Evening star., 1921-02-13

and powerful bird the despot of the
jungle; but the fame of this dreaded
flyer had been familiar thing to him
from early childhood. Two were its
weapons; a bill stronger than the best
tempered steel and a most devilish
cunning. Where its weapon struck
breach was opened. 1t always
aimed at the head of it's enc my. bored
through the skull to the brain and
sucked the soft mass before it's vic
tim could escape. No skull was hard
enough to withstand the repeated
blows of it's drill-like beak. 1t at
tackled the wild bull and the tiger
and it tackled the tough skinned
alligator despite the armor-like COW
ering which give it the appearance
of an ironclad.
This diminutive fowl of devilish
cunning was the cabure.
MORALES and Jaramillo owed their
names and few drops of Euro
pean blood to the Spanish conquerors
who had come to their country CEN
turies before; but in reality they
were two Guarani half-breeds, short
in stature, nimble, apparently weak
limbed but possessing amazing pow
ers of endurance to resist fatigue and
privations. United by a fraternal
friendship; they went to work to-
gether on new railway which the
gringoes were building in their
province.
They worked like furies They
tackled their jobs with the vim and
set purpose of men who are fighting
their mortal enemies to death. The
gang bosses recently imported from
Europe watched them with sincere
admiration.
And people say that the Indians
are lazy .. - the foreman mused
But on Saturdays, when they received
their weekly wages. Morales and
Jaramillo would disappear, and their
employers and admirers would wait
for them in vain the following Mon
day. They never returned to renew
their accursed work until they had
spent the last cent in the taverns.
drinking and dancing to the tune of
an accordion.
When they dressed up. the barefoot
copper-colored bellies. attired in white
or pink skirts, with their thick braids
dangling on their backs, rushed to
the doors of their huts to watch them
pass by. brave show they made!
Trousers neatly fastened to the
ankles with long. thin strips of leath-
er. feet incased in dancing slippers,
nut-brown poncho covering the
breast and red handkerchief around
deemed the most important detail in
their apparel. They might go about
in tatters. but without their red
Observation-Disclosures 1t was the
party emblem, the symbol and battle
flag of the Reds, and counter to the
white handkerchief worn by their
rivals.
They carried their swords under
the arm; not old swords with wooden
handles like those of ordinary poems,
but brand-new blades with glittering
hilts and leather Scabbards. similar
to those used by the urban police,
They had inherited from their remote
ancestors of the Conquest an ire
sistible love for the sword. Firearms
were good enough for revolution.
they thought, but the quarrels that
grow out of love affair or a drink
ing bout should be settled with
clean blade behind the tavern.
Wrapped in their brown ponchos,
with the sheathed steel under the arm
and the broad brim of their SOM
breros raised over the eyes, they
looked like two caricatures of the
hidalgos of cloak and sword who had
been their illegitimate ancestors.
When the police dropped in to in
spect one of the native dances.
Morales and Jaramillo hid their
swords, thrusting them through their
sashes and between. the trousers and
the skin, a maneuver which forced
them to dance with a stiff leg as II
they had paralysis.
One day, in one of these dances
Morales, who was less clever than his
comrade but far quicker to pick
quarrel, fell out with a certain fellow
who insisted on monopolizing the girl
that he liked. and ran him through
with his sword.
mo es NADIA. Nothing has happened!
Go on with the dance! all shouted.
The man was dead. Nothing, it was
nothing! They took out the corpse:
you can't dance with dead body in
the way. So out went the victim and
relatives would see to 1t that a little
chapel was built for him by the road
side. and every night they would come
and light candles for the peace of his
soul. A mere incident something one
sees every day.
pUT the police-the busybodies!-re-
fused to accept the incident with
the same philosophical calm, and ar
rested Morales.
political revenge!" protested the
half-breed when he found himself be-
usurpers are in power. I am here be-
cause 1 am a Red"
When they took him before the
Judge and stripped him for the usual
search, they found his body covered
with ostrich feathers. Jaramillo adorn-
ed himself in like manner. They had
learned the secret from the wizard,
Jaramillo's father. An ostrich feather
laid against the skin makes the wear
er light and nimble.
The judge was young and full of
fun. The strange bird" provoked a
hearty laugh.
These young doctors who study in
Buenos Aires and look down upon the
natives" thought Morales, enraged by
the hilarity of his honor. ''are an igno-
rant crew." And aftsE pause he
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