Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-04-08

I'll show you how to make some real
dough-"
The Border Nightingale toyed with
her fan.
"Mexacana-it is a YER bad place"
she unused. 1T should close. senior.
Rather than do what Is in your mind
little Dolores-she kills herself
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|NIoRwYCH got up. nodded care
wi lessly. and went out to see what
new moths had fallen into his net at
the Palace. Senorita Romero sank
back into her chair. eyes on her un-
touched glass Of wine.
At that moment the ivory god re-
warded the patience Of Johnny Pow.
ell. sitting alone In one corner of the
room, and rolling little sugar Jumps
across the table. The little singer
turned her head and regarded the
young American wistfully. He
grinned and pointed to the vacant
chair opposite him. In a moment she
had fiuttered. wide eyed, to his table
Amigo MIC. was it an angel OF
alone?"
IAN angel" said Johnny. in Mex
acana? Sister. there's only one angel
here, and I can't figure out why she's
hangin' around. 1 get my tips from
| the dice"
Dice" Her quick eyes beheld the
sugar Jumps. Before he could guard
them. one small hand took quick pos
session. On the upturned face of
each cube was a penciled heart
Johnny Powell grew very red
Just kiddin' myself" he explained.
Wanted to talk to you. but didn't
know whether you cared for home
Been shooting sugar Jumps six nights
now. and this is the first time 1 threw
the double house sign"
Senorita Romero yelled her eyas
under long lashes, and spoke with
difficulty because OF the beating OF
her heart.
Thou art Senior Johnnay Powell"
she pronounced, who have never
wrong a woman. and who have kill
| men who cheat They say that the
pobrecitas-the poor little ones at the
Palacio-those who wear the red rib
bons-they get the money from you
to go home when no one else will
give. You see. I know much
You sure do" admitted johnny.
I'm a bad muchacho. but guess l
amt what YOU would call rotten.
Who's been talking TO YOU"
Madam Double-chin. live at her
house"
The face of young Brayfeld's
gamekeeper hardened
What"
Nay, but thou must not look at me
like that. All, please. To me she
have been d mother, and have give
me the room that is next TO hers.
With her own hands one night. did
she almost strange the man who
would have"
She shuddered and concluded
Amigo wish that 7 was brave, and
could use the pistola too, yes"
The jazz orchestra blared into a
fox-trot, and the floor resounded ia
the pit-pat Of shoe and slipper. John
ny Powell looked at the Border
Nightingale.
Want to take a chance"
with You. senior? All, so gladly
She foated into his arms. and for
&c" precious moments forgot every
thing else in the realization o, a
dream that she had often conjured.
y
HITHERTO he had been a distant
L Sir Galahad. the one maiden
knight or Mexacana, whose phantom
she had summoned TO her aid in the
name OF womanhood. Now she was
actually in the shelter of his arms
and he had called her to his side
because Of sugar Jumps that showed
a pair OF hearts. TIE wonder of it
all was still in her eyes as they re-
turned to their table. AS for Johnny
he was young, and she was very
pretty.
Il have an aunt" she told him shy
ly, IAN aunt who have one time love
an Americana. He was an engineer.
and veree brave and handsome. But
he was kilr, and SO all her life Tia
Christina was veree sad, like me-"
Johnny looked incredulous.
Nay" she told him, Il speak truly.
The Romeros have once owned all
San Rey, but with the revolutions, it
go until there was nothing but my
voice to keep my father and mother
alive. Now they are dead. and Do
lores is alone. A little while now
and the Border Nightingale is no
more. The name itself means Sad
One senior May i keep thy Jumps
Of azucar?"
Johnny Powell studied the girl in
front Of him. Brayfield himself used
to say that the man did not live who
could stand at Johnny's table for five
minutes without having been CLASH
fed correctly.
Girl" said Johnny. Il was think
ing Of riding across the border to-
morrow on business. I'd like to bring
a little souvenir. Maybe a ring would
bring You luck-or is that rushing
things?"
The blood famed into the cheeks
Of the Border Nightingale. She low
cred her eyes
"Ah, amigo" she said softly-"if
thou would bring me a ribbon for
my HART
Sure III bring you a ribbon said
Johnny. What color would you like?"
Dolores studied the eyes Of Sir Gal
ahad.
1t must be blue ribbon she de-
cfded, "a most heavenly blue. For
look you-it is also the color of the
Virgin, who was most pure; and I