The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-12-12
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opening her eyes, a premonition
that this was to be a day of destiny.
But she merely felt that the engines
had stopped, that the ship was at an
Choir, and that, therefore, Ii was moist
ly, insufferably warm. The curtains
across the state room windows did not
so much as move. She came down from
her berth and pulled them aside. The
coast Of Guatemala was before her
and the port of San Jose.
There had been rain in the night, n
troplc shower. The clouds were lifting
away. They were massed in white and
gold behind the two volcano peaks that
had sent forth the one fire, the other
water. in their time. And the peaks
themselves were side by side. two cones
of the glowing pink.
They We're miles inland, many miles.
and the thick, lush trop.c green was
between, reaching to the curve of the
sand. There were some white houses
by the beach. white with red tiles. They
made the port Of San Jose. But the
ship was anchored well out in deep
water, and there were no craft in sight.
a V a row boat or two drawn up on the
sand, and one that was starting out
from the pier across the faint blue wa
ter that showed back the clouds of
white n gold. The wake and the oars
gllstened in the new sunlight.
The girl leaned her bare arms on the
Sill and stood looking out. She had
seen many beautiful things in her life.
out never so lovely as the coast and
volcano peaks of San Jose de Guate-
mala at the break of day.
Inc row boat came near, and she saw
mat the quarantine officials sat in the
stern. But by the time she was dressed
and came on deck, they had long s nee
gone There was no one at all in sight
art or amidships, but when she was for
ward of the bridge she saw some one
standing near the bow. He was n new
passenger. He turned and looked nj
her.
1here was a breeze, the faintest
oouth Sea morning breeze, that r;ppled
ler thin white gown and moved tbe
Dose tendrils Of her hair. He raised
lis straw hat civilly and turned hack
o MS consideration of the shore. Pres
'ntly the purser joined him, and he :
tood talking, his hands jammed into =,
Us sack-coat pockets and his tan-shod ,
wide apart on the deck. Then no 5
'ent into the saloon. .
mat was all Miss Strathmore saw of /
ill., u she described him to her moth .,
: accurately, nevertheless. l.
mes the only Latin l ever saw who
as though he could do thinos- 4
ID not talk about it afterwards. His
IN Is very white and his hair is very
ack. His nose is big and his Jaw .
JUS hard. And, moreover-though his y
es are brown, they are neither mari. Il
lg nor soft"-she objected to both v
ney are level and hard. That he NAV
eak English is my fondest wish" !"
did. He was put beside her NJ
eaktast' and the captain presented p
His name was Merida. X
You saw me this morning." he said -
men l was looking back upon my 7,
use, my home, my heritage, my NJ
Nl
the laughing danes in whom
did delight" she followed it up.
lie gave her a quick look. "Perhans " VI
said, and turned short about to talk -
the man at the other side, a little 90
Ian whom Miss Strathmore did not
:. Ihey talked Spanish together ,
she could not understand. So she 4
her breakfast, and wondered why we
Guatemalan should have objected lo'
having his quotation finished out. :.
II hit some nail too neatly on the g..
lie had risked that. But he a.
W his Byron, apparently, and his ~
liSh mad not so much as an accent. 60,
was to be any further CONVEX -
IN, 1t lay with him to begin it. He 1
so presently, but he kept to general -
and refused to be drawn out about 'ne
self. at
e captain was more communicative Str
subject later on. He belonged TO hoo
General sea-dog type. Better make -,
o young Merida, Miss Elizabeth 90
iyised' coming to a stop in front Of HE
steamer chair; "he owns about ev- oil
ing in sight over there" his arm AM
L the view Of dense green from the sbo,
curve to the mountains far away. foo
Guatemala belongs to his brother ana
nm. The brother is m~arried-to 81
princess, tOo-but he's not. and .st -,
40 the best two weeks work Won A.,
uld IN your life, if you catch him olon
here and Frisco Bay" ~
captain liked the topic, evidently. row
up a stool and sat down to pur- on"
further growing from the jocose tnr,,
serious. lure'
couId dow
asn,t liso ~ Ma.cho Merida. waite
ans. A "1'
Is modo M, don't