Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-04-23
THIRD INsTALLMENT.

THIRD INSTALLMENT.
SABBATH calm lay upon the
~ hacienda of Don Jaime Miguel
IN Hipuenes. lord of the Rancho
4 \ Vale Verde, Notwithstanding
the fact that it was not Sum
day. The splash of water in a
fountain, the occasional chirp OF bird,
the faint dfapason of insect movement
and the occasional complaint of a
distant calf lulled, rather than dis
turbed. the half-formed dreams of the
temperamental Don Jaime, where he
streatched in long chair on his cool,
red-tiled veranda and gazec out through
the arched entrance Of his patio to-
ward the distant, blue, serrated hills
where the United States of America
ended and the Republic of Mexico be-
gan. The smoke from a fragrant cigar
curled lazily around his dark coun-
tenance; from time to time he reached
forth to the little table at his side and
helped himself to a sip from high
ball
ST wonder" thought Don Jaime
presently, what is going to become OF
the Higuenes family"
The problem proving too much for
him. Don Jaime did that which all OF
his race do with the utmost ease and
without preliminary notice. He fell into
a gentle slumber. And while he slept a
man on honey-colored horse with d
dark stripe running the length OF his
backbone rode up to the hacienda
entrance. dismounted, dropped his relns
over his horses neck and strobe stlfdy
through the arched entrance and down
the flower bordered gravel walk to the
veranda, Observing Don Jaime at
peace in the arms of Morpheus, the
stranger removed full cartridge belt,
with two pistols, and hung his arma-
ment on one of row of huge spikes
driven into the Adobe wall of the
house. Quiently he drew another chair
tired body in 1t, sighed, caught sight Of
Don james highball, which was at
least three-quarters present, helped
himself to 1t and drank slowly and with
much appreciation.
That's good liquor" he murmured,
setting down the tall glass.
"You bet your sweet life that's
good liquor" Don famine murmured,
without troubling to open his eyes.
''Who are you?"
wake up, you lazy greaser, and see, F"
the visitor retorted.
Now that you speak in your
naturally loud, vulgar and irreverent
tone of voice recognize you. / DO
nave W 1OJhs AVN spun
perfect English, but the faintest clipped
accent denoted it was not his mother
tongue. He added in Spanish: wei
come to my poor house. 1t is yours,
Il don't want your poor house. All
desire is accommodation and food
for my. horse and myself until morning
and
Thou graceless one!" Don Jaime
murmured drowsily, but without offense.
But what else can one expect OF q
Texan!-and particularly Texas
Il have never been invited to your
DOOR house." the visitor complained. IT
Just come anyhow, and, of course, once
I'm here, you put the best face possible
on the matter and bid me welcome.
Besides I'm not q Texan. I'm Cali
fornian, and in California we have q
habit of asking thirsty man If he has
a mouth. Don't tell me, Jimmy, that
I've finished the last Of your pre-war
Scotch"
"You have. You finished it three
years : ago, you ungrateful animal, Z
Don Jaime retorted, adverting again to
English. "And that highball which
you have just pinched from me while ]
Slept is Irish, not Scotch, and reached
this country via Mexico. Irish whisky,
7 find, is not as changeable as the Irish.
In the national rush for Scotch, Irish
has been forgotten save by those few
discerning individuals who still entertain