The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-09-21

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with a quantity Of creamy old lace.
Some crimson peoples were twisted
round her ivory shoulders. One or
two more of the flaming flowers
shone from her pale gold hair. Mr..
Dysart completely lost his head
over her. AS he had a lot of posses
sions in Ireland, among them rich
father and an ancient and honorable
ancestry, he could afford to do so.
He ewas thinking of her as she had
looked the night before when sud-
denly she appeared, with her serv-
ant, coming up from street dark
and deep, like we'll, 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 a tweed shoulder to
study, led him a chase home.
The house tie brother and sister
occupied had been Senor Lopez's,
but was presented to Dick, together
with mine worth millions, several
black eyed girls and what other
trifing 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-
BILE doors 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 tie sala floor. But Con-
stance detested him and, contrary
| to her usual reticence, said 30. She
| tramped around the disreputable
and filthy streets twice as much as
before, for sine knew it annoyed
him. Sometimes she would zee him
following, and she resented his es-
pionage.
"Why don't you like TonyG" Dick
would ask. "You know my theory,
Connie, that 8 sporty man like Dy-
sart makes the best husband. .
"Oh, Dickl Who is talking about
husbands2 T think that man who
is utterly doggy and horsy and
takes Browning to be an authority
on pinkeye or glanders is very
poor companion. To quote your
dear Tony, I'VE don't trot in the
J same class. 7
Dick gave a contemptuous snort.
This was one day at luncheon, and
Constance, irlstead Of the good cry
she pined for, took a walk. She had
1 not seen Rosita for some time, and
she turned Ter steps toward what
Mr.. Dysart called "those cutthroat
| dens.''
i She had never seen the street SO
deserted. All were taking a 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 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
naked to the waist, a giant in size.
He had secured the key and had al
most pulled the staple from the
wall, but Rosita was clinging to his
j 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
I hands, and he brought it down on
! her upturnel face. Then again, as
I Constance rushed forward with a
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 as he fell he
caught Coastance's gown in his
grasp. She fell with him and, fall
ing, knew the room had filled with
q Gathering crowd, and that Tony
Dysart, 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 scufiing going
on inside.
There was one dominating, awful
groan, then. a sinister silence.
| A moment of sickening uncer-
tainty for that Unconditional young
English woman, and Tony Dysart,