New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-12-11

| he beetatcG where TO 90. Here is the dining
room.' He entered long, low room. WITH
| bare tiled floor, lighted by one small WlHuo"
| almost covered with white Towering IcSSamihc
| There was long deal table, with piece oI
! dirty brown American cloth at one end. Wh'Ie
| two places were laid with common Whlte PiatTo,
| coarse tumblcr> crimy handled knives and iOrks
! AID spoons Mark wondered what had become
| Of the old family silver, of which he lad nealu
and strong and roughing il had no dlihculucS
| for him He rather enjoyed the experience, anu
wondered what was. comlrg next, Inc room was
| very dark; the whole EOus" was uaTk anu Il'
could hardly see the sonora. but ne h"u',"
| that she still Wore sort OF veil ana tn'I INC
| black gloves had not been taken OIL. PERHAPS
| that il Just rs we'll thought the young man
| plilosoplcally Jose Marin brought IN Il ParaWhc
| lamp that smoked and smelt horribly. men ne
popped down big basin OF ca,Hela: IN WHIT GniI
| oal,d islands Of grease IN n thlck ycli9w nun.
! jose Maria poured out The peer, "hlch vas
even viicr than tie caSucl4, ana jose
| Maria's own fair hands plgmpcd down , a nlt
phcr: he merely made up his mind that more
| than fair average Of the pToyermal peek ol
dirt would have 10 be eaten during MS stay
suddenly the old lady startled him by break
| ing the silence. ,.,
"Whcrc * the Ghost ?' asked Mark, calmly
You find oat for yourself, MARX Id,o l Tn1o an" b
Gun murlbling 10 himself as he served. m
y" She rests little enough in her grave. That
know none better than H. Then she gave
sudden chucklc and rs srGdenly grew grave
again. The Scnora said nothing. go
How LARGE is the farm. S,noi9?' by way OF
again breaking the silence. For thc ne OF niiii
Mark could not bring himself to call tie horrioie
o'' You Ti wait iii am dead, Mark Lairt-lcad
and buried and then find out for yourself ioa
arr Yot yct repeated jose Maria like ghostly
Sonora. You misunderstood me- | only wish
70 find a subject that interests YOU
Shut your mouth and say nothing Marx Lalrt'
You are fool rs your uncle WAS Eelorc YOU #,
"Caramba!" said jose Maria, unexpectedly
Shit Hif your mouth too, jose Maria, she cried
angriIy. DO You want to he ont there too
ont there, where the Senoritas ti8Nc Is a.
What must be- must be; but the Scnoiita WIS
lratng ola fo2I' Devils d don't n5 die irc old man.
"QHicn s2Ie no Ga haow yoG Su i,e o "Thats
What think of mysei-dctils don't dlc men
Ire put a fowl down before the Sonora, who caryyrd
it with an ease that oa OF siT "r dln Jinnrr
ond thof WAS more - Jerking her head up
ward, and looking lir> at Mark ana then All ,mc
dish The only thing that Marx found palttha-
Lio vcos thc fruit and il was delicious AMI aDund
Now smoke" said the Sonora; suddenly gcttins
Won ike ,;ool-niehtl' 50 Mark wont ont. ana
sat among the passon-flowcrs in the NcIahd'
for it was plcaSantcr than tin stufy luSH io',s
lie wished be could hear a littl" more IMAM we
C,rora seemed inclined Ia tel INN about hl' merit
ACE and he wondered how he could get hold "i
hi, unclcs will. and find ont what WIS Ic"n
coming to him. 80 as 20 take il and clear ont aS
East ~ he could. Then lie BEGAN 10 WoHucT
/ ahout the ScrrTit7. Certainly there was nv
terry concerning her. ard he sat ana si13heHS s
unused In the glorious moonlight. SuddrhN his
quick eye noticed Il moving shadow luSt %'lo"
the vclanda, which was raised several icct ABOVE
the level of the garden, ana was approachrl w
stcns He got mp and looked over, and there
with tie moOnshinc full on il, he saw the up'nrNc"
face OF a very beautiful woman, WIN strail2e
| 4f
shadow. In an instant Mark had vaulted over the
railing. and alghtcd in the garden below. blt
thn facc was gone. He hunted round, aHd ccuu
see nothing except that tiny door IN me nIlcS-
work below the vcranda was now tightly closed
and he could swear it had been half open when
he passed. it, on iirst entering me h3us sc;d 10 70
himself The poor Scmoria." He fanced he
heard soft sigh somewhere, but Nc sign "i
ghost was to he seen. In rev 1a.u" ,'o ,e
heard in the distant ratio thc Sen9Taf voice
calling angrilv. Jose Maria Jos" Narla you
old fool. 90 to bed You will bc sleeping too late
in the morning. Jose Maria
torinU footsteps: then they died away, ana he lt
another cigarette. ard sat watching III hopes INA.
b ,e crew tired and went off to bed. healthy and
sleepy and untroubled ny nerves: or ny IN" ueau
Scrorta or the living Scnor9 lbs p or,hia' ond
unracl<ine il by the light of the noon Whi'h
strcamcd in through the open window he SUD
dolly became conscious OF ne unc"hy , e,'imn n
o"ic,,v and distinctly saw to his surprise. in the
narrow window above the door. behind the ward
rosr the same beautiful sad face watching MN
II disappeared into the shadow when th'lr eyes
l'r 7 don't mind bcttinq' said Mark to himself,
" tbat tborc has been foul play here. | believe
tIc old demon herself murdered the Senorita'
Tbon he undrcsScd and went 70 he'd and slept
the drcamcSs sleep Of youth ana hcaitn, my me
last filing his eyes rested on that night' ana thc
first thing they saw in IN" mornlng-at hght
bathcd in silycry moonshine. In the mor'lng
glowing in golden sunshinc-was IN" whlIc s'ohc'
and the quaint mound Of the Scnorlta's grave"
The rcyt morning Mari; was awakened by the
sunlight that strca,ned in through the window
lie Jumped ND and began TO wonder about the
WAYS and means Of Tubing, and sailed lOrth III
uursuit of Jose Maria.
p" The old man was lighting mp the kitchen fire
when Mark explained his requirements.
,rn, aTam .j III, lust old dixie ma the ea 9ia pat
him with sort If faint admiration IN ms looks;
"Caramba! You are like him, too, PaiIoncitD' ana
he yes, he had the good heart. lie gave ino
good cognac, Ave Maria! how good 1t was to
warm up the stomach.
All right Jose Mara, you ana shali ,gct
along frst-rac, too, am sure. You go and buy
your flannel- the next time you 20 to town, ana
/ will see after the cognac There's something
for you
trembling with excitement, Ten dollars; ave
Maria. DO not tell the Senora God will will repay
you, Patroncto-God and the Blessed Virgin anu
! will serve you-yes, you will see.
What about the bath ?"
"Dantre. there is the old patrons bath, but
the Sonora would Kill me If took You there, ana
he chucked to himself quietly. Better 90 10
the estanquc--the big tanl; up above the garden
"All right; but why can | not haze my uncles
bath ?"
"Pecausc.n said the old mysteriously,
lowering his voice ncrvously-" because
then he looked round fnrtively, and even
glanced over his shoulders though he was stand
ing with hi, back 70 the wall" there is the room
| next door"
what of that ?"
| Leave that room alone, PatrorctO: better
have nothing 10 do with it, Let the devil look
| after his own work. $3.50