Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-07


 
 John is speaking through the lips Of Rosalie Le Grange; and Miss Es- , trilla is answering.
 T am stronger now The flesh in- fluence is not yet gone from me. There was much on my soul find 1t hard 10 forgive. And know I must-Iittle lady Rosalie had learned from Constance that little lady, was Cap tain Hanska's pet name for woman in tender relations and she let it out as a venture.
 "Oh. John! But consider how much have to forgive. Ah, did you ever love mel You never answered my letters"
 q loved you perhaps too much. Over here, we can not lie I was carried away-and I was married"
 Yes. Every one knows that now. You deceived me. It is harder for nc to forgive that than the other thing"
 "Yes-but loved you too much-to risk telling you"
 Was that why you kept the jewels, then:" A hard attack came into Miss Estrida's tone. It was more than question: there was irony in it. Rosa lie thought rapidly. That diamond buckle on the stair-case-''the jew els''-here Was startling new core lltion of facts. She must venture no further; she must have time to imag- i=e and to plan.
 T can not tell you now" said the voice of John. T am-growing weak | sinned-"
 "ob, he's gone away!" broke in the voice of Laughing Eyes.
 
 Another seanee. John is speaking, Miss EstrilIa answering.
 "Ah. I really love you. But find it hard to forgive"
 Don't you understand, John, that it wasn't revenge? It was duty" T know. There is much that do not understand. but l do understand that In the flesh. ! was always at- ,racted by the glitter of jewels" This was lead into territory only partially explored, And the road opened.
 T think there were two parts of you. John But, oh. the better part loved me, did you notf'
 Yes, loved you truly, little lady"
 John, if you had stolen them out right-but to use my love!"
 'I am going. I am not strong enough yet to endure reproach-"
 "Oh. l will not reproaeh you again You must forgive. You know how little you have to forgive. Wait, John, wait!"
 John is speaking again: Miss Es- trilia replies.
 They give me new strength every day. But this poor ignorant woman is weakening. Why did you try to get them as you did?"
 What was 1 to do when I found had no claim under the law? What was I to do after you wrote me that letter."
 That happened before I passed out. i could not see you then. And have not seen any one clearly. l am not like the better spirits. My soul was not good when it left the flesh. But T think you came to New York just to get the jewels" tThis was a venture on Rosalie's part; still there were ways Of retriev- ing the mistake if her guess was wrorg)
 Yes. It was my plan, not Juan's. have been more foolish than he. Ey- cry day l spent in the room above you l was afraid you would discover me. let when I thought of you down there Il loved you still! But my eyes were really sick. It was because I cried so much-but l promised not to reproach ! you"
 Little lady-I was bad, but I loved | you. l think if I had seen you, l would have restored them"
 "Oh, Johni That is hardest of all! John. I can not die and join you now T dare not-because it would be wrong-and because of Juan!"
 Rosslie noted how the name of Juan | came in again. For caution, she must yeer away from that lead at present
 T think that I felt you near me at times"
 Did you. John? Did you know was in your room once when you were i asleep? Do you remember how you slept through the fire at home? That | was why I dared There was light ! on your face. I wanted to kiss it." ! If you had-and wakened mel" If ! had-if I only hadi" Miss | Estriila wept bitterly; the voice of John answered with reassuring words 1 But John, why can you not forgive? Don't you know all?" continued Miss Estrilla when she had control of her | voice. ! Not all We do not wake to the ! spirit at once. knew nothing until , was looking down on the people who I surrounded my hody-a long time ] after. Then there were mists and dark spots. I saw one of the jewels on the floor beside the door. could ] not see you-nor Juan. ! must know 1 this is hard--I am growing weak" l Wait. John, waiti" cried Miss Es- trilla, for the first time losing control of herself. John. Come back You must come back I've something to | tell you that's killing mel John, John,