The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-07-28

| MAKE the slightest Uproar and III
great room. Apparently no one pres
ent had taken the slightest interest in
the affair, with the exception of the
small party of Chilean officers who
were laughing uproariously over their
wine, and the girls gray eyes, now
almost black from excitement, came
back to her prosecutor.
"The dance on the warship, seno.
rita" he insisted, the gran dance of
my country; it will please you mucho
Dios! wat care we for papa?"
She perceived me plainly now, lean
ing forward just outside the window
| directly behind the fellows back.
know not what message of encourage
ment she may have read in my face,
but into her eyes there instantlyswept
mute, passionate appeal. For the
fraction of a moment | hesitated, feel
ing convinced that any action on my
part would only serve to hasten my
own fate, Yet it was not in my nature
to hold back. Half rising, and bend
ing forward, l reached through the
open window, twisted my fingers into
the fellows coat collar, and the next
instant he was lying fiat upon his
back on the balcony floor. nothing re-
naming to show his recent presence
in the dining hall except an overturned
chair.
1t was rather smartly, prettily done,
the astounded lieutenant possessing
neither wind nor opportunity for the
slightest outcry, and once without, l
promptly throttled him, meanwhile
muttering a few important admoni-
tions into his ear in well-selected
Spanish.
Lie still there, you drunken idiot.
Make another attempt to bite me, and
I'll pound your head on these stones.
Bah! save your threats, senior, and if
you make the slightest uproar I'll hoist
you over the railing yonder, and it's
80 feet to the pavement below. Now
stand upl Do you see this, senor?'
and l pressed the cold muzzle of a re-
volver against his swarthy cheek. !
"Oh, you do! Well, you probably |
know also how it works. Now listen |
to me-there are stairs at that corner |
yonder you go down them quietly |
and disappear-di disappear; do you un-
derstand that? If you dare return to |
that dining room tonight, or attempt |
again to address that young woman, l
am going to kill you, senor"
My voice was cold and low, but it
carried weight. Painting still from the
fierce choking, his eyes hot with an
ger, his lips trembling, he endeavored
to speak.
"Nombre de Dios!" he burst forth
at last, his face full of murder, yet
helpless before my gun-bar-
rel. Il cut your heart out! You in
suit me, a Chilean sailor. have re-
venge for my honor. You fight me for
this, senor."
"Oh certainly, anything to oblige"
returned, indifferently. "Only you
get out of here now, and sober up,
"Caramba! you know my name,
senior; but l know not yours"
l drew card from my pocket across
which had been written the cognomen
had assumed at the hotel. ii
You possess It now" said some
what tartly. Besides, senior, that
happens to be my dinner coming yon-
ler and prefer eating 1t undisturbed.
You either go down those stairs quiet
y at once, or I'll kick you down"
was obliged to smile while watch
ng him back away Beyond question {
he fellow was an arrant coward and
BULLY, yet sufficiently angry and out {
aged to have fought gladly, If only
served | followed him
o the head Of the stairs, watching him
loosely while he descended cursIng
lercely to himself al every step until
10 hnally vanished into the blacknoss .