New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-02-15

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f.. that act the serious little mouse OF Prl
scamnercd into oblivion, and IN her place
aoneared a CAV young rogue who sees the
future living bright ahead. .,
after ali. She smiled, I'm not married
vet" And humming brightly from cur
rent musical comedy, Not Just yet JUST
vet lust vet she stretched iorth one
Slim white arm TO throw aside the coyerIc''
At which point it IS best diScreety 10
withdraw.
.AINOT. after lonesome if abundant
wi breakfast. was at this moment stroll
ING across the hotel courtyard toward yes
fcrlav mornings New York papers. AS ne
walked. the pert promises Of Trimmer lIlled
his mind. What was the proposition ! nm
mer had in tow, How would It affect the
.approachng wedding, And what course OF
action should the representative Of Jcphsoh
nurs,ic when it was revealed, FOR IN the
.cnsiblc light of morning Dick Alinot real
;zcd that while ne remained IN san Marco
as the guardian Of lcphson's interests ne
must DO his duty. Adorable, Miss Nleyrick
might be: but any change OF mlnd on nef
mart must be over his dead body. a promise
was promise.
With this resolve firm, he proceeded along
the hot sidewalk Of San Sebastlan-aye. On
his right the rich shops again, digni1ed
Cnanish church as old as the town, a ram
bling. lackadaisicM "Opera House On ms
Irft the green and sand-colored Plaza, with
the old Snanish Governors house IN the
center. now serving Uncle Sam as postoiilce.
A citv Of the past was this; other times,
other manners brcathcd in the air.
At the newsstand Alinot met Jack Pad
dock. iaunty, with a gardenia in his button
hole and the atmosphere Of prosperity that
goes with it.
81 presume YOU want the giddy story OF my
life I promised YOU yesterday? Been down
TO the old Spanish fort YETI Come ahead,
and there on the ramparts I'll impart:
They went down the narrow and very
modern street of the souvenir vendors. Sud,
denly the street ended, and they walked
again in the past. The remnants Of the old
citv gates. restored, loomed in the sunlight;
They stepped through the portals, ana
MinOt gave gasp. So,
There in the quiet morning stood the great
gray fort that the early settlers had built
TO protect themselves from the gay dogs who
roamcd the seas. Its massive walls spoke
clearly Of romance, Of bloody days Of cutlaSs
and spike. Of bandagcd heads and ready
arms. Such things still stood still stood
in the United States-land Of steam radi-
ators and men who marched in suffrage
parades!
THE old caretaker let them in, and they
went up the stone steps to stand at hston
the parapet looking down on the shimmering
sea. To Alinot, fresh from Broadway, It all
seemed like a colorful dream. They elm bed
TO the highest point and sat, swinging their
legs over the edge. Far below the bright blue
waters broke on the lower walls.
Its q funny country down here, Pad
dock said slowly, AL sort of too-good-to,,
be-truc. who-belieyes-it place, bright and
gay and full Of green palms, and so much like
a musical comedy you keep waiting all the
time for the curtain to go down and the male
population to begin its march up the aisle.
I've been here three months, and | don't
vet think its really true.
He shifted on the cold stones.
Ever since white men hit on 1t, he went
on, 1T S sort of kept Turing them here on fool
dream hunts-like a woman. Along about
the time old Ponce de Leon came over here
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