Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1917-12-07

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this house except under the protsc-
tion OF my nnme."
"Then I shall never leave H." she
told him.
For the hrst time Longorio spoke
roughly: II lose patience. In Gods
name have I not waited long enoughi
My strength ls gone" 1mpulsively he
half enclrcled her with his thin arms,
but she seemed armored with ice. and
he dropped them. she could hear him
grind his teeth. II dare not lay hands
upon you" he chartered. "Angel Of
my dreams. ! am faint with longing.
To love you and yet to be denied 10
feel myself nflnme and yet to see you
cold to be halted nj the very doors
Of Paradlsel Whit tortured"
The fellows s%elf-control In the
midst Of his frenzy frightened Alalre
more than did his widest nvowals; II
was In something Of n panic that she
said:
zone moment you tell me | nm safe,
the next you threaten me. You say
am free, and yet you coerce me. Prove
your love. Let me go"
"Nol MOI l shall call the priest"
Longorio turned toward the door,
but halfway across the floor he was
halted by n woman's shrek which is-
sued from somewhere inside the house.
II was repeated. There was an out
burst In n masculine voice. then the
patter OF footsteps approaching down
the tiled hallway. Dolores burst into
her mistress presence, her face
blnnched. her hair dlsordered. She
flung herself Into Alaire's arms. cry
Ing:
"senorai Save mel Gods curse
on the rutilan. Oh"
DOLORES |" Alalre exclaimed. "What
has ~happened7"
Longorlo demanded. irrltnbly: ayes.
Why are you yelling like this1"
"a man See One of those dirty
peladors. Look where he tore my
dress / warned him. but he was like
a tiger. Benlto will kill him when he
learns"
"Calm yourself. Speak senslbly.
Tell me what happened"
zone OF those miserable soldiers
who came todny-pig" Dolores was
shaking, her VOICE was shrlll. "He fol-
lowed me about like n cat, purring and
grinnlng and saying the most horrible
things. Just now, when l went to your
room, he was waiting in the darkness,
and he seized me. My money!"
"A soldier7 One OF my menT Lon
gorio was l%ncredulous.
Alaire turned upon him with n blaz-
Ing anger In her face. as this more
Of your protectionT" she stormed. IL
give you and your men the freedom Of
my ronch, and you insult me while
they rob my women"
lie ignored her accusation, inqulrlng
OF the elder woman, "Who was the fell
low"
"How do I know" Dolores sobbed.
HE Is IA thick, black fellow with a
scar on his lip, like Il snarl."
"Fellpei
ayes, FelIpel I believe they called
him that"
Longorlo strobe to the end of the
living room, flung open the wooden
shutters of n window. and, leaning far
out, whistled sharply on his fingers.
olga T%enlentel Ho. you fell
lows" he shouted.
From the darkness a voice an
swered n man, evidently on guard.
came running.
"Call old Pnncho," the general d.
rected. 'Tell him to bring me black
Felipe, the fellow with the torn lip.
Quick I"
"Yes, general" came the voice; then
the metallic rattle Of spurs and nc
coutrements as the sentry trotted
AWAY.
Dolores had completely broken down
now, and Alnlre was trying to comfort
her. Their guest remained by the win.
dow, frownlng. After Il time there
sounded a murmur of voices, then a
shutting OF feet In the hall Alaire's
friend, the old lieutenant, appeared IN
the doorway, shutting. Behind him
were several others.
"Here IL Felipe" he announced.
"Brlng him In"
A sullen, frowning mar In soiled uni.
form was pushed forward, and Dolores
hid hep face against her mistress
shoulder.
"Is this the fellowr Longorlo In
qulred.
Dolores nodded.
"weil, what have you TO say for
yOurselff" The general trnnsfixed his
trooper with a stare then, as the lat.
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