The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-07-10

'SSDLow. San Anton--e'"
Laughter II was, and
mockinE us. as we sat In
the Coco Child. Tho south coast
sun was Aprll.warm. and the gray
forest wall OF Islc Bonnie invited
with its shadows as We drifted In
that morning calm.
Blow. San Anton-ei"
And again the three Of us In
Allesjandro's lusser stared help
lessly into the cypress jungle
where was she7
For OF all places--as my young
friend. Redfield. put Il when he
arose astride his suit case In the
stern of tho Good Child-'of all
places that one would expect 20
find girl. and laughing at US, It's
the limit"
Virgil Williams nodded to me.
ignoring the other man. as he had
done these four days now when
their hatred deeponcd.
Il told you. Doctor Dick" he pu,
In gently. That's the girl. and
that's the Island It's the last OF
the sweet lsnds and beyond II run
the salt tides The sweet land is
what I'm fightin' fo'-against the
Gulf OF Mexico, and a girl"
BLOW. San Anton--e, Blow San
Ignacio' San Pancraslo, San
pletro, San Barrabo!"
But--on my word--at her elfin
laughter the Good Child lifted
heeied bit as her red canvas
filled; and the lugger stole from
pool to pool in the opening chan.
mel.
Allesjandro was forward when
her bow grated on the shell beach
he was out and bowling exuberant
ly.
Then VIC saw--wlde-eyed. silent
curious at us-AllesJandro's wood
saint. She was swinging her brown
foot in the clear black water abou,
the cypress spikes. and was looking
with an assumption OF grand
danes hauteur at Virgil Williams
and the Texan returned her gaze
patiently. Then she arose with
careful dignity. picked her way "a
me stairs OF Papa Prosper's gallerle
and up them to the house on stills
above the low shell ridge.
She didn't like us. that was be
yond doubt.
The tall Texan sighed: TITS me
You see we're fightin' her TO- the
land. Laure and the Gulf ~ Mex
leo, and a little old king o. Spain
the three Of them Is some hard com
b;nation."
THE king OF Spaln?" said
Virgil made gesture out to tho
vide hot prairies beyond the swami
isle. "He is the worst " all. Beer
dead hundred and fifty years. but
once he gave a grant OF land to ono
OF these Drouillots. And here, this
last Of EN- sits on 1.-THE last of ths
sweet land. 70 most OF It's gone
under the Gulf OF Mexico"
Then he looked up patiently
again at the shattered house on III
absurd stills above the shell
margined swamp And I Offered
EN- forty thousand dollehs once fol-
their rights TO Isle Bonne-whict
rights are just none. unless theJ
find the original grant from the
king o. Spain. Otherwise the
French heirs in Bordeaux hold II
and it's the Bordeaux Drouillots
ar company bought the titles
Nm Forty thousand, and Laurs
wouldn't take it--she rather put
faith in that little King o. Spair
than she would in me-"
/ knew the mans stuff; he had
got twenty thousand dollars OF my
money into the Prairie Lands & De
yelopment company. just because
once / heard lin tell his story over
a directors table.
The directors had spilled money
On impossible campaigns OF adyer
iising while the land boss hat
pleaded in vain for funds 10 keel
his dredges from rustIng out. and
his drainage canals from chokinf
with jungle growth, The nearest
ever saw Williams come to angel
was now when he pointed out to m,