The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1921-05-12

his wounds dressed, paused suddenly,
his attention caught by the sound OF a
sob, long-drawn and inexpressibly pa
thetic. He listened and made up his
mind that q woman In the room across
the entrance hall was bewailing the
death Of a loved one who answered to
the name OF Caliph and John, darling.
Further eavesdropping convinced him
that Caliph, John, darling, and Mr..
John Stuart Webster were one and the
same person, and so he tilted his head
on one side like a cock robin and con-
sidered.
"By lingo, that's most interesting"
he decided. "The wounded hero has
a sweetheart or q wife-and an Amer
lean. too. She must be a recent &C
QUESTION. because all the time we were
together on the steamer coming down
here he never spoke Of either, despite
the fact that we got friendly enough
for such condolences Something fun
ny about this. I'd better sound the old
boy before I start passing out words
Of comfort to that unhappy female"
He passed on into the room. John
Stuart Webster had. by this time, been
washed and bandaged. and one of the
Sarros servants (for the ex-dictators
retinue still occupied the p~alace) had,
at DR.. Pacheco's command. prepared a
guest chamber upstairs and furnished
a night gown Of ample proportions to
nnrn~ IT, NvaI<A A..A
otherwise naked person. A stretcher
had just arrived, and the wounded mar
was about to be carried upstairs. The
late financial hacker Of the revolution
was looking very pale and dispirited !;
for once In his life his whimsical, BAN
tering nature was subdued. His eyes
were closed. and he did not open them
when Ricardo entered
swell. l have Sarros." the latter de-
clared.
Webster paid not the slightest atten-
ton to this announcement. Ricardo
bent over him. "Jack, old boy" he
queried, do you know a person Of
feminine persuasion who calls you Ca
liph?"
John Stuart Webster's eyes and
mouth flew wide open. "What the
devfl!" he tried to roar. "You haven't
been speaking to her, have your II
you have. I'll never forgive you. be-
cause you've spoiled my little surprise
party"
mo, haven't been speaking to her.
but she's in the next room crying At
to break her heart because she thinks
you've been killed"
"You scoundrel! Aren't you humans
Go tell her it's only a couple Of pune
lures. not a blowout" He sighed.
isn't It sweet Of her to weep over an
old hunks like me-" he added softly.
"Bless her tender hearth
who Is shef" Ricardo was very
curious.
That's none Of your business. You
wait and I'll tell you. 4hs's the guest
| told you ! was going to bring to din
ler, and that's enough for you to know
'or the present. Vaya. you idiot, and
bring her In here, so l can assure her
my head Is bloody but unbowed. Doc
tor, throw that rug over my sbanks
and make me look pretty. I'm going
to receive company"
His glance, bent steadily on the door.
had In 1t some Of the alert, bright visit.
lulness frequently to be observed In
the eyes Of a terrier standing expec-
tantly before a rat hole. The instant
the door opened and Dolores tear
stained face appeared, he called to her
with the old-time c~amaraderie. for he
nad erased from his mind. for the
nonce, the memory Of the tragedy Of
poor Don Juan Cafetero and was con-
leefned solely with the task Of banish-
ing the tears from those brown eyes