The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-10-08

carried to the sidewalk. A mustard-colored
handkerchief was tied over her dark head,
her white face stared up at the sun, the
nectarine bloom gone. 1t was Ziola! And
both Ziola S legs were broken This was the
last straw. Salvador began to scream, and
he screamed wildly until Michael o Flanni-
gan inserted a portion of his fist into his
mouth. 1t was as effective as a gas-plug.
But that was not the end, it was only the
beginning; they were fined twenty dollars
each for breaking the speed laws, and Tim
was held to await the results of Ziola's in
juries Salvador paid the piper. The wad
was now much reduced; only fifty dollars
remained and they were fifty burning Goals
to the cobbler. He could neither eat nor
sleep. He haunted the hospital until every
attendant knew the little dried-raisin face
and the dull bead eyes, swollen now with
sleeplessness. He haunted them like bad
conscience and he spent hours of the night
walking to and fro outside.
Inside poor Ziola lay with her legs in
plaster casts. They would be saved, but
how she had suffered She raved in her
fever, sometimes of Leo and their hopeless
plight; sometimes she thought that she was
standing on the steps of the old Protecto-
rate, looking down on the lovely valley of
the Quinnipiac- she felt her long mushroom
knife in her hand, she saw the white sails Of
the oyster boats, the whirling wings of the
sea-gulls, the smoke of autumn foliage on
the breast of the Sleeping Giant, and she
fancied that mushrooms were springing out
of the red sandstone of the old quarry and
turning into silver dollars to take her to her
lover! For may not true love even grow
mushroom out of sandstonep
1t was long six weeks before they let
Salvador see her Then she was propped up
on 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
Gomez 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. aZiola," he
sobbed, | am one big thief-send me to
jail"
Ziola thought she had the delirium again.
w ilel Oils yOuJ SdlN dloI! IhC you SIdZyI r
Then he told her brokenly the story of the
advertisement and his sudden determina-
ton to get the jewel from 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 incredulity
on her face Then she snatched 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 Ill work
till II get you back the other fifty,
Ziola.
But ziola was deaf; she had just counted
the bills the third time. Madonna she
murmured, lifting her eyes toward heaven.
Give been too bad off to work much! y
walled Salvador, but can give you three
dollars more if-you won't make it too
hardl II know I'm thief, but L"
With a sudden wild cry Ziola threw her