El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-08-11
PAGES 9 AND 10.

Dust. The frame houses Of the better to
do hurst at all their angles and spread ike
plakfor1ns upon the ground
And meanwhile the great struggling
wooden hotel ON Point Sebastian dissolved
away like Q sand bank in flooded estuary
First the heat twisted shingles had been
stripped Oh, flying away into the wind
like some strange dark fowl sent as avaht
eourfers of more fearsoAe things to come
Then wsatherboards followed, singly and
In ooveys, then gable ends and joists and
rafters, all floating and pitching In she
air as though the wind had the density OF
q tossing ocean stream. Chairs and wood
en- bedsteads, clothes blown out into gro
tesque shapes as thoQ4sh tho freakish spir-
it's Of the storm had donned them, the
soansling of the long piazza, and stlii
more boards whirred out into the night
and vanished forever down the track OF
the cyclone. And in the thick of this
devils bombardment crouched men and
women, and other things, shapeIess and
horrible, which had been men and women
once. The tale of the dead grew with aw-
full pace that night
Once there was a slight lun in the blast
Of the gale, and the driven out waters of
the shore began to return and swirled
knee high about the two who were taking
refuge at the foot of the pile.
Come" said Cambel, taking the girl
by the hand, I'VE must run for it." And
he led the way backward, laundering
through piled up pounds of wreckage,
while the singing spindrift swirled
around their heads and bit them upon tho
face like whips But flying missile from
out of the inky blackness struck him Oh
the curve of the temple before he had gone
with her 90 yards, and the grip of his tin
gers loosened, and he swayed and fell
I'M h<,y-c Golf an
bis body, wailing that he was killed and
that she, too, would stay there and die,
but a wild hope seized her that he might
be only stunned and she took his body in
her arms and half dragging, half carry
ing, began to go with him once more by
tedious inches toward the beach.
Then the cyclone burst out afresh with
all the torrent of it's fury, and to move or
even stand against the wind was thing
impossible. The girl and her burden were
flung heavily TO the ground, and mass
of driving wreckage slid above them and
pressed them down. ooh, Pat, Pat, = she
Dried. II did SO want to live with you,
and now we must both die herel'
Three terrible hours more they. spent
there, the girl expecting violent death to
fall on her every next second, the man in
Der arms grad ually returning to conscious
ness And then, like an organ whose
clone suddenly dropped it's voice. 1t had
arisen in minute to the full of it's
strength and in a single minute 1t lulled
to a breathless calm, leaving the air
secured and sweet and the land tangled
desert. The Sea alone remembered its lash
ing actively and fumed in a swell of sui
len majesty in its deeper parts and sent its
angry waters back in rippling surf on to
those shallow western beaches from which
L. I, olry irfa
1t was from this last returning tidal
wave that the final danger came, but the
two under that pile of wreckage managed
co slip from beneath the wood when the
waters loosened it and to run in the break
ing dawn to the higher ground beyond
They were bruised, both of them, and
Cambel was bleeding from a jagged cut on
the head; but after all, their hurts were
urifling compared with what they might
have been. Three thousand people died in
shat nights work among the southern
states, and tho aie was torn with the moan
of those who were left, lameAting as they
sought their dead.
That day all who could lift q pair of
hands had work to do, and the next and
the next, but on the fourth day from the
cyclone, when the fallen had bsen buried
and the quick housed, Cambsl managed
for the 0fSt time to get q word en- tete-a-
tete with this woman who had said she
loved him and had promised to be his
wife He had oonned the matter over in
his mind, and after heavy argument had
decided not to hold any of his affairs Sc
cret from her, this, of course, having par
ticular reference to the one affair by which
he hoped to make a competence. He had
visions of difficulties with her over it, but
he began his confidence artfully.
Elsie - he said, II came here to Flor
ida on business. -
Then replied Miss Kildare, I'D like
to give business q knob Of sugar to eat and
flowers to wear ON his headstall. What
color was businessf Whftef'
BLACK, distinctly black, but valuable.
In figures slightly more than q quarter of
q million in English money ought to come
to me for my share out of him, or rather,
as it now is, our share, yours and mine,
DEAR
"Oh, you duck, Patti You don't mean
to say I'm to marry a rich man? Wher-
ever did you steal the money from? Spec
ulation?'
Speculation of sorts, though steal de-
scribes it better. It's there, and that's
the main thing.
Money in the pocket is better than ten
plans to get it there any day. Pat, we'll
have a big steam yacht and when we get
sick of London we'll go and see all the
rest of the world. And you Of all people
to become successful speculatorl And
what have you been making your corner
in? Nothing unclean, 1 hope, like short
ribs of pork"
Gold, if that will suit your Iadyship"
''Oh, this is delightful! You've been
on American necessities. Tell me
all about it. l think l can follow. One
hears so much about the silver question
that one can't help understanding it a lit
tie ~
So with a pardonable couleur de rose,
wherever tinting was available, Cambel
told the story of his finding the channel
into the Everglades his cOmpact with