Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1921-05-27
Webster -Man'S Man
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tufted palms, were rejecting the set
ting sun. Over the balustrade Of one
Of the upper balconies the limp body
Of Sarros sharpshoOter, picked of
from the street, dropped grOtesquely
his arms hanging downward as If il
ironical welcome to the son of Ruey
the Beloved. The sight induced il
Ricardo sense of profound sadness
his Irish imagination awOke; to hin
that mute figure seemed to call upon
him for pity, for kindness, for for.
bearance, for understanding and sym.
pathy Those Outflung arms of the
martyred peOn symbolized to Ricardo
Ruey the spirit of liberty, shackled
and helpless, calling upon him for de-
liverance; they brought to his alert
mind clearer realization of the duty
that was his than he had ever had be-
fore. He had great task to perform,
task inaugurated by his father, and
which Ricardo could not hope to fin
lsh In his lifetime, He must solve
the agrarian problem; he must de-
VelOp the rich natural resources of his
country; he must provide free, com
pulsOry education and evolve from
the ignorance of the peOn an intelli-
gence that would build up that which
SObrante, in common with her sister
republics, so wickedly lacked-the
great middle class that stands always
as a buffer between the aggression
and selfishness Of the upper class and
the helplessness and childishness Of
the lower
Ricardo bowed his head. Help me,
O Lord" he prayed Thou hast given
me in Thy wisdom a mans task. Help
me that I may not prove unworthy"
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Mother jerks. grown impatient at the
lack of news concerning Webster, left
Dolores to her grief IN the room across
the hall and sought the open air. for
Of late she had been experiencing with
recurring frequency a slight feeling of
suffOcatiOn. She sat down on the broad
granite steps, helped herself to
much-needed "bracer" from her brandy
flask and was gazing pensively at the
scene around her when Ricardo came
up the stairs.
"'EllO" Mother jerks saluted him.
We're ave you been, Mr.. BOwers?"
II have just returned from capturing
SarrOs Mrs. jerks. He is on his way
to the arsenal under guard"
"G6r' strike me pink !" the old lady
cried. "'Ave lived to see this day I"
Her face was wreathed in happy
smile. II wonder 'Ow the beggar feels
to ave the shoe on the other foot, Ell
the 'eartless 'Ound; I'm 'opin' this
General Ruey will ave the blighter
shot"
"YOu need have no worry on that
score, Mrs. jerks. I'm General Ruey
Andrew Bowers was just my summer
name, as it were"
angels guard me! WOt the bloom
in ell surprise won't we ave next
WOt branch O. the Ruey tribe do you
belong to? Are you a nephew O. him
that was president before Sarros shot
'im2 Antonio Ruey, who was art
brother to the president, 'ad son q
called Ricardo. Are you i'm might
arsk2"
81 am the son of Ricardo the Be
loved" he answered proudly.
mot the lad as was away al schocj
when is father was hexecntedH
81 am that same lad Mrs. jerks
And who are you? You seem TO know
a deal of my family history"
~" the old publican replied with
equal pride, IAN Mrs. Col. Emery
jerks, who was your fathers chief of
hartillery an 'ad the hextreme honor
o dyin' in front of the same wall with
I'm. BY the wy, 'ow's Mr.. Webster"
she added, suddenly remembering the
subject closest to her heart just then.
His wounds are trifing. He'll live,
Mrs jerks"
"Well, that's better than gettin'
pOked in the eye with a sharp stick"
the old dame decided philosOphically.
do you remember my little sister,
Mrs Jenks?' Ricardo continued. "She