The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-04-18
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faced the problem of what next to do. They hadn't spoken of 1t, even once, but the truth was that they were miserable with concern for Betty Mary, ana eacn man knew 1t in his heart. They got in Hopes car after supper and Hope, at the wheel turned 1t westward without so much as a comment. Nor was any, thing said about Betty when he roll- eu up on the bridge over the Rio Grande.
 "Senores" both men spoke, and added a formal salute, when they slowed down to pass the Mexican officers on guard at their end of the brideg. It was custom for officers of either country thus to pass back and forth, with mutual courtesy extended. The Mexican officials liked to visit in America; the Americans in Mexico. Both groups were known to one anohter anyway.
 Might stop up here on Cinco de Mayo street and get another cuppa coffee" Sheridan suggested. And look around some."
 They still hadn't mentioned Betty Mary. But she had been gone for almost "A hours and that much time can seem like a year. They ought to have arranged for her to telephone them or some thing every little while, Hope was thinking.
 They drove twice by the Mon- tezuma Hotel ana saw no sign of her. They parked then and walked up Cinco de Mayo, thence over on- to 18th de Septiembre, looking tentatively into every barroom, sa- loon, cafe, restaurant, hotel lobby, and curio store, two big American officers well aware that many a man and woman who hated them were on the streets at that hour.
 Still searching, they turned into The Place of the Sleeping Monk and all at once saw her!
 She was sitting at table alone. The two officers frightened in- stantly. They stalked to another table nearby and sat down, beck oning to a waiter. They had eaten heartily in Fl Paso, but they or dered another meal.
 Behind glass of iced aguamiel the strange sweet drink of Mex leo - Betty Mary looked at them in evaporation. The big boobs, trailing her like this! They'd give her away surely if they didn't stop it. She wanted to throw some- thing at them or kick their shins.
 She pretended new concern with her sketching pad, which she kept with her constantly now. Hastily she drew lines of a dancing maiden, trying to think the while. Hope and Sherry were eyeing her entirely too much. And, the sillies, they had plopped down just two tables away. She just knew some thing would happen when Luis Barro came in.
 She alternately slipped her drink and sketched. It helped cover her feelings. She watched the Americans eat chili and enchiladas. And she watched the front door, trying to think of something to do, some recourse.
 There was no time, however, to form a plan. She was just begin ming a new sketch when Barro himself came in, walking with his customary grace and swagger. He saw her instantly and smiled grandly.
 "Senorita!" he exclaimed. "I was afraid you might not keep the appointments! I am so luckee! I do not deserve"
 All at once he stiffened, seemed to freeze there. He had seen the two officers of the Border Patrol, recognizing them even though they were now out of uniform. They had dressed in ordinary West Texas style, which include wide hats of the cowboy type, common along the border.
 "Sit down, Don Luis!" Betty Mary urged. Certainly I kept the How could break a date with you? And I have been