Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-10-10

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over it with trembling fingers until at last he
| clutched the fateful document Not content
with opening it and glancing at its text and
signature, he took it to the window.
at is the same" no muttered with a sigh OF
relief.
aOf course it is" said Mr.. Wood sharply.
@Thc papers arc oil thOre. You're a fool,
Victor Garcia!7
And so he was. And, for the matter OF
that, so was Mr.. Saponaceous Wood, OF coun-
rel.
Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned TO San
Francisco and resumed her work. A day or
two later she was joined by her landlady.
Mrs. F. has too large a nature to permit an
anonymous letter, written By her own hand,
| TO stand between her and her deIneanor 70 her
l;ttlo lodCcr. So she coddled her and 1attered
her and depicted in slightly exaggerated
colors the grief of Don Royal at her sudden
departure. All Of which Miss Carmen re-
| ccivcd in q demure, kitten-like way, but still
kept quietly at her work. In due time Don
Royary order was completed; still she had
leisure and inclination enough to add certain
touches TO her CHASTITY sketch of the crunO-
ling furnace.
Nevertheless, as Don Royal did not return,
through excess of business, Mrs. Plodgltt
turned an honest penny by letting his room,
temporarily, to two quiet Mexicans, who, but
for O bcastly habit of cigarrito smoking which
tainted the whole house, were fair enough
Iodeers. If they failed in making the &C
ouaIntance Of their fair countrywOman, Miss
De Hare, it was through that lady pre-occu-
patton in her own work, and not through
their ostentatiOus endeavors.
Miss De Haro is peculiar" explained the
polite Mrs. Plodsitt to her guests; she makes
no acquaintance, which l consider bad for
her business. If it had not been for me, she
would not have known Royal Thatcher, tho
great quicksilver miner-and had his order
for a picture of his miner
The two foreign gentlemen exchanged
glances. One said, "Ah, God! this is bad"
and the other, 1t is not possible" and then,
when the landlady's back was turned, intro
duced themselves with a skeleton key into the
then vacant bed room and studio Of their fair
countrywoman, who was absent sGetching.
Thou observest,' said Mr.. Pedro, refugee, to
Miguel, ex-ccclesiastic, that this Americana
is all powerful, and that this Victor, drunkard
as he is, is right in his suspicious"
"Of a verify, yes" replied Miguel, thou
dost remember it was Jovita Castro who, for
her Americana lover, betrayed the Sobriente
claim. 1t Is only with us, my Pedro, that the
Mexican spirit, the real God and liberty, yet
lives!'
They shook hands nobly and with senti-
mental fervor, and shen went TO work, i. c.,
the rummaging over the trunks, drawers and
p~orto-manteaus Of the poor little painter,
Carmen De Haro, and even ripped up the
mattress of her virginia. cot. But they found
not what they sought.
"Hhat is that yonder on the easel, covered
with q clothl" said Miguel; 1T is a trick Of
these artists to put their valuables together"
Pedro strobe to the easel and tore away the
muslin curtain that yelled it; then uttered a
shrek that appalled, his comrade and brought
him to his side.
in the name of God" said Miguel, hastily,
ARE You trying to alarm the houses"
The ex-vaquero was trembling like n child.
Look" he said hoarsely, "look; do you seel
It is the hand of God!' and tainted on the
floor.
Miguel looked. 1t was Garments partly fin
ished sketch Of the deserted furnace. The fig
uro Of Concho, thrown out strongly by tho
camp fire, occupied the left foreground. But
to balance her picture she had evidently been
obliged to introduce another-tho face and
figure of Pedro, on oil fours, creeping toward
the sleeping man.