Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1913-02-19

How TWO Lovers Were Reunited
by a Label on a Box.
BY 4. N. EoBERT.

sunset that Ned Murdoch told Dolores
Of his love
lie was resting upon bis oars. hair
way between the mainland and Cy-
press Key Under their boat the blue
tides ran swiftly. the rusuing palmet-
tos filed the air with murmurs the
scent Of the blossoming orange trees
was borne out to them from the in
land groves. And from west to east
the sky was aiiame with crimson.
Dolores" said the young planter
"wiil you stay here and marry me?"
She started and looked at him in
tently. warm red colored her
cheeks, and the slanting. sidelong
glance Of her eyes became direct. and
then her eyelids yelled it
Your wifel" she murmured. and
her fingers clutched the rowlocks con
vulsively for a moment No" she
continued hurriedly. you don't
know who ! am or anything about
me"
4 don't care" Murdoch cried. 4
know that / love you. 1t isn't much
offer you--it's very different here
from what you have at home In
Tampa"
AT home in Tampa" she repeated
mechanically, in her quaint Spanish
accent
She had drifted into Big Cypress in
May. when the last Of the tourists had
left Florida and the hotel was closed.
She had come from Tampa. she ex'
planned languidly; a touch Of fever, a
need for rest, for change. No, she
had never been so far north before, or
to so little a place. She rented a lit
tie cottage near the house.
Since then two weeks had passed,
and on the morrow she was to go.
She would never come back, they
knew, that brilliant bird Of passage
who had fingered there talking with
the fishermen, petting the fat children
upon the wharyes, or reclining lazily
In the shade of palmetto tree, puff
Ing at her vanilla cigarette-a habit
admired by the men but made the
subject OF vicious comment by the
fishermen's wives Sometimes Ned
Murdoch would take her in his fiat
hottomed boat from key to key, to
hunt for the elusive tarpon or to gath.
er a catch OF mackerel for the evening
meal at her cottage upon the shore.
They had grown intimate, he and she,
and she had exercised her arts upon
him during those lonely sails, during
their long walks on the beach, and.
seeing the worship In hiss eyes, she
haa, @-3e her conquest sure Why
should he nue-~=ssccnmb, this simple
countryman. rich accordms-to local
standards, but hopelessly ignorant o.
the world, gauche, rustic, and simple?
It was thought at Big Cypress that
she must be the daughter of some one
of the Tampa cigar kings-men who
had built up the prosperity of the
town in a generation, and yet retained
their Spanish speech and customs
amid the ceaseless changes, the Amer
icanization Of the old Spanish city.
No" she answered Murdoch in agi-
tation Il must go home. 1t is impos
sible"
Ned Murdoch rowed her back and
AEAL uEI 1L AnG NOAANA6C aN0Af AAD
raised his hat and went, turned at the
end Of the beach and looked back to
see her standing there, watching him,
slight and graceful figure framed in
the rustic door. Next morning she
left for Tampa He did not see her
again.
She was gone, and Big Cypress
swiftly forgot her. The summer
passed; new tourists came in October;
only Ned Murdoch remembered her
His loved increased with its hopeless
ness. often he would timidly inquire
concerning her from some Tampa Wis
itor. yelling his inquiries discreetly;
but none recognized his description.
Then the event occurred which
changed his life. One evening, at the
hotel a tourist offered him a cigar
from the box He took one and then
snatched the box from the mans hand
and stood staring at it like a man
hypnouzed For there on the inside
az the lid was Dolores. il WAS impos-
slble to mistake those features: the
dark hair the beautiful eyes. the
mouth. dropping little wearily, half
petulant, half sad
u peg your pardon. he stammered,
handing back the box Then he could
no longer restrain himself. 4 know
her," he cried, indicating the portrait
on the lid. She was here last sum
mer and-and-
And Won want to find her agafn?" in
guired the visitor In amusement.
.Weu. my boy. Why don't you go to
Tampa and inquire Of the makers
Juan Desproches Y Ca? There's the
rame on the lid"
"she must be his daughter. then,
said Murdoch eagerly.
Without doubt answered the
stranger driIy. Take another cigar. "
That cigar seemed the best that
Ned had ever smoked. All night he
paced the beach il an ecstacy Of hap
piness. He would find her now-why
had he never thought Of going to
/ Tampa before? He would find her
| and bring her back to be his wife. Re
felt superhuman strength and re
| sourcefulncss. He was sure she had
loved him, and he could make her love
him again. He would devote a life OF
service 10 her He knew he would
| succeed
He took the morning train for Tam
"a and made his way to the cigar fac
torv. There. having obtained an in
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