New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-09-19

tempos ghost Don Jiminezl" she cried gaiIv as Size
settled herself into her hammock " VIII YOU take
me up into the hills 70 look for him' Thereu be
fine full moon
Don Jiminez sPrang UP and sat erect on his bench.
but only for a moment With surIy laugh. he re-
lapSed INTO his former position and answered moo
lily, There II be a heavy fog tonight. | think II
would have seemed from his words that his o-..y
terest lay IN the question OF the weather OF the
ter OF the moon and the fog.
But Evelyn's suspicious had been aroused once
more / wonder why BeltempOs name should al
ways so affect him." she mused nor could she quiet
the thoughts that followed fast the question.
membe-Iug She did that II had been Don Iilnirez
himself who had suggested that perChance it was
Beltempos spirit that had SO many times wayla.l
the RandSbUrg stage Whatever confirmation her
theories lacked was added when Donna Perfecta told
her that afternoon that poor Don Jininez had been
called away, that he had been obliged to so TO town
TO attend 20 some important business.
THE huumocked hill furrowed with low living
oaks Crept up to the crest OF the range The
moonlight showed them dark and gloom haunted.
Cleaving them a wide white furrOw. lay the road
slOpIng gently, gradually to the summit and pitch
ing suddenly INTO the valley beyond. Silent solitary
even ghost haunted the forest and the road seemed
for there sound of bird beast Under the
hive oaks the shadows grouped themselves into fan
taste shapes hlckering and dancing the carpet
of dead leaves
Only in one spot was shape that was still shape
that seemed 10 have the width and stature of man
for 1t was tall and gaunt and draped from head %
foot IN straight folds that might have been the
sock of Franciscan monk or the cloak of Spanish
cavalier y loose hood was drawn up over the hea.-
and face Unnaturally tall the shape seemed unda-
the Stunted trees, unnaturally still amid the dams
ing shadows unnatuTally grueSOne even in haunted
wood. There was no sound IN the road no .rtesr
sound OF wheel or hOOf; neither in the fore, was
there sound OF cracking brush or swapping tv- b-t
suddenly the silence of the night was broken.
FtHPo, FIHP0, tcSor0 dc mi aLHd!" The voice
rang tull and SOFT pregnant with passion AMI long
ing and vet so low that it might have issued from
shadow lips. The Spanish words were liquid notes
of love.
The cossacked figure started; a curse slipped from
the hooded lips.
FiliPo, Filipo art here at LAST Hast come. IL
deed, after all these weary years
The words We're nearer now. Ii seemed 10 the
listening man almost that he could hear the breath
that gave them life, and Vet there shape OF
SeinnlanCe OF human creature IN sight
Who are YOU Where are You, he demanded,
turning TO right and left. He spoke in Spanish,
were spoken the words he heard.
All, Fihpo. Filipo, is my voice all impotent 10
rouse thee them Ii thou woudst see me too, why.
here / am
a ) the CaSsocked shadow turned there fitted
across narrow moonlit aisle far down between
the trees a dainty figure For an instant only the
white hight rested a skirt of yellOwed satin,
a veil draped head, on lace enShrOuded breast.
"1IGdTe al DioSt" The words were gaSping cry
OF terror. With OutStretched arms the cassocked
figure drew wide the figure of the cross.
All, FllPO, mi Cord@0H dOst not know me even
now walled the low, passionate tones. For a
thousand nights I've waited at tryst and thoust
never come! Now. to find thee here! To find thee
all togettu of our love fOrgetful OF that oath sworn
on the sacred cruchX TO come from heaven or hell TO
meet there, where short love hVed.
While life lasted, waited for thee there. guarding
that sacred treasure that we buried. Never has my
soul known peace; but always has it sought for thee
for touch of thee, for word of thee. All, FiipO Fil
ipO BeltempOl Is all thy love for dead, dead even
as those bodies We wore so long ago.
The voice farther away and vet there had