Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-05-30

OaTOn, VINO Taught MIN the portuguese
Of a gentleman, was a great inspiration.
Brazil and set out for himself, but he
started on one more voyage to Boston.
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CHAPTER IV-(Continued.)
/ This time, the story had a hero not
the old half-breed himself. Against
the wild background Of the tale Of
courage and endurance, of adventure
with man and beast, poisonous snakes
the tropics-the figure of one man
stood out. Yes, the figure of the maj
called David Noel stood out like that
of a living man standing before a wall
of painted scenes laid on in crude.
barbaric colors: pictures of men and
things. among which he was the only
reality. Bruce, listening dazedly,
head in hands, seemed to see the &C
tual wall and the celebrated South
himself never had met David Noel.
soldier. explorer, statesman-and
popular man! But he visioned him
as arrogant success embodied in n
of the local types he knew. a power
full leader in a country without mid
die class. a country of "big whites"
and submissive masses. He had
1.-The Little Bald One" was showing
him to be a man of action, a fighter
in the strange green tropical wilder
ness as we'll as in the conflicts of
cities and civilization. Bruce con-
trasted his W life with that of this
other man with wonder rather than
bitterness. How had he slipped into
so deep an abyss. in the very places
where the other had walked so Sc
Noel would have killed as he had
killed in the like circumstance. The
story to which he listened seemed to
prove so much to him.. Why had the
black walls closed around one man
and not the other?
Drawn into listening and contem-
plating he had forgotten the riders
who were free. and the spider, also
free for a time. He was justly ag-
grieved when the abrupt cessation of
the m~onologue startled him from his
led from sleep. After waiting a mo-
ment vainly, for the Little Bald
One to continue. Bruce languidly lift
ed his head from his hand.
For n dazed moment, he had all
the sensations of an occultist who has
materializcd solid matter. out of
mind vapors. Against the wall OPP
posite the door, a wall painted by a
ray of sunlight to an unfamiliar
brightness. stood a man in a grey
linen riding costume, holding a Curl
Gus riding whip or grey braided
leather in his hand, his grey eyes in
tent upon the prisoner. He was not
playing with the riding whip. After
ward, Bruce learned this man had no
such nervous habits; when he stood
still, he was still as ar animal at
watch. He was still now, so still as
to excuse Bruce's momentary doubt,
edness, of his guests's reality. Slowly
the American arose from his stool,
peering with anxious f1xity2 at the fig
ure in the corridor. AS +he moved
forward, he more clearly distinguish
ed the man. The stranger was, per-
haps, half a dozen years older than
Bruce himself, Of medium height
from the Northerner's point of view,
built very powerfully, and had a dark
Plumbing for an appropriate speech,
Bruce muffed his Portuguese rather
badly.
"Good-day,' he stammered. "I-I
excuse my staring, but I'm"-he
todched his eyes in a futile attempt
to remember any word. expressive of
short sight-"my eyes are bad" he
finished lamely.
What he actually said was, that his
eyes were wicked, but the other man
did not smile. Indeed, Bruce pre-
sented a SOLDERING spectacle of misery
and detection, rather enhanced, thar
relieved by the tremulous animation
aroused in him by this visit.
Senior Bruce? My name Is David
Noel" He spoke in smooth and ex-
quisite Portuguese. Il am sorry to
don--" as Bruce would have spok-
en-. Might you not prefer to speak
English ?'
Bruce, already startled by the
identity of the other man, and his
knowledge of what David Noel could
do for him If he Chose, was overjoyed
by the question that released his
tongue from the bondage OF the half.
known language.
"By Jove. I certainly would he
gratefully exclaimed. Il have heard
a lot about you, of course; but I never
happened to learn. that you under.
stand English. Yes, I am about halt
blind without my glasses. My eyes
are all right. you know, except fol
lack Of them. But they are a BIZ
lack!!" ~. !
Broken, ]. suppose" que.ried. Noel
He continued to speak IN Portuguese
and to look s~teadfastly at the prison.
er. IA
Bruce nodded ruefuliy.
"A fellow pulled them on when
was arrested, and put his heel OF
them.
"Here?" "a 4
mo. sir, back in the camp, at the
my grip, but I was hustled of before
l could get at them. No doubt thu
natives cleaned up everything ii
sight, as o as we were out Of sight
After you killed the nan" finish.
ed Noel calmly.
Bruce's sallow cheeks colored.&
Yes, I killed him. I never denied
that, General Noel. He, had been pait
Thy arrival German concern ii destroy
my peoples railroad bridge, and j
caught him At It. He .was In the &C,
of touching or his-dynamite. In 4
way, It was self-defehse, tool HI
went for me- when I caught him.
I1red-got himi"