The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-09-21
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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 flaming flowers
shor from her pale gold hair. MIR.
Dysart completely lost his head
over her. AS he had lot of posses
sions in Ireland, among them rich
father and an ancient and honorable
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 serv-
ant, coming up from a street dark
and deep, like veil, for already it
was getting dusk.
On the strength OF being at COL
lege with her brother, he began with
true manly irascibility to take her
to task for her imprudence, but Miss
Constance frightened up her soft,
naughty mouth and, giving him the
rear curve of tweed shoulder to
etudy, 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
trif1ing property Don Felipe owned.
However, Dick continued to pay the
rent regularly and gazed on the
girls from afar. The hanging lamp
was lighted in the zaguan, and when
the mozo unclaimed the great dou-
bic doors q food of melody and fra
GRANGE rushed out to greet them
from the birds and flowers in 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 and sister. Dick
adored Tony, and every night they
pumped out the mine or rode to
hounds over the eala floor. But Con-
stance detested him and, contrary
to her usual reticence, said so. She
tramped around the disreputable
and filthy streets twice as much as
before, for she knew it annoyed
him. Sometimes she would zee him
following, and che resented his es-
pionage.
"Why don't you like TonyG" Dick
would ask. "You know my theory,
Connie, that sporty man like Dy-
sart makes the best husband. -
oh, Dicki Who is talking about
husbands9 I think that man who
is utterly doggy and horsy and
takes Browning to be an authority
on pinkeye or CHAMBERS is very
poor companion. To quote your
dear Tony I'VE don't trot in the
same class. -
Dick gave contemptuous snort.
This was one day at luncheon, and
Constance, instead Of the good cry
she pined for, took o walk. She had
not seen Rosita for some time, and
she turned her steps toward what
Mr.. Dysart called "those cutthroat
dens."
She had never eeen the street so
deserted. All were taking q siesta,
even the dogs. AS she reached the
sharp corner she heard thin little
shrek full Of appeal. She recog-
nized 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 b1oodshot eyes, was Rosita's
little brother" tied with strong
ropes to an iron pin in the wall, but
his arms were free, and ne stood
naked to the waist, giant in size.
he had secured the key and had al
most pulled the staple from the
wall, but Rosita was clinging to his
arm and calling for help. To and
fro he swung her as a wolf might a
rabbit.
He had the key in his black, cruel
hands, and he brought it down on
her upturned face. Then again, as
Constance rushed forward with q
scream, the key fell with a 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
mailman tripped with crash to the
earth floor. Just aa he fell he
caught Constance's gown in his
grasp. She fell with him and, fell
ing, knew the room had filled with
@ Gathering crowd. and that Tony
Dysarf. smooth shaven and blond,
doomed above all. !
Constance, with the help Of her
.criada, got out in the street, where
she listened with beating heart TO
the cries, curses and soufaing going
on inside.
Thera'was one dominating, awful