The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-05-14

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 'senora.. he said, T have already too long delayed my trip to the city. I must see to the shipping of my indi. 60: I need more slaves and VIII get | them forthwith The taxes are over due--and you know his majesty Of Spain always needs money. snaii go order my horse and start at oncs. These things will detain me until today a week."
 They thought he took no note of the ed.
 As he stood to mount his horse. Car melita came. with downcast eyes, to | say farewell. He raised her face with | his hand, and seemed to seek the very recesses of her soul with long. con- centrated look. She could not return the gaze. and averted her eyes. | "Adios. adios. wife of my heart" he said with a quivering sigh. At the bend of the road he stopped, took off his hat, and gazed sadly at what he had hoped wiuld be his home. Then turning his face to the city he rode away.
 peddler and De Lanzac rather hilari- ous from wine. in the cafe of the White Camellia. The next day, from the llandlady of De Lauzac's lodgings, Jose learned that M. be Lanzac was out Of town for several days.
 Hastily going to the tax office. Avi- lar startled the collector by demanding that he receipt for the taxes upon Bonaventure and ten acres of ground in the yard about liis house. for three hundred years, which at last that amazed official did. and a round sum 1t was, too. The receipt was placed upon the recorSs.
 Then down into noisome alley to a squalid hut of adobe where lived old Nom Zomba, the voudoo woman. As Jose entered she was making an amu- let of the eye of a cat. a bit of bone from a human finger. the hair of the venompus ground spider. wrapped with many incantations in the sSin of the dreaded marsh snake. Avilar held toward her & handful of shining doub- looms of gold. The eyes of the old
 beldame fastened covetously upon the money-more than she had ever seen before.
 "It is all yours, Nom Zomha if you get what I want" He approached and
 whispered to her. "Can you do it-are
 you afraid?"
 "Fraid? No. 1t never bother nig-
 ger. Yes, get 1t fo' yo'."
 Get plenty, Nom Zomba. and pow
 der 1t up and wrap 1t in some fling se-
 cure for me. I will give you part of
 this now, and double the amount if 1t
 is genuine-and if you fool me, will
 kill you. I'm not afraid of your old
 charms and conjur balls I will call
 tomorrow, but do mo- fail me. or as
 God lives, I will kill you. You hearT
 It was early evening on the Teche.
 High in the west like a small sun,
 biazed Jupiter, the evening star. In
 the marshes and from the cypress
 brakes, myriads of voices of the night
 droned their drowsy hymn. The mag
 nolia trees were white with blossoms,
 and the pungent odor of the bay min gled with the cloying sweetness of the
 yellow iessauSine and magnolias and
 swamp lilies. In the east the full
 moon rose from behind some gaunt cy-
 press trees and flooded the earth with
 mellow light. A hooking bird, reused
 from its slumbers in the top of a bay
 tree, opened It's throat in startled song,
 and, flying straight upward into the
 silver sea of moonbeams, dropped a
 golden chain of ripping melody to the
 earth which lay wrapped in all the beauty of early spring. They did not see Jose Avilar-his : wife and De Lanzac, drunk as they were with the fullness of their own , happiness. He slipped in quietly from . the rear, and sat silentIy in the shadow 2 of one of the great pillars of the front veranda. It was an hour or two, until ! the lovers strolled up the walk, arms l about each other. to the broad porch and stood almost within arms length of him.
 "Oh, Edouard how I have suffered away from you," she whispered in ec- static happiness, as she flung her arms ) around his neck and kissed his lips : again and again. Come, sweetheart, let us go into the house. Tomorrow night I must leave 7 as the man who has robbed me of my 3 loved one will be back. but tonight 7 ah. tonight! What night 1t is for life, and love, and happiness Come! | They started. clinging to each other . toward the door,
 "Waitr'
 A calm. cold voice-such a voice as 3 might come from the lips of corpse t if the dead could speak. In crtnging | horror the guilty pair stood, too aston ished and startled to move. t "You need fear no violence at my t hands. I have known this since the
 day you sent the note by the peddler @ De Lanuzac-and you answered. Seno- ra-"
 t "she told me to come" whined tho l. man.
 @ Hush, you dog, or I shall spit upor = you. Listen to me. both of you. d want no woman who does not want me }, I will not have her. It seems that vol a desire the woman I was unfortunate enough to honor with my name. an
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