The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-10-23
CHAPTER !.
An Error Rectihed.

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Pedro, the mestizo, having lighted
the wax tapers in the massive candle
sticks, having placed bottle and glasses
upon the great mahogany table, to-
bacco and papers upon the small ma
hogany table. withdrew silently, as
was his way, swiftly, as was his train
ing.
| His old master, Senior { Antonio
de Ia Guerra, looking as genuinely an
| tiQue in his old-fashioned black coat,
small, high-heeled boots and curled
white hair and mustache as any ar
ticle of the antique furniture in the
vast drawing room of the hacienda,
! turned his lively black eyes upon his
guest.
"You will forgive the rudeness Of
an old man, Senior Dempton," he said
softly, his English perfect, his utter
ance still the honeyed speech of Cas-
tile, "but may ask you to understand
that I know l-othing of what you
Americanos call business? And that
I have no wish to learn? That is why
I place these matters in the hands Of
an attorney" He bowed after the way
Of the old school, and ended, smiling
''in the hands Of a thoroughly compe-
tent attorney, senor."
Dempton, q little man with a rest
less, nervous manner and eyes like a
! rats, shifted in his chair, cleared his
throat and thanked his patron, looking
pleased on the whole.
''This is very important matter,
Mr.. de la Guerra" he offered, trif1e
| hesitantly and with keen eyes upon
his host.
ITO be sure" the old man cut in
impatiently, though with no lessening
of the courtesy of his speech. "a will
is always important"
He leaned forward, poured himself
a glass of the red southern wine, lift
ed it so that the still candle flames
shone in it brightly, and drank slowly.
Already Dempton had been asked to
drink, as he was always asked when
he came to the Rancho de la Guerra {;
already he had refused, as he always
refused.
The old man set down his glass and
took tobacco and fine white paper from
the tray upon the smaller table, his
steady, slim white hands making the
cigarette swiftly.
"You say, Senior Dempton," he said
when he had lighted a paper lighter
at the nearest candlestick, "that you
have found a flaw in the original
will?"
Eyes, sir" Dempton spoke hurried
ly and ran on very much after the
manner of a schoolboy who has gotten
his lesson by heart and wants to "say''
it before he forgets-
"Only a small matter, technical
error, which might never be noticed.
And vet there is a riSk-there is dan
ger that the will might eventually be
set aside; because of it that your de-
sires might come to naught; in word,
that the SenOrita Teresa, whom you
wish to make your sole 1egatee, might
never come into the fortune you have
willed to her. I have thought it best,
sir, to draw up a new document"
"You have done SOP" inquired the
old Spaniard, his eyes musiDgly upon
the thin wisp of smoke from the clga-
rette.
eyes" Dempton slipped red
hand into his breast pocket. IF you
will read it and sign it, sir-if we can
get the matter settled right away, de-
stroying the original documents =
'"The details, Senior Dempton' 1
trust I may leave with you" De la
Guerra waved a white hand gracefully.
'You have attended to my business Tor
me for seventeen years now, and l
have never found cause for criticism"
"You do not even care to have me
go into detail concerning the t1aw
which I allowed to creep in?"
Dempton had leaned forward little
in his chair. his eager eyes upon the
others. De la Guerra laughed softly
and shook his head.
"You would force me to appear stu
Did" He put his hand upon the oel
cord hanging from the edge OF the
hig table and a bell tinkled from De-
vond the door. LET me have the pa
oers YOU wish me to sign"
pedro brought pen and ink. retreat