Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1914-09-11

Il don't suppose there's any path
shOveled out" he went on. II took
the COW and the calf to the neighbours,
and everythlng's locked up."
A pleasant memory came to his
weak blue eys.
That was the smartest little calf
ever you see" be added.
The constant chatter and R~esticuiat-
ing Of argumentative Cubans lunching
bnd drinking seemed a faraway thing
to them both.
you've been here three weeksT
Miss Arnold asked again.
Seems like three year." he said II
cant tnlk. and I can't eat. und | can't
sleep. and it's 90 awful hot" he COM
planned.
Miss Arnold was hot. too. and abe
felt an impulse e stroke the tired old
white head.
"What did you come to Havana fOrP'
Miss Arnold broke out bluntiy.
He answered slowly.
Il had a boy on the Maine when
she went down." he said. 'and there's
been 20 much in the papers lately
about-about hnding"-
He stopped. and the girl spoke
quickly.
II know" she said very softly.
"And last summer his mother died
and left me alone and there didn't
seem to be much to keep me at home,
and / thought I'd like TO be-near."
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one hand upon the wrinkled old n
that lay beside her on the marble top
Of the table and stroked the ridges of
veins.
There amt nothing l can do. or
hear though"
"Didn't you have any othesr" Miss
Arnold asked.
The other n ran away, too" be
answered her. I'VE never got no tracs
OF him. he e sent no word"
Miss Arnold rose reluctantly.
"Pve got to go" abe said. "but I
want to see you again. Where are you
stayingT'
Il put up with a Teller I met on the
boat coming down." he answered.
Hes got his family down here, and
they rent me a room, but most Of the
time ! set down at the end OF that
park place. can SEQ the harbOE from
there. and It's cooler"
I'D like to come down and sit with
you for awhile after / get through
work." she said "Wait for me to-
night, viii your"
Miss Arnold returned to the ONCE Of
Bedell & Bottomly. contractors. where
for five months she had toiled away in
the heat Of Havana.
She had made very few ncquain-
tances on the island.
Over at the American boarding house
whore she lived she knew better than
any Of the rest a man named Evans
He was a big, good looking s0ldier OF
fortune. who spoke Spanish like a ma
tive and knew the customs OF the
country as II he had always lived there.
His face bore. marks which give evi-
dence OF years miSspent But the
eyes were level and blue. bluer. per
hRps. because the skin was as brown
as that Of a white man can become.
He had told her one night in a way
he had not told any woman before Of
his hayward wandering ife-of days
spent In India, in China and the Phil
lppines-and Of his closer acquaintance
with the Latin cOuntrieG Mexico and
South America he knew well, he had
been at Panama and nearly lost hts ad-
v%enturous life in Porto Rico.
After she left the office that after
noon she saw Evans leaning In the
open doorway Of a BARRIERS shop.
As she walked mp the Tidlculousiy
narrow sidewalk Of OReilly street he
sauntered up behind her and fell In
step.
slows the girlT" he said. "Got
most money enough to retire and SO
homer"
She turned and looked up at him with
troubled eyes.
His linen suit was white and his can
n shoes as immaculate as II there
were no dirty streets in Havana.
II believe you said last time you
didn't want to see me any MORE" he
went on. but I know you didn't mean
IT. I'd been around before. only bust
ness kept ne busy"
II can't understand what yOu do"
she said. "You don't seem to have any
special line"
The big brown man with the blue
eyes laughed.
mo. dear, I don't" he said lightly.
n only do diahOOsst things. They pay
better.'
She recalled bearing Of q gambling
game he had promoted and Of his e.
cape from arrest. and a burst OF dis
approval sprang from her lips. bringing
with the words threatening tears that
were hot and hard to control.
$50 you don't want 10 be a mission.
airy lady; you don't want to EaVe a lost
soul You're just down here 70 get
poor old Cuba's collateral and 20 home
with it and forget tho island and all
the folks frying up down hsre."
The look In his eyes was not a. care
le8s as his worda