Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1919-08-21

come upon three men, ragged, ugly
looking Mexicans, sleeping about a
camp fire which was fast dying. The
men knew nothing or professed at
ignorance, Stairway could not tell
which.
After that nothing, although they
had pushed many miles into the Mexi-
can country until they realized the ut
ter uselessness Of riding farther.
"We may as well go back, Gaucho,"
Stairway said at last. "They will want
ransom, I suppose. When they speak
Wen know what TO do"
And reluctantly, his face black with
the wrath upon him, Gaucho Morales
called to his men to turn back.
The sunlight lay bright and warm
upon the oranges and their blossoms
when they rode back to the rancho,
Stairway threw himself from the
saddle, a bit stiff from long hours of
hard riding.
Then, walking slowly now, loath to
greet Teresa de la Guerra with news
of their failure, he came into the patio.
She was there waiting for him.
Nothing" he blurted out. "We
have found nothing"
81 know" she said quietly. She
came toward him. putting out her
hands. you have been good to us,
Senior Billy"
He laughed a bit awkwardly.
II don't know how" he retorted. 81
have done nothing. You have not been
molested here?'
She hesitated. He saw a quick
frown gather her brows. Then,
speaking lightly, she replied, saying:
mo. But come; you must be hun
CRY and tired out. Coffee is ready"
He went with her to the broad-open
doors.
"Torre is here?' he asked, his eyes
intent upon her face.
The frown came again. and was
gone quickly But he had seen it.
"He is here, yes. Asleep. think.
He was wounded. You know"
"He is not badly Aurt?"
Her tired eyes, into which sleep had
not come during the long night, grew
brightly contemptuous.
1T is only his beauty which is
harmed" she said swiftly.
"Good morning, prima mial" called
deep, laughing voice. "Ah, still with
us, Senior Stanway?'
Tore, debonair in the dark, youth
full beauty Of him, greeted them at the
doorway.
Certainly Senior Stairway is still
with u.s." said Teresa coolly. HE is
my guest, my grandfathers friend.
Senior TorreW
Tore laughed and lifted his shoul-
ders.
ENTER" he said with a graciousness
which was In some strange way vague
ly insulting; 1t was as though he were
the master here, and because Of his
generosity not only Stairway but the
girl as well were allowed upon the
premises.
Now it was Teresa who flushed.
"Come. Senior Billy" she said quiz
city. 1--WE are going to have coffee
together"
For the fraction of a second the
two men stood fronting each other.
their level eyes filled with challenge.
with mistrust which was little less
than hatred.
Then the Spaniard bowling again,
turned away, with slight smile play
ing under the small, pointed mustache,
and Stairway followed his hostess.
Pedro himself superintendent the
serving Of the simple breakfast.
"Senorita," Stairway said at last,
pushing back his chair, 81 should like
TO 80 back to the drawing room. There
might be something there to give US
hint that win help US"
ISL" she said, Il had thought OF
that. l looked last night carefully
after you had gone"
You found nothIng?"
Nothing that / could understand
she answered quietly. Something
could not"
He looked up at her quickly his
eyes fun Of question.
''This." she answered, not waiting
for him TO speak.
She placed a folded paper before
him. He glanced at it, frogned,
looked again, and turned once more
TO her.
ut Is his Will. Dated last night
But why has he made a new oneT
"Read IT, as quietly as before
though her eyes were Frightening with
some surge Of emotion he could not
guess.