Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-03-21

l-I told him. Il do not want large for
tune for carrying you and Teresa across
10 Tcrmini, pay me the just passago
and we shall part Irienos, u only
for Teresas sake wen he
was surprised. Re smiled that
dark smile of his, which may mean graf
itudc or murder He looked NJ Teresa.
She sprang up from her seat and let
h,r peaches fall from her lap on the
deck. She put her little hands on mine
the tears were In her pretty blue eyes.
sYou are q good man. she said. some
woman must love you very much! Yes
she said that. And she was rlght....
Our Lady be praised for 10"
And his dark eyes glanced upwards
with n deyout gesture OF thanks living.
| looked ut him with Il sort OF jealous
hunger gnawing ut nv heart. Here was
another self-deluded fool-a fond wretch
feasting on the substantial food OF a
pleasant dream.-a poor dnpe VINO BE-
lieved in the truth OF woman!
"You are happy man." l said with
forced smile, lyon have guiding
star for your life as well as Tor your
boat-a woman who loves you and Is
faithful? is it SOP"
He answered me directly and simply,
raising his cap slightly as he did so: =.
"Yes, Sign0r y my mother" "
I was deeply touched by this naive and
unexpected reply-more deeply than
cared TO show. A bitter regret stirred
in my soul,-why, oh why, had my
mother died so you.g! Why had !
never known the sacred joy that seemed
to vibrate through the franc ana
sparkle in the eyes OF this common
sailor! Why must l be forever alone,
with curse OF wOman's lie on my
life. weighing me down to the dust and
ashes of dcsolato despair! Something
in nv face must have spoken my
thoughts, for the captain said gently,
"Thc Signor has no mother?"
"She died when i was but a child"
/ answered briefly.
The Sicilian pulled lightly at his
cigarette in silcnce-the silence OF an
evident compassion. To relieve him Of
his friendly embarrassment, l said,
"You spoke of Teresa? Who is
Teresa"
"Ah, YOU may well ask. Signor! No
one knows, who she is; she loves Carmolo
Neri. and there all is said. Such
little thing she is.-so delicate! like q
f,am-bell on the waves; aud Carmelo
You have seen CarmelO, SignorY"
shook my head in the negative.
..Ebbene! Carmelo is big and rough
und black like wolf OF the forests, all
hair and fangs:-reresa is, well you
have seen q little cloud in the sky at
NIGHT, wandering past the moon all neck-
ed Nth pale gold:--tl.at is Teresa. She
is snail and slight u; child; she has
rip9ling curls, ald soft praying eyes,
ald tiny weak white hands, not strong
eAOugh to snap twig in two. Yet She
CHI do anything with Carmclo-she Is
tM& one soft spot Ia his life."
II wonder If she i, true to him."
Isuttered, half to myself and half aloud.
The captain caught up my words with
On accent of surprise.
"True to him? All, Djoi but the
signor does not know her. There was
one of CarmelO's own band, as bold and
handsome n cut-thrOat as ever lived
he was mad for Teresa-he followed her
everywhere like beaten cur. One day
he found her alone; he tried to embrace
her-she snatchcd o knife from his own
girdle and stabbed him with it, like
little fury! She did not kill him then,
but Carmelo did afterwards. To think
of u little woman like that with
such devil in her! 1t is
her boast that no man, save
Carmelo, has ever touched so much rs az
ringlet of her hair. Ay, she Is true to
the pity"
"Why-you would not have her
false?" asked.
NAY, nay,-for o false woman de-
serves death,-but still it is pity Te-
resa should have fixed her love on Car
melo. Such man! One day the gen.
darmes will have him, then he Will DC In
the galleys for life, and she Will die
Yes,-you may be sure OF thati ii gr,eI
does not kill her quickly enough, tlieS /,
she will kill herself, that Is certain!
She is slight and frail to look at aS
flower but her soul Is strong as iron. She
will have her own way in death as well
rs in love.-some women are made so,
and 1t is generally the weakest looking
among them who have the most cOur-
age"
Oar conversation was here interrupted
by one Of the sailors who came for his
masters orders The laxative skipper,
with an apologize smile and bow, placed I
his box Of cigarettes beside me where
sat, and left me to my own reflec-
lions.
was not sorry TO be alone. l needed
, little breathing time rest In
which to think, though my thoughts,
like new solar system, revOlvcd round
the red planet Of one central idea, ven
<eance. "a false woman deserves
death" Even this simple Slcilian mari
ner said so. ''Go and kill her, go and
kin her!" These words reiterated them
selves over and over again In my ears
ill / found myself uttering them almost
aloud. Ny soul sickened OF the contem-
Dlatlen Of the woman Teresa, the mis-
iress Of wretched brigand whose name
was fraught with horror, whose looks
we're terrific, she, even she, could keep