The Washington times., 1919-08-18

and on the West Side in the Fifties
was gui ty of trespassing upon two
compar lively innocent love idylls,
to the embarrassment of all con-
cerned including himself.
Per aps the most interesting and
tragi adventure was in the million
doll mansion of Philip January,
the Telluride mining king. The
ST. 4nge woman, the lady slender,
h wandered in the Januarys a
eek before ere Francis came to see
her. And, as she had heart-break-
ingly done for the entire week, so
she heart-breakingly did for Francis,
Wringing her hands, perpetually
weeping and murmuring beseech-
ingly: "Otho, you are wrong. On
my knees, I tell you, you are wrong.
Otho, you, and only you, do love!
There is no one but you, Otho.
There has never been any one but
you. It is all a dreadful mistake.
Believe me, Ohio. believe me, or I
shall die"
All through it all the Wall
Street battle went on against the
undiscoverable, powerful enemy
who had launched what Francis
and Bascom could not acknowledge
was a CdLdSLEOpHlC "dE-LO Ln6
the death raid on his fortune.
''If only we can avoid throwing
Tampico Petroleum into the whirl-
pool" Bascom prayed.
'rI look to Tampico Petroleum to
save me-" Francis replied. when
every security can lay hand to
has been engulfed. then throwing
Tampico will be like the eruption
of new army on a losing field"
A Hard Problem.
"And suppose your unknown foe
is powerful. enough to swallow
down that final splendid asset and
clamor for more" Bascom queried
Francis shrugged his shoulders.
''Then I shall be broke But my
father went broke half a dozen
times before he won out. Also he
was born broke. I should worry
about a little thing like that.
For a time, in the SoIano -hacien-
da, events had been moving slowly,
In fact, following the rescue Of
Leoncia by Henry along his dyna-
mite-strewn trail, there had been no
events. Not even had vi Poon ap-
peared with a perfectly fresh and
entirely brand new secret to sell
Nothing had happened, save that
Leoncia dropped and was so apa-
thetic that neither Enrico nor
Henry, her full brother, not her
Solano brothers, who were not her
brothers at all, could cheer her.
But while Leoncia dropped Henry
and the tall son of Enrico worried
and perpleXed themselves about the
treasure in the Valley Of the Lost
Souls, into which Torres was even
then dynamiting his way. One
thing they did know, namely, that
the Torres expedition had sent Au-
gustine and Vicente back to San
Antonio to get two more mule
loads Of dynamite.
It was Henry, after conferring
with Enrico and obtaining his per-
mission, who broke the matter to
Leoncia.
Sweet sister," had been his way,
we're going to go up and see what
the scoundrel Torres and his gang
are doing. We do know, thanks to
you, their objective. The dynamite
is to blow an entrance into the
valley. We know where the lady
who dreams sank her treasure
when her house burned. Torres
uOGb AOL MO" LulS. Inc lQGd is
that we can follow them into the
valley, when they have drained
the Maya caves, and have as good
a chance If not a better chance
than they Of getting possession Of
that marvellous chest Of gems. And
the very tip Of the point is that
we'd like to take you along on the
expedition. I fancy, IL we man
aged to get the treasure ourselves,
that you wouldn't mind repeating
that journey down the subterranean
river"
But Leoncia shook her head
worriedly.
mo" she said, after further urg-
ing, Il never want to see the VAL
ley OF the Lost Souls Sgain. nor
even to hear it mentioned. There
is where I lost Francis to that
woman"
at was all a mistake, darling
sister. But who was to know?
did not, you did not. Nor did
Francis. He played the mans part
fairly and sqUareIy. Not knowing
that you and I were brother and
sister, believing that we were truly
betrothed-and we were at that
time-he refrained from trying to
win you from me and he rendered
further temptation impossible and
saved the lives OF all Of us by
marrying the Queen"
Il miss you and Francis singing
your everlasting Back to Back
Against the Mainmsst'" she mur-
INJURED sadly and irreIevantly.
Tears swelled in her eyes and
brimmed over as she turned away
passed down the steps Of the We
Tanda, crossed the grounds. and
aimlessly ascended the hill. For the
twentieth time since she had last
seen Francis she pursued the same
course. covering the same ground,
from the time she first espied him
rowing to the beach from the An
gelisque. through her dragging him
into the jungle to save him from
her irate menfolk. to the moment.
with drawn revolver. when she had
kissed him and urged him into the
boat and away. This had been his
first visit.
Living In the Past.
Next, she covered every detail Of
his second visit from the moment,
coming from behind the rock after
her swim in the lagoon, she gazed
upon him leaning against the rock
as he scribbled his first note to her.
through her startled flight into
the jungle. the bite on her knee OF
the labarri (Which she had mis-
taken for deadly viperine), her re-
coiling collision against Francis ana
her faint on the sand.