Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1907-03-29

,copyrIgn,. by DAILY Story Pub. Coz
By r. S. MCKINNEY

about that she should have the priv
ilcge OF attending his hut. and In a
hundred little ways make him by
degrees realize that those little com.
forts were owing 10 her foresight.
Every day for two years she had
busted the desk and repeatedly had
she said TO herself while busting the
little framed picture.
Il hate you'"
For weeks she prayed against this
hatred, but as the weeks gathered
themselves into months. and the
months into years. and as he still
greeted those American letters with
delight. II became unbearable 20 her.
When Holy Week came about. to-
gethcr they always attended the sery.
Ices at the beautiful Church OF
Tacuba. and her prayer uttered ST.
lently by his side was that ne would
forget that other.
II was always Marina TO whom he
came when tired: II was with her.
too. he chose 10 float In their little
skin up and down the canal No.
she was determined he should not go.
Howard loved this slow. pretty Mex.
lean life. and in a way was loathc TO
leave H. He loved. too. the little
black child that played about In Its
half.nakedness and reveled whenever
he went In the town. In gathering the
little halfbreeds about him. seeing
their glce when he scattered a few
coins TO them.
Weeks passed Tomorrow Howard
Wade was TO leave for his American
home and bride La Marina went
about faithful as dog. She seemed
to be taking his departure now. al
most as a matter Of course. Occa'
slonally strange halffrightoned.
hslf.wild look came into the flashing
black eyes as she watched him. She
had packed the last OF his books and
pictures. As she turned the little
framed pictured face downward In
his trunk she muttered.
He will never go. never'"
The next morning she served him
his last breakfast In the shade Of the
vines about the porch
This. senior" she said. as she
poured the tea. rs most delicious
drink. II Is made from the Toloache
weed. and Is a luxury we only give 10
one starting upon a long journey. You
will like II as II Is most pleasing to
taste" And she handed him a cup OF
steamIng. sparkling liquid. But what
she did not tell him was that those
who drank thereof. became as little
children. forgetting the more imme-
date past and absolutely the present.
and what might be planned for a
future.
Raising the cup he looked over its
brim into the eyes Of the senorita.
said
This Is 10 little La Marina; may
she bring the same comfort and pleas
urc TO each stranger that she has TO
this one" and he drained the cup.
La Marina stood transflxcd. Al the
last momon; she moved as though TO
dash the cap from him. bat hcsitat-
cd tin too late. He sat for a few
moments with HIS chin resting In his
hand. then as though reused by a
thought. pushed the dishes away
somewhat impatlepuy. and rose.
passed down the shady walk to the
spring.
Breathlessly la Marina crept after
tFl she saw him sit upon a small
mound and begin TO throw rocks into
the pool. laughing like q happy boy
over the ripplos IN the water
Some weeks later they found him
she Of the little framed picture and
his father-found him romping and
playing In high glce. about the little
hut. with a beautiful dark'cyes Mex.
lean glrl.