The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-05-05

Man." Roberta FaItered.
must learn that promise must be kept
Understand? No matter what hap
pens. man must keep his promises.
It's costing you dollar to learn that.
and the lesson would be cheap at
double the money. Run along now
and wash your face and hands and get
ready for dinner"
Roberta caught the boys mothers
glance fixed on Don Jaime with q
sort of maternal alteration ''That
boy requires manhandling," Don Jaime
assured her. 'That atrophied leg
must be built up with exercise, but we
must proceed slowly. Good little lad,
Robbie, but his doting ma has given
him an imperfect notion of the sacred
ness of contractual relation. fined
him dollar, and that's might: hard on
Robbie, Dut"-he looked down at Mrs.
Candy with his kindly grin-"l have a
wire-haired fox terrier pup coming
for him tomorrow. If Robbie should
ever lose confidence in me I'd be out
of luck"
He poured cocktails and served
them. Ladies To your beautiful
eyes," he toasted, and added to Ro-
berta. And confusion to your old
Uncle Billv'
Idiot !" 4.oberta gasped. and stran-
| gled with laughter She had suddenly
visualized Glenn Hackett standing be-
side Don Jaime Miguel Higuenes and
| the comparison was-well, Roberta
| laughed!
To be called an idiot by ones guest
is not exactly compliment, neverthe-
less it bucked Don Jaime Miguel Hig-
uenes up considerably. "I've never
|, been called an idiot before" he re-
torted gravely. yet, for some strange
reason. l feel pleased"
Il didn't mean you. of course, Don
jaime" Roberta fastened to assure
him. 81 was thinking of somebody
else just then"
"An idiot?"
"On the contrary very intellectual,
splendid gentleman of my acquaint-
ance."
well, Pm glad you've pigeonholed
him at last, whoever he is. l don't
like him. And agree with you that
he'd never DO for Texas. Not fiex-
| ible enough. What sort of fellow Is
your Uncle Bill?"
"Oh, Uncle BIS human-very. He
was born and raised In Texas. Spent
most of his early life In this state,
| In fact"
"In what line Of endeayor?
"Cows."
ION large scale"
"Oh yes!"
81 should know him or of him, then
What's his last name?"
Latham. William B. Latham"
Don Jaime Miguel Higuenes set
| down his glass and stared at her. as
Uncle Bill slightly lame in his off hind
/ leg-just suspicion of limp"
"Yes. Do you really know my Un-
Gle Bill?"
mo, 1 do not. But my late father
knew him very well. They got into
an argument once as to which was the
best for the country-the gold stand
| ard or organs sixteen-to-One silver
| idea. Your Uncle Bill was an outcast
| In Texas, at the time being Repub-
lican. My father. of course, was a
| Democrat. In their argument they
waxed personal, and finally your Un-
Gle Bill called my father id an
archistic greaser. So my father
yelled: 'Hurtoo! Faugh-a- ballagh +
and hit your Uncle Bill on the nose and
canted 1t five degrees to the south
east. My parent then ran to his horse
to get his gun, which he wore In a
! pommel holster, and on his way there
your Uncle Bill shot his hat off. This
was getting personal, so my father re-
taliated by shooting your Uncle Bill
| in the heel"
"why. Uncle Bill never told me about
that, Don Jaimel"
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