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 Copyright 1903 
 by W. H. Robinson. 
 All rights reserved. 
 
OBERT, do you know that 
 the Welles actually, actually, 
 have a Chinaman for a nurse 
 girl?" 
 
 "1 am sure there is nothing 
 remarkable about that." I re- 
 plied with cheerful prevarica- 
 tion. "Mrs. Dearsley has a 
 iPima Indian boy who not only washes the 
 jdishes, but also washes Mrs. Dearsley's hair." 
 'Impossible!" cried Catharine. 
 'My witness is unimpeachable," I rejoined. 
 *I had it from Mrs. Dearsley herself." 
 I We were sitting in the private dining-room of 
 the "Owl." The dinner was the epitome of 
 culinary art according to How Gee. and How 
 Gee was, on the whole, the best chef Charlie 
 Dick and Co. ever had. Nine months' resi- 
 dence in Arizona had quite reconciled me 
 to How's combination of Spanish, French, and 
 Chinese cookery, but Catharine, who had 
 I arrived only the day before, was disposed to 
 be critical. 
 
 *To think of your having to endure this nearly 
 la year," she said with a furtive look at the 
 flapping blouse of our Chinese waiter. **Cer- 
 tainly we shall keep house." 
 And that was what brought us to the question 
 that f ollovirs one to the uttermost parts of the 
 earth. Where ivould we find some one to 
 prepare our dinners, and who would wash 
 our dishes? 
 
 "It will be necessary," I continued, "to find 
 two girls somewhere. You must have a good 
 cook in the kitchen, and a responsible maid to 
 look after the front part of the house, and 
 relieve you of some of the care of Bruce and 
 Louise." 
 
"But where can they be found?" asked Catha- 
 rine, in dispair. 
 
 "Why not try Mexican town?" I ventured. 
 The suggestion was followed, and after a 
 iveek's diligent search we were rewarded 
 by the discovery of— Anita. 
 "She used to %vork for Mrs. Weston," said 
 Catharine, "and Mrs. Weston says she is 
 amiable and ivilling." 
 
 She w^as, and more. Her sponsor had been 
 much too modest in her recommendation. She 
 brought to our kitchen the graces of a belle of 
 Seville. She had a perfect olive complexion, 
 dark eyes, hair that might have belonged to 
 the daughter of a Castilian don, a gracefully 
 rounded form, and the dainty hands and feet 
 that are alike the heritage of patrician and 
 peon in the land of Manana; a voice that called 
 back the guitars of Andalusia, and a face that 
 fold of Moorish castles as well as Aztec 
 temples. 
 
 As an ornament Anita Acosta surpassed our 
 most sanguine expectations, but as a cook- 
 She could make good tortillas, fair chili-con- 
 carne, and impossible tamales. Beyond that 
 her skill did not attempt to essay. She talked 
 of enchaladas, but ive begged her to refrain. 
 Could she make bread? 
 "No puedo, senora." 
 Broil steak? 
 "No, senora." 
 Boil potatoes? 
 "No." 
 
 But ^ve discovered that, although she knew 
 but little of the art of w^ashlng dishes, she was 
 a master in the science of breaking them; and, 
 while she could iron clothes only passably, 
 she could steal them superbly. 
 
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During the first v^^eek of tier stay witli us slie 
 must tiave added to tlie wardrobe of tlie Casa 
 de Acosta enougli towels, napkins, sheets and 
 handkerchiefs to have fairly embarrassed it 
 ivith riches. 
 
 One afternoon she announced tearfully that 
 her maifsma was muy enf erma; that she must 
 go home at once, but would return at five. 
 Catharine noticed that even Anita's usual 
 plumpness had increased snost suspiciously 
 during the last hour. Catharine insisted on a 
 search; Anita's leave-taking could brook no 
 delay. Catharine is not large, Anita is not 
 small; Catharine under the excitement of the 
 moment, superinduced by Arizona traditions, 
 and the proximity of the family gun, produced 
 the latter, and a search was instituted under 
 some intimidation. As a result, half a dozen 
 doilies and Catharine's most treasured center- 
 piece w^ere saved for our future use, and lost 
 forever to the f an&ily of Acosta. Anita left In 
 tears. 
 
 The explanations and diplomacy necessary 
 to avoid the Issuance of a warrant against 
 Catharine on the charge of murderous assault 
 occupied my entire time for the two days next 
 ensuing the exit of Anita. 
 
 "Why not try a Chinaman?" I suggested, after 
 the storm had blown over. 
 "Never!" 
 
 "We might secure Colonel Wellcs's nurse 
 girl," I ventured. 
 
 I shall never mention to Colonel Welles, my 
 wife's reply. 
 
 For a v^eek v^e took our dinners at the hotel, 
 and Catharine prepared breal<fast and lunch- 
 eon herself; but the thermometer registered a 
 daily maximum ranging from 105 to 115, and 
 
I had to carry Louise, and so, on the advice 
 of Charlie Dick & Co., we tried— Tucic Hing. 
 Tucic's aprons were spotless, his charge ot the 
 kitchen was complete, and Catharine's respon- 
 sibility for things culinary vanished as if by 
 magic. The problem was solved. 
 It is true that Tuck left the house as soon as 
 the dinner dishes ivere out of the ivay, and 
 could be found at any time thereafter until one 
 in the morning sitting before "Senator" 
 Burke's faro bank at the "Palace;" but, as I told 
 Catharine, we could not expect everything 
 from a servant. 
 
 Hoivever, late hours, coupled with bad luck, 
 finally got on Tuck's nerves. 
 "What for you all time ivant eggs for break- 
 fast? I tell boy bring chops." 
 "No. Too ivarm for chops," entreated Catha- 
 rine. But we had chops just the same. 
 "Too hot bake bread. Get bread from bakery;" 
 and thereafter we ate baker's bread. 
 "No work for thirty-five dollars any more. 
 Hotel, he give me fifty." We compromised on 
 forty-five, and in spite of Catharine's protes- 
 tations kept the cook. 
 
 A few days later Catharine ventured into the 
 kitchen in search of a broom. Tuck's personal 
 clothing was a soak in the breadpan, and the 
 Chinaman w^as mixing cake in the dishpan, 
 w^hose condition may be left to the imagina- 
 tion of the reader; and ten minutes later a 
 forty-five dollar chef was looking for a 
 position as cook in a small family where the 
 bread vi^as bought from the baker, and the 
 vi^ashing ivas sent out. 
 
 "Robert," said Catharine, after a respite of 
 seven days, "I am going to try an Indian." 
 I made no reply, but was prepared for the 
 
worst. "Mrs. Dorrington has a girl from the 
 Indian School, and she says she is a jeivel. 
 I wouldn't expect one to be able to do much 
 cooking, but she could wash dishes, and 
 scrub, and launder the clothes. I'll try the 
 experiment, anyway." 
 
 Catharine went out to the Government Indian 
 School. "Yes," said the Superintendent, "it is 
 a vacation with us, and I think I can get you a 
 fairly good girl." 
 
 When I came home thaf night the experiment 
 was in the kitchen. I inquired of Catharine 
 what we should call her, expecting to hear a 
 name that was musical, and perhaps mystic 
 as well, wrhich a primitive and imaginative 
 people had used to clothe a poetic idea. 
 "She says her name is Mary Broivn," res- 
 ponded Catharine bluntly, "and she looks it. 
 But," she added, "if she isn't handsome, the 
 Superintendent says she is good, and she has 
 an arm like a blacksmith's." 
 Our education in Indian lore progressed 
 rapidly during the next few months, and our 
 traditions suffered. We had always read that 
 an Indian was stoical. So he is ivhen on 
 parade, but Mary would sit out by the fence 
 on summer evenings, gossiping with Mrs. 
 Dorrington's Maricopa Effie, and giggle by 
 the hour. 
 
 An Indian is popularly supposed to have very 
 loose ideas of ownership. I have heard it 
 stated that anything one may have in his yard, 
 and not nailed, offers an irresistible tempta- 
 tion to a perapetic aborigine, and that a red- 
 hot stove is presumed to present no insur- 
 mountable obstacle to an Indian of an acquisi- 
 tive disposition. Here permit me to aver that 
 neither Mary nor any of her race whom we 
 
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have employed, have ever, to our knoivledge, 
 stolen from us a single chattel. 
 Who ever saw In the pages of Indian ro- 
 manticists the portrait of an Indian vocalist? 
 But Mary could sing like a vaudeville star, 
 and whistle like a newsboy. 
 "Where, O where, do you suppose Mary 
 learned those songs?" asked Catharine in 
 amazement. It was a Sunday morning in 
 June; Mary had wakened with the dawn— it is 
 remarkable how early the dawn comes on a 
 June morning in Arizona,— we were trying to 
 sleep, and Mary was trying to sing, and 
 Victory was perching high on Mary's banner. 
 She w^as lying on her cot out in the yard, sing- 
 ing the popular songs of the last twenty years 
 with geological regularity, and she never 
 slighted a verse. 
 
 She started in the Archaean age with "Cricket 
 on the Hearth," then came the Paleozoic with 
 "Grandfather's Clock," and so on up through 
 "Silver Threads among the Gold," "After the 
 Ball," "Two Little Girls in Blue," "Sweet 
 Marie," "Dolly Gray," and "Hiawatha," but 
 praises be to Allah she drew the line on coon 
 songs. 
 
 TTic Pimas tell how, one day, when they were 
 at war with the Apaches, and the Pima braves 
 were all away, the Apaches raided one of 
 their villages; and while they spared the 
 children they murdered every squaw in 
 camp. Why their devilishness should take 
 this particular form had never been quite 
 understood. It occurred to me that Sunday 
 morning that if Mary's musical ability was a 
 conunon trait of Pima women, and if the 
 Apaches had ever heard them sing their action 
 was more than excusable. 
 
We afterivard learned that Mary would hear 
 a song, absorb the air, and then buy the music 
 and learn every word ol every verse; for 
 Mary had been at school three years, and 
 could spell out the words of a letter or story 
 fairly well. 
 
 Another accomplishment of Mary ivhich de- 
 serves special mention was her gum-chewing. 
 With her it was an art, and the culminating 
 point would be reached when she would bring 
 her jaws together with a snap, and the gum 
 would crack like a young cannon-cracker. 
 When she and Eft ie gossiped, every pause in 
 the giggles would be punctuated by a report 
 w^hich brought to mind the closing hours of a 
 Chinese New Year. 
 
 **Mary has too much to do," announced Catha- 
 rine one evening. 
 
 **Then w^hy don't you take her gum away and 
 send Effie home?" 1 essayed, with what 
 Catharine calls an ill timed attempt at levity. 
 **Now, Robert, be serious. She has too much 
 work to do, and you say every day that I need 
 a maid for the front part of the house. What 
 would you say to my getting another Indian 
 girl?" 
 
 "Well," I ventured, "a duplicate of Mary 
 would certainly harmonize beautifully with 
 the hall portieres." 
 
 "If w^e could get a girl who would be as good 
 to the children as Mary has been, we ivould 
 be very fortunate," retorted Catharine. Mr. 
 Blaisdale," she continued, "says there is a 
 Pueblo girl here, who has been educated at 
 Carlisle, w^hom he thinks we could get. She 
 is smart, well-educated, and pretty." 
 "Sounds something like Anita's reconunenda- 
 tion," I suggested. 
 
"You know Indian girls don't steal," replied 
 Catharine indignantly. 
 
 "Our Indian girls," I amended. "It's your re- 
 fining influence, Catharine." 
 "Then let us hope that Lilly, also, will reflect 
 my virtues." 
 
 There was nothing left for me to say, and Lilly 
 was sent for and arrived duly. 
 Mary was quite the average Indian, but Lilly 
 was exceptional. Her complexion was lighter 
 than most Indians, her features were regular, 
 and she carried herself well. She had the 
 abundant hair of an Indian, but its texture 
 was unusually fine. She spoke English 
 fluently, without the little pause between 
 words that is nearly always noticeable in the 
 conversation of the school Indian, and her 
 voice ivas loiv-pitched and melodious. She 
 had one trait rarely found in an Indian; she 
 was neat. This was all the more apparent 
 after three months of Mary, for neatness w^as 
 not one of Mary's virtues. Mary was evident- 
 ly so closely allied to the soil of her ancestral 
 desert that she could not long endure a 
 separation. 
 
 After a v/eek's trial Catharine announced in 
 triumph, "Lilly can actually see when there is 
 dust on the piano, and will wipe it off without 
 being told;" and, though unbelievable, it was 
 so. 
 
 Soon after Lilly was added to our household, 
 our next-door neighbor employed an Indian 
 boy to take care of his yard and stable. Juan 
 was a well built, good-looking Navajo boy, 
 who had picked up a Mexican name some 
 place, and who had the educational advan- 
 tages of tivo years at Albuquerque and one 
 year at the Phoenix school. His family had 
 
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large holdings of sheep and goats on the 
 Navajo reservation, and among the Indian 
 girls of the tov\'n Juan was held to be a most 
 eligible young bachelor. 
 
 We had noticed some time before that, in 
 matters of gallantry among the Indian ser- 
 vants, the girls were quite as apt to take the 
 initiative as the boys, and we observed that 
 Juan was often the recipient of mementoes of 
 tender regard from the hands of our girls. 
 Mary w^as the more ardent wooer, but her ad- 
 vances had not the polish and grace of Lilly's 
 attentions, and, as Lilly gradually seemed to 
 find more favor in the eyes of her hostler 
 brave, Catharine looked for trouble from our 
 Pocahontas of the kitchen. **You know hoi\^ 
 terrible Indians are in their jealousy," she 
 warned. 
 
 "Yes," I assented, "in novels; but among our 
 aboriginal Phoenix don^estics, Catharine, I 
 have never noticed that homicide or even 
 sanguinary assault is the necessary culmina- 
 tion of unrequited love." 
 
 And so it proved; for, after it became evident 
 that Lilly was the favored one, Mary accepted 
 her defeat like a Stoic pihiloscpher and re- 
 turned to her old habits, and chew^ed gum 
 w^ith Effie under the umbrella trees, and Lilly 
 wrent down to the Plaza band concerts with 
 Juan. 
 
 There ivas one thing which troubled us; while 
 our new? type, the school-educated li-adian ser- 
 vant girl, might combine a hundred virtues, 
 there was room for suspicion that, like Trilby, 
 she lacked one, and, aialii<i>iuyii as constant as 
 Penlope to him she loved, as long as conjugal 
 affection lasted, in case of a serious quar- 
 rel, affections w^ere transferred ivifh startling 
 
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facility. 
 
 "I don't believe Lilly is like these other girls," 
 said Catharine, "and I think that the regard 
 that she and Juan have lor each other is a 
 genuine love affair, and they ought to marry 
 each other in a civilized fashion." 
 I agreed heartily. 
 
 "That's just the thing," said Catharine with 
 warming enthusiasm. "We will give them 
 just as pretty a wedding as any one might 
 want. It ivlll be the salvation of Juan and 
 and Lilly, and have a splendid influence over 
 all these young girls." 
 
 It was a good idea, and I think I manifested 
 enough interest over it to satisfy even Catha- 
 rine, only I suggested that the principals in 
 the case might have something to say about 
 it themselves. However, Catharine had a 
 way of carrying out her undertakings and I 
 was quite prepared to have her inform me 
 the next evening that it was entirely settled. 
 "Whoivas it named the day?" I asked curi- 
 ously. There ivas no coercion about it, was 
 there. Catharine?" 
 
 "1 set the date, of course. Don't be silly. Of 
 course there was no coercion, and if there had 
 been it would have been entirely justifiable." 
 In spite of my apprehensions the courtship 
 ran the way true love should go. Juan and 
 Lilly were left pretty much to their own 
 devices. It w^as too warm for very ardent 
 wooing. After a succession of days when the 
 sun is so hot that it withers grass and flowers 
 and turns brown the leaves of the pepper 
 trees; when at night the clouds come up and 
 cover the sky in the vain attempt to bring 
 rain, and hold down the stifling heat like a 
 great blanket, it is hard for true lovers, be 
 
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their skins red or white, to bring their 
 thoughts higher than cooling drinlcs or ices. 
 It was part of Lilly's duties to help Mary with 
 the dinner dishes, but Mary w^ould usually 
 send her off, and tell her to go and find Juan; 
 and then Lilly w^ould array herself in a fresh 
 dress, and as soon as the sun w^as down, seat 
 herself on the Bermuda grass by the side of 
 the house, aw^ay from the trees, to get any 
 coolness there might be in a passing breeze. 
 Soon Juan w^ould appear, sometimes neatly 
 dressed in a pair of dark trousers, a blue 
 shirt, and a f fowling tie, and fairly clean; but 
 often, to tell the truth, looking rather dis- 
 reputable, and shoiving both perspiration and 
 Irritation, induced by the 114 degrees of 
 fahrenheit of the past few hours. 
 Sometimes they w^ould take a wralk. If they 
 had money they w^ould generally stroll 
 leisurely dow^n to the "Wave," and there 
 regale themselves with ice cream sodas, or 
 iced watermelon. Occasionally they would 
 stay at home, and sit on the kitchen porch, 
 swing their feet over the edge, and indulge in 
 a good deal of laughter and rough badinage, 
 not far different from that enjoyed by rustic 
 swains of our own race. Mary w^ould %vatch 
 these proceedings w^ith unmoved equanimity, 
 and occasionally join in their levity, and u^as 
 quite able to hold her own with them in rep- 
 artee, in spite of her limited education. But 
 %vhile the evenings were given over to rest 
 and recreation, as the time set for the u^ed- 
 ding approached, the days grew more and 
 more strenuous. In order to get the advan- 
 tage of the comparative cool wrhlch came w^ith 
 the breeze at the daw^n, the only hour of the 
 twenty-four urhen the stifling mid-sununer 
 
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heat of the desert nvas tempered, Catharine 
 and Lilly %vere up u^Ith the sun, and with the 
 aid of a seamstress were hard at work on the 
 trousseau. 
 
 I ivas afraid that Catharine ^vould make her- 
 self ill over the work of preparation, but she 
 seemed to enjoy it, and said I ought to be will- 
 ing to allow her at least one dissipation to 
 take her mind away from the heat. 
 A week before the appointed day Catharine 
 announced that the last stitch had been taken, 
 and that it was high time to begin the other 
 work of preparation. The ceremony was to 
 take place in the afternoon at five, a little 
 reception was to follow, and at seven a supper 
 to the Indian friends of the bride and groom 
 was to be served on the lawn. 
 As I attempted to explain matters to Juan, I 
 was not sure whether he was simply bashful, 
 or was becoming bored with the ivhole matri- 
 monial arrangement. 
 
 **Now, Juan, when people marry," I explained 
 gravely, "the friends of the bride— that's 
 Lilly,— provide her trousseau— that's her 
 clothes— and pay all expenses of the ceremony, 
 except that the groom— that's you— gets the 
 marriage license, provides a ring, and pays 
 the minister." 
 
 "How much money do I have to pay?" asked 
 the happy groom, his lace as Joyous as an 
 undertaker's. 
 
 "Any amount you wish," I replied cheerfully. 
 "You might talk to Dr. Gates about that. 
 Perhaps he will not charge you anything." 
 "I did ask heem," said Juan; "and he said he 
 would charge me five dollars." It was 
 evident that Dr. Gates was not going to allow 
 sentiment to stand in the way of frugality. 
 
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still I was somewhat Impatient at Juan's 
 solemn lace, and said, perhaps with some Irri- 
 tation, "Well, she is worth it. Isn't she? Lilly 
 Is the nicest Indian girl In Arizona, and you 
 ought to be mighty glad to get her; besides, 
 expenses of this kind only come once in a 
 lifetime." 
 
 Juan never smiled. "White men get married 
 more times. Judge Ross get married three 
 times," and looked actually saturated with 
 gloom. 
 
 I was getting angry. "Confound It, boy, what 
 difference does that make to you. You're only 
 to get married once now, anyway, and If you 
 are not ^vllUng to put five dollars Into It you 
 would better not get married. Lilly's mis- 
 tress has paid out a hundred dollars for her." 
 Juan's face ivas like the Sphinx, and I leit him. 
 1 did not detail the conversation to Catharine. 
 She had plenty to worry about as It was. 
 However, I talked it over with Juan the next 
 day, and he was much less funereal. 
 But 11 we were a little disappointed In Juan, 
 Lilly ivas a delight. She was in a flutter of 
 excitement from morning till night, busy at 
 something every minute. She was to take 
 entire charge of the flowers, and Catharine 
 declared that Lilly's taste was as good as her 
 oivn. 
 
 We all found plenty to do, and when the 
 wedding day came at last 1 did not pretend to 
 go down to the office at all, and accepted 
 meekly the position of porter and gentleman 
 in ivaiting on the bride that was to be. 
 Lilly did famously with the flowers. Sprays 
 of pepper branches, bright red bunches of 
 pepper berries, pink knots of La France roses 
 from our garden, and smilax and carnations 
 
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from California, under tier slcillf ul fingers did 
 wonders for tlie liouse. 
 
 Juan wasn't mucti in evidence. Wtien lie did 
 show himself he looked as though he felt that 
 his part of the performance was similar to the 
 place occupied by the fatted calf in the feast 
 to the Prodigal Son. 
 
 At four o'clock I discovered that he had for- 
 gotten all about the license, and sent him 
 down to the Probate Judge's office to get it, 
 and Juan sauntered leisurely doivn the street. 
 He was evidently taking an Indian's time for 
 it, for at quarter to five he was still absent. 
 Guests were arriving, the bride was getting 
 nervous, and the minister was cross. Mary 
 was the only placid person in the house. In 
 fact, for the past tivo days she had patronized 
 everybody connected with the ceremony, and 
 was evidently regarding it all with cynical 
 amusement. 
 
 "I will go and get Juan," she said with her 
 most stolid Pima air. 
 
 "Do," urged Catharine eagerly, "and for good- 
 ness sake be sure that he has the ring." 
 Five o'clock came, but no Mary or Juan. The 
 little French clock with the gilded shepherd- 
 ess ticked away thirty minutes more and still 
 they did not come. I had been standing at the 
 gate for an hour, and just as the clock struck 
 six 1 saw them turn a corner and come down 
 the middle of the street, hand in hand, both 
 giggling like school children; but by the time 
 they reached the house Juan had again re- 
 sumed the impenetrable mask of an Indian on 
 parade. 
 
 They followed me into the house without a 
 ivord. "What in the world was the matter?" 
 I inquired as they reached the parlor. "We 
 
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have been waiting for an hour, and began to 
 think you did not want to get married." 
 Juan looked gravely over the assembled com- 
 pany with all the expression ot a tobacco- 
 nist's wooden Indian. He seemed to appre- 
 ciate the tact that he occupied the center of 
 the stage; then with the inimitable speech ot 
 the school Indian, with a short pause between 
 each word, he announced, "I - am - married! 
 I - just - married - Mary!" 
 
 Everybody looked properly horrified, and 
 Mary giggled. 
 
 Catharine's face ivas white. **What does this 
 mean?" she demanded sternly. 
 Juan explained, and his voice was as matter- 
 of-fact as though he were telling how- he shot 
 a coyote or what he had for'dinner. 
 The reader will kindly insert the little pause 
 betw^een each word. "It would cost me five 
 dollars to marry Lilly, and the ring, and the 
 license. Mr.Landon" (the Probate Judge) "say 
 he marry me for two dollars. Mr. Gates make 
 me pay live. Mary said if I marry her she 
 pay the two dollars, and I could have her 
 ring— and I marry her," and Juan looked as 
 though he had done the only thing possible 
 under the circumstances. 
 
 I never saw Catharine come so near hysterics 
 in her life. She certainly laughed, and then 
 she cried, and then we looked over to Lilly. 
 I had been wondering while Juan was deliv- 
 ering his startling news whether he or Mary 
 ivould be the victim of her rage, and looked 
 cautiously to see that no knile or other pos- 
 sible weapon tvas within her reach. But Lilly 
 wasn't looking for a knife; instead, Mary was 
 offering an olive branch to her in the shape 
 ot tuti fruti chewing-gum, and Lilly was 
 
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accepting the same in the spirit in which it 
 
 ^vas tendered. 
 
 "I don't care," she said most nonchalantly. I 
 
 wouldn't marry a man as stingy as Juan any- 
 
 w^ay; besides, I've got my pretty clothes, and 
 
 another beau in Albuquerque." 
 
 "What will you do with your guests and your 
 
 supper, Catharine?" I gasped, noiv almost 
 
 beyond talking. 
 
 "The only thing there is leit to do," laughed 
 
 Catharine hysterically. "Feed one to the 
 
 other; but 1 am afraid our Pima has usurped 
 
 the place of honor. You know, Robert, victory 
 
 always did perch on Mary's banner." 
 
 "And where does Dr. Gates come in?" asked 
 
 some one. But Dr. Gates did not come in; Dr. 
 
 Gates had gone home. 
 
 Here ends "Her Navajo Lover," by W. H. Robin- 
 son. Pictures cut on wood by F. Holme. 
 Printed for the Bandar Log Press at Phoenix, 
 Arizona, December, 1903. 474 copies printed. 
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