Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-02-06

"But-r siammcred the other
III Is not our custom sir. to place
ihe portraits OF our daughters upon
cigar boxes FOR the Inspection OF the
world However. think you are Bill
ccrc. and, as I happen to know where
you can find the Seuorita Dolores. !
VII tell you Go TO number 49,
Avcrida Otranta at nine O'Clock this
evening and you win assuredly mees
her there"
Ec bowed and with q cynical smile
rasscd into his Office. Struggling his
shorldcrs. He was a very busy man.
End whatever OF sentiment there hac
once been IN his nature had long ago
5ecn driven out by Americanization
Still, It was droll. very drolll He
wished he could spare the time to &c
to the Avenida that evening in order
TO witness their meeting. However
he shrugged his shoulders again and
speedily forgot the matter.
In Bulls cabaret, No. 1913 Avenida
Otranta, the usual throng was assem-
bled at nine o'clock that evening.
Senior Buu, an enterprising Yankee
from Philadelphia, certainly knew how
to cater to the tastes of his patrons
Senior Bulls wines, for example, had
never seen any but European suns;
they we're not doctored, homegrown
admixtures. And Senior Bulls singing
and dancing ladies were no fifth-rate
cafe chantant entertainers, but cele-
brities from New York and Havana.
As for Senorita Dolores, he had picked
her up in an obscure music hall, and
it was shrewdly said that the ten
days scandal which had brought her
into the lime-light had been actually
engineered, if not invented, by Senior
Bull himself Certainly the senorita,
whose portrait adorned cigar-boxes,
bill posters, and other such places,
justified her fame, for few could dance
more divinely or set the hearts of
Tampa's youths beating more wildly.
When she came forward on the
stage that night the audience at the lit
tie tables broke into storm of braves.
Attired as a matador, in short scarlet
skirts, holding her dart with its fut-
tering banderole, she bowed and
kissed her hands to the audience and
capered forward and began her song
1t was fine song and it went to the
hearts of the Cubans who heard her.
1t told of wine and love and battle.
so rousing their spirits that they saw
in the senorita the vertiable incarna-
ton of these things. They stood up
on the floor, upon the chairs, waving
their hats, shouting for an encore
And. whirling in the play of colored
lights, until she seemed like sea fairy
entangled in masses of filmy drapery,
the senorita spun.
Then, all of sudden, she stopped.
She stopped and stood perfectly still.
her eyes fixed on the audience-no.
on one of the audience; on man who
came forward. elbowing his way
through the crowds and pushing for
ward toward the stage. He tossed
aside the men who stood in his way.
flung the ushers aside as though they
were puppets: tables went crashing
down, with their assembled glasses.
and chairs sent spinning among the
audience. And still he pressed for
ward; he gained the stage, leaping up
on it over the footlights. Still the SEN
orita stood dumb and motionless, but
there was look of horror in her eyes.
and now she put up her hands as
though to hide her face. That was
all that the audience saw, for the cur
tain fell and hid them, and in front of
1t a heaving multitude of men ragged
and shouted and demanded the SEN
orita; while some, suspecting a trag-
edy, began crowding toward the exit,
to intercept the senorita at the stage
door.
But Murdoch knew nothing save
that he had found her again. He
drew her into the wings. and, holding
her hands. stood gazing at her trium
phantly.
"Come!" he said.
Come? Where?" echoed the SEN
orita, for the first time finding her
voice. But it was broken with tears
and filed with shame The band
erole, fluttering from the lance which
she still held, the spangled dress with
its abbreviated. scarlet skirt, looked
pitifully tawdry now.
why did you come here?" she sob
bed Indignantly. why couldn't you
have forgotten me? You have no
right to judge me because l am just
dancing girl"
81 haven't judged YOU" said Muir
doch quietly. Il want yoH to come
with me. Answer me one question.
Dolores. Do you love me-or rather
aid you love me that day when
asked you to be my wife?"
Eyes, / loved you" she said. but
how could tell you what was-you.
who would never have understood?
You have never met women like me.
DO you want to know why went TO
Big Cypress? hated my life, wanted