Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-05-13
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, exaltation on his face, and yet know
he has not the most remote interest in
the ultimate disposal of his immortal
soul. He killed by Uncle Tom and is
too honest to think of pretending to
me that he regrets it. This morning
he said he loved me-yet he has not
made love to me nor will he. I Won
der If that was just some of his Irish
blarney or his Castilian instinct for con-
veying compliments for their own sake.
He's a strange mixture, yet there IS
nothing complex about him. He thinks
straight. talks straight and acts straight
He couldn't dissemble if he wanted to.
oh. dear, I'm afraid wish had never
met him. He's one of those terrible
men one must take seriously"
The service proceeded. Roberta
reached her. Now, then, Bobby, do
your stuff"
She sang as she had never sung before
"See their eyes," Don Jaime whispered
as she sat down. 1.-The poor devils
They loved it. Handel's 'Where'er You
Walk isn't sung in our church, but
who here knows the difference, and
who cares? An encore, Bobby"
| She sang it. Then she sat through
Sermon in Spanish at the conclusion
Of which the padre, addressing Don
and that of his probrecitos to the Amer
lean senorita. Don Jaime translated his
message and a few minutes later she
saw him STOPPING over the lap of girl
and lifting therefrom an infant. He
carried 1t over to Roberta. MY SOON
to-be godson," he explained. Little
brown rascal. He's as fat as wood
chuck and when he grows up he will
be unenergetic, If not downright lazy.
Fall 30 Iay 4. III
Here comes the padre"
She watched him holding the stolid
infant while the sacrament of baptism
was administered; she marked the pride
and pleasure In the young mothers face
| at this signal honor conferred upon her
and hers. when, the ceremony over, Don
jaime kissed the infant and handed the
mother the customary largess. To the
| godmother, too, he made gift of
money: then, with paternal pat on the
shoulders of all concerned, including the
padre, he rejoined Roberta and to-
gether they walked back through the
pueblo to the hacienda. En- route women
curtsied to them, men removed their
hats and bowed, soft voices murmured
"BuenoS diaS, Don jaime" cur dogs
shifted his heels and grimy little hands
were thrust into his.
At the head Of the single street Don
Jaime looked back. "A contented
people," he declared Chilli peppers
drying on every roof and ample corn
for the tortillas; a tiny garden for
| onions and lettuce and beans; labor
| exchanged for bright calico and over
alls and gingham at cost at the ranch
commiSsary; no debts, no rents, no law
suits, freedom frsm a puritanical code
OF morals. Nothing to annoy them save
little labor for the man who exploits
them and pays them starvation wages
and who, when they are naughty, whips
them. Sometimes I could wish I, too
were a peon. Boil weevil and the
price of beef bothers them not, nor
taxes nor notes at the bank
mo Sheep" Roberta supplemented.
Speaking of which," he continued,
Eve will ride out and visit the woolies
| after luncheon, II you care for a ride.
We've kept holy the Sabbath forenoon
so let us enjoy the Sabbath afternoon"
ITO no continued