Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1909-01-30

burdens lay together on the burning sand
"a tray OF cakes from her head, naked
babe from her arms Constable had the
stricken creature placed in the launch and
taken out to his ship for care, sending q
native doctor after her. The negroes
regarded him with curious adulation. The
water front would know him when he
came again.
'Oh, | say, friends of NINE" he an
nounced in French, "if any of you have
sick wives or little ones, send them out
to the ship yonder, and they will be cared
for. No, it is not a hospital, where fees
are charged-just a temporary refuge
from the heat for the women and little
ones. Tell your neighbors Here is money
to hire boats. / can crowd two hundred
babes and mothers on board"
The thought of e breath of coolnesa
turned his steps to Pere Rabeaut's little
stone shop in the Rue de Rivoli. Light
headed from the heat, and the root of
each hair prickling its individual warn
ing, he assembled the terraces and sank
down in the darkness at last, in his old
seat under the round window. The shop
was quite deserted. Moments passed. as
he famed himself with his limp straw
hat. A large piece of cardboard lay upon
the table. He turned it over idly. pen
ell sketch adorned the side which had
lain against the wood. The realization
was instantaneous that no common hand
had wrought this work.
The figure was that of a grown girl
Soronia-and the attitude of expectancy
brought out queerly the graceful and ar
dent lines of her figure. A wreath OF
blossoms was entwined in her hair, and
an old French urn hung from her hand.
The sketch seemed to be a series of happy
after-thoughts, with not a line too much.
As he studied il, with interest and Curl
osity, Constable became conscious of low
voices in the court behind. He arose.
with no idea of stealth, and stepped to
the rear door.
Soronia and Hayden Breen were stand.
ing close together in the denser shade at
the far end of the court. The song birds
were stilled in the torrid noon. The
girls profile, a bewitching thing wrought,
of animated gold, was upturned to the
eyes of Breen, and she was listening with
soulful intent. Shy Soronia. mistress of
the shadows. was called from her hiding
place at last TO hearken unto the whis-
perings of an American. Her heart seem
ed TO wait upon his words.
A smile crept over the face of tina
watcher His feelings were strange in
deed. There was a nobility in the figure
of Breen. standing there among the huge
banana leaves The watcher withdrew.
The sketch upon the table reminded him
that Soronia had revived the art. long
buried. Perhaps the vivid maiden had
revived az yell the lost youth of the
wOrld-jaded one. Constable departed.
The sky had become overcast. Pelee's
cone was not visible from the streets. A
sharp detOnatiOn cleayed the darkening
air, and from the shut houses the answer
issued. an answer partly stifed but vib-
rant with fright-the quaVering cries Of
age and childhood. sharp. low screams
from the mothers. the sullen undertone Of
men. A subdued drumming came from
the north now, completing the tossing
currents of sound ID the streets All this
was rubbed out instantaneously By Sc
ries Of thunder crashes. A deluee Of ash
complicated the shrond OF MONDAY, and
Che curse Of sulphur pressed down. The
highways filled maglcally with crying,
crouching, grayIipped throng.
The American Was running through tie
burned. poisoned air. a Nouap stretched
out hsr hands 10 him AZ b. passed. A
loulaffO youth fell ln A. biz heels. Others
followed 1Ae white nap Mas tle sub
linsaflop Of hlgbf D0Hn the terraces 70
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