Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1908-12-11

mounts were procuraDle.
ITS probably better for her that she
did not give herself to me- Constable
observed, when they were in the saddle
again. His mind was deepening the bitter
groove now. "Well put all this behind
us presently, Breen. We're mates, l
guess"
This is our last ride together, Peter.
There are many reasons. One is-the
law is on my trail! =. Will you
please inform me what you are laughing
atT
Constable carefully related the Crusoe
episode.
Breen groaned. Don't you see, Peter,
you are winding yourself up tighter and
tighter in my crimesY'
Somehow, can't get wrought up over
trifes tonight. The detective matter dis
posed of, what are the other reasons why
you and must diverge after this night"
Breen was silent a moment. 81 was
pretty hard-hit this morning." he said
finally. 1.-The rough weather broke down
my idea about not going to the shop
again. 1t seems incredible, but Soronia
has never had a lover-before. l found
her-if you'll ii forgive me-in need OF me.
You see, | had just come from the reek-
ing stone of sacrifice where you lay; and
l relit a pair of creole eyes-promised
to 60 to sea no more"
Suppose l had missed Crusoe?" Con-
stable asked bitterly. Suppose l had
been poor liarF"
There are many Crusoes, Peter. They
won't all fail. You can't keep this one
off always. 1t amounts to just this for
me-that l have found my little isle in
the midst of the sea, like that other pro-
moter who all but conquered Europe"
'But why could you not both 60 aboard
with me?' the other persisted.
II have told you that after this ride
l cease to vampirize the career Of Con-
stable. If Crusoe finds the Rue de Rivoli,
very well. If not, for the present, very
we'll again. None of his ilk shall find
you and me together. Two or three times,
back across the forbidden tundras of
years, l have met men who stack up
something as you do in my thoughts to-
night. l never hurt any of those fellows
as have hurt you. I'm too fond of you
to hit you any harder. Let's talk about
something else"
Constable had received a singular ap-
peal He knew that if there were any
future for him, he would think of Breen' S
last words coordinate in memory with
the quaking rim of the crater. 1t did not
occur to him to answer at once. They
were passing through Morne Rouge, so
overcrowded now that people were sleep
ing in the streets. On the dark down.
trail again, words did not come to him,
and when the party re-entered the bank
of falling ash and the sulphur stencil, it
was not good to open ones mouth in
speech.
The guides were paid at the edge Of
the city. Saint Pierre was dark and har-
rowingly still The hoof-beats of the two
mules which the Americans retained were
mufHed in the ash, as if they were pound
ing along the sandy beach. Often the
rousing fetor of death reached the nostrils
of the riders, above, the drying, cutting
vapor of the volcano, and their beasts
SHE'D and snorted at the untoward humps
on the highway. 1t was as if war and
pestilence had stalked through Saint
Pierre that day, and winter storm had
tried to cover the dreadful aftermath. A
door opened at last before them, and
there was a cry from Soronia. Pere
Rabpaut hurried out and led the mules to
shelter.
Constable sank into his old seat at the
round table under the window. He watch
ed Breen and the woman. His friend was
huge and lean in the lamp light; his
white clothing stained from the saddle,
his hair and mustache white from ash, his
black eyes burning in face haggard unto
ghastliness The woman was in his arms
as they stood together. What they said,
Constable did not allow his mind to rea-
son with, but the glory of her lovers
presence which shone in the eyes of So
ronia called down upon the watcher his
own black vistas of desolation. She had
found. for an hour, the true and the beau
tiful-the soul anchorage which he was
never to know! He would keep
all craft of the Crusoe stamp from
laundering into her sweet haven-this
much he could do, was his thought. Food
was placed before him, and he ate a lit
tie. for the sake of Breen. His eyes
.pained from the lamplight, and he drop
ped his face forward into his arms on the
table. Close to the wood, the vibrations
of the mountain doomed louder in his
ears.
But you must not go away again ~
Soronia implored.
"Yes, for an hour-two hours at the
most-little fairy" Breen whispered
They were in the living rooms across
the court, where the bird cages were
TERED and covered with cloths. She clung
to him pitifully.
"With you away-oh, my lover, no, no |!
l cannot live again for hours
and hours -
"Hush he Is In great trouble. He
must not awake until after l am gone.
Then he must not know where l have
| gone | am going to the plantation house