The North Platte semi-weekly tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1895-1922, December 14, 1920, Image 2
NORTTI PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. 3 IXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXlXXlTlXXXXXXSXXXXXi w I ebster ftTTTTTT57rTTtXXT;rTTTTTTXTTrTXgrTIIXIXirXra 12 CHAPTER XIV. Continued. tie speeded the launch toward La Kstrellltn, and as tho crnft scraped In alongside the great steamer's com panion landing, her skipper ran down tho ladder to greet them am) Inquire eagerly of tho trend of events ashore. "We left In a hurry the Instant It started," Webster explained. "As Americans, we didn't figure we had ny Interest In that scrap, either way." Ho handed Dolores out on tho landing stage, tossed their baggage after her and followed; Don Juan took the whrel, and the launch slid out and left thorn there. At the head of the companion ladder Webster paused and turned for another look at Buenaventura. To the west tbrco great flres now threw a lurid light skyward, mocking an equally lurid light to the east, that marked the approach ' of daylight. Ho smiled. "Those aro the cantonment barracks burning," he whispered to Dolores. "Itlcardo Is keeping his word. He's driving the rats back Into their own holes." The weeks of clean living, of ab stention from his wonted dally alco holic ration, had Inspired In Don Juan Cafctoro n revival of his all but de funct Interest In life; conversely, In thoso stirring times, he was sensible of an equally acute Interest In So brantean politics, for he was Irish; and flabby Indeed Is that sou of the Green Little Isle who. wherever he may bo, declines to take a hand In any public argument. For the lovo of politics, llko the love of home, Is nev er dead In tho Irish. It Is Instinct with them tho heritage, perhaps, of centuries of 'op pression and suppression, which nur tures rather than stifles tho yearning for place and power. Now as Don Juan turned Leber's launch shoreward and kicked the motor wide open, be, too, descried ngalust tho dawn the glare of the burning cantonments west of the city, and at tho sight his pulse beat high with the lust of battle, the longing to bo In at the death In this struggle where tho hopes and aspi rations of thoso he loved wcro at stake. Two months previously a revolution would have been a matter of extreme Indifference to Don Juan; he would have reflected that It was merely the outs trying to get In, nnd that If they succeeded, tho sole benefit to the gen oral public would be tho privilege of paying the bill. Today, however, In the knowledge that ho had an opportuni ty to light beside whlto men and per chance even up some old scores with the Ouardla Civil, It occurred sudden ly to Don Juan that It. would bo a brave and virtuous act to cast his lot with tho Iluey forces. Ho was a being reorganized and rebuilt, and It behooved him to do something to dem onstrate his manhood. Don Juan knew, of course, that should the rebels loso and bo be cap tured, bo would be executed; yet this contingency seemed a far-fetched one, In view of tho fact that he had John Stuart Webstar at his back, ready to finance his escape from tho city. Also Don Juan had had an opportunity, In the hills above San Miguel do l'ndun, for a critical study of Itlcardo Ruoy and had come to tho conclusion that at last a real man had come to lib orate Sobrnnte; further, Don Juan hud hod ocular evidence that John Stuart Wobstor was connected with the revolution, for had he not smug gled Ituoy Into the country? It wus something to be the right-hand man of the president of a rich llttlo coun try like Sobranto; It was also some thing to be as closo to that right-hand man as Don Juan was to his master, Webster; consequently self-interest nd his sporting code whispered to Don Juan that it behooved him to demonstrate bis loyalty with every means at his command, even unto his heart's blood. "Who knows," he cogitated as tho launch bore him swiftly shoreward, "but what I'll acquit meself with hon or and got a flue Job undhor tho new administration? "Pis the mnsthor's fight, I'm thlnkln'; then, bo tho same token, 'tis John Joseph Cafferty's, win, loso or draw, an' may tho devil unm mo If I fall him afthcr what ho'a done for me. Sure, If Glneral Ruey wins, n crook av tho masther'a linger will make mo Jefe politico. An' If ho does hoo-roo I Hoo-rayl" With his Imagination still running riot, Don Juan made the launch fast to tho llttlo dock, down which ho rnn straight for tho warehouse, whero the Ituoy mercenaries were still con gregated, hustly wiping the factory grease from the weapons which had Just been distributed to them from tho packing cases. A sharp volco halted htm, ho pausod, panting, to And him self looking down tho long blue bar rel of a service pistol. "Who aro you, and what are you doing here7" the man behind tho weapon demanded brusquely. "I'm Private John J. Cnfferty, the latest recruit to tho Ituoy army," Don Juan answered composedly. "Who did 70 think I was? Private secreth'ry to that dlvll Karros? Man, dear, lo.wer Uir,1 mm at roore. ' l knows I'm -M By PETER B. KYNE Author of "Cappy Rick.," "Tho Valley of the nervous enough as It Is. Have yo something' ye could give me to flght wit,' avlc?" The man who had challenged him a lank, swarthy Individual from tho Mexican border looked him over with twinkling eyes. "You'll do, Caf ferty, old timer," he drnwled, "and If you don't, you'll wish you had. There's a man for every rifle Just now, but I wouldn't he surprised If there'd be a right smart more rifles than men be fore a great while. Help yourself to the gun o the first man thnt goes down; In the meantime, bop Into that there truck and keep the cartridge belt for the machine guns full up. You're Just In time." Without further ado Don Juan climbed Into the truck. A little clt ndcl of sheet steel had been built around the driver's seat, with n nar row silt In front through which the latter peered out. The body of tho truck hod been boxed In wjth the same material and housed two machine guns, emplaced, and n crew of half a dozen men crouched on the. floor engaged In loading tho belts. Four motor bicycles, with sturdy, specially-bull t sldo cars attached, and a machine gun In each sldo car, were waiting near by. togeth er with a half-dozen country' carts loaded with j ammunition cases and drnwn by horses. "How soon do we start?" Don Juan demanded anxiously, as he crowded In beside one of bis new-found com rades. "I believe," this Individual replied In tho unmistakable accents of an Ox ford man, "that the plan Is to wnlt until five o'clock; by that time all tho government troops that can be spared from the arsenal and palaco will have been dispatched to the fighting now taking place west of the city.. Natu rally, the government forces nren t anticipating an attack from tho rear, and so they will. In all probability, weaken their base. I bellevo that eases our task; certainly It will save us many men. Don Juan nodded his entire approval to this shrewd plan of campaign and fell to stufllng cartridges In the web belting, tho while ho whistled softly, unmusically, and with pufllng, hissing sounds between his snaggle teeth, until a Sobrantean, gentleman (It was Doc tor Pacheco) enme out of tho ware house nnd gave the order to proceed. They marched along the water front for four blocks and then turned up a sldo Btreet, which happened to bo the Calle do Concordia, thus enabling Mother Jenks, who was peorlng from tho doorway of 101 Buen Amlgo, to see them coming. "Hah I" she muttered. '"Enery they'ro comln.. The worm Is turnln'. 'Enery, They're Comln'." Encry; 15 years you've wyted for vpngeance, my love, but tod'y you'll get It." She waddled out Into the street and held up her baud In a gesture as nu thorttatlvo und Imperious as that of a traffic officer. "Batter-r-ry 'ultl" aho croaked. She had hoard the late 'En or' give that command often enough to have acquired the exact Inflection necessary to maae an impression uyou men accustomed to oMeylng such a command whenever given. Instinc tively the column Blowd up; some of the Foreign Legion, old coast nrtll lerlsts, no doubt, camo to a halt with promptness and preclHlou; all stared at Mother Jenks. "Ow ubout 'art u dozen cases o' good brandy for tho woundod?" Moth er Jenks suggested. "An' 'ow about bally old woman for a Red Cross nurso?" "You're on, ma'am," tho foreign leader replied promptly, and translat ed the old lady's suggestion to Dr. Pacheco, who accepted gracefali uuA thanked Mother Jenks In purest Cas tlllan. So a detail of six men was cczxzzzzxn man Giants," Etc Coprrlcht br Ftr D. Krn. told off to carry tho sir cases of brandy out of El Buen Amlgo and load them on the ammunition carts; then Mother Jenks crawled up ,lnto the armored truck with the machine gun crow, and tho column onco more took up Its line of rapid march. The objective of this unsuspected forco within the city was, as Itlcardo Ruey shrewdly suspected It might be, poorly garrisoned. Usually a force of fully 000 men was stationed at the national arsenal, but the sharp, sav age attack from the west, so sudden and unexpected, had thrown Sarros into a panic and left him no time to plan his defense carefully. Ills first thought had been to send all his available forces to support the troops bearing the brunt of the rebel attack, and It was tremendously Important that this should be done very prompt ly, In view of the lack of Information concerning tho numerical force of the enemy; consequently he had reduced the nrscnnl force to 100 men and re tained only his favorite troops of the guards and one company of tho Fif teenth Infantry to protect the palace. Acting under hastily given tele phonic orders, the commanding offi cer at the cantonment barracks had detailed 11 few hundred men to fight a rear-guard action while the main army fell back In good order behind a rail way embankment which swept In a wide arc around tho city and offered an excellent substltuto for breast works. This position had scarcely been attained before the furious ad vance of the rebels drove In the rear guard, and pending the capture of the rsenal, Itlcardo realized his opera- tlonH wore at an Impasse. Promptly ho dug himself In, and the battle de veloped Into a brisk nffalr of give and take, Involving meager losses to both factions, but an appalling wastage of ammunition. The arsenal, a' large, modern con crete building with tremendously thick walls reinforced by steel, would hnve offered fairly good resistance to the nverago field battery. Surround ing It on nil four sides was a rein forced concrete wall 30 feet high, with machine gun bastions at each corner and n platform along the wall. Inuldo and 25 feet from the ground, which afforded foot room for Infantry which could use the top flvo feet of the wall for protection while firing ver it. xnere was nui one entrance, heavy, barred steel gate which was always kept locked when It was not necessary to have It opened for In gress or egress. Olven warning of an attack and with sufficient time to pre pare for It. 100 of tho right sort of fighting men could withstand nn In definite siege by a force not provid ed with artillery heavier than an or dinary field gun. With a full realiza tion of this, therefore, Itlcardo and his confreres had designed to accom plish by strategy tl at which could not be done by the llm.'ted forces at their command. As the column approached the neighborhood of the arsenal, three de tachments broke away from the main body and disappeared down side Btreets, to turn at right angles later and march partllel with the main command. Each of these detachments was accompanied by one unit of the motorcycle mounted machlno gun bat tery with Its white crew; two blocks beyond the arsenal square each de tachment leader so disposed his men as to offer spirited resistance to any sortie that might be made by the troops from the palace In tho hope of driving oft the attackers of the ar senal. Having thus provided for protection during Its operations, the main body nominally under Dr. Pacheco but In reality commanded by the chief of the machlno gun company, proceeded to operate. With the utmost assurance In the world tho armored truck rolled down (he street to the arsenal en trance, nwung In and pointed Its Im pudent nose straight at the Iron bars while the hidden chauffeur called loudly and profanely In Spanish upon tho 8ntry to open the gato and let him In that there was necessity for great hurry, nlnce ho had been sent down from tho palace by tho presl dente himself, for machlno guns to equip this armored motorcar. The sen try Immediately called the officer of the guard, who peered out, observed nothing but tho motortruck, which seemed far from dangerous, and with out further ado Inserted a huge key In the lock and turned tho bolt. The sentry swung the double gates ajar, nnd with a prolonged and raucous toot of Its Horn tho big car loafed In. Tho sentry closed the gato again, while the officer stepped up to urn tho key In the lock. Instead, he died with half a dozen pistol bullets through his body, and the sentry sprawled beside him Tho prolonged toot of tho motor horn had been the signal agreed upon to apprise tho detachment waiting In a secluded back street that the truck was Inside the arsenal wall. With yell thoy swept out of the sldo street anil down on the gate, through which they poured Into tho arsenal ground At Sound of tho first shot at the gate, the commandants of the garrison, widen had been drawn up !n a touble rank for reveille roll call, realized he was attacked, and that iwlft measures were necessary. Fortu nately for him, his men were standing at attention at the time, preparatory to receiving from him one of those nnte-battle exhortations so dear to the Latin souL. A sharp command, and the little gar rison had fixed bayonets; another com mand, and they were In line of squads; before the autotruck could bo swung sideways to permit n machine gun to play on tho Sobrnnteans In close formation, the latter had thrown out a skirmish line and wcro charging; while from the guardhouse window, Just Inside the gnte, a volley, poured Into tho unprotected rear of the truck following tts passage through the gate, did deadly execution. The driver, a bullet through his back, sagged for ward Into his steel-clad citadel; both machine gun operators were wounded, and the truck was stalled. Tho sit uation was desperate. "I'm a gone goose," mourned Don Juan Cafctero, and ho leaped from the shambles to the ground, with some hazy notion of making his escape through the gate. He was too late. Two men, riding tandem on a motor cycle with 0 machine gun In the spe cially constructed slde-cnr, appeared In the entrance and leaped off; almost before Don Juan had time to dodge behind tho motortruck to escape pos sible wild bullets, the machine gun was sweeping the oncoming skirmish line. Don Juan cheered as man after man of the garrison pitched on his face, for the odds were rapidly being evened now, greatly to the pleasure of the men charging through the gate to support the machine gun. Out into the arsenal yard they swept, forcing the machine gun crew to cease firing because of the danger of killing their own men; with n shock bayonet met bayonet In the center of the yard, and tho Issue was up for prompt and final decision. Don Juan's Hibernian blood thrilled; be cast about for a weapon In this emergency, and his glance rested on the body of the dead officer beside the gate. T.o possess himself of the lat ter's heavy "cut-nnd-thrust" sword was the work of seconds, and with a royal good will Don Juan launched himself Into the heart of the scrim- Launched HlmMlf Into the Heart of tho Scrimmage. mage. He had a hazy Impression that he was striking and stabbing, that oth ers were striking and stabbing at him. that men crowded and breathed and pressed and swore and grunted around him. thnt the fighting-room was no better than It might have been, but was rapidly Improving. Then the gory fog lifted, and Doctor Pacheco had Don Juan by the hand; they stood to gether In the arsenal entrance, and the little Doctor was explaining to the war-mad Don Juan that all was over In so far as the arsenal was con cerned tho survivors of tho garrison having surrendered that now, having tho opportunity, he. Doctor Pacheco, desired to thank Don Juan Cafetero for his life. Don Juan looked at him amazedly, for he hadn't the slightest Idea what tho Doctor was talking about. He spat, gazed around at the litter of corpses on tho arsenal lawn, and nodded his red head approvingly. In an Incredibly short space of time the news that the arsenal had heen captured and that Sarros was besieged In the palaco spread through the city. The sight of the red ban ner of revolution floating over the ar senal for tho first time In fifteen years brought hundreds of willing recruits to tho rebel ranks, as Rlcardo Ruey had anticipated; these were quickly sup plied with arms and ammunition; by ten o'clock a battalion had been formed and sent off, together with the machine gun company, to connect with tho San Bruno contingent advancing from the south to turn the flank of the government troops, while the equipping of an additional battalion proceeeded within the arsenal. As fast as the new levies were armed, they were hurried off to re-enforce the hnndful of whlto men who had, after clearing the arsenal, advanced on the palace and now, with machlno guns from the arsenal commanding all ave nues of escape from tho trap wherein Garros found himself, were calmly awaiting developments, merely keeping an eye open for snipers. Tans the forenoon passed away. By oos. o'clock Qon Juan Cafetero who In the absence of close-range fighting had elected himself ordnance sergeant passed out the last rifle and ammuni tion. He was red with slaughter, slippery with gun-grease, dripping with perspiration, and filthy with dust and dirt "Begorra," ho declared, "a cpwld bottle av beer would go fine now." Then, recalling his limitations, he sighed nnd put the thought from him. It revived In him, however, for tho first time, since ho had left the steamer, a memory of John Stuart Webster, nnd his promise to the lat ter to report on the progress of the war. So Don Juan sought Doctor Pacheco In his headquarters and learned that n signal-man, heliograph- Ing from tho roof of the arsenal, had been In communication with General Ruey, who reported the situation well In hand, with no doubt of an over whelming victory beforp tho day should-bo over. This nnd sundry other bits of Information Don Juan gleaned nnd then deserted tho Sobrantean rev olutionary army qulto as casually as he had Joined It, to make his precari ous way down tho Calle San Rosarlo to the bay. CHAPTER XV. Throuehout the forenoon Webster nnd Dolores, from tho deck of the steamer, watched the city. By ten o'clock the sounds of battlo had swell ed to a deeper, steadier roar, and refugees arriving brought various nnd fragmentary stories of the fighting. From tills hodge-podge of misinforma tion, however, Webster decided that Rlcardo's troops were forcing tho Is sue with vim and determination, nnd since tho most furious fighting was now well In toward the heart of the city. It seemed reasonable to presume the struggle was for possession of tho arsenal and palace. At noon tho deep diapason of con flict began to slacken; by one o'clock It bad dwindled considerably, and at two o'clock Webster, gazing anxiously cltywnrd, observed Leber's launch coming rapidly out from shore. At the wheel stood Don Juan Cafetero; as the launch shot In under tho ves sel's side he looked up, searching for Webster's face among tho curious throng that lined the rail. "Who has won?" a voice called, and another, evidently a humorist and a shrewd Judge of human nature, re plied: "Why ask foolish questions? The rebels, of course. That fellow's Irish and the Irish are born rebels. Look at the scoundrel. He's blnck with gun grease and burned powder where he isn't red with blood. Tho butcher I" "Fnugh-a-ballagh 1" he shrieked. "We've got the dlvlls cornered now. 'Twill be over two hours hlnce." . Don Juan tied up the Inunch at the gangway and leaped up the lad der, three steps nt a time. "Glory be to God." he panted and hurled him self Into Webster's nrms. "I was In It I I was. I got back In time to catch up wit' the lads at the warehouse an' they were the fine, flghtln' devils. I'll gamble you. Och. 'twas a grrand bit av a fight whilst It lasted. They put me In tho motor-thruck, loadln' tho belts wit' cn'trldges as fast as tho gunners emptied thlm, but fnlth they couldn't keep me there. I got Into tho heart av the scrimmage In the yard nv the arsenal an faith 'twas well for that little Docthor Pacheco I did. 'Twas wurrk to me llkln'. I'd a ma chete" "You bloodthirsty scoundrel I" Web ster shook the war-mad son of Erin. "I told you not to mix In It. but to hang around on the fringe of the fight, nnd bring us early news. Suppose you'd been killed? Who wpuld hnvo come for us then? Didn't I tell you we hnd n dinner engagement In tho palace?" "Me on the fringes nv a fight?" sputtered Don Junn, amnzed and out raged. "Take shame for yerself, sor. There was nlver tho likes nv mo hung around the fringes av a fight, an' well ye know It" "I'm amazed that you even remem bered your Instructions," Webster rasped at him. "Sure, our division hnd cl'aned up nicely an' I had notbln else to do, God bless ye. They were beslegin' the pnlhce whin I left, an' small chance av takln' It for a couple av hours; what flghtln' there was on the outside wns street shootln' an" not to me llkln'." "Is It quite snfe to bring Miss Ruey nshore, John?" '"Tls safo enough at the notel Ma teo. We have tho city for half a mile beyant. In tho rear av them an' they're not flghtln' to get to the bay. Tho guards an' some av the Fifteenth Infanthry reglmlnt nro In the palaco an' tho cunrtel close by. an' thlm that wo failed to get In the arsenal have J'lned thlm. But tho bulk nv the Sarros army Is thryln' to break t'rough to the south an' west, to get tm the hills.- D'ye mind tho spur thrack thnt runs In a seml-clrcle nround the city? Well, thin, the reb els are behlnt the embankmlnt takln' If alsy. Have no worry, sor. Whin we've took tho palace we'll movo on an' dhrlve the vagahones from behlnt up to that railroad embankmlnt. where Glneral Ruey can bid them tho time av day." Webster turned to Dolores. "Do yon wish to go nshore?" She nodded, her flashing eyes bent In admiration upon tho gory, grimy Don Juan Cafetero, for she was half Irish, and In that amazing meeting Bho knew the outcast for one of her blood. "I think my brother will sleep In his father's old room tonlKtt," she murmured softly. "And I would sleep In mine." They followed Don Juan down tho gangway to the launch and sped back kto the city. Tho door of Leber's war House stood wide open; wllhtu wns a litter of grensy rags and brokea pncktng cases, with Leber, qulto myin tilled, sitting on n keg of nnlls an staring curiously at It all. Guided by Don Juan Cafetero, Web ster and Dolores passed on up tb Calle San Rosarlo. Occasionally a' bullet flred two or three miles to tha west, droned lnzlly overhead or dropped with n sharp metallic sound on tho corrugnted-lron roofs of a building. At tho hotel tho proprietor nlono wns in evidence, seated behind tho desk smoking In profound InUf ference. In responso to -Webster's eager In quiries for tho latest news from the front, the placid fellow shrugged and murmured : "Qulen snbo?" Evidently for him such stirring scenes hnd long since lost their novelty; the bloom wns off tho peach, as it wore. Webster went upstairs and helped himself to another automatic nnd sev eral spare clips of shells which ha had left In his trunk. On his return to tho lobby, Dolores saw what a very nearsighted person, Indeed, would hnve seen to wit: thnt ho wns not pleased to remain In the hotel and with tho spirit of adventure strong within him was jleslrous of progress ing still farther toward tho firing, In the' hope of eliciting somo favorable news as to tho progress of the flght She realized, however, thnt he would do his duty nnd remain with her In the hotel ; so she said gnyly: "Supposo wo walk out a little far ther, Caliph. Many of tho side streets will be ns safo and peaceful as one could desire, and If warfare should develop In our vicinity wo can step In to some house." "I do not like to hnve you run tho slightest risk " he began, but she pooh-poohed him Into silence, took him by the arm with n great nlr of camaraderie, and declared they should go forth to adventure but cautiously. Webster glanced at Don Junn. "Wo can go n half or three qunrters av a mile out the Calle San Rosarlo, sor," the Irishman answered. "After that 'twill not be a pleasant sight for the young I eddy an there may be soma shootln. Squads av the governmlnt throops took refuge In the houses an took to snlpln'. 'Twill be shlow wurrk roundln' the last av thlm up. Even afther the flght Is over, there'll be scatterln' shootln' scrapes all av tha night long, I'm thlnkln'." "At the slightest danger we'll turn back." .Webster announced, and with Don Junn Cafetero scouting the way n block In advance thoy progressed slowly toward the center of the dis turbance. Soon they passed a horse dead In the middle of the street; a little far ther on one of the machine-gun company, a lank Texan, sat on the curb rolling n cigarette with his left hand. He hnd a bullet through his right shoulder and another through the calf of his leg and hnd received no first aid nttentlon ; the flies were both ering htm considerably nnd he was cursing softly and fluently, like the ex-mule-sklnner he was. Farther on another white invader lay face down In the gutter; for him the flght had ended nlmost ere it hnd begun. In the next block half a doz en sandal-footed Sobranteans, In tha blue nnd red-trimmed uniform of the Guardla Civil, lay sprawled In uncouth attitudes, where the first blast of a machine gun had caught them as they rushed out of the police station to re pel the advancing mercenaries. Seeing that the main street of the city would assume even a more grisly aspect the longer they followed It Don Juan led Webster and Dolores a cou ple of blocks down a cross street nnd turned out Into the Calle do Hernan dez, parallel to the Calle San Rosarlo. There hnd been no shooting In this street apparently; as they proceeded not even a stray bullet whined down the silent cnlle. ' Four blocks from the government palace they found the narrow side walks of this quiet street lined with wounded from both sides, with a doc tor and hnlf a dozen of Rlcardo's hired fighters ministering to them; as they threaded their way between the recum bent figures they came upon Mother Jenks, brandy bottle and glass In hand, "doing her bit." "Hah I So here you are, my lamb," she greeted Dolores. "Dight-o. Just whero yer ought to be. Gor" bless yer sweet face. Let these poor mlsfor tunate lads see that the sister o' the new president ain't too proud to care for 'em. 'Ere, lass. 'Old up the 'ead o' this young cockerel with tho 'ole In 'Is neck. 'Ero, lad. Tyke n brace now! Ere's some o' your own people, not a lot o' blooraln' yeller bellies, come to put something else In yer neck soma thlnk that'll stimulate yer." The "young cockerel," a blond youth of scarce 20 summers, twisted his head and grinned up at Dolores as she knelt besldo him to lift him up. "Here, here, sister," he mumbled, "you'll get that white dress dirty. Never mind me. It's Just n flesh wound, only my neck has got stiff and I'm weak from loss of blood." Mother Jenks winked at Webster as she set a glass of brandy to the strick en adventurer's lips. "Glvo me a bit o' the white meat as my sainted 'En ery used to s'y," she murmured com ically. (To bo continued) Not a Continuous Quarrel. Tho little girl next door had coma over to play with Goldlo and, us usual, thoy were soon quarreling. Aunty was vexed at leaving h work to restore peace and angrily exclaimed: "I don't see why you wont to play together when you do nothing but quarrel an day long I" "We don't quarrel all day long, we has heaps of recesses In be tween scraps," earnestly corrected Goldle.