Capitol Hill News. (Capitol Hill, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, June 22, 1906 Page: 6 of 12
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CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
In vain does the bull-fighter seek to
close. The American is surrounded
by what seems to be a living wall of
fists, and every time Barcelona makes
a fierce lunge foiward, something
strikes him squarely in the chest, or
administers between the eyes a blow
that makes him see stars.
He realizes that the field is lost,
since these two men must be heavily
armed, and will not scruple to use
weapons if they are pressed.
The Mexicans engaged with Colonel
Bob have had most of their enthusi-
asm knocked out of them, and one by
one are shrinking away to nurse their
swollen faces.
True, a bull-like voice roars oaths
and endeavors to encourage the assail-
ants by the declaration that victory is
sure and near at hand; but the owner
is nowhere to be seen, since the wily
senor thinks too much of his comfort
to join in a melee like this.
Colonel Bob’s enthusiasm seems to
increase rather than diminish, and the
last brace of enemies who endeavor
to run amuck with him come to the
conclusion that they have struck what
seems to be a human threshing ma-
chine, so quickly are they doubled up
and put to sleep.
Grasping the situation, the Mexican
bravo gives up the battle—he shouts,
In a furious voice, “We will meet
again!” and then plunges into the ob-
scurity of the thicket, to escape fur-
ther punishment at the hands of the
American.
So far as enemies are concerned
the two comrades have won the bat
tie, but they are as yet far from safe
Of course Dick’s first thought con
cerns those for whom they waged war
"Pauline!” he gasr short of
breath.
“Here—safe!” comes the cheering
response, and the girl from New York
dawns upon his vision.
"And Dora?”
There is no need to ask that, since
Colonel Bob already has that unique
person in his arms, and loudly la-
ments the fact that he could not have
totally annihilated the little wretch
who dared to lay his hfud upon her,
which terrible threats cause the mis-
erable professor to shiver in his thick-
et hiding place rear by.
"How shall we get out?” demands
Dick, awake to the exigency of the
moment.
"In the same way I came in,” Bob
replies, promptly.
"How was that?”
“Wait until I dislodge that bellow-
ing senor from yonder uushes—I can’t
talk while he keeps up that shouting,
just as though his men were still at
us, tooth and nail.”
As he speaks Colonel Bob throws
his arm forward—there is a flash, a
report, followed immediately by a sec-
ond one.
The bellowing ceases instantly.
"Killed him?” says Dick, with a
sigh of relief.
“No such good luck,” returns Bob.
carelessly. “Hark! you hear him mak-
ing a bee line for the hacienda now.
No more howling from the Senor Lo-
pez at present. Come this way—here
you will see where I came in.”
“ The door in the wall I was look-
ing for.”
"I heard only what must have been
your last signal, though wondering
what ail the row could be about, and
guessing you had a hand in it. Now
we’ve left the garden of Morales be-
hind. What you see here is the La
Viga Canal.”
"How shall we get home? —we have
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no vehicle,” remarks Dick, puzzled for
once.
“There is a boat here—perhaps that
i w ill take us part of the way—the
i ladies at least. Ha! two boats—
we are in luck, It seems.”
Colonel Bob soon settles with the
owners of the craft, who live upon the
bank of the canal and take pleasure
parties to the floating gardens. The
boat can be left at a certain point—
money is paid over, and with the
moon wheeling into view, making the
scene very romantic, our four friends
start along the water way of the
Mexican capital, bound for the Hotel
Iturbe.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Clique of the Alameda.
The situation is one well calculated
to aronse thoughts of love—the soft
moonlight, the odorous night air, the
splash of the paddles, from which
drops of molten silver seem to fall
as they are raised from the water,
and, besides, the scene of danger
which has just been shared in com-
mon—these things bring loving hearts
closer together than ever.
Naturally, Dick allows his compan-
ion to draw ahead some little distance,
though keeping in plain right of each
entirely, and has had many opportuni-
ties of late to read the man to whom
her heart has gone out.
So she answers him in just the
same impulsive manner as that in
which he has told his love, tells him
that her heart has long been in his
keeping, that she believes in him as
she never dreamed she would in any
man, and that she is proud indeed of
the affection he ha3 declared for her.
So it is all settled, without any
great fuss, and in a business, matter-
of-fact way that seems quite suited to
such people. It would be folly to ex-
pect a quiet, undemonstrative man
to go Into rhapsodies when declaring
his affection for a lady, but at the
same time the manner of saying it
would convince one that every word
came direct from an honest heart.
Their fuiure looks rosy hued at
present, and yet no one knows better
than Dick that there may be some
rocky hills to climb before they reach
the goal of connubial bliss.
When the canal no longer serves
their purpose, they leave the canoes
tied up where the owners have direct-
ed them, and strike across a street
that will bring them to the grand
plaza.
It is nearly midnight, but the good
people of the City of Mexico have ap-
parently not even thought of retiring.
On all sides can be heard voices sing-
ing; or the sweet throbbing of man-
dolins that are touched by the deli-
cate fingers of dark-haired maidens.
The moon dispels one of the bug-
bears attending visitors to the Mexi-
can capital, darkness, and makes it
safer to move about. Our friends
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other. They are neither of them in
any hurry, as the danger is past, at
j least for the time being.
Tender thoughts are born of the
occasion—Pauline, on her part, feels
very near and dear to Dick, because
of the pertinacity with which he de-
fends her, and the manner in which
he watches over her interests—while
Dick has learned of late how very
precious Pauline Westerly has be-
come, and how essential to his happi-
ness.
She questions him eagerly—on his
part he answers with truth and deli-
cacy. Still she can read between the
lines, and knows that It was anxiety
for her welfare, and nothing else, that
has influenced him in his movements.
She hears how he took the place
of the driver, and laughs merrily to
think how he helped her into and out
of the coach with all the gallantry
of a French jehu, than which higher
i praise could not be bestowed. Gradu-
I ally Dick becomes fervent, the occa-
! sion is very promising, and he can-
not withstand the temptation to
| speak; so he tells his love in just the
j way any one who knows him well
would expect; plainly, simply, yet
i with an eloquence that sincerity of
heart alone can give.
Pauline is deeply thrilled by his
frank declaration, she believes in him
have no further adventures on this
night, but arrive at the Hotel Iturbe
at last, a street car taking them the
concluding few blocks.
When the ladles have gone to their
rooms, the best the house affords, as
becomes the girl who manages the
great El Dorado Mine, Dick and Bob
smoke and talk, and elevate their
feet on the railing of the piazza be-
low as true-born Americans alone
have the right to do.
Dick is not inclined to be confiden-
tial in matters that concern his own
private life, but with Bob It is another
matter; he feels that he has a deep
interest in his chum’s welfare, and
that if there has been an understand-
ing between Pauline and himself, he.
Bob, ought to know it, in order that
he may rejoice with his friend.
So Dick tells the fact in his terse
way, and owns up that Pauline and
j himself have had an understanding,
and are pledged to one another, upon
j hearing which the impulsive colonel
| springs to his feet, overturning his
chair, and clutches the expectant out-
stretched hand of his comrade with
the fury of a young avalanche.
“A thousand congratulations, my
boy; I wish you joy upon the occa-
sion. and may you see many of them;
that is, I mean, confound the luck,
| what do I mean? At any rate, you've
{certainly got the handsomest ani
! best, of course, barring one, girl in
Mexico, and may you be pulverized if
ever you give her occasion to wish
she’d never met Dick Denver.”
“Ditto yourself, Bob, old boy. Now,
sit down like a Christian, and let's
talk horse sense. Heaven knows we’ve
enough to talk about; that wretched
old senor persists in keeping It warm
for us, and I’m of the opinion he’ll
never let up until by accident or de-
sign he receives his quietus.”
“Well, he’s going to get it one of
these days; Bob Harlan has a marked
bullet in his revolver to-day that's
checked through to reach Lopez, and
as sure as you live, Dick, I’ll fetch
him. You look out for Barcelona—
when you fire at him, cut the third
silver button on his jacket to the left,
and you reach his heart.”
As the words are spoken, a dusky
figure that has been crouching in the
shadow of the piazza below their feet
hugs the ground more closely than
ever, as though the party takes this
threat as a personal affair He is
evidently there for no good purpose,
this skulker In the shadow.
When gentlemen talk about person-
al business they should be certain
that no eavesdropper hangs In the
shadow of the piazza.
They talk on in a disjointed way,
until a clock in a church near by
warns them that it is time they retir-
ed, if they mean to get any sleep. A
couple of half-smoked cigars fall near
the crouching figure, one actually
striking him in the face, at which he
gives a start, as though he has reason
for feeling a hatred toward Yankee
cigars.
After they had gone, he crawls
away, and as he rises to his full
height reveals the figure of the Mexi-
can bull fighter, Tordas Barcelona,
when the explanation of his hatred for
cigars is made manifest.
The day dawns.
It promises a fair and pleasant spell
of weather for this time of year, and
the Americans quartered at the
Iturbe profit by It. Pauline desires to
see all that is possible of the Mexican
capital during their limited stay. Dick
and Colonel Bob take turns in escort-
ing the girls around. They have other
work to do, which the one not en-
gaged in this pleasant task looks
after.
In the City of Mexico there are at
all times of the year, and particularly
during the winter season, numbers of
Americans to be found. It would be
an easy task to make up a fair regi-
ment, if all would enlist.
Among these men our friends work,
picking out one here and one there,
and using great care that the parties
selected possess the proper requisites
for such „ uasiness. A couple of
Mexicans are hired with the rest, as
they do not want to excite the anger
of the natives by what might appear
to be an invasion of a foreign band.
Every man is required to arm him-
self thoroughly, and their weapons
will be looked after before the expedi-
tion leaves in the morning. There may
be heavy fighting ahead, and Dick
Denver knows what it means to run
across the desperate bandits of the
Sierra Madres at home.
Then there are provisions, tents,
horses and numerous other things to
be secured. It is fortunate in the first
place that Dick is thoroughly at home
in all these things, and that he is sup-
plied with any amount of money,
through Miss Pauline, with which to
carry out her plans.
(To Be Continued.)
Impossible.
Miss Elder—Well, I maintain that
women can do anything that men can.
Mr. Gazzam—Oh, no. The auction-
eer’s business is one a woman cannot
go into.
Miss Elder—Nonsense. She'd make
every bit as good an auctioneer as a
man.
Mr. Gazzam—Just imagine an un-
married woman getting up before a
crowd and exclaiming: “Now, gentle-
men, all I want is an offer!'—Tit-Bits.
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