Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-12-15
By KATE JORDAN.
ICoNrINUED.l

with the expression he loved best, the
eyes glancing sideways. half question
ing, tender
He dropped the big MANILA hat to the
floor, sank into a cane chair and stretch
ed his body out in q way expressive Of
unspeakable WEAKNESS. Now that his
forehead was barred the sun strength
was seen in the pallor of the skin just
below the hair, making a division as
sharp as saber cut.
Armitage was right; he was used up
and needed a rest. His hand sought
some cigars upon small table and then
slipped back 1t would be better not to
smoke until Tomas had brought his cof
fee, Tomas of the many lies the sickly
sweet smile and the coral tipped pend
ants in Objectionable ears.
All sorts of thoughts and half
thoughts floated through his mind, the
heaviness of the Gay, the knavery Of the
Portuguese agent on the Dom Pedro II
railway, the wish to make money fast
er, the surprising words Armitage had
spoken on the road, and always, no
matter what his surface thought the
fierce and living consciousness of Anne
underlying all, the ungovernable long
ings he had let speak in that last letter
to her, the craving for her answer, the
constantly recurring waves OF homesick-
ness checked by returning determine
lions to be strong to the end.
One more year of work, and he would
have tested himself enough and made
enough money to go back to New York
He saw tha 'own plainly and with a"
unappeasable longing. There were The
Citizen offices. the panorama of spar
king hay and clothed smoke against
copper sky seen from its western win
dows, the brisk crowds OH Broadway,
snow, furs and violets, but most of all
Anne's rooms, the freight clasping her
| as in confidence, and perhaps cold.
sweet rain washing winter plant upon
! the window sill-cold, cold, sweet rain,
not the sticky mist and MINDLESS show
ers falling at intervals in this hot sea-
son. He longed to feel its riot and chill
against his face and hear the ring of the
stone pavements under his tread or to
hurry through miles of frosty sunlight
to Anne's side
Tomas entered with the coffee and
dish of peppered chicken, but midway
melancholy eyes rest upon his master.
He was asleep, his head fallen back and
exhaustion marking the features. Sleep
was better for him than peppered chick
en-, Tomas reasoned, and remained con-
siderately quiet, his gaze as melancholy
but more watchful as he lifted piece
of the meat to his lips with his fingers
and rhythmically licked their brown
tips 1t was indeed we'll for his master
to slumber on, and if he took another
piece there would still be enough.
Before he could materialize the
thought voices outside surprised him.
He hurried to the door and met the
Spanish housekeeper of Senior Morgan
lbout to enter. At little distance be-
lind her he saw a small group of peo-
Die, two strange women, evidently Elm
,lez, " and with them Senior Armitage.
1t the entrance to the court stood an OK
art in which tho visitors must have
ONE from the station. The heavy beasts
we're rubbing their noses together, NOV
ng the iron bells upon their collars and
ending a lonely clang through the sun
ght.
"Mother of God, the senior will be
lrprisedr" Morgan's housekeeper was
aging in shrill tones, swaying from hip
) hip in her excitement. HE will
lout and throw his hat into the air for
by when he knows. All, you will all
,e! Ave. it is wonderful Out of the
lay, stupid pigl' to Tomas. 81 am to
fll the senior that his love has come to
i'm over thousands of miles. d"
"The senior sleeps as if the sun had
uched him" interposed Tomas with
glance Of murder, for he hated the
)usekeeper, who annoyed his reveries
talking too much and knew so we'll
wv to take precise aim when she threw
oxen crockery at him. 81 would not
use him for the chicken event
Because, beast, you wanted to eat it
urselfl This is more important than
ID. Let me in"
Armitage pulled her back and mo-
med Tomas aside.
$50 away, both of you'll he said in
whisper of command.
He turned to one of the strangers
Q was young, dark eyed, little too
lite and slender for his idea of beauty
with marks of travel WEAKNESS ON
face
Let your maid wait here. You will
Sefain in this house. They say he
sleeping.
Anne's lids sank for a moment over
eyes as if a throe of insupportable
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