The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-05-12

Roberta noticed that her host was
much more at his ease. now that their
| conversation had veered into new
channels. II occurred to the girl too
that Don Jaime Miguel Higuenes had
lived more In five minutes of his color.
FIJI life than had the last three genera
tons of Hacketts. And the Jackets
were a long-lived race.
"What gainful occupation. II any.
does Mr.. Latham practice now?" Don
Jaime asked Roberta.
HE plays the stock market"
with success. | hope"
| He has always been very success
| full until recently. when he lost prac-
tically everything he had-Or at least
he would have lost it without the aid
of some people who love him. We
| anticipate reverse in the market
which will pull him out. If not with
profit at least without terrific loss"
"My father loved your Uncle Bill,
even if he did shoot him in the heel
and disagree with him politically. i
would be glad to give my fathers
friend leg up. You live with your
Uncle Bill take it."
"I've been his ward and member
! of his household since my tenth birth
day. | have never known a wish he
hasn't FASTENED to crafty, at whatever
cost. SO, you see. now that he's old
and liable to suffer financial reverses.
ii is my duty to take care of him. and
for that reason my Uncle Toms estate
| comes to me somewhat In the nature
| of godsend."
| "One more reason why | should be
dealt with charitably in the matter of
| your deceased avuncular relative" the
| young man suggested humorously.
"Well, Wen pull you out all right on
the sheep"
! 81 understand the estate Is boarding
on you. Mr.. Higuenes
Don Jaime shrugged. "Es nada." he
replied. THAT is, the grass they con-
sumo doesn't amount to that" and he
snapped his fingers. "The knowledge
that am serving distressed lady is
a rich reward"
Two maids removed the empty soup
| plates and set the roast down In front
| of Don Jaime. "a wild turkey" he
| informed Roberta. Then he sharpened
| his carving knife on the steel and at
tackled the bird. dissecting 1t in a very
neat and scientific manner.
"Can you cook, Miss AntrimT
"Heavens. mop
81 had heard ii was lost art with
| the rising generation. I'm a rafting
good cook, myself. If do say so. Most
Latin males are. you know. / enjoy
cooking fish and game"
"How about boxing?"
"Great sport. have three vaqueros
who are paid five dollars a month
extra to box with me-"
THAT, | suppose" said Roberta dry
ly, appeals TO your Irish blood Are
you of religious turn of mind?"
"Well, | built a church in my pueblo
and | support a padre for my people.
| play the organ in my church and
I've rehearsed the choir until it's real
| ly rather good. You must come to
mass with me tomorrow and listen
to it."
"Why were you armed today? Do
you always carry that arsenal?"
"No," he replied soberly. 81 do not.
But of late | have felt that discretion
might be the better part of valor. You
see, | have been unfortunate enough
to make some new enemies recently
The last time went abroad unarmed
moe ia6 bopoa On a ctra+oho,,,
81 fear" the girl suggested, ''that
the Antrim sheep are proving to be a
source of embarrassment to you"
"Oh. not at all My enemies never
embarrass me, | assure you" He said
it so simply, so earnestly. so absolute
ly without brag or bounce, that Ro
, berta laughed aloud.
you are new note in life" she de-
clared. Mrs. Candy, do you not find
Don Jaime source of profound
amusement"
don Jaime, / must admit, is-dif.
ferent." Mrs. Candy replied guardedly.
I'm sure of 1t, Mrs. Candy He isn't
bit religious, but he is very charit-
able-so charitable. In fact. that am
certain he is obliging me, in the matter
of those sheep, at considerable loss
and nuisance and Inconvenience to
himself"
"Not at ALL" her host protested. IL
expect to collect from the Antrim es-
tate reasonable fee for my services,
to reimburse me for my outlay or In
| convenience"
Roberta had a feeling of helplessness
| in this mans presence, for he was q
new experience with her. She had
never met a man who remotely resem-
bled him-so ruthless, forceful and
| dominating.
Not knowing what to say, she
! was silent and attacked her meal.
When presently, her glance met
Don james again he was smil-
| ing at her. whereupon she itched
with a desire to pull his undoubtedly
Celtic nose HE has all the audacity
and assurance of the Irish and all of
| the ego of the Latin" she thought
what an indolent, semi-insolent
| glance he hasl And he isn't good
| looking at all. Still he isn't bad-look
| ing. He's just masculine and knows it.
All of his life he has been accus-
| toned to being high and low Justice
on this ranch; because these poems of
his kotow to him he thinks he can get
away with murder. He's just a Mex
lean feudal baron who has established
| his feudal sway just far enough north
of the border to make good with It."
as it possible for one to send a tele-
gram from your ranch. Mr.. Higuenes?"
| she asked.
Certainly. After dinner you can
| telephone your message to the office