The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-02-04

save for the rustllng banana leaves, we
stole away to the beach and put to sea
in the proa; itrwas to be for the last
time. wanted to remove my friend
Br'er Miguel in time to prevent COM
plications next daSs so, gliding along
in the wake ofstAS guard-boat until
it almost reache4i&e head of the bay,
landed and hafMx dug the figure
from it's conceal M among the bags.
Wrapping pi1et*4f mating about
the thing, so as noS to frighten Doro-
tea, Rugged it aleING to where she sat
waiting for me- She had heard all
about Br'er Miguel as we came along,
and. though frightened at my temeri-
ty-to call 1t BY no stronger name
her sense of hulpor srterward got the
better of her ftars. Having decided
that our waNen companion could find
no better final resting place than the
big proa-the padre certainly owed it
"requiescat"- tloatcd cautiously
along to wherei lay, near the landing
pier, and left our friend with the tiller
under his :arm. Then we headed out
to sea-. ~ -.
T. The frstrtreSSks of red were silhouet-
ting the peak Of Tiniquio against the
eastern sky when welcft. Orotc behind
!. U.S. and; in a few moments. it was light
enough tosee the horizon..s Moment
after moment I; straincd my eyes to
the westward until, finally I saw II
tiny black mass that grew more dis
tinct as looked, The relief was so
1,,{ fo1f ;,1.
ly coming, at last-coning precisely
when he said he woodland the sus-
pcnse was almost over. How blessed
Mcpherson and his faithful old engine!
How l wanted to get Dicks honest
hand between my own fingers! Then
sudden. thought occurred to mo, and
looked at Dorotea. She had seen the
smoke; and if ever woman's face ex-
pressed the grief Of approaching sep
aration, torncnting fears and doubts
concerning the future. hers did at that
moment. Her dark, melting eyes were
swimming in tears; and with her arms
tight about me she hid her face in my
breast, sobbing out:
us it true, qucrido milo. that-you-
are to-leave me? All, santisima Maria!
shall diet"
mo, you won't, Dorotea-Dorotita.
: Listen. Halstead, Is on that steamer,
he and own her now; we are going to
ship the copru to- Hay. and leave Guajan
this evening. But when we go away In
Sonora Stevens-la Dorotea Catalina de
Garma Stevens-will be with u.s."
Friends. have you ever seen the sun
shine break over beautiful woman's
face? Have. you ever seen the love-
light in her eyes struggle for mastery
with speealatiops about her trousseau
at the end of:RSal IL minutes? Have
you ever beenmf trungled by warm,
bare arms, as ra Ups whispered shy.
tremulous question:. which your mag
<;ination. must SUPPLY? Because, you
; haven, it will Hs impossible for you to
appreciate. whatssoccurred that May
morning, twenty miles: from shore,
while tho sun Redeemed every stick Of
=. the proa, and the good old Countess
steamed nearer and nearer. until her
anchors lowered over us and Halstead's
own hands dropped the ladder by
which we climbed on deck.
Another beautiful girl stood with
outstretched arms in the doorway Of
Dicks cabin when we mounted to it.
a girl whom Dick introduced as la
Capitana, la Sonora Halstead-and who
embraced both Dorotea and myself
with delightful impartia1ity.
So we sailed into Port San Luis
d'Apra under English colors, sand with
a most original Aouse-aag at the fore
peak. 1t borekyupon q white field.
the perfect reprSsentaH lion Of a.span-
fish galleon, such as sailed the Pa
clfic hundred years ago, and was
the joint handiwork of Mrs. Halstead
and Mcpherson.
Repeated blasts of the Countess
whistle brought the gobernador hus