The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1902-02-07
Copyright, 1901, by Frederic Van Rensse,aer Dey
BY FREDERIC VAN RENss
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tne name OF the -uellst. Zen ne. IL
Escudera related to h:m?"
"They are cousins also"
"And Is Captain Romero also cousin
Of yours?"
II do not like to admit that, M.
! Wyndham. Please remember that
have not done so. You will think all
my relatives are murderers."
Pardon me. I am brute. am
"You are the living friend of tho
man who was foully murdered. | am
the cousin of the brute who murdered
him. But l am even more than that
Mr.. Wyndham; more than that even to
Carlos Escudcra, for am his affianced
, wife,
! 1t was Wyndham's turn to leap to his
feet, more agitatcd than he remembered
ever to have been before. His heavy
! brows drew down in an ugly scowl over
! his eyes, half shading them, and his
square jaws set themselves together
with indomitable resolve. But the ex-
preston lasted only an instant. Then
!
utter contempt.
49," he said, "you brought me here
to trap me with your beauty. You
brought me here to induce me to spare
from the electric chair the murderer
whom you would marry, whose wife
you would become. You brought me
here at the bidding Of Escudera, to
worm out Of me for his sake all know.
You would make me an accomplice
with you in
She held up one hand, and he paused
There WAS no anger in her face. He
saw with amaZement that there were
tears in her eyes, and he ground his
teeth in renewed rage when he discov-
cred that she was smiling through
them.
you forget that It was | who de-
nounced him, not you. You did not
permit me TO finish what l was saying
she said. Il am the atllanccd wife of
Carlos Escudera, but hate him-oh.
how hate him As only woman of
my blood can hate! lie killed Burr
Pendleon. For that, woman though |
am, there is no torture to which | would
not willingly consign him. He killed
Burr Pcndleton! lie killed my
She broke down and wcpt then with
sobs that shook her as raging storm
troubles the sea, sinking upon the chair
again and burying her face in her
hands.
Craig watched her silently. He was
wise enough to know that it was best
to permit the storm to pass without in
terluption. He felt that Il great reve-
lalion had fallen upon him like n flood
Of light. A great pity for her filled his i
heart lie knew how engagements are
entered into in Spanish countries and /
that the woman Is never consulted re.
garding the choice that is made for her,
and he knew-he thought he knew
that this woman had loved BUR-
That Of itself was sufficient in his
heart to render her and her wishes
dear to him. He asked himself in that
moment Of waiting, "If |, a man, loved
Hurr pendleton so dearly, how utterly
must she, a woman, have loved him:'
When her sobs ceased, he was stand
ing beside her, and he touched her gen
tly upon her shoulder He forgot his
own harsh words. forgot that he had
uttered them, for he knew, in the other
and greater sorrow, she had not heed
rl them.
WAS he so dear TO you, senorita:"
he asked. Did you love Burr like
that"
She raised her face and looked into
his eyes. Then she rose and stood be-
side him.
Yes" she said, 81 loved him. think
would have worshiped him had he
lived He was all that had left to
love, but he died without knowing it
without knowing me
To he continued.
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