Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1917-06-18
eleventh EPISODE
Lovers Leap.
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had been alternately climbing with
stertorous respiration the Strengthened
passes and sweeping down I'm wild.
free flight through the widening val
legs of a great and spacious land of
haggard beauty.
And since her eyes had first opened
TO this new day Il had not been posi-
BILE for long To distract Patria's atten-
ton from that endless panorama OF
grim. stark hills. painted desert and
boundless plains.
And In Patria's eyes. while she
watched, n .ladneSs shone deep and
tender; and ever and again her young
bosom would lift and fall with a gen.
tie sigh OF happiness.
For this. to her. was homecoming:
she was returning. after "a long So
journ In a strange far country, TO the
land which held first place In her
heart.
Toward mid-afternoon the train
pausel nj a little station.
I Here there was uncommon hustle of
life. In addition to the customary
groups of idle Mexicans and half
breeds, squaws with crude pottery to
sell to the avid tourist. and assorted
loafere, a company of hard-riding cow
people had gathered. and a couple of
r~ough-coated motorcars stood wait
ing.
As Patria. with her little train Of
servants and companions. descended
10 the platform. h~igh-spirited cheering
greeted her; the horsemen and women
yelled piercingly. and tossed aloft their
hats; and from one Of the motorcars
a man whose heaviness of stature as
sorted oddly with his alertness OF ges-
ture strobe forward sombrero in hand.
then paused. stared and said in a
voice OF wonder:
'Patria Channingi"
The girl identified him after a mo-
ment of ~perplexity. during which her
memory harked back 10 days a decade
ago. Her characteristic little frown of
thought IA dispelled by a smile and
q laugh of joyful recognition.
"Rodman Pillsbury !" she exclaimed
and gave him both her hands.
He took them awkwardly. shaking a
still bewildered head.
81 don't know you ut all. Pat" he
said. II was waiting for a little girl
"a freckled. longlegged tomsoy who
could beat me riding and shooting and
most every way. And here you're
n woman grown . Lord, how
antique you make me feel!"
''You needn't she told him cayly.
"YCu've grown up every whit as much
rs but no more. not the least bit.
When / went East you were as sturdy
and husky as a ~stringbean and now
you're as slim and lissome "a a water
melon. Heavens. don't accuse me of
having changed! . But forgive
Swiftly she made PiliSbury known
to her chaperon and Captain Parr.
Il want you TO be great friends she
said with just a hint Of embarrassment
as these last clasped hands. "Rodman
was the frs. sweetheart | ever had.
Don--and Donald" she added charm
ingly to P%illsbury, lis my last; we are
engaged"
To her immense relief there was ne
trace of hostility in the greeting which
Rodman accorded her betrothed.
Mr.. Pillsbury had grown up in more
thar physique in the course of ten
years. Tie ability Ia mask his feel
ings with impenetrable discrimination
was only u Of the accomplishments
which he had acquired, and which fit
ted him so admirably TO command at
c the friendship and respect Of the
small army of employees who looked
nj tc him az the local representative
OF the Claiming interests-as. in short,
what Rodman Pillsbury really was.
Patria's viccroy, ruling dominions of
land aud mcn-broader. if less popu-
lous, than many a European principal
lily.
That exhiiaration which had beer
mounting in Patria ever since her
awakening that morning grew still
more intense as her motorcar swung
away from the station and over "A
winding highroad. Now She was thor