juan whispered; then he rose and
both went into the confessional, while
Webster found bench along the wall
and waited.
Presently Don Juan came forth,
knelt on the red-tiled floor and prayed
something. Webster suspected. he
had not done for quite while. And
when he had finished his supplication
and procured his rifle. Webster Joined
him, the monk unbolted the door and
from the quiet of the house of God
they passed out into the street and the
tumult Of he'll.
i've been clost to death this day"
Don Juan explained. IAN the day is
not done. Be the same token. It's long
since I'd made me last confession;
sure, until you picked me out av the
mire. sor. it's little thought l had for
the hereafter"
From their place they could see a
dozen or more of Ricardo's hired fight
ers crouched under the shelter of the
palace walls across the street. Il think
we'll be safer there" Webster cried.
rs a couple of bullets struck the stone
steps at their feet and ricocheted
against the cathedral door. THAT rife
u stUlS SOd q A1ea- NJ A-e---f
Don Juan"
They ran across the street and |
Joined the men under the palace wall. |
whats this7" Don Juan demanded |
oriskly. Have ye net shmoked thin
1ut yet?"
"Noddings doing" a young German
Der chief has sent word /
lot we shall not artillery use on der /
palace. Men all aroundt it we hat, NIT /
machine gun commanding each gate; 1
most of der poys have chust moved out
vest in der rear of der government
roops."
Then" Don Juan declared with con-
fiction. "there'n be no fighting here TO
peak av. until later"
Der Is blenty of choy hunting snip
rs. meia freund. Der houses here
bouts vos filed NIT dem"
"TI have no car fights IN NINE" Don
uan retorted. Come wit me, so, an
-eT be in at the death out beyant at