Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-08-08
Dice of Destiny
BY JACKSON GREGORY
Copyright

Celestino.t the vaquero who had spent
the night at Pedro's side, was not &C
be seen.
Stairway. rushing up the stairs, his
revolver in his hand, bestowed onls
one look upon the unconscious Pedro
and rushed at the door of Teresa's
room.
The door was locked. He called
There was no answer. Everything
was perfectly still. He knocked al
the door loudly. calling again. Ano
now, when silence answered him, 8
great fury swept through him, his
brain seemed to be on fire. his voice
seemed tC him to come from great
distance as he shouted for an ak.
The ak came, but he had not waited
for 1t. A heavy chair had splinterec
against the oak panels, but the panels
themselves were no obstacle to the
fury of his attack. They burst al
last, his hand found the key in the
lock upon the other side of the door.
the door was flung open.
Nothing, nothing but emptiness and
wild disorder which told, had lie
needed the telling, of the girls alb
duction!
That cry Of hers had bespoken
struggle, brief and Intellectual.
And Teresa was gone with nothing
behind to show whittier.
Stairway ran through all the rooms
of her dainty suite, calling. Silence
and emptiness were his answers. He
threw open the windows to her bal.
cony.
Horses" he shouted. "Gaucho
run to the stables. They are taking
her across the borderr'
The vaquero, too, heard the thud
of running hoofs out there in the
darkness beyond the oranges, under
stood, and sped upon his errand.
"Here is poor Celestina, senor." said
Esteban. He was kneeling on the
little landing q few PAGES removed
from the spot where Pedro lay. II
think that he is dead. They have
struck him on the head. Jesus Ma
ria but it is a nasty blow, and from
behind"
Stairway scarcely heard the man.
He was looking for a ladder, seeking
TO see how Teresa had been carried
from the house.
There was nothing.
He thought that there had been
many men here; that a man below
had caught the girl in his arms as
she was dropped down to him; he
shuddered at the thought, and once
more was running, now down the
stairs, which he took almost at a
bound, through the dim corridors, and
toward the drawing room.
"The senorita?" several voices were
clamoring at him. "Have they
harmed her? Blood of the Savior,
have they dared lay hand upon herr
"She is gone" he answered crisply.
Listen, companeros. This is tbs
work of Tore yonder You know that.
But you must not harm him-yet j.
There is time. See that he does n0s
escape. If he does not bring the Sc
n0rita back to us safe, unframed
then we shall know what to do, shall
we not, companeros?"
They answered him by silence and
the quick turning of black, fierce eyes
upon the man who had this second
thing to answer to them for. Tore
s,1roYnoped his old hrnvado and the
smile which went with it.
Tore did not speak, but, turning
away, made a cigarette, Captain Ju
arez, seemingly just awakened, threw
his blanket aside and sat up on his
couch, his eyes rowing from face TO
face, coming to rest at last upon Tor
res as though he were awaiting a
leaders move. His eyes were as
grave as Torres, his sense of a crisis
as clear.
CTo BE CoNTINUED)