Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-04-22
By PETER B. KYNE

would win the ten dollars from him.
but then 1t was worth ten dollars to
know for certainty whether she was
perfect or possessed of a slight flaw
| so he silently drew forth a wallet that
would have choked cow and skinned
off tcn-dollar gold certificate of the
| United States of America.
"Im game" he mumbled.
1.-THE fat gentleman's initials are e.
P. J."
by the twelve apostles, Peter,
| Simon"
Don't blaspheme, Mr. Webster"
He stood up and shook himself.
when you order the tea," he said
very distinctly, ''please have mine
cold. / need a bracer after that. Take
the ten. You've won it,"
Thanks, ever so much" she an
swered in a matter-of-fact tone, and
tucked the bill inside her shirtwaist.
81 am a very poor woman, and
Every little bit added to what you've
got makes just a little bit more,'" she
caroIed, swaying her 1.-the, beautiful
body and swapping her fingers like a
cabaret dancer.
He could have groaned with the
futility of his overwhelming desire for
her; it even occurred to him what a
shame it was to waste a marvel like
her on a callow young pup like Billy,
who had fought so many deadly skirm-
ishes with Dan Cupid that a post
impressionistic painting Of the Geary
heart must resemble pincushion.
Then he remembered that this was an
ungenerous, a traitorous thought, and
that he had not paid the lady her fee.
"Well, what's the TARIFF he asked.
"You really feel that 1 have earned
a professionals feeT
Beyond a doubt"
"Since you have taken Billy away
from me this evening, j shall make
you take Billy's place this evening.
After dinner you shall hire an open
victoria with two little white horses
and drive me around the Malecon.
There is a band concert tonight"
"If it's the last act of my wicked
iifeI'' he promised fervently. Strange
to relate, in that ecstatic moment no
thought of Billy Geary marred the per-
feet serenity of what promised to be
the, most perfectly serene night in his
tory.
They were seated at the tiny tea
table when the sound Of feet crunch
ing the little shell-paved path through
the patio caused Webster and Dolores
to turn their heads simultaneously.
Coming toward them was an individ-
ual who wore upon head of flaming
red a disreputable, conical-crowned
straw sombrero; soiled cotton
camisa with the tails flowing free of
his equally soiled khaki trousers, and
sandals of the kind known as alpar-
gates-made from the tough fibre of
plant of the cactus family and worn
only by the very lowliest peons-com-
pleted his singular attire.
"One of Billy's friends and another
reason why he has no social standing"
Dolores whispered. 81 believe he's go
ing to speak to u.s."
Such evidently appeared to be the |
mans intention. He came to the |
edge of the veranda, swept his ruin |
Of hat from his red head and bowed
with Castilian expansiveness.
eyer pardon. Miss, for appearin' be-
fore you"
She smiled her forgiveness to what
now perceived to be an
alcoholic wreck. He was about to
dismiss the fellow with scant cere-
nony, when Dolores, with that rich
sense of almost masculine humor-
| humor that was distinctly American
said sweetly:
'Mr. Webster, shake hands with Don
Tuan Cafetero. bon vivant and man
bout town. Don Juan, permit me to
resent Mr.. Webster, from somewhere
n the United States. Mr.. Webster is
mining partner of our mutual friend
fr. William Geary."
A long, sad descent into the Pit had,
owever, imbued Don Juan with
ense of his degradation; he was in
be presence of a superior, and he ac-
the introduction with a
espectful inclination OF his head.
"Tis you I've called 10 see, Misther
Webster, sor," he explained.
VERY well, old-timer. In what way
an 1 be of service to your"
"Tis the other way around, sor, If
e PLACE, an for that same there's no {
narrge, SEEM ye're the partner, av (
lat fine, kind gintleman, Misther
cary. Did We, whilst in New Orleans,
ave d'alings wit a short, shtout {
)iggoty wit puekered scar undher S
IS right eyer?
John Stuart Webster suddenly sat L
D straight and gazed upon the lost
IN of Erin with grave interest YES" Il
J replied, Il seem to recall such a t
an" v
'"Tis none av me business, sor, but II
ould We mind tellin' nue. just what We
d to that spiggoty?" o
"Why, to begin, last Sunday morn C