The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-05-17


both with ease"
The burro. by dinf of walking a
while and then putting on a squirt OF
wild galloping. managed 60 keep In
sight as the sturdy mountain pony,
with that swift running walk Of his
put the miles behind US.
"a good horse. senor." said Pasqual.
In my ear.
AYE; I'm going to give him 20
you and Dolores-as a wedding pres
ent."
"Ah-senor
Indeed. He will help you put in
a crop of grain. Pasqual, and he will
help you harvest it OF a Sunday,
and sometimes of an evening. he will
If harnessed TO one of those light.
two-wheeled carts seen in the city and
purchased for a few pesos-carry you
and Dolores far. Your station I'm life
will he greatly enhanced thereby"
But the horse is a thing of great
value, senior, and you"
lis my life thing of small value
Pasqual. and did you not risk your
own TO save il? This horse is all in
my payment for your service; besides.
| am presenting him also TO Dolores. -
Now long silence fell between US,
to be broken by the grateful Indian
only as we entered the outskirts of
Cuernavaca:
"Will you go with me, senior, to see
Dolores; ii will be day long remem-
bered in our lives? Dolores will want
TO see you to thank you. would
have her happy"
II shall be pleased to know DO
lores; would tell her also of thy
service TO me. and of my gratitude.
Few men, Pasqual. are worthy"
We stopped before tiny house
with red-tiied roof and walls that
were pIastered and painted q rich
brown with border of red.
Pasqual whistled II was a pertecr
imitation of the call of the slate-gray
partridge
I'VE will wait-a little; eh. senor?"
"Yes, Pasqual; we will always
wait"
In five minutes the white front door
opened and figure came out, fig
ure in simple dress of golden brown
with purple mantilla over the
straight black hair She was small!
and slim, with the light and easy
grace OF a fawn; and, as she ran
swiftly into the arms of the brOnzed.
broad-shOuldered man who stood al
the gate, great longing possessed
ME, and my mind raced ahead to the
city-and. perchance, TO the lady
that would see before the sun had
set
With heads close. they talked to-
gether for half a minute In swift
liquid Spanish, then Pasqual turned
to me. "SenOr. this is Dolores"
But Pasqual MO-" she said. smf
ing, what do | call him?"
''PanchO." said |. giving the Span
ish for my Christian name.
She extended a hand, and | lifted
il TO my lips, bowling with all the
grace at my command.
For so small a service, Dulce mia"
said Pasqual. 1.-The senior has given
me money enough for our marriage.
and"
AS he had saved my life, Dolores,
the service was not SO small"
And for a wedding present." con-
tinued Pasqual. "he has given us the
horse, which will help US with that
little farm of mine. IL wanted him
to see you"
Now she turned to me again. She
touched my sleeve. ''Senor PanchO,"
she said softly, I'VE would like to
show our gratitude to thee" She
stood on tiptOe, and in the shining
eyes that studied my face with such
an earnest. chiidIike eagerness saw
a sudden mist of tears
Reading approval in pasqual's smile
my hands and kissed il reverently
"Gracias," she whispered. thank.
ing me.
So left them brave. honest, trust
ful PasquaI-whom | had tricked
most grievOusIy-and his lovely lit
tie Dolores. am not proud of that
questionable Bit of deception, get
have the consolation of knowing that
with the coming of the final test. Pas
quail showed me that be loved me for
myself.
met, on the street in front of the
Hotel MonteZuma, Lieutenant Bru-
giere; he who had suggested to Pas
quail that the old man mount the
horse
as il Francois?" said be, staring.
None other. Brugiere, and dryer
by far than the Sahara. | have come
many leagues; where is there good
drink
He put an arm over my shoulder
"A good drink is not TO be had this
side of our beloved Cafe Miramon
but an Indifferent drink may be OBJ
tanned from the fat Manuel, who sits
| yonder on the porch of his hotel like
an over-ripe spider waiting for a fly;
though that broad white turban on
his head gives him more the appear.
ance of Turk"
Hes not a Turk. Brugiere," said
1; hes Tartar; and the turban
| think, is a bandage."
AS we mounted the steps Manuel
| lifted himself from the capaciOus
chair with vast labor and repressed
groan of pain He held the massive
door open for US and then preceded
US to the bar, where he put out glasses
and a bottle or two. standing the
while, with fingers oufspread. as we
poured cur drinks.
Brugiere. who knows wines as every
man who has lived in Dion should
held his glass tor the light "A pity.