The Washington times., 1911-04-09
CHAPTER XVII (Continued).

Inc Quenna SHOOK neT Hedu sdoiy'
Beyond doubt" she complained. Il
grow very old and slow of wit. / am
ready, sonora"
"ReaYy," said the sonora a few mo-
ments later, as she arranged herself to
her best advantage in the landau, this
turnout is worthy of Paris. Rojas has
taste, Inez."
'Guayana," replied the duenna, some
what sharply, lis the center of South
American civilization"
so? And Boston is the hub of the
universe
You have never been In Guayana, be-
fore, then?"
Never; I have seen Caracas, how
ever, and Rio, and Buenos Ayres." The
carriage rolled smoothly over the as
phalt of the Plaza de la Reforma. "And
whose house is that Inez?"
The presidents, sonora. They call 1t
thS Green House, because of its color.
TBere is a saying of the streets con-
cerning the Malone Of the Green
House"
The woman cackled quietly over the
feeble pun. The senora's interest was
apparently languid, but be sure she saw
all that was to be seen of the residence
of Malone, though that were little to
her satisfaction. 1t was a plain, two
story affair. pretentious only in that
with its grounds 1t covered fair city
block.
Like most Spanish-American houses,
wealth had not been wasted upon its
exterior decorations. There was some
thing more of stucco than is usual, the
paint brush had been used with a
hand more free: but that was all. The
windows that gave upon the street were
the customary, small and heavily bar
red. The great door of mahogany was
studded thickly and swung upon mas
sive metal hinges: at the time 1t was
tightly closed. One who did not know
that five residences out of every six
upon the streets which radiated from
the Plaza would be found to present
q similar blank front to the public
might well have been excused for
thinking the Green House of Anahuac
q city prison.
Opposite it loomed the more imposing
bulk of the capitol proper, the Palacio
Federal, severely white and dingy; the
other sides of the square gave place to
the Teatro Municipal and the Hotel
National. Between these, confidently
snuggIed up to their important neigh
bors, clustered open-air cafes. restau-
rants, and sweetmeat shops. The little
park about the band-stand gave vivid
color to the Plaza de la Reforrna, as the
staggering, blue-coated, red-trousered
sentries and the gay equipages of
Guayana's aristocracy, with their liver
fed grooms, gave 1t life and movement.
fits daily airing. The asphalt resounded
with the hollow clapping of many hoofs
and the rumble of wheels. The eye was
gratified with the dainty costumes of
women, who lolled droopingly within
their vehicles, or preened with the inVl-
tation to admiration.
The Sonora Adele de Casada affected
a naughty air, diSdaining her share or
the admiration; and the warm glances
which were bestowed upon the stranger
rot r,eal he
piquancy of her light beauty gained in
slant appreciation in the eyes of Sal
Vator and Pedro and Gonzalo. And II
the senora saw from the tail of her eyes,
that Mercedes and Conception regarded
her with undiSguised Jealousy, she was
not displeased.
Two young members of the Bulldogs,
on their way to form with the presi-
dents escort, stared insolently, twirling
their mustaches. One whistled perplex-
to a caracole and grinned impudently
when the sonora bit her lip to repress
the smile.
"A sumner, me boy
Looks the thoroughbred, Charley"
Heaven only knows! But I'll make
II my business to discover. To tell ye
the truth"
''Well?"
"Tm tiring of these dark-skinned
beauties"
Shame on ye.. trifer. What of Te-
resa?"
Hang Teresa! Wonder when we'll
see her again."
They had not long TO wait. Malone
found the sonora pensively occupying
his favorite bench in the Campo Santo,
gazing with meditative eyes out over
the sheets of living green that fairly
covered the plateau-the fields of sugar
cane-ere, upon the rise of the foothills,
tn hn of
coffee plantations.
She was alone: Dona 1nez kept the
carriage, while her mistress wandered
in the sacred precincts of the cemetery.
She wandered aimlessly, finally to sink
wearily to rest near the mausoleum of
that one woman to whose memory Ma
lone paid homage. 1t was a bold stroke
thus to hunt the man in a place hall
lowed to him by sentiment and by the
potent influence of the tomb But the
Sonora de Casada played boldly-with
the audacity that is born of deep calcu-
Iation, it is true; nor was she disap-
pointed in the behavior of the presi-
dent.
tude invaded. It cannot be said that he
was angered, since he admitted to all
the world that he was lonely, and a
pretty woman is sovereign remedy for
undoubtedly handsome; her profile re-
mained unchanged, since she did not
seem to have heard the crunch of his
boots upon the gravel. A subtle some
thing in her pose reused within him a
dormant reminiscence. Could it be?
Pardon, sonora" He uncovered re-
spectfully.
She started up and turned to him a
disturbed countenance.
"Adelev' he cried. 81 suspected it!'
She stepped backward a pace or two,
keeping her eyes fixed upon his face.
"Pardon. senior, but you have all the
advantage -,
.Ts II possible that the years have
so changed me?' he said sadly.
II do not know you, senor. Oblige
The presidents eyes twinkled.
True" he admitted, twas twenty
years ago"
"FXplain yourself, senor!
That evening I'm thinking Of, after
we had come from the Luxembourg gar
dens and dined at"
iwhy, Barryi" She consented to rec
ognize him at last
And YOU called me your wild Irish
man." he persisted, "and then we"
''Barryr'
We
"You must not say another word,''
The sonora stamped her foot angrily;