Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1899-03-17

She stood tcith loosely clasped hands and
looked d0lCn at Donald.
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
q dish Of peppered chicken. but midway
across the room he paused and let his
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
considerably quiet. his gaze as melan.
eholy but more watchful as he lifted q
piece of the meat to his lips with bis
fingers and rhythmically licked their
brown tips. It was indeed well for his
master to slumber on, and il 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
about to enter. At a little distance be.
hind her he saw small group Of PEG.
pie. two strange women, evidently "In.
glez," and with them Senior Armitage
At the entrance to the court stood an OK
cart in which the visitors must have
come from the station. The heavy beasts
were rubbing their noses together. NOV
ing the iron bells upon their collars and
sending q lonely clang through the sun.
light.
"Mothor Of God, the senior win be
surprisedi" Morgan's housekeeper was
saying in shrill tones, swaying from
hip to hip in her excitement. "He will
shout and throw his hat into the air for
Joy when he knows. All, You will all
seel Aye, it Is wonderful. Out Of the
way. stupid pigi" to Tomaa II am to
tell the senior that his love has come to
him over thousands Of miles."
Half an hour later Donald, with
hands in trousers pockets and hat tilted
lazily over eyes that seemed osleep,
went down the stone square to the end
farthest from the factory and paused be-
fore a small house exactly like the others
save that it stood apart. q palm within
few feet throwing top heavy shadow
across its white facade.
Home-that silent, shaded little
house Of four small rooms where no IA.
miliar face ever welcomed him and no
voice but his own or his servants vi
brated On the sleepy air. As Donald
looked upon it now the quiet place
seemed to feel the dissatisfaction rising
from his tormented heart and to meet
it with almost servile protest.
He had done what he could to make
the house habitable. Il was even q
pretty house when compared with the
bare hideoumess with which Armitage
and Morgan were content The laced
bamboo flaps on the windows made the
place swim in gloom as restful after
the sunlight as the feeling of . cool
hand on the brow. There was mating
on the floor, q hammock swung in q
corner. some sketches of his own were
upon the walls, some books on the man.
telshelf. Chief among the books were
Anne's and just above them hung .
small, unframed pastel he had made,
showing her face with the expression he
loved best, the eyes glancing sideways
half questioning, tender.
He dropped the big MANILA hat TO
the floor, sank into q cane chair and
stretched his body out in q way express
i've Of unspeakable weariness. Now
that his forehead was barred, the suns
strength was seen in the pallor. Of the