Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1922-03-23
CHAPTER XI.

Have you ever been at the breaking
Of strike? It is a sordii business at
best. Even when the striker is entferly
in the wrong with his demands, the
strikebreaker. like the detective and the
spy, is looked upon as & sort Of pariah
Certainly the strikebreakers Prothro and
Barnette managed to employ in the
colorful city Of Gunanajuaro were a
scurvy lot. They were for the most
part the plug uglies of the town, Mexi-
cans unattached TO any hacienda or to
any overload. men without any sort Of
religious or political faith. They worked
for the hated "gringoes." wherefore they
were taboo for ell self-respecting Next
cans in that city where American and
English and German machinery is equal
~ despised, and where the only ice IN
summer is the snow-ice carried on the
back Of a peon from the white mountain
SUBMITS miles and miles away-a city,
which in spite Of Its many churches, is
still pagan at heart and will remain
so for many generations to come.
We learned that the natives had names
for US Baruette was 1.-The panther -
Prothro was the demon Of the rail-
road" because he had built the first
railroad into the city; little Mora was
the apostate;" Battling Bourke was eel
toro," the bull. and I was-well, the
name they called me by is not trans
lated into polite English-let US say,
lady killer
We kept Just seven workers Of our
old lot; and strange as 1t may seem, the
seven men we kept were the seven that
had made the attack and had been
whipped that first morning. The others
we sent through the political influence
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passage on a Government railroad in
Zacatecas.
went that first morning ana met the
princess at the old Mexcians, where we
did a disappearing act into her under
ground palace. but no sooner had began
to complain that the light was bad.
told her l could never hope to repro
duce in that light the little hecks of
gold in her deep-brown, liquid eyes, the
faint half flush that died along her
throat, the delicate dove-toned shadow
beneath her chin. Before I was half
through with the first sketch, I threw
down my brushes in despair: and I end
ed by making her agree to let me come
TO her residence every day to paint her
Instead OF to that place.
She also agreed to come to confer
ence and meet Prothro and Mora and me,
nut nOtnlng came OF our tentatively or
fered partnership. 1t was just as Pro-
thro had said, she scorned a partnership
with anybody, and, l think, actually CON
vinced Prothro that she was what she
claimed to be. / must state frankly that
she gained in dignity in the eyes of all
of US during these interviews. Had it
not been for her manner of conducting
herself on board the ship and the innate
baseness Of character that she had re-
vealed there, I should have been more
than pleased to have taken her back to
New York and laid her claims before my
cousin, and who knows, but that 1 might
have gone still farther.
Her house-rented or not, I cannot say
was a dignified old place of adobe and
stucco, with an interior filled with art
objects and luxurious hangings and rugs,
and the finest of furniture. Besides, the
lesser domestics she kept there an old
duenna, deaf as a hitching post and
ugly as only an old Mexican can be, and
a Japanese butler of the fawning, shifty
self important sort. She gave me one Of
her servants for a valet, gave me
suite of rooms and q latch key so that
I had the entree to at least a part Of her
house at any hour Of the day or night.
To Be Continued.