The Washington times., 1911-11-17
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL
PIZARRO II sys a.4,. AUBREY ~ ss. 1-. TYSON 2,
BY ]. AUBREY TYSON
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Co..

rather than TO answer mine." said Spar
| hawk: II repeat, Why are you hsre''
Bsrbara hesitated. then glanced to-
ward Connerton.
SDarhawk sharply. "You may speak
freely in his presence"
~ should prefer to speak with you
"If your object in coming here Is OF
| such delicate nature that you hesitate
to speak of IL i'm the presence of n,y
fllend. j withdraw my question. A few
moments ago l prevented you from
| leaving this apartment. 1 will make no
attempt Ia restrain you now"
The young woman, flushing deeply,
TOOK step or two toward the door,
then stopped suddenly. As she hesi-
| tated size fixed her gaze on Sparhawk
proachfully.
The American smiled grimly.
"1f the Valo idea of gallantry makes
| IL incumbent on a man to kiss the hand
which has aimed n blow at his head, /
plead guilty to your charge" he re-
The young woman started and the
color left her face. A stricken look
came into her eyes and she seemed to
| shrink from Sparhawk's clear. cold
gaze.
You are right, SIR" she said family.
my mad act has caused me to forfeit
all claims which womanhood may have
| upon your sense of chivalry.
i
you here I feared you would deliver
me to my enemies. When I called to
this Indian for aid, had not seen him
for three years. He did not see me en-
sparhawk turned to Connerton.
Better take that Indian outside and
bring him to, Tom" he said.
sidera BILE uneasiness, had already made
several false starts in the direction OF
the door He now strode over to where
Mayta was lying, and lifting him in his
powerful arms. he bore him out OF the
room with as little es.ort as II the In
! dian had been a sleeping child.
A sob Issued from Barbara's lips as
she saw the pitiful spectacle presented
by her champion.
Wont you sit DOWN" asked Spar
hawk, moving chair toward her.
The young woman did not wait for a
| second invitatt9n. She sank wearily on
the chair and hid her face in her hand
"oh. God help met" she sobbed. and
| Sparhawk saw that she was shaking
convusively
At length she recovered some of her
| self-possesson and turned her tear
| stained face toward Sparhawk. She was
about to speak when the American in
terrupted her.
Il have told you that no longer seek
he said kindly. "i(do not invite your
confidence unless it is within my power
| to aid you.
In a soft voice that trembled In
| said:
II am in serious trouble. but whether
or not you will be able to aid me do
not know / fear that II Sonora Peri
In Vaio "
who knows that you will not find
one here? And one OF us means four"
tated. Her eyes were on the hands
which toyed nervously with the hand
kerchief in her lap.
MY name is not Barbara Webster,
but Barbara Carlton
sparhawk nodded slightly as she
paused, but he did not speak.
My father was George Carlton. a
England" Barbara went on. my
mother. Acacara, was a mestizo, the
daughter of Aonzo Mosquero and
Xenavia. full-blooded descendant of
Cartoons wife twenty-four years ago.
Five years ago Don Antonio per-
suaded my parents to come to Valo.
remained here two years.
in England. and his relatives insisted
that j should go to that country to
complete my education. Accordingly. 1
left here three years ago to go to Cir
ton. From that day to this / have not
received line from my parents.
Two months ago Colonel Mosquero,
my mothers half-brother, went to Eng
land to get me and bring me back to
Valo. 1t was not until ! arrived here
today that / learned that my parents
had died. both In the same week, more
than year ago, and that my uncle,
Colonel Mosquero, had been made ad-
mtnistrator of their estate.
Tonight Don Antonio gave ball,
and II was not until my arrival at the
palace that ! was told not only that
the ball was in my honor but that Doa
Antonio was preparing to make me his
Indignation choked Barbara's utter
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