THE LITTLE TOWN OF THE GRAPE VINES 



bor? Besides, there is sometimes a point 

 of honor in these things. Jesus Romero, 

 father of ten, had a job sacking ore in the 

 Marionette which he gave up of his own 

 accord. "Eh, why?" said Jesus, "for my 

 fam'ly." 



" It is so, seiiora," he said solemnly, " I 

 go to the Marionette, I work, I eat meat — 

 pie — frijoles — good, ver' good. I come 

 home sad'day nigh' I see my fam'ly. I play 

 lir game poker with the boys, have HI' drink 

 wine, my money all gone. My family have 

 no money, nothing eat. All time I work at 

 mine I eat, good, ver' good grub. I think 

 sorry for my fam'ly. No, no, senora, I no 

 work no more that Marionette, I stay with 

 my fam'ly." The wonder of it is, I think, 

 that the family had the same point of view. 



Every house in the town of the vines has 

 its garden pldt, corn and brown beans and 

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