The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1911-03-08

water. 1t scorches, not heals. Iris,
willing or not, had sapped her Saliva
doris allegiance. Carmela wanted to
see those curved lips writhing in pain,
those brown eyes dimmed, that smooth
brow wrung with the grief that
knows no remedy.
A fierce JOY leaped up in her when
Verify spoke Of an early departure.
you see, Iris" he explained, these
Brazilian bucks may be months in set
tim their differences. Dickey an me,
'elped lot by our consul, squeezed a
pass out Of the president-beg pardon
miss, but e is president. In Pernam-
buco at all events" he said In au
apologetic aside to Carmela-"an' the
sooner we make tracks for ole Eng
land the better it'll be for all of
US. Wot do you say to an early start
tomorrow? We'd be OF tonight on'y
I'm feared my rheumaticky bones
wouldn't stand the racket"
The color ebbed from Iris face, but
she said at once:
81 shall be ready, uncle, dear.
promised Dom Corria to look after the
hospital appliances that are so much
needed by the poor soldiers, but the
Senhora de Sylvia will attend to that
much more effectually than l."
Good! Then that's settled"
Carmela, Of course, did not believe
In q woman's complacency In such a
vital matter. She was ever prepared to
spring, TO strike, to wrench their plans
to suit her own ends; but, contrive as
she might, she could not succeed In
leaving Iris alone with Bulmer. Full
Of device, she was foiled at each turn
The day wore. the sun went down, the
starlit sky made beautiful q parched
earth, but never word in privacy did
Iris exchange with her husband to be.
Carmela's malice was not hidden from
her, but she despised it, There was
some ease for her tortured brain in de-
feating 1t. If the Senhora dc Sylvia
had only understood how thoroughly
the Englishwoman loathed her petty
jealousy it was possible that the few
remaining hours of their enforced init
macy might have been rendered less
irksome
The future is the most cunning of
playwrights. No man may tell what
the next scene shall be. And no man
nor any woman could guess the mad
revel Of hate and war that would rage
that night around the placid home.
stead of Las Flores.
Behind the veranda was a huge ball
room converted by the exigencies Of
the campaign into a dining hall for the
many inmates of the finca. The Bra
lillian ladies, the sailors, some sick or
wounded officers who were not con-
fined to bed, even the household serv-
ants. took their meals there I'm COM
mon. Supper was serve ed soon after 8
o'clock. When cigars and cigarettes
were lighted and the comrany broke
up into laughing. goesiplng. nc!sy
groups. the place looked mere Ike
popular continental cafe than room
In private Yl0.sion
Though De sylvia, General Russo.
San Benav.Ces and some score of
members % the presidents star who
usually din2d at the tinca were ROW
absent. there was no lack Of lively
chatter. a very Babel Of tongues
mixed in amity. The prevalent note
was one Of CHEEKY animation. Carmela
exerted herself to win popularity, and
presidents daughter need not put
forth very strenuous efforts I'm that d.
rection to be acclaimed by most.
Iris was listening with real interest
to Verity's description Of the finding
or Macfarlane In the Andromeda's boat
by Cardiif bound collier three days
after he had drifted away from Fer
nando NorCnha.
The yarn KEN to us through the
consul at PernaElbuco," he said. "Evi-
IDENTIFY, from wot you tell me, it's al
right. Poor ole Mac I'D q bad time
afore e vas picked w. but e was
alive. an In jolly giad Of 1t, for ell
be first rate witness wen this bust
ness comes UP in court"
"Wot court" demanded Coke sharn-
ly.
"The court that settles our claim. OF
course" retortcd Verify. with a quick
ferret look at his fellow corspirator.
"ThereIl be no claim. The president
means to stump Up in style. You take
my tip an shut up about courts" said
Coke.
It'll cost Brazil tidy penny" re-
marked Bulmer thoughtfully.
A criado. a nondescript manservnnt
attached to the household, stopped
over Iris and whispered something.
She gathered that she was wanted in
the pateo, or courtyard, which, owing
70 the construction Of the house. stood
ON one side instead of In front, where
the lawn usurped its usual position.
"Who Is IT." she asked.
Colonel San Benavides, senhora."
Tell him to wait" she said, hoping
to gain Il moment wherein to decide
how hest to oct