Trooper Tales — page 79: what you’re looking at

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The Wooing of Benito. vt tiny shack where a dark-eyed maiden lived. Now Silk Redmond did this to get even with himself and the col- lege girl. His heart was not with the little dark-eyed maiden, whose name was Marie, but far away in the northland. Redmond was not happy as he panted up the steep trail. The village of Corizel was in the valley below him, and the little Corizel River splashed down the mountain side, passed by the village and tinkled on toward the Rio Grande. No cavalryman dared enter that village toward which the river was spreading. Hideous la viruela was there—smallpox, the Americans called it. A quarantine hung over the whole valley. That was why Uncle Sam’s cavalrymen were quartered in the old banana-house, two miles beyond the village. | Marie had dark, Spanish eyes, cute smiles and ways, the prettiest of red lips and the tiniest of white teeth; but | somehow Silk Redmond was gloomy that night. He could think only of the other maiden away up in the northidhd, where the white faces and the great cities were —the maiden of the little college town, who would not write to him because he was a trooper. Together they stood, the trooper and Marie, in the ‘moonlight, in front of the highland shack. The great white cliffs rose up above them; and as they stood there with the white moonbeams resting upon their faces, Silk Redmond kissed the little dark-eyed maiden, because it was the proper thing for a trooper to do at such a junc- ture, Gomichooks:c