The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-04-26

| had come? But no. that couldn't be.
for then the lugger could have sailed
Immediately. | thought as | stood on
the step of the carriage and watched
the ship carrying my last hope swing
round and dip her nose deep in the
channel tide.
There is only chance | said to.
myself. Perhaps she will have left
some word for him behind her ut the
house,
The thought had no sooner come into
my mind than it possessed me with the
conviction that this must he SO. For
when | remembered her looks and her
words to me as she talked Of him I
felt sure that nothing could make her
quite desert him. even though he had
disappointed her. The idea of her
house. which a little while ago had
terrified me. came nov like an inspira-
ton. | did not know what | should do
or say when 7 reached 1t. But some
thing will tell me what to do when I
am there" | thought as we retraced
our way over the floundering track of
the hills.
When. for the second time that
morning. ! found myself i'm front of the
Spanish woman's gate | sprang out of
the carriage without n moments hest
tation. told the man to drive back
to our house on Washington street and
tell Mr.. Fenwick there that | wanted
him.
There | stood in the chill daylight,
shivering in my pale blue cloak, i'm
petuously changing the braZen lions
head upon its clapper. The outer door
opened to me noiselessly as it had
done before. shutting as silently after.
But the garden. which had seemed
picturesque and dreamy under the sun
light, now looked CHASTITY, ~disheveled.
crumbling. as If it had been deserted
for at least a hundred years. The in
ner door was Il long time in opening.
| saw the glimmer of eyes; then i'm
mediately it was opened wide by n
woman, the same maid whom l had
seen brushing GU the Spanish wom-
ans hair.
The Sonora Valencia" l asked,
feeling the mockery of my question,
but pressing forward in terror lest she
should not let me in. Her face had a
hated me, but she admitted me readi-
ly enough, closing the door quickly
! upon me. and held up to me a white
envelope.
The outside was blank. enigmatic as
the servants face. but from it | pulled
that bold hand which. like all other
attributes of that woman. was unfor-
getab!e. Within the paper was a card.
Upon the card | read:
You see. he understands me perfect
ly. He wishes to be rid of me, and
he has chosen the IL way possible.
| give you back his words"
No signature. and the lard was my
dance program still with its little PEN
ell. On the back | read the farewell
Johnny Montgomery had made her.
1t was in Spanish. II am in love with
another Go away without
me ! am going back"
L SIoou tIulllllHs Tue lDilG Ill lily
clinched hand, and the first thought
came trembling in words: 'Oh, cruel,
cruel, How could he say it," When
/ remembered her passionate face and
wild will ! wondered what love had
done with her when first she had read
that card. If a girl like Laura Burnet
had tainted at Il lesser shock what had
a creature like the Spanish woman
done? And then the next thought came,
wiping out the memory of the first.
But there is nothing here to help
Johnny Montgomery-nothing at all!'
The maids voice broke upon my be-
w~ilderment. harsh and grating. Twill
the senorita walk upstairs:
| turned to her in increasing amaze
ment. What might this mean? Was
|. after all. TO find my mystery's clew?
1.-The senora's room,' the woman ex-