The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-06-13

Here's luck, Henry" whispered War
rem, and they were soon quite at home
in the little white adobe, though to Hen
ry there seemed something uncanny
about the place. To the Americans,
used to the luxurious fittings of a met
ropolitan home, the bare walls and dirt
floors. covered with palm patates, were
a new experience.
While laughter and song came from
the little house. and the Americans were
whispering love nothings in the ears Of
newly found alnoreux, in another house
not far from the water more serious
words were passing between Old China
and the tall lover Of Muriella. The old
dealer in green cocoanuts and occult
mysteries was listening with i'll con-
cealed pleasure to the man who was beg
ging a favor at her hands. No love
scrape about the shores Of that pretty
bay ver escaped her notice. and nothing
pleased the stout old bumboat woman SO
much as to be sought out by the amor
Gus of the upper classes to listen to such
information from her lips as is sought
from the second sight" mediums of our
own country.
$50 you want to buy the Black Pearli
To buy it! You fool!" shrieked Old
China when the Mexican had finished
his story. What do you know about
f?'
II know what was said when the ON
andante was found dead, and that the
police were afraid to search for it. Five
hundred pesos for its use tonight-that
is all / ask"
1.-THE police are fools, and you are q
fool. / know nothing about the Black
Pearl"
"Come, China. A thousand pesos for
Its use and the knowledge how to use it"
"a thousand pesos" muttered the old
woman. Have you the money with
your
AYE, that l have. and | want its use
for only this night"
China waddled into an adjoining room,
whence after much delay she brought
forth a package carefully wrapped and
sealed. ''You must not undo this. senor,"
she said. "or you. too. will suffer If you
see the pearl"
The laughter and song in the adobe
casita stopped at a knock on the outer
door, and Ned Warren's pretty Acapul-
can answered the summons. A neat
parcel was handed her by the messenger.
which she eagerly unfolded. with the
compliments of -" it said. but she
knew the handwriting.
How funny at this hour!' she thought,
but her swapping black eyes danced with
glee as she undid the parcel and found It
to contain an immense black pearl set
In beaten yellow metal Of quaint work
manship. At her exclamation of delight
the others grouped about, and the object
of their admiring glances was laid upon
the table for inspection.
An instinctive shudder passed through
Sanford as Muriella laid it under the
candle light. It seemed to emit a pecu-
liar light, and q queer. pricking sensa-
ton went through his veins as he viewed
the jewel-the largest of its kind he had
ever seen. AS he looked a feeling of ex-
h~ilaration came over him, such g he
had not felt during the evening.
4udt 2dSL u1iuh "a tc4u1Ad Wdo tOO
much" he thought. but the others, too.
were beginning to evince signs OF hveli-
ness even greater than all the hilarity Of
the night had brought forth. A faint
blue haze seemed to every object
in the room. The figures of the girls at
intervals looked far away and then near
by, while a feeling of utter recklessness
pervaded his whole being. All the phan-
tasms of the opium eater could not be
more weird than those which came into
Sanford's brain as his gaze was riveted
on the jewel lying among the candles
grouped around it on the table. In their
dim light it seemed to grow and grow,
emitting a demoniacal glow that, but for
the spirit of recklessness which possessed
him, would have filed his soul with
dread.
THE fandango," cried one of the girls.
with a wild burst of laughter. Let us
dance once more, for | feel as though my
feet were on fire." and when the guitar
sounded the notes of the dance the dane
ers seemed to enter into it with fendish
delight and boisterious enthusiasm. Back
and forth they crossed, swaying like will
lows in the wind. with hands on hips and
heads well back. their feet pattering and
stamping TO the twanging of the guitar.
Faster and faster their movements be-
came, as the music seemed to fill every
fiber with it's wild action.
Five bodies were found in the adobe
casita next morning, but with no marks
of violence or other signs to show the
cause of death.
The gossips Of that quaint Mexican
seaport tell a weird tale of q black pearl,
taken from the gulf, that acts upon be-
holders as does the loco weed upon all
who taste that evil plant, and they tell.
too, of a mad dance of death years ago
when two foreigners and three beauties
of the place fell exhausted about the
jewel, whose demoniacal fire kept them
treading the fandango till every energy
was gone and life went from them
John Craig in San Francisco Argonaut.