Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-31

earlier; but the senior, know, does not like
ugly women, and l sent her away"
Il cannot be annoyed" said Carvaho i'm
patiently.
ave gan see noboty," supplemented the
German.
"Show her in.' The abrupt command
came from Groom. He was on his feet, and
| as he spoke he slapped the table so that the
wineglasses danced on the damask cloth and
one of them, tottering over, spilled out the
yellow wine.
The senorita, looking up to Grooms hard,
angry face, smiled lightly and rose. Il
think she said graciously to Carvaho, II
had better go. Our business is finished, and
have no wish to lntrude on"
"Stay where you are!" said Groom rough
ly, and, grasping her by the shoulder, forced
her back into the chair.
THE action was so rough that began to
protest, and the Count blinked, Devil
dered. The waiter had opened the door, adj
hitting the woman who had asked for Senior
Carvaho. Her excitement was such that she
trembled visibly, and the quickness of her
breathing was audible. AS she closed the
door and leaned against it, her eyes swept
the group, and suddenly her swarthy face
was convulsed with anger. She had heavy,
black brows and thick lips, and she was not
lovely.
"Tricked!" she said in low, tense voice
that had more of tragedy than rage in it.
We were all on our feet. Only the sefio-
rita remained seated, and calm.
"Who are your" asked Carvaho, a great
fear shaking him at last.
Groom, familiar with defeat, smiled in an
ugly way that lifted his upper lip and con-
veyed no idea of mirth.
The newcomer stepped forward and
grasped the back of the chair Carvaho had
vacated.
EYES," she said putting into her shaken
voice significant note, "Senorita Men
dorez!"
There was dead pause, broken only by
a gurgling from the German Count, as if he
tried hard to swallow the lump in his throat.
Carvaho, deadly pale now, lifted the cham
payne bottle from the table and poured a
shook as if it had been blown by the wind.
"You had long voyage, Senorita Men
dorez?" he inquired husky voiced.
"From Bajos to Hatteras it was calm," re-
piled the ugly woman, christening her glove
"Gott!' The word came from the Ger
man in groan.
The room was silent, so deadly still that a
beggar, voicing his whining plant in the
street below, seemed to be looking in at us
through the open window.
ave blay fine game, a--game for-gonl-
merce," he suffered, moved to it by the in
sstent stare of the newcomer.
Commerce and liberty, iberty!" she
said quickly, drawing off the glove with a
scowl
At that uncertainty left the minds of all
of us. We turned, angry, toward the other
girl, whom the American had thrust into the
chair. She sprang to her feet and, taking a
step backward SO that she faced us, stood
electrified, threatening, menace to all
of us.
"Yes," she said, in swift clear utterance,
IL admit it. | am not Senorita Mendorez.
| am not an agent for General Velaya. am
the daughter of an officer in the President S
army"
| She drew herself up still more, seeming to
tower above even the huge German, who
was gasping like FISH, and in the pause she
| glanced toward the door.
! "You thieves!" she challenged us, and,
turning to Carvaho, "You traitor! All, am
sick of these plots, this nefarious pursuit of
international murder for little money, a
little gold! And the insolence of you-all of
you-to think that a thickwitted German, a
piratical American, and traitor of my coun-
try could succeed in this plan to ruin my