The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-29

putting through the slippery sand, ARE
/ looking out along the coast for some
| investments. We've just come up from
Conception and Valparaiso and Lima
The captain of this subsidized ferry
/ boat told us there was some good pick
ing around here in silver mines. So we
4 got off, Now, where is that cafe, Mer-
riam2 Oh, in this portable soda water
paviliOn?'
| Leaving Quinby at the bar, Hedges
drew Merriam aside.
! Now. what does this mean?" he said.
with gruf kindness. Are you sulking
about that fool row we had?"
| Il thought" stammered Merriam-'T
heard-they told me you were-that 1
| had"
well, You didn't. and I'm not" said
Hedges. That fool young ambulance
surgeon told Wade l was a candidate
/ for coffin just becaese I'd got tired
and quit breathing. I laid up in pri-
vate hospital for a month: but here l
am. kicking as hard as ever. Wade
and l tried to find you but couldn't.
Now, Merriam, shake hands and for
| get it all. ] was as much to blame as
you were; and the shot really did me
/ good came out of the hospital as
| healthy and fit as a cab horse. Come
on: that drinks waiting
| "Old man." said Merriam. brokenly,
Il don't know how to thank you. /
well. you know
'Oh. forget it." doomed Hedges.
! "'Quinbyll die of thirst if we don't join
him.
Bibb was sitting on the shady side of
| the gallery waiting for the II O'Clock
! breakfast. Presently Merriam came out
and Joined him. His eye was strangely
/ bright.
"Bibb, my boy" said he. slowly way
ing his hand, do you see those noun
tains and that sea and sky and sun
shine? They're mine, Bibbsy-al
mine.
You go in" said Bib, "and take
eight grains of quinine, right away.
1t won't do in this climate for a man
to get to thinking he's Rockefeller, or
James O'Neill, either"
Inside, the purser was untying a
great roll of newspapers, many of them
weeks old, gathered in the lower ports
by the Pajaro to be distributed at cas-
ual stopping places.
Tic PanchO, the hotel proprietor. set
his great silver-rimmed anteojos upon
his nose and divided the papers into a
number of smaller rolls barefooted
muchacho dashed in, desiring the post
of messenger
"Bien venido.' said Tic Pancho.
This to Sonora Conant: that to 81
Doctor -S-Schlegel-Dios. what a
name to say.-that to Senior DavisZone
for Don Alberto. These two for the
casa de Huespedes, Numero y, en- la
Gale de las Buenas Gracias And saw
to them all, muchacho. that the Pajaro
sails for Panama at this afternoon.
If any have letters to send by the post
let them come quickly that they NAV
hrSt pass through the correo'
Mrs. Conant received her roll of
newspapers at 4 o'clock The boy was
late in delivering them, because he
had been DETECTED from his duty by an
isuana that crossed his path and to
which he Immediately gave chase. But
ii made no hardship, for she had no
letters TO send
she was idling in a hammock in tho
PATIO OF the house that she occupied.
nan awake. half happily dreaming of
the paradise that she and Merriam had
created out of the wrecks of their pasts
She was content now for the horizon
OF that shimmering sea to be the hori-
ION of her life. They had shut out the
world and closed the door
Merriam was coming to her house at
!. after his dinner at the hotel She
would put on a white dress and an
apricot-cclored lace mantilla, and they
would walk an hour under the cocoanut
palms by the lagoon. She smiled con-
tentedly and chose a paper at random
from the roll the boy had brought.
At first the words of a certain head
line OF a Sunday newspaper meant
nothing to her; they conveyed only a
visualized sense of familiarity. The
largest type ran thus: Lloyd B. Co.
nant Secures Divorce" And then the
sub-headings: "Well-Known st. Louis
Paint Manufacturer Wins Suit, Plead
ing One Years Absence of Wife" Her
Mysterious Disappearance Recalled
Nothing Has Been Heard of Her
Since"
Twisting herself quickly out of the
hammock, Mrs. Conant's eyes soon