Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-06-28

But me, alone-I did it." The trium- 1 compassion. And you. my Peter'- 1 the girl said quickly-"they have made | you suffer. Because of cruel, wicked mistake they have placed you here behind their great locked doors.
 "'He is married in this country the men tell me. but ask them how can that be. It is foolish. for is not my Peter my husband. and have I not here our printed records? But the interpret CT is very stupid. and he will not un. derstand. and he tells me over and over again. Peter Olaf is married sc come away angry"
 The girl tossed her head Be brave. beloved" she said. and all will yet be we'll
 "Do not grieve that I must go back, for so they have ordered. Re turn at once to your own country. the stern man said. as though that were punishment to me. l am glad-glad to go.
 Here the people are so strange and fine and grand; here no one cares" Mari caught her breath sharply. Tears welled in the golden black eyes. She waited. wondering at his silence, and then. with q sudden hopeless gesture, Peter stretched forth his arms.
 Mari" he murmured brokenly, If 1 could but touch your hand"
 Have l not. then. the same long, ing?" she answered tremulously. But when they have learned their mistake, Peter. when they know of their wrong, then they will set you free. and you will hasten back to our happy home land.
 There will be to welcome you and see in the garden our fruits and flowers are growing and upon the hills our sheep So you will be content and hap py forevelmore, so you will never care again to wander"
 Mari" the boy cried out in despair, .'how may I then come to you-I who am so unworthy?"
 An attendant laid kindly hand upon the girls shoulder. '"Time's up," he reminded. Mari looked back through the screen with reproachful eyes.
 You unworthy, Peter?" she said ten derly "You"- Then obediently Mari followed on up the stair Outside be- fore the jail dark faced Italian paus- cd to adjust the golden harp which he carried. At his side. in bizarre cos tune, ripped red Tipped girl. With q swift sidelong glance at the man she t1irted her beribboned tambourine.
 II go in there, Toni" she said. II not play on the boat today" The Italian stood looking down upon her with sort of logged devotion.
 You go to see him. Bianca," he said he who was not your husband. He fool you and lie to you, yet you can for give:" The girl shrugged her shoul- ders f' ti
 What do forgive?" she asked pert ly. "Hc leave her for me. If he leave me for Bianca's eyes narrowed ''but Petro he not do that" she said. Halfway to the impressive entrance she turned back to smile at him. You wait for me. Toni?" she called, and the Italian answered with sad resigna- ton:
 Always wait for you. Blanca"
 She smiled at Peter also. showing her pretty white teeth, as he drew near the forbiddng screen.
 "Hello!" she greeted him gayly. Hello. but cannot shake hands,
 Would you?" Peter asked her grave ly. Would you if you could?"
 "Why not?" laughed Blanca. "You will be free" she added quickly. 'I ask the man at the desk if they send you to, jail. and he frown. and he say he think not They send you back per haps where you belong. But. Petro." she whispered softly. "when you are free you will come back to me? Prom ise' l am your wife,"
 The boy leaned wearily against the breath of roses ill her hair.
 "Promise. Petro." the girl caressing- ly inH)ored him.
 @!'I will come back to you. Bianca," he answered evenly. She laughed a little as sine turned away.
 "Goodby." she said. And as she came cut again into the light and found the Italian still waiting in pa t1ent hopelessness Blanca anticipated the burning question of his eyes. .;"No," she said. slowly shaking her head; mo. Toni: he never come back to me: never, any more." The man leaned forward, unbelieving.
 He told you that?" he asked eagerly. "He not tell me-" Blanca replied. vyith n, Shrcwd little smile 'He not need to tell me; know"
 "Beloved." the man entreated and spoke ITO other word. For moment the singing girl swayed her tambou- rine teasingly before her mocking face; then. suddenly serious, she gazed at aim across the tinkling bells.
 :."Your kind. Toni" she said gently; the slow kind It is the best"
 And far out upon the pier another