The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-06-10

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marked, ''RObledO will see him enter
the gates of the prison, and in q day
or two viii bring TO US news Of the
execution. Perhaps, dear friend. you
think I have shown weakness in al
lowing that rascal to get off so cheaply
considering his crime, in causing dis
tress TO the senoTita, who is indeed as
beautiful as rUmor declared her to be.
But what viii you? / of all persons.
cannot afford 10 lose my good name"
You have never thought of retiring
from the sierra-frOm your profession %
inquired LalOr.
Don O., who had been huddIed by the
fire, sat up. The glancing flames played
over him, and never had the contrast
between his fragile body and fierce
heart been so apparent.
But, senior, you appear not TO COM
prehend this matterl'' he exclaimed,
his thin voice taking on the sibilant
sound of anger. Your question is i'll
considered. It proves that you have
failed to understand the motives which
led me to adopt my present profess
sion. In business, perhaps, as in that
of the wineseller or the dealer in vege-
ia bles. which has as its object the
amassing of a competence. one hears of
persons retiring. But have you ever
heard Of a poet. an author, an artist re-
tiring2"
Lalor FASTENED to acknowledge that
he had not.
The same rule applies to me-" pur-
sued the chief haughtily. THE excite
ments of my life and the greatness Of
my career are as dear to me as ever
and the idea of leaving them is intoIer-
able!
"A man Of my eminence cannot dis
appear. No senior, the feud between
the law and myself will never me ended
until am dead. And when the names
which today appear notable in the land
are forgotten. men will still speak Of
Don Q. My fame and my dOings have
enriched the Spanish language"
'tSenOr. have you no fear of cap
ture2" Lalor could not withhold the
question.
"Ah. no. my dear friend. none," the
thin claw-lilxe fingers were spread to
the blaze; none whatever. shall die
at my own time and in my own fash
ion"
The young author sighed. He had
grown almost attached to the strange
champion outlaw. whose nature, as he
now knew, could be touched to such
fine issues.
Why do you sigh7'' Don Q. asked in
his courteous way.
Pardon me-" exclaimed the young
man impetuOusly, but who of us can
say that luck forever be on his
side? You are here alone. Those about
you are woIves-yOU have called them
so. And wolves will drink each others
bICOS- Listen TO me: England offers a
safe retreat Come there
The delicate yellow hand went up to
deprecate further urging.
Il thank you. Senior LalOT. As for
me- have no fear When die, it will
be here And unborn men will fear to
Tnger alone among the sierra where
the great chief Of the sequestradOs lies
asleep
On the third day reports circulated
that Pablo Gomez. the bTigand Of the
sierra. Lad expiated his many crimes.
RObledo was free to return to the
Shountains. but one little hour must
still be snatched TO further his own
affairs Perhaps those who read may
remember a certain IsObelilla with a
fine ankle and lustrOus eyes, also those
dark eyes were lit with lOvelight for
the ragged. brave and picturesque
z2obLzSF. Yne thought Of her tempted
him to delaS. It was nightfalI when he
strOlled into a narrow lane to sing a
serenade Of passion and farewell under
a barred window, but a sound Of hurry
ing footsteps coming down the street,
RObIedo and his guitar were at once
swallowed up in the darkness Of a
neighbOTing doorway.
Two men appeared striding swiftly
along the line Of shadow, but as they
drew near RObledo's hiding place, a
shaft of moonlight through a break in
the house roofs caught the half-muff1ed
profile Of one Of them. RObledo first
started and crossed himself, then with
a quick monkey gesture he put out his
hand and touched the cloak Of this per-
son as he passed. It felt rough and
real enough to thrust all notions Of
ghosts out of the brigand's mind.
This was no appaTitiOn, but Pablo
Gomez very much in the flesh.
RObIedO comprehended that this pOr-
tended serious trouble against the
whole band Of the sequestradores in the
sierra. He himself could not guess what
II might be- but he would hasten back
with the news to Don O., who knew
everything. who could defeat every
stTatagem.
RobIedo inserted one lean brown hand
behind a bar and drew himself UP to
the window until a comedy. powdered
face and his own sun-bTOwned one were
close together, and a brief whispering
ensued. Two minutes later he dropped
down. wiped some powder from his lips
and slid away through the shadows.
On the second day he was urging his
mule at a speed il had never before at
tanned through the BOca de Jabili.
well. my child said Don O., gently,
when. RObledO once more stood before
him. you have fulfilled my commands
or you would not be here?"
Yes, lord
And the vile Pablo has been gar
rotted2"
NO, lord"
The chiefs Ivid eyes fickered omi-
noUsly at the young man.
Corpse of a scuIIion, You have dared
/ to disObey me2''
4 NO. lord. no! On the third day it
was sDOken on authority from the
prison that Pablo was dead, and that
/ his exceilency the governor had given
/ 80 pesetas to pay for masses for his
/ soul"
/ Go on"
Il desired to see the dead body, and
/ I went with the crowd to the prison,
/ but none were admitted. So I waited,
/ for il is not good for a poor man to
/ bring news on hearsay TO my lord.
The chief nodded impatiently-
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