Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-11-12
TOR DOMINGO READ THE MESSAGE AND HIS FACE PA1ED

most turned his head. This new note in
her voice made the veins in his throat
stand out like mighty cords.
1T hasn't been half bad, Marion. And
owe your father a lot for giving me the
chance. OF course, you must have known
there was not a dollar left when dad went
Observation-Disclosures father sent me
down here because no one In New York
seemed to think there was much in me-
But you've done wonders. Father
says
but we've had our fun, too. When the
government hasn't been pegging at US, the
insurrection party has, and that's kept us
from sleeping overtime. Sometimes we've
had force of men and sometimes they
have disappeared to stink and stalk with
the insurgents But all around, it hasn't
been half bad-and now-well, l don't
want to forget that L owe your father
everything
the last sentence and understood him-as
she had always understood him in the
years of their boy and girl friendship. He
would pay one debt before he asked for
another and greater favor. She smiled ten
derby in the darkness. At the end of the
road to which he had given two years of
his strong young life lay zinc-and love.
She could wait.
And then they went back to the glitter
| ing ball room, with its ridiculous, mush-
| room court circle, where the stalwart men
| and the superbly Sroomed women from the
| states moved like real gems amidst paste.
Ten brilliantly tropical days passed over
| the summer palace hugging the mountain
| side. Caldwell doggedly turned his back
| upon the merrymaking, and with the men
| of his party at his heels, continued to drive
| the steel and iron bands further and further
| into the mountains. AS for the government
| of San Mateo, 1t had apparently gone on a
| vacation to pay court to the rich women
! from the states. DOmarco in particular
watched with greedy eyes the display of
| ease and luxury without ostentation which
| prevailed among the transplanted New
| Workers. All, this was life!
And all the while back In the hills and
| the villages the insurgents smiled and
bided their time.
And so dawned also the eleventh day,
and the City of Rio. south bound. steamed
luto the harbor and unloded 800 cases
of water for Henry G. Oglesby. Caldwell
heaved mighty sigh of relief when he
heard it. Only the day before he had
warned the steward at the old palace to
guard the water supply. One incident of
his two years stay in San Mateo, which
| had never been mentioned TO Marion or her
father, was the epidemic of fever which
had carried off half the native assistants
and three of the foremen he had brought
| down from the states.
He went down in person to superintend
| the removal of the water from the
| wharves to the palace. Two hours later
! his special ran back to the palace, and
| Caldwell with look on his face such as
| Marion had never seen there before
! called Oglesby to one side. Marion DELHI
| erately followed them out to the balcony,
| flooded with tropical sunset hues.
| The government, otherwise Senior Do
| marco. has seized your spring water, Mr.
| Oglesby, and they are holding 1t for an
| absurd duty
| Pay it, pay it, Caldwell. It's mere
| trfle-
That's not the principle. The water is
| not dutiable and it's Domarcos work.
| He's been bleeding the company, or try
| ing to. ever since we've been working
here. Only last week l parted demand
| for ten thousand. and this is a petty re-
| venge. Five hundred dollars duty-be-
| cause. if you please. the republic is in
suited at the insinuation that its water
| is not fit to drink"
| We'll, it's not, roared Oglesby, biting
| his cigar.
The demands absurd urged Cald-
| well.
Then don't pay it," replied the elder
man, lazily. It's up to you. That's what
| ! have you here for-to save me worry.
| If they are coming u sharp game on you
| don't let 'em lick you. l can't bear man
| who let's sharpers get the best of him.
| But one things sure, ! want that water
| delivered here by noon tomorrow.
| You'll have the water all right" said
| Ned. with certain grimness that made
! Marion open her eyes Mr.. Oglesby lit a
| cigar and strolled into the oldfashioned
| drawing room, where Amy Morrison was
| singing rag-time ditties to the delight of
| several native admirers. Caldwell squared
| his shoulders and started for the stone
| entrance to the palace. Marion sprang
| from the shadow of the doorway and laid
| a OBTAINING hand on his arm.
| II hope you're not going to do anything
| --foolhardy, NedF'
| BLESS, you. no. I'm just going to have a
| little fun with Domarco, he replied. hold
| ing her cold, trembling hand In his firm
clasp. And l think our boys would enjoy
| it, too. Tell Hammersley, Beryl and Sloane
| to meet me here about / o'clock tonight,
| and they can join the-the procession" His
eyes were fairly dancing now
Ned you're-you're going to cut-the
| thread and let the sword fall"
| Exactly! What a memory you have. to
| be sure" He spoke lightly. but he still held
her hand Tell your father-but not until