The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-09-07

characteristic missive from his insides.
he wens out for swallow of fresh air
and to relieve himself of the strain of
composition by long walk.
Constance was very lovely at the
dance, in a faint-green brocade, with
a quantity of creamy old lace. Some
crimson poppies were twisted round
her ivory shoulders. One or two more
OF the fiaming flowers shone from her
pale-gold hair. Mr.. Dysart completely
lost his head over her; as he had lot
of possessions in Ireland. among them
rich father and an ancient and hon
orable ancestry, he could afford to
do so.
He was thinking of her as she had
looked the night before, when sud
denly she appeared, with her servant,
coming mp from street dark and
deep, like well, for already it was
getting dusk.
On the strength of being ut college
with her brother, he began with true
manly Feasibility to take her to task
for her imprudence. But Miss Con
stance frightened up hnr soft, naughty
mouth and, giving him the rear curve
of n tweed shoulder to study, led him
chase home
The house the brother and sister
occupied had been Senior Lopez's, but
was presented to Dick, together
with mine worth millions,
several black-eyed girls, and
what other trihing property Don
Felipe owned. However, Dick con
tinued to pay the rent regularly and
gazed on the girls from afar. The
hangInS-lamp was lighted in the
Zaguan; and when the mozo unclaimed
the great double doors, n flood of
melody and fragrance rushed out to
greet them from the birds and flowers
III the dim patio. Dick, in smoking
Jacket, lounged out from the sala
to insist that Tony, old boy, should
take tea with them. Which he did.
That was the first difference be-
tween the brother aud sister. Dick
adorcd Tony, and every night they
pumped out the mine or rode to
hounds over the snla floor. But
Constance detested him, and, con.
trary to her usual reticence, said so.
She tramped around the disreputable
and filthy streets twice as much as be-
fore, for she knew it annoyed him.
Sometimes she would see him follow
ing, and she resented his espionage.
why don't you like Tony?" Dick
would ask. You know my theory.
Connie, that sporty man like Dysart
makes the best.husbaud.
ooh, Dick who is talking about
husbands? | think that n man
who is utterly doggy and horsey and
takes Browning to be authority on
plnk-eye or glanders is n very Door
companion. To quote Your dear
Lony, we don't trot i'll the same
classr"
Dick gave contemptuous snort.
This was one day Mt luncheon, and
Constance, instead of the good cry she
plncd for, took walk She had not
seen Rosltn for some time, and she
turned her steps toward what DR..
Dysart called chose cut-throat dens."
She had never seen the street so de-
serted. All were taking siesta. even
the dogs. AS she reached the sharp
corner, she heard II thin little shrek
full of appeal. She recognized Rosita's
voice, and ran with her criada at her
side INTO the low, open doorway she
had before so shudderingly avoided.
There, swapping his teeth and roll
ing his bloodshot eyes, was Rosita's
little brother" tied with strong ropes
to an iron pin in the wall-but his
arms were free and he stood there. n
giant in size. He had secured the
key and had almost pulled the stable
from the wall, but Rosita was clinginp
to his arm and calling for help. To
and fro he swung her as wolf might
rabbit
He had the key in his black. cruel
hands aud he brought it down on her
up-turned face. Then again, as Con
stance rushed forward with scream.
the key fell with crunch on the little.
old, gray head
At that moment the pin gave way,
for adobe walls are not strong. Con
stance turned with her hands thrown
out wildly. Over Rosita's body the
madman tripped with crash to the
earth floor; just rs he fell. he caught
Constancc's gown in his grasp. She
fell with him, aud, falling, knew the
room had filled with gathering crowd.
and that Tony Dysart, smooth-shaven
aud blonde, doomed above all.
Constance, with the help of her
criado, got ont in the street. where
she listened, with benting heart. to
the cries, curses, and acuiling going
on inside
There was ono dominating. awful
groan then a sinister silence.
a moment Of mckcning uncertainty
for that unconditional young English
woman. aud Tony Dysart, painting. his
clothes torn. and blood status ON his
face and hands.
lie walked firmly enough. to give
Constance n helping arm no the stairs.
He said Eosiia was dead. and he
thought Che "liltlc brother would die
also, for, while nc was struggling with
him, % policeman had crcpt MP and
struck him over the head with heavy
iron bar
Here we arc vt the Casa Stanley"
she said as they stopped before the
carved doors Come i'm. Dick will
want To see YOU lie can thank you