The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-10-03
1910

carried to the Sidewalk. A nustai, -co.o1ad
handkerchief was tied over her darl head,
her white face stared up at the SIN, the
nectarine bloom gone 1t was Ziola, And
both Ziola legs were broken. This was'fhe
last straw. Salvador begar to scream, and
he SCREAMED wildly until Michael O'Flanni-'
gan inserted portion of his fist into his
mouth. 1t was as effective as gas-plug.
But that was not the end, it was only the
beginning; they were fined twenty dollars
each for breaking the spe d laws, and Jim
was held to await tn. results 4 Ziola's in-
jurics, Salv4tor paid the pip. The aa
was low rluch reduc ID; only hiig dallT
remained sncl the;' wee fifty u,nifs cc~;s
to the -oD5ltc lIr coul.. ncths. eat 1cr
sleep He haunted Tic osr!tM until cvesy
attendant hnew the little dried-..is face
and The duh bead eyes, swollen i.oa' with
slsopessress. lie haunted them like bad
conscience and he spent hours OF the night
walking 10 and fro outside.
Inside poor Iiola lay with her legs in
plaster casts. They would be saved, hut
how she had suffered She ravod in her
fcver, sometimes of Leo and their hcpsiess
plight; sometimes she thought that she wasa
standing on the steps OF the old Proteoto~
rate, looking down on the lovely valley o..
the QunniDiac she felt her long mushroom.
knife in her hand, she saw the white sails 81
the oyster boats, the whirling wings Of the
sea-gulls, the smoke OF autumn foliage or.
the breast of the Sleeping Giant, and she
fancied hat mushrooms were springing oue'
Of The red sandstone of The old quarry and
turning rto silver dollars to take her to be-
lover, For may not true love eve.l grow al
mushroom out of sandstone?
1t was a long six weeks before they Ter
Salvador see her Then she was propped Ut
OH her pillows, very white and very pretty. !
BY contrast Salvador, who was racked by
conscience, looked more like evaporated
fruit than ever. Ziola had been crying
about Leo. They had just allowed her to
have his letter with its old cry: Could she
come? Could she get the money for her
ticket? She had no money and the frost had
killed the mushrooms
Salvador dropped on his knees and laid a
dirty wad of bills on the bed. "Ziola,' he
sobbed, II am one big thief send ME to
Jail"
Zioa thought she had the deliriuns again
What ails you, Salvador? Are you crazy7n
Then he told her brokenly the story ofthe
advertisement and his sudden determine
ton to get the jewelfrom her and obtain the
reward himself He told her Of the pile of
bills, of the automobile and Of Jim Grady.
He kept nothing back; he grovelled in his
anxiety to tell her all-all. There were only
fifty dollars left
Ziola listened, amazement and increduty
on her face. Then she snatehed wildly at
the bills and counted them. Her fingers
trembled; her look was strange. Salvador
sank lower, his heart in his boots.
II go to jail, he said weakly, all resist
ance gone, and when come out I'll work
till Il get you back the other fifty.
Ziola.
But Ziola was deaf; she had just counted
the bills the third time Madonna" shes
mnrmured, lifting her eyes toward heavens
I've been too bad off to work much!~f
walled Salvador, "but | can give you three
dollars more-if-you won't make it toe
hard II know IN thief, but L.
With sudden wild cry Ziola threw he.