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

along the blues stssa close % tAs W.
canite butt.
When Ricardo glanced ut Pacheco
after his scrutiny OF the pistol ana
holster, the Doctors dark eyes We're
regarding him mirthfuliy.
Il have been unnecessarily alarmed
my general" said Pacheco. OuT
dear friend has been most fortunate
in his choice Of wounds
Hes a lucky Yankee; that's what
he is, my dear Pacheco. A lucky Kan
keel" Ricardo leaned over and ex-
amined the bayonet-wound In Web
ster's left side. HE took the point
of the steel on his pistol he happened
to be wearing under his left arm,
he went on to explain. ''That turned
the bayonet and 1t slid along his r1Ds.
making a superficial fiesh-wound."
Pacheco nodded. "And this bullet
merely burned the top Of his right
shoulder. while another passed
through his biceps without touching
the bone. His most severe wound 10
this jab in the hip"
They stripped every stitch OF cloth
ing from Webster and went over him
carefully. At the back OF his head
they found q little clotted blood from
a small split In the scalp; also they
found a lump Of generous proportions.
Pacheco laughed briefly but con-
tentedly.
"Then he is not even seriously In
jured?" Ricardo interrupted that
laugh.
II would die Of fright il had to
fight this fine fellow a month from
today" the little doctor chirped. 1.-THE
man is in superb physical condition
1t Is the bump on the head that rem
ders him unconscious-not loss of
blood"
AS If to confirm this expert testi-
mony Webster at that moment breath
ed long and deeply, screwed up his
face and shook his head very slightly.
Thereafter for several minutes he
gave no further evidence of an active
interest in life-seeing which Pacheco
decided to take prompt advantage Of
his unconsciousness and probe the
wounds in his arm and shoulder for
the fragments Of clothing which the
bullets must have carried into them.
After ten minutes of probing Pacheco
announced that he was through and
ready to bandage; whereupon John
Stuart Webster said family but very
distinctly, in English:
''I'm awfully glad you are, Doc.
1t hurt like h--ll Did you manage
to get bite on that fishing trip?'
"Jack Webster, you scoundrel II
Ricardo yelled joyously, and he shook
the patient with entire disregard OF
the latter's wounds. "Oh, man, I'm
glad you're not dead"
''Your sentiments appeal to me
strongly, my friend. Pm-too-tfred
to look-at you. Who the devil-are
your"
Fell a silence, while Webster pre-.
pared for another speech. "Where
am TT
I'm the palace. We won pulled.
up, and that forty-thousand dollar bel
of yours is safe. TIL cash the ticket
for you tomorrow morning"
Oh the forty thousand. Where's
my Croppy Boy?'
your what?"
My wild Irish blaekthorn, Don
Juan Cafetero."
i hope, old man, he has ere now
that which all brave Irishmen and
true Deserve harp with q crown
In life the Irish have the harp with.
out the crown, you know"
How did he dep Webster whis
pered.
He died hard, with the holes in
front-and he died for you"
Two big tears trickled slowly
through Webster's closed lids and roll.
ed across his pale cheek. poor, lost
lonesome, misunderstood wreck" he
murmured presently, ''he was an ex
tremist in all things. He used to sing
those wonderfully poetic ballads Of his
people, remember one that began
Green We're the fields where my fore.
fathers dWelt.' think his heart was
IN Aerry-so Wen send him there
He's my dead, Ricardo 4 care for his
body, because Tm-going to plant
Don Juan with the-shamrocks. They
didn't understand him here. He was
an exile-s0 I'm going to send him
home"
GRO BE coNTINUED0