The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-03-25
CHAPTER XL
The Tanning of the Tiger.

Standing thus stricken I flashed a
look at those who stood about me.
Anna and Will. I scanned their faces,
and it was with the utmost relief that 1
perceived 1 was the only one Of the
company who knew the wOman's secret
What indeed more impossible than
that the child I had seen waving her
little hand, az her mother went down
the road among the glittering bayonets
in the gray Of the morning, should rec
ognize as the same this richly attired
lady upon a Spanish isle in the Carib
sea And as for Will he was no wiser.
Tor, though he was old enough at the
time, he had not seen much of Janet
Mark. And, besides, as I have had Oc-
casion to point out more than once,
Will Bowman never had my trick of
picture memory which all my life was
won't to cultivate by means Of paling
stobs and other trifleS.
Meanwhile Eborra continued to speak
rapidly TO the Donna JGanita- 1 saw the
color flash up into her face, a warm,
rosy hue upon the whiteneSs Of her
skin. For that was her great beauty in
a land of dusky women. When l had
last seen her in her own country and
much younger, she had been we'll nigh
TeOuy red, a rustic BlOwsilind. But
here, subdued by years and climate, the
red and the white showed together on
her face like York and Lancaster graft
ed on a single rose stem. Her ten
dency 10 plumpneSS had increased
greatly with ease and the custom Of the
country, but that among the Spaniards.
and especially the military caste Of
them, is thought the greater beauty.
Still, in any country Janet or Juanita
(as she called herself would have been
q Well-lOOlxing woman, and but for the
demon that upon occasion looked out Of
her eyes, a good-natured one to boot.
What, We are English folk that have
been among the pirates" she said in
good English, bringing her mule about
that she might have a better look at
Us.
MY friend is English I said hastily,
lest VIII should claim Moreham; from
a town called Sl1ipoOn he comes, and I
am a poor Scottish lad, trepanned from
mis- own country and folk. Have pity
on US, great lady! We suffer for our
religion.
II ken nothing about that" she an
swered, with a sudden chill: but from
what part Of Scotland do ye Gomez
Il noticed as she spoke that though
she managed the English not i'll, she
said we and ken and part just as
they did in New Afilns. And it was a
mighty curious thing to hear the ia
mllldT accents OF my lldLlNe parish Oh
the lips Of this woman, the wife of a
Spanish commandante, in this far isle
of the sea-
Il come from a seafaring town called
Abercairn," 1 said, giving Will look
that he was not TO come any nearer
TO the truth. But Will, though wholly
without diplomacy, had an admirable
gift of silence, and simply looked at
tine white mule as if mentally summing
up his points.
"Ah. from AbercOrni" she answered,
with a quick look at me; did ever We
hear Of a man by the name of Philip
Stansfeld?"
YES" said I, startled at the sound
of my OWN name. but instantly taking
her meaning. that have /. Hear of
Philip Stansfield-whO that has lived
in Scotland has not heard Of him? Did
he not STAY the father that begat him?
Was he not a murderer, a rObber, an
outlaw"
THAT is as may be-" she said, there
were others deeper in and blacker Of
hue than poor Philip. But what of him?
when was he executed?''
aHe never was executed I said. He
escaped on the very day, though many
in Scotland say that he died on the
wildly by the hangman's cord"
How ken ye that he escaped" she
said. a little breathlesSly.
l did not reveal what excellent rea-