. A white umbrella in Mexico. d Marquando ! I asked, did heappear at the wedding ? No. That was the hardest part of the ladies were smuggled into thehouse, Don Palacio, by that time dec-orated with a straw mat and a sombrero,called Marquando aside. * Senor, hesaid with extreme gravity and deep pa-thos, * after the events of the morning itwill be impossible for us to recognizeeach other again. I entertain for youpersonally the most profound you do me the great kindness ofnever speaking to me or any member ofmy family after to-day ? Marquandobowed and withdrew. A few months
. A white umbrella in Mexico. d Marquando ! I asked, did heappear at the wedding ? No. That was the hardest part of the ladies were smuggled into thehouse, Don Palacio, by that time dec-orated with a straw mat and a sombrero,called Marquando aside. * Senor, hesaid with extreme gravity and deep pa-thos, * after the events of the morning itwill be impossible for us to recognizeeach other again. I entertain for youpersonally the most profound you do me the great kindness ofnever speaking to me or any member ofmy family after to-day ? Marquandobowed and withdrew. A few monthslater he was in Leon. The governor gavea ball. As he entered the room he caughtsight of Don Palacio surrounded by hiswife and daughters. The old Mexicanheld up his hand, the palm towards Mar-quando like a barrier. My friend stopped, After Dark in Silao 35 bowed to the floor, mounted his horse,and left the city. It cut him deeply too,for he is a fine young fellow and one ofthe girls liked him. We had crossed the open space and. were entering the city. Low buildingsconnected by long white adobe walls,against which grew prickly pears^ strag-gled out into the dusty plateau. Croon-ing over earthen pots balanced on smoul-dering embers sat old hags, surroundedby swarthy children watching the prepara-tion of their evening meal. Turning thesharp angle of the street, we stumbled over ^6 A White Umbrella in Mexico a group of peons squatting on the side-walk, their backs to the wall, muffled totheir eyes in their zarapes, some asleep,others motionless, following us with theireyes. Soon the spire of la parrbquialoomed up in the starlight, its outlinesbrought out into uncertain relief by theflickering light of the torches blazing inthe market-place below. Here Morganstopped, and pointing to a slit of an alleyrunning between two buildings and widen-ing out into a square court, said : — This is the entrance to an old patiolong since abandoned. Some years agoa gang of cutthroats used it to hi
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