The Coolidge examiner., 1933-01-27

youths of undoubted Aztec ancestry.
Without a word they fell upon Ro-
berta's baggage and slowed II In
the speed wagon, whereupOn the
driver of the sedan approached. hat
in hand and said:
"The senor Higuenes sends thees
car and the compliments of heem
to the senorita. Don Jaime tell to
me to say to the senorita he ees
ver' sorry he have make the bone
head play not to come before. JUS
now Don Jaime is YER busy weeth
wash heemself and make the shave
| for deener."
Roberta smiled at the naive
youths report and entered the car
with Mignon. 81 wonder what Davy
Crockett saw in Texas" she mused.
HE died for itl'
AS the party reached the summit
of low range square mile after
square mile of smiling green valley
lay outspread before them. Evl-
IDENTIFY their chauffeur was aware of
/ the beauty and comfort Of the
scene. for he stopped the car to
give them opportunity to enjoy 1t.
"All thees," he said with a wave
of his hand and proprietary air,
"belOng TO Don Jaime Miguel
Higuenes. Maybeso theenk two
hundred t'ousand acres In all.
Mira. senorita. On the mesa you
see the beeg white hacienda weeth
the red roof. That is the home of
Don jaime. He Is my good boss"
"You are very fond Of Don
Jaime?" Roberta queried.
HI. senorita. die for heem.
My father she's die for heeml !"
Roberta was impatient to see Don
Jaime Miguel Higuenes for whom
men died so gladly. She gazed
across the lovely valley and thought.
"All those poor. simple people are
sheltered under the mantle OF his
philanthropy. He is the master. the
gentle despot whose slightest wish
is their law. He is feudal baron.
! Roberta, you're trembling on the
brink of a great adventure. How
would enjoy having Glenn Hackett
meet and know a man like Don
Jaime Miguel Higuenes !"
The car rolled across wooden
bridges over irrigation canals: and
on the borders of distant field Ro-
berta saw long queue of teams
drawing mowers. Dozens OF hay
wagons were loading and stacking
the new-cut alfalfa hay: perhaps a
hundred men were raking and pill
ing it. The fragrance of the har-
vest came pleasantly to the girls
senses and 1t occurred TO her that
this valley had once been dry and
barren until metamorphosed into
vast garden by men of vision. cour-
| age and faith. To her IL seemed a
big, worthwhile thing to have done
something Homeric. There was
drama in it-poetry. too. She knew
no little man had done this, and
that none but big man could car
ry on with it And her impatience
to meet Don Jaime Miguel
Higuenes increased.
Assorted brown children, in vary
ing degrees of nudity, stared and
shouted at them; fat brown WON
en-. seated on door-steps or hanging
over fences in homely gossip. bowed
or curtsied; then they were through
the pueblo and rushing up a gentle
slope. through an avenue of olean-
ders. past great white barns and on
TO the ancestral home of Don Jaime
Miguel Higuenes. They halted un-
der a red-tiled porte-cochere. and
Mrs. Candy came out to welcome
them.
don Jaime begged me to present
his excuses for his failure to meet
you. Miss Antrim" she explained.
"He has been working cattle with
his men the past two days-they're
shipping from Vale Verde station
and Don Jaime has only just got
ten home and is busy making him.
self pretty. And this young lady
with you is"
MY maid, Mignon, Mrs. Ganby."
you are fortunate to have
brought her with you. Don Jaime
has Mexican or Indian maids-I
don't know which-to care for the
house, but until | came he had no.
body TO train them and everything
has been at skies and sevens. I've
been here about six weeks and am
gradually getting order out of
chaos. Do you speak Spanish, Miss
Antrim?"
Unfortunately, no."
1.-The servants understand nothing
else. l am studying the language
and am beginning to make myself
| understood. You have modern