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Sheets, Geo M. (ed.) / The Wisconsin literary magazine
Vol. VI, No. 1 (October 1908)
D. F.
Propinquity: The engineer and the Mexican girl, pp. 6-13
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PROPINQUITY anon, from a half dollar tin of "Lucky" at his side. Absorbed in speculation as to when he would be able to retire from the strenuous life and live comfortably in a bungalow kept spot- less by the admirable hands of a Mendocino County girl he knew, he paid small attention to the rambling discourse of Riley, the big, dry Irishman, and Franklin Blaine Kidd of San Fran- cisco, commonly called "The Captain" from a certain alleged re- semblance to his illustrious namesake. These two discussed Socialism, and the relative merits of double-barrel and repeating shot-guns; university education, and how long the job was going to last; the importance of Santa Cruz as a summer resort, and the effeteness of the East; Euro- pean travel, and the lamentable scarcity of prune orchards and school-ma'ams. And an infinite variety of other topics, but all in a friendly desultory way, unusual in camp. Animation, even in talk, was felt to be distinctly out of place. Cooney, the levelman, and Jim Morely, officially known as "Marker," and colloquially as "Stake Artist," lounged nearby, reading month old magazines and listening to the flow of words. Each pleaded guilty to a college education and evaded pointed inquiries as to what good it had done him. Inevitably the conversation drifted to the new cook who had arrived that morning. She was a dark-eyed, dark-haired, Span- ish woman, not yet old in years but with the stodgy heaviness which so soon overtakes the women of that race as a penalty for their early bloom. It was generally conceded that she was an improvement on the Chink who had departed the evening before, a bare yard ahead of the eager toe of the chief's boot, after some heated words on the sanitary value of cleanliness. Final judgment, however, was suspended until a more thorough test had been made. Experience had taught them the folly of hasty decisions; the new cook had been in camp less than three hours. "How'd you happen to get hold of her ?" inquired Jim of the Captain. "It was quick work. I was expectin' we'd have to
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