The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1921-02-17

Websterf"
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 l believe Billy is right. But do
tell me what became Of this extra
ordinary and unbidden 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
launch. Gave him a little note to
Billy-carried it in his mouth-in-
structing Billy to do the right thing
by him-and Billy did it. | don't
know what Andrew is mp to and l
don't care. Where l was raised We let
every man roll his own hoop. All |
hope is that they don't shoot Andrew.
II they do. | fear I'll weep. He's GER
tainly a skookum lad. DO you know,
Miss Ruey, | love anybody that can i'm
pose on me-make a monkey out Of
me, in fact-and make me like it?''
That's so comforting" she remark
ed dryly.
Webster looked at her sharply, sus-
piciously; her words were susceptible
OF "A dual Interpretation. Her next
sentence, however, dissipated this I'm
preston. Because 1t confirms what
| told you this afternoon when I read
your palm" she added.
"YOu didn't know how truly you
spoke when you referred to the dark
man that mad crossed my path. He's
uncOmfOrtably real-drat himl"
Then you are really cOncerned?"
mot at all, but l purpose sleeping
with one eye open. l shan't permit
myself to feel concerned until they
send mOr than two men after me
say eight or ten."
His Indifference appalled, her; she
leaned forward lmpulsively and laid a
hand on mis- forearm. "But you must
heed Don Juan's warming" she de-
clared seriously. "You must not 20
out alone at night"
He grinned b~oyishly. "Of course
not, Miss Ruey. You're going to ride
out with me this evening"
I'm not. I'll not subject you to
risk"
VERY well; then l shall drive out
alone"
You're a despot, Mr.. Webster-a
regular despOt."
Likewise a free agent"
"Ill 60 with you"
81 thought so. For what hour shall
l order the c%arriageT
"Seven-thirty. After all, they'll not
dare to murder you on the Malecon."
II agree with you. 1t will have to
be done very quietly, II at all. You've
been mighty nice to me this afternoon,
seeress | shall be grateful right up to
the moment Of dissolution"
Speak softly but carry a big stick"
she warned him.
"A big gum" he corrected her,
two of them, In fact"
Sensible man! Pm not going to
worry about you, Mr.. Webster" She
nodded her permission for him to re-
tire, and as he walked down the ver-
onf1a and into III, hntnl bnr olannn
followed him with %pardonable femi-
nine curiosity, marking the breadth Of
his shoulders, the quick, springy
stride, the alert, erect pOise of his
head on the powerful neck.
"a doer OF deeds are you, John
Stuart Webster" she almost whisper
ed. "As Kipling would say 'Wallah
But you are a manp"
A stealthy footstep sounded below
the veranda: she turned and beheld
Don Juan Cafetero, his hat In his left
hand, in his right a gold piece which
he held toward her.
Take 1t, aIianah," he wheezed In
his h~Oarse, %drunkard's whisper. Keep
ii fr me till tomorrow, for sorra wan
av me can | trust to do that same
an be the same token | can't face that
big man witout it,"
why not, Don JuanY"
He hung his red head. 81 dunno,
Miss he replied miscrably. Maybe
It's on account av him-thc eye nv
him-the way nv him-divil such a
man did | ever meet-God bless him
Shurc, MiSther Geary do be the fine
lad, but ho-he-"
"Mr, Geary never put a big fore
finger under your chin and babe you
hold up your head. Is that it?"
otis not what he did, Miss but the
way he did 1t. All the fiends nv hell II
be ut me this night to stipend what he
give me-and I'm afraid"
He broke off, mumbling and chatter
ing like a man In the grip Of a great
terror. In his agony Of body and
spirit, Dolores could have wept for
Don Juan CafeterO, for In that SUI
preme moment the derelict's soul was
bare, revealing something pure and