The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-04-02
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and party.
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Her form had vanished like a wrath
into the otscuriry, and the way was
open for Us TO GO back unObserved TO the
station But still we stood looking in
the direction she had taken and then
al each other, trying TO estimate the
bearing of this new complication upon
Don Gaspar SmEradO's design. From
these mcditarms our attention was at
tracted by another anparition, the form
Of q man. stealing up from the dircc-
tion q the stage trail toward the tent.
Dimly we could discern him, for his
clothes wc-e Of a neutral tint difficult
20 distinguish in the night But as he
came ncarcr, where the moon rays fell
upon him so that we could see him
more distinctly, we could tell that he
was slight Of build and wore a light
col0red sOmbrero.
Its the Kid believe, whispered
Felix. we must try to gather what
he's abroad for in the moonlight. If
hes after Lupita, as I suspect, / wish
him JOY Of his courtship in the mood
she's in tonight If she doesn't bring
about a shooting match between him
and Sangrado, it won't be for want of
trying on her part F"
The advancing figure came near the
tent and passed into the shadow it
threw down the slope Following his
motions, which we still dimly could
discern against the canvas, we saw him
pause. Then from where he stood came
the low note Of bird call, given in a
tone singularly natural, fresh and clear
After he had several times repeated the
call its note was succeeded by the words
sung under his breath, of an Andalusian
love song. Presently we could distin-
guish that between the lines of the song
he was imprOvising words Of his own,
an impassionod appeal that his true
love his beautiful senorita, would come
forth to her impatient and sorrowing
lover.
His song, a mingling Of terse and
idiomGtic frontier words and phrases
with the extravagant metaphor and hy-
,erbolo Of an oriental singer, all render
ed in the liquid Spanish tongue to at.
tractive melody, was strangely poetical
and musical Standing as we were in
concealment not 80 yards away from
the singer, Felix and /, knowing that
we were On the very verge Of Al hostile
encounter with a bandit gang whose
desperate purpose we meant to thwart
at all hazards, listened entranced TO the
song Of this romantic desperate. Colby
murderous of nature and STEPPED in
crime, he was in his mood Of wooing
caroling in this desert oasis q song that
might have befitted story Of the
Arabian Nights, +" calling to his yelled
and hidden ladylove to emerge from
her retirement and come to him.
His song was not unavailing. From
somewhere in the darkness, within Of
without the tent, came low answering
note in feminine voice. There was ;
little interchange of appeals and re
sponses, and soon we could see stealing
along the outer side of the canvas to
ward the singer mantled figure, who's
supple undulation of movement showe'
it to be woman's and whose voic
when she spoke revealed itself as Lupi
ta's. She came close to him and stop
ped, with little space separating them
He would have approached her, but sh
held him at distance.
"No, no, no. we heard her voice
low as whisper, yet so resonant that :
us, listening i'll the stiffness, it cam
with every shade of delicate information
and infection. "You do not love m
enough. F"
Mia carina, l swear that / ador
you" he protested. "Stay with me,
implore you"
''No, no." she said again. II cal
love no one tonight My heart is tor
with grief and rancor for wrongs un
avenged. There can be no peace, n
love, in my soul while my betraye
lives. -
"Quicn esq" (Who is IT'D he demand
cd And what do you wish-that
should kill him?'
XIII him. she repeated. Eyes, xii
himl But you would not do so much 70
mel Why should you take my quarro
up? / ann nothing TO you. "
Oh him, I'd kill him for bein
such n fool as ever TO leave you, if 70
nothing else. He was speaking noN
with that slow, measured tone, almos
a drawl, which, TO one familiar wit
the accents Of mon of his kind in Tn
far southwest, sounds as ominous c
danger as the rattle of snake There
no trouble about doing that if you1
tell me who and whore he is. -
And you would do this for me-?
She advanced and embraced him tender
ly, then drew back and surveyed hin
from the same distance as before. 'BV
mol You must not venture il. He
alert and skilled in the use Of weapon
A dangerous man, sonora mani Al
you are but bow. "