Gilpin observer. (Central City, Colo.) 1897-1921, 1916-11-09

would have been no boy" He paused.
Somehow" he went on, II don't be-
heve Margarita would have chosen to
have things different. She got her Jour
d'extase and died before it was over.
II don't think we need be sorry for
her. Why didn't You 60 away on the
boatf'
II don't know" said Gerry. III tried
to, but I couldn't just buried her
and the boy last night. couldn't run
away like that, as though It were all
over. OF course I know, 1t IL all over,
but when one falls an endless depth in
sleep and suddenly wakes in a cold
sweat It takes time for the mind to
catch its balance. It's that way with
me. I've fallen from a height. I've
walked to a cold sweat. must tsl e
time to get the balance Of life and get
It right. You can't hurry over these
transitions, because somehow it
wouldn't be decent"
riding back with me?" he asked hest
tatingly.
Gerry shook his head. mo" he said.
II can't do that. I'm just going to sit
here and wait for while and then I'm
going home: There's something I've
got to straighten out. After that,
don't know. But there's something
wish you'd do for me, Lieber, and that
is to look after old Dona Maria and
those two old darkies at Fazenda Flo
res. They won't last long, any Of
them, and 1 don't want them to lack
for anything. I'll square up with you"
Lieber nodded listlessly. "I'll look
out for them"
The next morning early Gerry saw
him of. There was wistful look in
the old mans eyes as from the top
of the cliff he turned and gazed down
the river. "Lieber," said Gerry, "you
can count on me to do what can for
you when 1 get home. Do you under
standw
Lieber flushed. Their eyes met. He
took Gerry's outstretched hand and
gripped it hard. Then he rode away
without word.
Lieber threw his horse into a rapid
rack that was faster than gallop. 1t
was q hHiihS pdCCs Uul uc kueW luc
mettle Of his mount. Late in the after
noon he came to the confines of his
ranch. The broad-eaved house in the
distance looked very still apd deserted.
Beyond 1t doomed the solitary joa tree.
Something had happened to the joa
tree during the two days he had been
away. 1t had become a beacon. He
remembered the giant Bougainvillea
vine that covered the tree. The Bou-
gainvillea had bloomed into tower
of mauve flame. 1t stood out in dar-
ing contrast to somber desert and
brown-tiled roofs. Its single, defiant
and blaring note struck an answering
chord in Lieber's heart He took cour-
age of that brave burst Of color, so
Earring In garden. but in desert a
thing of glory. Lieber passed into the
loneliness Of his deserted house with
firm step.
Gerry spent many days at Piranhas
as he had planned in thought. He
went over his life in a painstaking
retrospection. His mind fingered long
on the last three years, their fullness,
their even upward trend. Could a man
live three such years and lose them?
In CHASTITY half hour the food had
wiped out the tangible results Of
three years Of labor. But what about
the intangible? He had slnned against
ak and against her faith, but had he
slnned against himself? He felt inf
nitely older than the first Gerry Lam
sing, but would he change this think
Ing age for his unthlnking youth?
What II he had learned three years
ago that Alix had saved herself and
his name? Would 1t have meant loss
or gain to him today? Something
within him cried. Loss! Loss!' but
he dared not take courage from the in
ward cry. He could not know, he rea-
soned. until he had seen Alix.
Twice, three times, the little stern.
wheeler drove her nose into the mud
bank at Piranhas, called her hoarse
warning and departed. From some dis
tant cliff Gerry saw her come and 60,
or, miles away, walking himself tired
across the desert, heard her throaty
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