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flushing; "‘Sutr “Mr. quiqkly, “I have'had no Santierra,” he paic‘ ing her hl'arity; ‘ clined to be as poliw band as he is to th ,_ __ -.... vvxuwlfl us we Drown lashes, and addedâ€"-“You have both been so kind to me." “Perhaps that is the reason,” said Poin dexter, gravely. But Mrs. Tucker refused to accept the suggestion with equal gravity and began to laugh. The laugh, which was at first frank, spontaneous, and almost childlike. was becoming hysterical and ner- vous as she went on, until it; wee suddenly checked by Poindexter. _ "I am sure I don’t know what you mean,” she returned with a. slight tram: voice. “I had no idea you were 1301 good terms. I thought you were! Its ‘ awkward.” “’ithout coquetry and un aoiously she raised her blue eyes under lids until the clear pupils (:0ny and an hid themselves in the comers ni Hm 1m "Then my business does no with him‘!’ Bald Poindexter, coolness, as Mrs, Tucker turm what mystified face toward him you [anything to say to me 31 prigate?" _ VVVVV l w"... chUlD. nor sue thought she loved him nowthe more deeply, because, although she was not reconciled to his absence, it seemed to keep alive the memcry of what he had Lean before his one wild act separated them. She had never seen the reflection of another woman’s eyes in his; the past contained no haunting recol- lection of waning or alienated afl'ec 'ion; she could meet him again, and clasping her arms around him, awaken as with a troubled dream without reproach or explanation. Her strong belief in this nude her patient; she no loose: saught to know the particu- lars of his flight, and never dreamed that ht!‘ passive submission to his absance was partly due to a fear that something in his actual prosaic: at that momrnt would have destroy- ed that belief {or ever. Yet she hai thought of the husband who had so cruelly wronged her lees feverishly, less impatiently {ban befpre. For she Ghana”. -LA I4~ _‘ _.__..uuv vu- Dur'ine this time Don Jose had become a. frequent visitor at Los Cuervos, bringing with him at first his niece and sister in a stately precision of politeness that was not lost on the proud Blue Grass stranger. She returned their visit at Los Gates. and here made the formal acquaintance of Dan J ase’s grandmotherâ€"a. lady who still regarded the decrepit Concha as a giddy muehnaha, and who herself zlittered as with the phosphor- esc nee of refined decay. Through this cir- cumstance she learned that Don Jose was not ‘ yet fifty, and that his gravity of manner and Bedatenesw was more the result of fastidious isolution and temperament than ymra. She couli not tell why the infumation gave her a ieelwg of annoyance, but it caused her to regret the absence of Poindexter, and to won- der, also eomewhat nervously, why he had lately avoided her prefi nee, The thought that he might tedoing so irom a recollection of tht inuenooes of Mrs. Patterson caused a little tremor of indignation in her hot pul~ see. “As if â€"” but she did not finish the sentence even to herself, and her eyes filled with tears. we had no ditficulties with Dan J oae rs,” he said, somewhat coldly ignor- hllarity: “but perhaps he is not in- 9 be as polite to the friend of the hue- he is to the wife.” Poindexter!” said Mrs. Tucker, her face becoming pale again. 3g your pardon,"ea.ld Poindexter, . LIL“; Meanwhile the winter rains had ceased. It seemed to her as if the clouds had sud- denly one night struck their white tent: and stolen away, leaving the unvanqu ished sun to mount the vacant sky the next morning alone. and possess it thznceforward un- challenged. One aiternoon she thought the long sad waste before her window hfill caught iome tint of gaycr color from the sunset ; a. week later‘she found it a blazing landscape of poppies, broken here and them by blue lagoons of lupine, by pools of daisies, by banks of dog roses, by broad outlying shores of dandelions that ecafitered their lavish gold to the foot of the hills, where the green billows of Wild cats carried it on and upward to the darker crest of pines. For two montis she was dazzled and hsvildered with color. She had never before been face to face with this spend- thrift Cilit’omian Flora, in her virgin waste» fullnessâ€"her more than goddesslike p-o- digality. The teeming earth seemed to quicken andthrob beneath her feet; the few circuits ofa plough around the outlying corral were enough to call out a jungle growth of giant grain that almost hid the low walls of the hacienda. In this glorious fecundity of the earth. in this joyous renew- al of life and color, in this opulent youth and freshness of soil and sky it alone re» mainedâ€"the dead and sterile Pastâ€"left in the midst of buoyant rejuvensscence and resurrection, like an empty churchyard skull upturned on the springing turf. Its bronzsu adobe walls mocked the green vine that embraced them. the crumbling dust of ts court yard remained ungermx'nating and nnfruitful ; to the thousand stirring voices without its dry lips alone remained mute, unresponsive, and unchanged. TL. _;_ _ u. : F‘dâ€"_.-. The two man kept their secret. Mr. Ponndexter convinced Mrs. Tucker that the sale of L35 Cuervo: could not be eflected i the notoriety of her husband’s flight been fairly forgotten. and she was forced to accept her fate. The sale of her diamonds, which seemed to her to have realized a. singularly extravagant sum, en- abled her to quietly reinstate the Pattersons in the lienda, and to discharge in full ber- husband’a liabilities to the rancher-o and his humble retainers. A BLUE GRASS PENELOPE _v- n;va said Poipdexier, with ' pupils coy'lyaaiflsbfig the comers o_f the brown 1.17 - Tucker {argues her some 'know‘vivlgnt you both 1w BRET HARTE. CHAPTER V. D'on fgae had become a a. slight t'réfi'h: not seem to be In. "Or have about him in not on Its very uncon- nder her quiet simpleness of this in)] 1.0 revxve the mouruiz parents, but with we her beauty. and dam At about this tima a slight change in her manner was noticed by the few who saw her more frequently. Her apparently invincible girlishness of spirit had given way to a. cer- tain man-only seriousness. She applied he:- self'to her househ‘ 1 l cares and the impxove- ment of the hacienda with a. new sense of duty and a. settled earnestness, until by de- Mrs. Tucker's reply has not been recorded Enough that half an hour later Mr. \Veavu' appeared in the courtyard withtraces of tears on his foolish fame, a broken falsetto voice, and other evidence of manual and moral dia- Yeâ€"I don't Honest Iuj}; hand!” “when you’ve settled Eggs"; â€"I don’t mind renewing thi made ye, before Spencer eve Y I I. - - " a " J“ “" V wouldn’t give it to you right Without asking questions. \V it by detaul: if you wanted t: have to walk over the course Belle”â€"he drew his chair . “when vou’ve settled Arum-I “w m an uucomxortable state, no: knbwing jiat how you stand. There ain’t but one thing to do. Jisn rise up, quiet like. and get a divorce agin Spencer. Hold on! There ain't a Judge or jury in Cxli'nrnia. that wnulrIn'L "z", 2L 1.; V--- nu... vvusnoly. ue nanâ€"mu she re- member7~expeeted thisfrom the first. Spen- cer had lost his head through vanity, and had attempted too much. It required fore- sight and firmness an he himieifeâ€"who had litely made successful “combinations” which she might perhaps have heard ofâ€"well knew. But Spencer had got the “big head.” "As to that womanâ€"a devilish handsome woman, toolâ€"well, everybody knew that Spencer always had a. weakness t iat wayâ€"and he would sayâ€"but if she didn't care to hear any more about her, well, perhaps she was right. That was the best way to take it." Sitting before her, ‘ prosperous, weak, egotistical, incompetent, nnave‘lsble, and yet filled with a. vague kindliness of intent, Mrs. Tuckor loathed ‘ him. A sickening perception of her own weakness in sending for him, a new and aching sense of her utcér isolation and help] assnese, seemed to paralyze her. «. “Nat'relly you feel bad," he continued, with alarge air of a profound student of hu- man mture. “Nat’rally, nat'rally you’re kept in an uncomfortable state, no: knowing jist how you stand. There ain’t but one thing to do. Jisn rise up. auiet mm am! n» auty. and dange: Mr. Calhoun. Weaver arrived promptly ostentatioualy. tucularly. and cordiallyâ€" but a little coaysqu: _He hadâ€"did she re ~-_‘L A". Mrs. Tucker would have uttered a hasty reply. but the perfect and gcoi natured sxmpl city of Dona Clara withheld her. Nevertheltss she treated Don Jose with a. certain reserve at their next meeting, until it brought the simple minded Czstilian so dim- gerouely near the point of demanding an ex- planation which implied too much that she was obliged to rescue him temporarilv to his old footing. Meantime she had a bril- liant idea. She would write to Calhoun ‘Veaver, whom she had avoided since that memorable day. She would say she wished ‘ to consult him. He would come to Los Cuenoz. He might suggest snmnthinn m l “Ah, yes, a soldier of the law-â€" call an oficial de poliriaâ€"a chief 0 ms, my mater; but not a. gentlemm arero to protect a lady." "But Capt. Po’niexte fripnds,” said the am; “He is a. gentleman, and and an of‘fizer,” she warmth. Ulara. his younger sister. When Mrs. Tucker had politely asked after the ahrent DJn Jose, Dona 0mm wound her awarthy arms around the fair Americau‘s waist and replied. “But why did you send (or the abo- gaerPoindexter when my brother called?” but withrsucfi a fatal Poindexter was stnpafiei. Was this the woman who only four months 3.20 was al- most vindictively eager to pursue her hus- band's pan-amour? There cnnld be but one answer to itâ€"Dm Jose. Four months ang) he would rave smiled campasshuately at n: from his cynical pus-eminence. Now be man aged with difficulty to stifle the bitterness of his r3ply. le I am to believe that you brefrervrzr spend your leisure moments in looking after that creatpre than in calling bet-e? ’ "I thought I could be of more service b) you elsewhere," he replied, evasively.” I have been lately following up a certain clue rather closely. I think I am on the track of a confidante ofâ€"~ofâ€"tbat woman.” A quick shadow passed over Mrs. Tuck- er‘s face. “Indeed!” she said, coldly, “Then I’-_ A, "You want to say," she interrupted mol- ly. “that you are not friends. I see. Is that the reason you have avoided this house!” shggoytinued, genaly, .. uwu, uuuc, wnue n: at times to her eyes, was not Without a '501 we. In the sympathy and this impulse she went as far as mourning she haq worn for her nu. mmd. mu 1 n cues and the unprove- mienda with a. new sense of :tled earnestness, until by de- mht into it not only helf in- n." “‘4 A“: memo“. Why you’ll get you wanted toâ€"you'll just {I the course! And then. v his chair nearer her- ,Ln 1 .., _ ...v nu lthe door' way, who wav- but half~conpassionate 'm a. mum amounting of menu mlaluterpretmg wing thfivuofler I once; encer ever cama romd Bzhe, I swear I don’t ! you right ufl the; m earners}: ; there’s my 5tt .nnd has been a. so she added with E iexter fills as dné‘érf-I‘n'y amazed Mrs. Tucker. the lawm’vhat v01 â€"a chief of gendar gentlemanâ€"a cam well I “You kin bet your whole pile on what this Mrs. Capting,Baxterâ€"â€"ez used to be French Inez of N ew Orleansâ€"hcz told ya. Ye can take everything she's onloaded. And its only doin' the Square thing to her ‘ to say she hain't done it our. 0' no cussed- ‘ uses, but just to satisfy hersolf, now she's a married woman and past such foolishness. But that ain’t neither here not there. The gist of the whole matter is that Spencer Tucker was at; the tienda the day after she sailed and after his boat capsized." He then g nve a. detailed account of the inter- i view, with the unnecessary but truthful minutiae of his clues, adding to the particu- Iars already known that the foilowing week he visitei the Summit House and was sur- prised to find that Spanoer had never been he‘wasn't drowned, as P‘stttraou m swear toâ€"n0,cata Wu'm’ not a hair 'of him was hurt â€"bub1â€"-I was bun iled (if to the end uf the earth in Mexico, alone, withouta cmt to bless me. For,true as you live, that houni of a Captain. When he found, as he thought, the: Spencer wss uxbbad, ha just confiscated all his trunks and valuables and left me in the lurch. If I hadn’t met a. nun down there that ofl'ered. to marry me and brought me here I might have died there. 1 rcckm But I did, and here I am. I went down there as your hus- bznd’s sweetheart; I’ve come back as the wife of an honest mm, and I rack m It’s about square!" There was something so startlingly frank, 50 hopelessly self-satisfied, s0 contagioust go )d-humored in the woman’s perfect mor. a.l_ unconxclousuase that even if Mrs. Tucker had been less preoccupxed her relentmeut would haVe abated.;But her eyes were fixed on the gloomy face of Patterson, who was beginning to unloak the sepulchres of his memory and disinter his deeply buried thoughts. )ldier some V0“ _., man putting her own good-hum pretanion upon Mrs. Tubker’s ‘ “Now look here I I’ll tell you all Sue carefully select 3d t‘ie mmt cl chair. aud’ sitting down. lightly l hands in her lap. “Well, I lefa he 13m of lastJauuarv on the ship; ouhting that your huebiud woul shipjas: inside the heads. Tba. arrangement, but if anything ha] pravent him, he was to join me in Well! He didn’t come aboard, and ed witho 1t him. But it appears :1 abtemp: to join the ship, but his capsizad: ‘Tnere nowâ€"don't be i the extravagant extremes of hop suggested by their words, there tiny: so grotesquely absurd in dramatic chorus that she with difi pleased a. hysterical laugh. ' That's the way to take it,” In be send the refiblleortriioh of was really shocking in the m the extravagant extrpmaa n4 Between the shock of meeting of her husband's guilt and the revel ition to her inexperienw, geaticu and appearance there _, ___. “flu-.5 a They belied at each 01.5w:- and than look- ed at Mrs. Tucker. Then both together rs- plied slowly 3111 in perfect unison. “That's â€"â€"whatâ€" weâ€"want -â€"- to â€"k now.” They seemed so aatisfiea with this efl‘ort 12th the] as deliberately repeated. “Yesâ€"t mt’s-w whatâ€"-weâ€"n antâ€"toâ€"know. ” moss, and set him on his Dad t'oomsnterey that very night." “Then where is he now?" said Mrs. Tuck- er. suddenly {going them. _,_ ...... .. 3.. Ar the frozan truth and I kin prove kin swear that when that nhexe man was sailin' outer the G Jlden oer Tucku was in my barroom; I that I fed him, lickored him, 1 boss, and set him on his Dad to that very night. ” ,l K. 7 ~._ ~_u n.1vlu AMMUL’ V“ ‘ peared to be intensified by the hilancy gi his companion. H a only sighed deeply and rubbed his leg with the rim of his hat in gloomy abstraction. “\Vell!-â€"go on. then,” said the woman laughmg and nudging him. "Go onâ€"in- troduce me-can’t you? Don't stand there like a tomb stone You won’t? W'ell, I’ll mnroduce myself.” She laughed again and "1|: don’t; lmk much like it did two years ago,” raid the stranger cheerfully. " You’ve improved in wondermllv.” _ Stifl‘eni‘ng slightly, Mrs. Tucker turned seaon served as a. reception hall, aha was surprised to see that Mr. Pfiterson was not alme. Near him stood awell dressed hand- some woman. gaz'uz about; her with good- humored admwntlon of Mrs. Tucker’s mate and'ingenuity. cut without road which in angles a mile sense of ann watched the vehicle appr.) later the serv terson would she entered 1 season it wed surprised to 1 , e. V -mu. m", make an embowered mausolenmxfth‘e past, or gaze abattacte lly from the J k’em bras- ures of hel' windows across‘the stretching a‘- marial to the shining lagoon beyond that terminated the estuary. She had a strange fondneisfor this tranquil mirro:.which under the sun 01' stars always retained the passive reflex of the sky above and seemed to rest her Weary eyes. She had objectei to one of the plans proposed by Poiuzlexter to re. deem the land and deepen the water at the embarcaderol as it would have drained the lagoon, and the lawyer had postponed the improvement to gratify her fancy. S) she kept it through the long Summer unchanged save by the aha. low of pmeing Wings or the lazv files of sleeping sea fowl. On one of these nfternonm a)". mun-MA _ of her condition to tl'giLle bschelors strange to the country. that she wan obliged to put it ofl'again. Her reserve and dignified man‘ ner cmaed others to mistake her nationality for that of the Sautierrae, and in “Dona Balla" the aimpie Mrs. Tucker was for a while forgotten. At times she even toga: it herself. Accuetomed now almost entirely to the accents of another language and the features of another race aha would sit for hours in the corridor, whose messive hronzed rhcloeure even her tasteful cxre could only make an embowered maueoieum 11f the past, or gaze abstracts fly from the dirk em bras- ures of her window. gov-nun nu. n+“-r-x.:_ _ u VA..va at the tienda the day after she Liter his boat capsized." He detailed Account of the inter- the unnecessary but truthful vunou: waiting to go on to the ragular which interaecbed the highway at right :5 a mile further 01. It was with soma 'of annoyance 9.111 irritation that she ‘ied the trespass, and finally saw the 19 approach the house. A few moments the servant informed her that Mr. Pat- 1 would like to see her alone. \Vben :tered the corridor, which in the dry 1 served as a. recantion hall. Rh;- um. was no Jam me in Acapulco. 2come aboard. and we saiL But it appears mw he did the ship, but his host was 3 nowâ€"don't be alarmedâ€" bextremes of hope ani fear heir words, there was noma- qaely absurd in the melo- , that she with ditficulty sup- rinnl lmmk and 1 kin prove it. For I ' when that nhexe voung wo- mter the G )lden Gate Spen- [n my barroom; I can swear , llckored him‘ give him a igjtlyLMIs. Tucker turne L'll tell you all abon is.” 3d the m;st comfortable iown. lightly crossed her Well, I lefn here on t le ‘ou the ship Axum; cal- ‘nuebmd would'j’oin the _: heads: T‘bat was our [load-bummed" Tubker’s exp;e An .. )W and the unei’pected perien :e, that in sug- :e there was hothmg n of that guilt; that the womanâ€"between meeting the pal-tn 3r ‘8 happaued to ligyd face‘ 'd the wo. give him a But that jghcly 3p: int 3:- '58 on. 7‘ ‘Itâ€"a --vâ€" u uuv 5am: ' "‘ ' 5 Left alone to herself, Mrs. Tuc her hands above her head with a interlocked her rigid fingers, at brought her palms down upon her face and eyes, pressing hard as i out all light and sense of light b She stooi thus for a moment mom silent, with the rising wind whisper out and flecking her white morni with gusty shadows from the arb: with closed eyes, dropping her han breast, still pressing hard, she slow them down the shapely contours 0 we to the waist and with another them off as if she were stripping some loathsome garment. Than sh quickly to the gntewsv. looked Even the readyTy eniile fended from Mrs. B ixter’s lips in. I she replied hesitatingly and submissively: “I thought you knew already that Spencer had given this much to me. I roll it no Dun Jose to get the money for us to go away with. It was Spencer’s ides H “You lie!” said Mrs. Tucker. There was :1. dead silence. The wrathful blood shit had quickly mounted to Mrs. BLXDQF’B cheek. to Patterson’s additional beâ€" wilderment fa led as quickly. S'le did not lift her eyes ags'n to Mrs. Tucker's. but slowly raising heme]; from her seat, said. “I wish to God I did lie ; butit's true. And it‘s true that I never touched a cent of the money, but gave it all to him!" She laid her hand on Patterson's aim, and said, " Come! let us go,” and led him a few steps toward the g unewayv. But here Patterson paused and again pressed his hand over his melan- choly brow. The necessity of coherently and logicnlly closing the conversation im- "Then you don't happen to have heard any- thing of Spencer ?" he said, and vanished with Mrs. Butsr through the gate. 1 , __ , , .r; A. » Even ‘tfi'e : B ther's lips submissively: that Spencer 10H it: co Dan to 20 ya.an She was standing upright and rigid, as if stricken t6 shone. _" command yo: to tell ma what this mean f-she said, turning only her blaz'ug eyes upon the wonun. this yer ranxh nearly Jose. and now youâ€"â€" ‘ Shop!" said Mrs. T chilled them. mmn?’ to him “Tnen mebbee you kin expl Lin too,” broke in Patterson with gloom mgnificance, “why he has bought up most of Spgncer’s debts himself. and parhaps 'ou're satisfied it isn’t to hold the whip hand of him and keep him from coming back openly. Pr‘aps you know why he's movin'heaven and earth to make DJn Jose Santierra. sell the ranch, and why the Don don't see It at all.” “Dm Jose sell L33 Cuervos I Buy it, you mzanf“said Mrs.Tucker. "1 oflered to sail It 4A Li... H “v uv keen to hunt me up at first. shadowing my friends and all that,and why has he dropped it now he knowsr I’m here, if he didn’t know where Spencer was?" “I can explain that” interrupted Mrs. Tucker hastily, with a. blush of confusxon. “Th at isâ€"Iâ€"â€"” ,, 1 ,. Mn. Baxter looked at Patterson without speaking. Paterson replied by a long lugu- brious whistle. “I don't un lerstan i you, "said Mrs.Tncker drawing baek with cold dignity. “You don‘t?" returned Mrs. Baxter, “Bless your innocent heart] Why was he so keen to hunt me up at first. ahm‘lnwinn my "Impossible! He w0' Mrs. Tuckgr muddy: But Mrs. Bsxter‘s ready laugh somewhat rudely dispelled the infution of Patterson's gleam “I rackon the only spirit was that which you and Spenczr consumed.” she mid cheerfully. “I don’t wonder yon’rea little mixed. Like as not you’ve misunderstood his plans.” Patterson shook his head. "He’ll turn up yet alive and kicking! L'ke as not then. Poindextsr knows where he is all the ‘ time.” I: should." He paused, and passad the flip of his hat acrOss his eyes. "The pie, you'll say is sgin it” he continued in the same tone of voiceâ€""the whiskey is agin it â€"a few cuss words that dropped from him, accidental like, may have bean agin it. All the sama they might :have bean only the little signs and tokens that it was him " n M--. u... use. In men â€"ma.t~5peacer Tuckerâ€"way dromnded in the boatâ€"the idea. ia"-â€"nhat in was no living man that km to me that night, but aspirit that kem out of the darkness -nd went back into it I No eve saw him but mineâ€"no ears hen-d him but mine. I reckon It Weren’t intended it should." He paused, and passad the flip of his hat acrOss his eyes. "The pie, You'll saw is spin it” he “Mum”; ;_ LL With the rising wind whispering with- l flecking her white morning dress isty shadows from the arbor. Then used eyes, dropping her hands to he; still pressing hard, she slowly passpd 1m“ 9L». “L.._Ji r V-.. .uun and ez that can’t be proved,” co Patterson, sinking his voice still "mebhee it’s accoruin’ to God’s laws Unsympathetic to her as the apeal always been and still was. Mrs. Tue] a vague chill creep over her that see be the result of his mmner more t words. "An! that idea is?” she sug wnh pale llpa. “It's this! Fust, I don‘t say it much to anybody but me. I've be these warnings afore now, ez 00min1 to folks ez hear them for themselves and I reckon I kin stand in. if it's tl of God; The i‘iea is thenâ€"that~S Tuckerâ€"way dromnded in the boa. idea. is"â€"nhat in was nn livlnn ~-- , _.. um, nus. Tucker felt the quick blood rush to her cheeks, slthoagh she knaw not why. But they were appa’ently satisfied with her ig- norance, for Patterson 'resumed, yet more gloumilv : “Then if he wasn‘t hidin’ here beknownst to you, he must haVuchanged his mind agin aui got awe; by the embarcadero. The on- ly thing wantin‘ to prove that idea. is to know how he got a boat. and what he did with the hoes. And thar's one more idea. and ez that can’t be proved,” continued Paterson, sinking his voice still lower, "meb‘)ee it’s accoruin’ to God’s laws." Unsympathebic to her as the speaker had always been and still was, Mrs. Tucker felt a vague chill creep over her that seemed to no H”. _......n A: - I'm a, God-forsaken idiot, butJI did come yer. Aud mebbe I‘m of a habitoaal 'Iumtiz. but thin calkilated you’d know it withou \Vich their eyes fixed upon Tucker felt the quick blond «r ‘eyes, pressing bani-g gs Vii {dial-nah :_LA “But why was this not told me before?" i said Mrs. Tucker, suddenly. “Why no: at the time? Why.” she demanded almost fiercely, turningI from the one to the other, “has this [12611 kept from me!" "I'll tell ye why,“ said Patterson, sink- ing with crushed submission into a chair, “When I found he wa. m’t where he ought to be. I got to lookin’ elsewhere. I knew the track of the boas I lent him by a. loose shoa. I examined, and found he had turned off the high road somewhere beyoni the lagaon. jist as ifhe was makin’ a bee line here." “Well,” said Mrs. Tuckar, hreathlessly. "Well," said Patteraon, with the resign- ed tone of an accustomed martyr, “mebbee I‘m a, God-forsaken idiot, but I reckon he dill come yer. And mebbe I‘m that much of a. habitoaal 'lnnati:. but thinking so, I calkiiated you‘d know it without tellin'.” “Y; LL LL 7 V . 7* - " '1 “WV” the shapely contours of her fig- waiet and with another crv cast 1'! she were stripping herself of ome gnrment. Tnen she Walked the gateway, looked out, re- le corridor, unlocsening and tak- vedfling-ring from her fingers as there, nor rey. terself, Mrs. Tucker raised her head with a little cry, rigid fingers, and slowly la down upon her upturned senâ€"as of light befrofirev a mqmen: motionless a ring from her fingers as she paused, then, slow- re-arrauged the chairs He \‘would have told me,” said had he ever sailed from Mmte‘ Tucker in a. voice that was this not told me before?" ker, suddenly. “Why no: at- ’hy,” she}. demanded almost uonn say It means 11; me. I‘ve heard of low, ez coming 011] for themselves alone. d. ” Come! lpa toward xon paued his melan. coherently 1_ upon ha" if it's the wili more than his she suggested ‘8 her. as and In all ages pac reminded of thei meat enabled the them without a: mantion of the which now greet in vzmous outre perhaps they m, from antiquity an phers. who s:u menu enabled the busy or the lazy t them without extra. trouble. We mantion of the peripatetio advert which now greet our eyes on street in various outre and ridiculous ga perhaps they mzy have had thei from antiquity and the paripabatic phérd. Who studied and dismsse sawed theories while parpetually pt We wish for God. to; We wish for love for th; [San Francisco Ingleside The one thing which World is that dreadful qu‘ A child's questioJings sex-ions supply the chief’s buns for that cation. How I hate an Irish woman. E the whole atmosphere. She brea the air; and leaves one gasging‘ 'breath, I have a morbid love of truth. It is man I know. It; is evenislsa Jo use a microscop when all others employ a field.gla.ss. There is a wide distill :tioa between and the intelligent disJussion of character. There is an element of the ridiculous in ; man who is graceful at all times and in 31 places. gossi woman who sough to his wants said hand in his, “I col pay you.” ’ The same spring a. breath of war swept ever a foul decaying quagmire of the winter land before which such passing deeds as these were blown as a vapn'. It called men of all rank and rendition to baitle for a. nation‘s life, and among the first to respond were those boyish hands had been placed the nation’s honor. It returned the epaulets to Poindex- ter’s shoulders, witu the addition of a double star, carried him triump Iantly to thefront, and left him at the end of a summer’s day and a hard won fight snralv mmm LJ A u scar, carried him triump lautly to thefront, and left him at the end of a summer’s day and a hard W021 fight soraly woun led at the door of a. Blue Grass farmhome. And he woman who sought him out and ministered ;-L: r Mrs‘ "en: u... "UL provement begun by human agency. had they done their work than by (at a. week only a. few scxttered white remained glittering on the surfaze quickly drying soil. But they a bones of the missing outcast Spence erI * __..-.â€" ....u 615V” 2: [ ed the spot where the crumbling z ‘ of the cam had returned to the 1 that gave it. The channel was d6! lagoau was drained until one ev magic mirror that had so long re weary waiting of the Blue Gtaas lay dull, dead, lusrreieqehan op: mire of noisome coxupbion ani d put away from the sight of man ft min sp)t the crowsâ€"4113 titulir t L15 Cuervoxâ€"aasemblad in tumuii grass, coming and going in mysterh or laboring in thick and writhing 1 if they were continuing tha wn _~_ “vuvguuu uue 0X~ fer. With the full control of the land, C;pt. Poindexter’s improvements, so indeli- nitely pmtmned. were actively pushed for- ward. The thick walls of tha hacienda Were the first to mela away before them : the low lines of corral were efl'aced, and the early breath of the sum ner trade winds sweptun- interruptedly across the now leveled plain to the embarcadero, where a newer struct- ure arose. A more vivid green alone mark- nrl Hm. D's-sit -â€".Lu7 The "Perhapv Vin oze way she has never left him. Dun J 030," said Poindexcer signific mt~ 1y. Don Jose's face flushed, b1: he returned carelessly, “And the rancho ~â€"naturally you willAnot buy It now?" "mm. w alrelfly on her way to her old home in Kentucky, where she still hoped to be able by her own eflorts to amass enough to dis :harge her obligations to him, “She does not spank of her husband~this woman,” said Don Jose, scanning Poindex- ter’s face. " I: is posaibla she rej )ins him, eh?" ' .7..â€".. vxunklfl I like a child. Whefil he ret would be already on her w home in Kentucky, where 311‘ be able by her own efforts to to dis :hanze her nhHannn-.. L uuclvui no n1m,to whom shenow knew she was indebted for them. She could not: thank him for what his habitual generosity impall- ed him to do for any woman, but she could ._ on. .u vv uuu d It; seemed” briefer and col: neither. It; reminded Poindext had again decgived her, she m mg out with reape‘ muat know that a. n auca of his courtesy "S 10 has gainad 1: word of mine,“ 33. "Right or wrong, I to you, I have as mm of betraying my seer coldly, as he took a pocket and hanied i Only that in upon L33 C1 tude for his "Sol find you here. Ah said passxo lately, prolluci: his bosom. “LOJkI Do you Lmk how you keep your co Jand adjusted the gay colored rugs thud! draped them ani quietly re-entersd her chamber. Two days afterward the sweating stead of Capt. Poindexter was turned loose in the corral. and a moment later the Csptain en- tered the corridor. Handing a letter to the ‘ dtcrepit Concha who seemed so be utterly disorganizad by its contents, ani the few ‘curc words with which it was delivered he gazed silently upon the want bower, still fresh and redolent with the delicacy and perfume of its graceful o:cupmt until his dark eyes filled Winn unaccustomed moi- ture. Bit his reverie was interruptel by the mund of jingling spurs witho 1t, and the old humo: struggled back into his eyes as Don Juseimpesuously enterei. The Sp mi- ard started back, but instantly racovered himself. :99 PSOple seem of their wants ; AnthuithofAdvertising fomdexter co )lly f0: Lined a fewwords ofge ‘ucker, informing Dan nlv that inatant learn pou L33 Cucrvos. rem 0 s.udied 37nd :1 Met! While parpotu 31118 of the gym,“ Iugleside Reflectionsl _...-u. vu .id timidly as stié’len her told you I should live to re- [THE END 1 -- ~v 1 the sight. of man forever. 0n rowsâ€"the tituln‘ tenants of assembled in tumultuous cou- ind going in mysterious clouds thick and writhing masses, as continuing the work of im- ng my secret in this,” be 315621: he took another lefter from his 4 k..-_1_,1 :. . ~â€" a trouble. We find no ripatetio advertiscm ants .' eyes on street corners, d ridiculous garbs, but have had their origin the paripabatic philosa- lch most agitate: th< question of expense. )r He completes time that completes life.â€" ) , w luy nun me newer. 15 con- Yorda ot‘gantle dignity from Mrs ming DJfl Jose that she had 7am; leaned of his 15c cl Lima *rvos. tendering him her grati- eliczte intenu'uns, but point- reapeatful firmness that he at a. moment‘s furthé: aczept- theuy was imp )ssible. u'nad this knowledge ircm no 9,“ said Poindexter. calmly. 0113, I have kept my promise as much reason to azcuae you n“ mm. ,L 1 the crumbling adobe wélls :turned to the parent soil channel was deepzned the -J . - H A ' I __.. n u: m 5 for that c'hud's edn moment later the Cxptsin en- idor. Handing a letter to the ha. who seemed to be utterly by itg eoptcnts, 3111 the few ;uuarea wmte objects on the surfaze of the But they were the outcast Spencer Tuck- Oman. She occupies She breathes up an Swing. forlack of h which it was delivered be upon the vacmt bower, still olenl: with the delicacy and graceful o:cupmt until his (1 wizn unaccustomed moi- reverie was interruptel by 1gling spurs witho 1t, and the ggled back into his eyes as ‘uzmsly enterei. The Smni- 1150 have neededja and the adVerbise- the lazyvt') Eupply dmmsse-d their yually parambul- Iasium.â€"[Pbila. it to Dan J ase‘ a. Ahlâ€"itis W311 1"he o-luciug a lebter tram ID you call this honor? our compxczl" 031: the letter. It con- oipdexter Ithat‘aé F by the end of y 3-138 wet-ed 1 ministered {he left her a evening the g reflacted the was: Penelope oplque quag- 11 dacay to be aepced the of. 0? the land, "its. so indefi- Yi and then ‘. 80 well gpssip wrong 16?. but was the : th'e ope all my of.