Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1921-03-11

AoA6, JOyVuSS THIRSTY Uays out at
last the day was done. And In order
to make certain, a soldadO jabbed him
once more through the vitals before
he fled with the other survivors.
.
For half an hour after Webster left
her to assist the great-hearted Mother
jerks In the rough care OF the wound
ed, Dolores, absorbed In her work of
mercy, gave all OF her thought to the
grim task before her. The cries, fol-
lowed by the sudden, savage outbreak
of fire when the guards made their
dash from the palace, brought Web
ster and Don Juan to mind instantly.
In quick access of terror and appre-
hension she chung, trembling, to stolid
old Mother jerks.
Somebody's breakin in or breakin'
out" the veteran decided calmly.
"Come to the corner, dearie, an ave
look"
She half dragged Dolores to the cor
ner, from which they had an unob-
structed view down the cross-street
to its intersection three blocks distant
with the Gale San Rosario: conse-
quently they saw the dozen or more
survivors of that Inflated dash from
the north gate of the palace fash for
a second across their line of vision.
Mother jerks creaked dismally, like
a disreputable old raven; she was try
ing to cheer.
1.-THE rats are leavin' the sinkin'
Ship" she wheezed. Come an see
them tyke the devils as killed my
sainted Emery" She broke eagerly
from Dolores OBTAINING grasp and ran
down the street. Dolores hesitated a
moment; then, reasoning that her duty
lay in pursuing Mother jerks and
preventing her from rushing headlong
into the conflict, she followed.
Evidently the fleeing guards had
scurried around a corner into cross
street shortly after Dolores and Moth
er jerks had seen them gallop past,
for the firing down the Gale San Ro-
sario had ceased entirely by the time
they reached it. They stood moment
at the corner, gazing up the street at
the dead-man and beast-with the
wounded crawling out of the shambles
to the sidewalk.
Mother jerks nodded approvingly as
triumphant shouts from the north gate
told her the Ruey men were pouring
into the palace: with their arms about
each other the two women watched
and waited-and presently the nation
al flag on the palace came 1uttering
down from its STAFF, to be raised again
with the red banner of revolution flut.
tering above it, the insignia of q ma
tion reborn,
my lamb" Mother jerks said soft
" to Dolores, .sthe war is over. Wot's
the matter with goin' in the south gate
an wytin' on the palace steps for the
provisional president to make his
grand ountray? IL we ESTATE Ave
minutes they'll have bIoomin guard
on both gates, arskin' us 90 we are
an wot we want"
sBut Mr.. Webster viii come back
to that back street looking for me
must so back and wait there for
him"
"Wyte. nothink u Mother jerks
overruled the girls protest roughly.
"'E'll ave gone into the palace with
the crowd for a look-see; we'll meet
I'm there an syye Inn the trouble o.
'untfn' for us. Conner And she half
dragged the shrinking girl toward the
gate, block distant, where only q
few minutes before Webster and Don
Juan Oafetero had made their inef-
fectual stand.
/ Don't look at the blighters, honey,
Mother jerks warned Dolores when,
IN approaching the gate, she caught
sight of the bodies strewed in front
Of 1t. my word Regular bally mess
An all spiggotiesl Cawn't be. Must
ave been some white meat On this
bird. as my sainted Emery ulster s'y.
Hahl Thought sol There's a red
hi AIDED uni Gawd's truth An e
done all that-Gor' strike me pink
It's Don Juan Cafetero..
Mother jerks stepped over the CORY
corpses ringed around Don Juan and
knelt beside him. don Juani" she
cried You bally, interferin' blighter
you've gone an got i'll"
She ran her strong old arms under
his dripping body. lifted him and laid
| his red head on her knee, while with
her free hand she drew a small flask
of brandy from her dress pocket.
Don Juan opened bis buttermill
eyes and gazed up at her with slow
" dawning wonder, then closed then
again, drowsily. like a tired child
Mother jerks pressed the flask to hi
blue lips; as the brandy bit his tongue
he rolled his fiery head In feeble pro
test and weakly set his teeth agains
the lip of the flask. Wondering
Mother jerks withdrew it-and ther
Don Juan spoke.
'Have We the masther's permission
afianah2. give him me word av hon
or-not-to dhrink-tiIi-he-giv
permission. He-was good-to me-
tr0th he was-God --love- me-bosi
n
4