The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-13

| / watched the blood for moment
mount in her lovely cheek, but she lifted
her arm and turning it that we might
see. said:
Yes 1t certainly is an odd bauble,
but I'm sure there is no mystery abou.
| it,"
The circlet was complete. Not a me-
dallion was missing.
When the party broke up Clarke sig
nified to Chief Ship to remain. Thaida
had not yet made her adieus.
Il have told you, Chief said Clarke
''how with Thaida's help we solved the
mysterious murder revolving about the
Blue Bokhara' in New York ! know
you are skeptical | am myself. but if
Thaida will help us it viii do no harm
to test her powers in this case
Il will do anything you wish to help
Carlton" answered Thaida, seating her.
self in reclining chair.
Clarke quickly put her first in the
hypnotic and then in the cataleptic
state. Then pressing against her FORE
head the satsuma medallion from Miss
Atwell's bracelet, he said:
Look well into the past, Thaida. and
+, tell us what you see.''
The voice came soft and cadenced
like message from the unknown:
Il see a tropic port. There are white
houses back upon beautiful hill
White roads of shell Irvine their way up
the slope. At its foot and running
down to the harbor is a military post
Soldiers are all about, bathing in the
azure waters of the harbor. smoking
and slipping drinks under the veran-
das- They are Americans. Back on
white plaster more pretentious than
re Ia
swings hammock. and in it languidly
reclines a beautiful young lady. She
is dark of skin and hair and her deep
black eyes glow like Goals of fire On
her arm there is a bracelet of quaint
and curious design. 1t is of satsuma
medallions, like one that l have seen,
linked with finely wrought gold
AT the young girls feet sits an Of
ficer In khaki and putees. He is an
American, and he lifts his boyish sun
darkened face to hers and his soul goes
out to her in his eyes while she toys
with the bracelet on her arm and an
swers his love messages in kind.
But wait, they are speaking. II
is Spanish
Translate it, Thaida."
lt-was so good of you, light of my
life, to give me this beautiful thing
says the girl But you must not spend
all the money your government gives
you thus. Some day you will take me
back to your own land and we shall
need other things besides combs of tor
toise and gold, and jeweled stilettos
and canoes and this
They are nothing, answers the
young officer. Surely j may give pref
ty things to my wife. though they can
not make her more beautiful than she
is
Your wife, Morton? Tell me again
that the marriage is a good one. /
know you gave the friar much money,
So gold. but there are times when i
start out of my dreams and see the
face of a girl. and she is fair and of
your own race. and ! speak to her
in the night. She tells me that | shall
never see that far-off country of yours.
And then l look again and see her fair
form and she has my comb in her
hair, and my stiletto at her throat,
and my cameo at her waist and my
bracelet on her arm
"And then the young officer rises and
strokes back her raven hair and puts
his arm about her.
my foolish little Jesucita,' he says.
the old Tagalog bag has again been