Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-27

tied in bow Just down over the toe. And
if you don't go through the lot whilst I'm
away squaring mine matters up in England
I shall take you solemnly round the shops
when l come back here and buy you
trousseau of all the ugliest and most I'M
becoming garments they have in stock
You are good to me, dear But 1 can
never spend all that
IF you've any balance you find unwieldy,
buy CascaeS a smile with it, If you can
find one that will fit. No. seriously old
though you did not know it when you took
him, and you may as well get used to
spending. It's no use for US preparing to
save"
mo use preparing to save poor Laura
repeated mserably to herself. There will
be no-no one except ourselves to look for
ward to- But she said nothing of this
aloud. She just thanked him and Struggled
in to his shoulder and patted his sleeve.
Far away over the corner of the isle
steamer hooted in the harbor of the Isleta
and the sound came to them dimly through
the foliage plants. Carter looked at his
watch. "HullO, 1 must go, or the criminal
who drives my tartana will fog that poor
beast of a mule to death in his effort to
catch the. boat So now, Miss Slade, just
please give me sample of your best good
by"
Twilight does not linger in the summer
months. even so far north as Grand Canary
The sun was balanced in lurid splendor on
the rocky backbone of the isle as Carter
said his last words of farewell making the
dead volcanoes look as though at within
they could spring once more into scarlet
life 1t was dark when he got on the road
and the evening chill rode in on the Trade
The nouse-colored tartana mule sneeZed as
he pressed his CALLED shoulders into the
collar
Carter wedged himself in a corner of the
carriage and resolutely looked lie with
a reckless gayety. After all, what was this
ache called Love? To the devil with it!
Hereafter he would eat and drink and
work, especially work, and-well. Laura
was a good sort, and he intended to play
the game and please her. He had given his
word to Laura, he forgot exactly why, but
he had given it, and that was enough. For
good or evil he was one of those logged
Englishmen who keep to promise that had
once been given.
Then with an equal doggedness he thrust
all these things from his mind, and reso-
iutely clamped down his thoughts to Tin
Hill and the details of its working. No
news had reached him of the Importance
which the freakish British public had
placed upon his little arrangement about
that detail of the human sacrifices. He
saw himself merely as an unknown bust
ness man who in the near future would be
able to sway a thing which at present he
knew nothing about, and that was the tin
market. The idea unconscously fascinated
him. He had no enmity against tine pres
ent producers of tin, did not know, indeed,
who they We're. but he smiled grimly as he
thought of the way in which presently he
power, which is latent in so many men,
ieaping up into life.
The brilliant stars shone down on him
from overhead and the cool Trade carried
to him salt odors of the sea, but they got
from him no attention His mind was
Journeying away in the African bush, on
spouting river bars, in offices, on metal ,ex-
changes.
He was reused from these dreams with
much suddenness. In his up country jour-
neying in Africa he had developed that ami
mai instinct for the nearness of danger
which is present in us all, but in nine hun
dred and ninety-nine men out of the thou
sand becomes atrophied for want of use.
him name which means Man with-eyes-
at-the- ck-of- his head
1t was this slightly abnormal sense that
sprang into quick activity, and Carter made
so sudden stoop that his face smacked
against the shabby cushions on the opposite
side of the tartana. But simultaneously he
turned and clutched through the night and
seized wrist, and held 1t with all his iron
force. moment later he found with his
other hand that the wrist was connected
with long, bright-bladed knife, so he
twisted 1t savagely till that weapon fell on
to the dirty carpet on the floor Ana all
the time, be 1t well understood, no sounds
had been uttered, and the mouse-colored
mule logged steadily on with the tartana
through the dust and the night.
Then Carter began to haul in on the
wrist, and the man to whom 1t was attach
ed came over into the body of the vehicle
humping his knees shrewdy against the
wheel spokes en- route.
"Ah, Cascaes. that's you, is it? And
thought once you claimed to be O gentle