The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1922-09-28
FACTS AND FANCIES
Continued from page l.

of made those wise cracks" "Red" men,
tally observed. Oh, well, he'd tip Carmen
cita off and let it go at that. That show
guy "Foghorn" can take care of her. He
looks like real people," Meditating thus,
"Red" left the bar, threaded his way
across the large room, threw aside the cur
tain of certain booth; and without cere-
mony or apology for the intrusion burst
out:
Don Juan just left here fghtin' mad.
Jealous l guess cause yore dinin private
with gringo. Thought I'd tip yuh off,
Without waiting for reply, or making
any mention of his provoking remarks to
Don Juan, "Red" strobe back to his post.
"Dios! Senior! Juan, he keel mel" ex-
claimed the ravishing Carmencita, whose
dangerous black eyes now shone with
terror, "He say so many times. He nc
like Americanos. We marry POGO tempo.
Como What ees eet l do?"
Crest easy, Sweet Cakes" comforted the
musical baritone of "Foghorn" Yancy,
though his eyes narrowed aggressively,
Finish your dinner. I've been in this hot
tamale country long enough to know better
than to leave a good meal; they're so
scarce. About your jealous guitar-player,"
he added, menacingly, "if he disturbs this
repast he'll ketch-um air muy bronto. /
s'pose he packs 'shiv' like all 'greasers
Anyhow, let 'em come finished Fog
horn" with characteristic nonchalance.
"Ah, re americana so brave, so beeg an
strong" sighed Carmencita, rapturously,
with coquettish toss of her pretty head,
evidently losing her fright under the
charm of "Foghorns assuring voice.
"You bet'cha," grunted "Foghorn," with
typical mascuinity, as he continued to eat
with healthy relish.
81 theenk join re show" declared Car
mencita, suddenly. "Will eet go way up
to Texas? My seester lives at San tonic
eyes, indeedy, it goes way up to Texas"
answered "Foghorn," an way up to Min
nesota too," he added. "How about this
Don Juan?" he asked, with ill-concealed
interest.
"Ah, Mr.. "Foggern," he max me seek.
He is so sil-lee. l no care for heem.
60 away sometime soon," replied Carmen
cita, dropping her eyes shyly.
"Sh buena, Carmencita, mia" began
"Foghorn,' in the polyglot Spanish COM
monty used dropping his voice to a sup
pressed tenderness, yet vibrating with
passionate ardor, II -"
"Dios! Bildoukie~ shrieked Carmencita,
whose eye had caught the glitter of steel
above "Foghorn's" head, as she raised her
face to acquiesce in the shower of pas
sionate phrases that were on the verge of
falling from his lips; then she swooned.
Recovering his natural wariness almost
before Carmencita had given voice to her
shrek of warning, "Foghorn" slumped
in his chair; simultaneously throwing up
his right arm; suffering cruel sidelong
cash, thereby, but, momentarily giving
pause to the attack of Don Juan. With a
sudden twist of his body "Foghorn" faced
his assailant dealt him a smashing blow
in the face with his uninjured left that
sent Don Juan sprawling to the floor, yet
he quickly recovered and made vicious
lunge at "Foghorn" with deadly bildoukie.
AT this juncture, the commotion had
aroused the curiosity of the patrons and
cred" the barkeep. Led by the latter the
small booth was suddenly filled; and in
the hubbub and turmoil cred" was thrown
between "Foghorn" and Don Juan, who,
crazed by jealous passion was bent on
homicide; but a "greaser with a shiv'
was a tasty morsel for "Red," who pro-
ceeded to administer terrible yet classical
beating to the hapless Don Juan, who was
helpless, though he possessed a much
feared weapon. In the shifted action,
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