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1 © 2ETALIATION. . ’ t Wo LINDINC Cy ea AN icizin Dyalhip \ Author of “Who Keep the Desert Law.” : ° LD Inez Chachalaka threw a pad made from gunny-sacking across | the back of the long-legged, one- eyed, lop-eared burro, swung a cluster of the beautiful grass baskets—in the weaving of which she excelled all other . members of -her tribe, the .Pimas—into place, and with much spryness, considering that she was well past eighty-six, mounting first on a convenient boulder, hopped astride the gray burro and kicked him in the ribs with her bare, bony heels. She was on her way to the trading-store | kept by one Brunson. She was out of coffee and sugar, and since she was now wealthy, thanks to the grateful if lawless Ben Mal. lock, she saw no reason for stinting herself. Coming back after her “shopping trip,” she suddenly stopped her mount and stared at something lying fairly in the middle of the trail. For a moment she could scarcely credit the evidence of these two faithful servitors, her eyes. Inez had a lucky streak that way—shé was forever finding something or some one— but a baby—a tired,. disconsolate, dirty little. Pima child of- the same sex as herself, sound asleep, with its absurd thumb stuck in its ridiculous slit of.a mouth—at least three miles from anywhere—it was too much for Inez! © Hurriedly dismounting, she approached the sleeping infant. No sooner had she touched it than the coal-black eyes flew open, the mouth followed suit, and from the “f- mite’s lungs issued a roar fit to wake the : dead.° Inez was appalled! Then with the swift instinct of woman the world over, without stopping to placate the wrathful small one, she picked it up, chuckling delightedly at the soft, yielding feel of the little figure. Something in the wizened old face evi- dently reassured the imp, for it ceased its howls as suddenly as it had commenced. Ir another instant it was chuckling back to the old woman. The entente cordiale had been established. How did she work it? That’s a mystery deep and unfathomable. But if Inez ever undertakes to make love to a full-grown mountain lion, it’s a safe bet that inside seven minutes, she’ll have him sitting up, rolling over, and playing dead! Some fascinating—Inez! She tried to pry some information from the little tad. And met with mighty poor luck. Either it didn’t know where it came from, or how it got there in the trail, or else with innate cussedness, it didn’t propose to tell. And it didn’t! | Really, Inez was just as well-satisfied. If she didn’t know ‘where it belonged, she couldn’t very well take it back. On the other hand, it wasn’t hers. Find- ings isn’t always keepings. All right then; she would advertise in the Pima Daily News Lost and Found column— _- something like this: _ Tearing a small wisp of cloth=from the toddler’s dress, she tied it to a bush in plain 129 9 OOK COMIUE pie teak ve aS aa RG at a allie ue ek, aia LER iia y rs ofl i : : . \s OH b= Nts , rm f ) Tio ha . ane * ; WE fee oy oe bp aes ad ee both. ;, ‘ . 0 ite’ EP vp Mi } Bex haat yp Ne ome NT th : ah Lo. he i 3 x ey ing eat o3 tt ist i LN 7 te REE Reg RT Ge i Po eg ] Som