The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-02-27
CONFESSIONS OF A BRIDE,
Find My Husband-And He is sun Ayen the Haclenda
Copyright, 1920, by the N. 3. A.


Nothing doing!" Travers repeat
ed. as he climbed into the seat beside
me so that we could discuss our dilem-
ma without being overheard. "The
natives positively refuse to dig today,
Mrs. Lorimer. That scamp, Jose,
doesn't want us to unearth his master,
He's out for power himself in new
regime; 4
Something's doing, Just the same, :"
said. "Tell Don Jose not to let the
crowd follow us. Then please come
with mel
The bell, tower of the old church
had fallen. but the strong round tower
at the corner of the secret chamber,
which had been built originally for
defense was standing. It's steps were
clogged with debris, but led the way
up them, retraced the path. had once
taken over the roof, and descended
the narrow stairway to the secret
room. The door at the foot OF the
steps was shut tight. The panel had
been fixed fast by the earthquake
shock, Travers said, and he left me
to summon Don Jose to help him bat
ter 1t down.
knocked on the door and called
to my husband while Travers was
gone, A flat echo was my only ans
wer.
My heart stood still as the men
pounded at the door. Anything might
have happened in that room. raj
lied at perverse fate which had lock-
ed Bob and Certeis-the two men who
loved me-behind that stubborn door.
When the door fell, Travers stepped
into the opening and barred the way
with; his body. He stood quietly as IL,
to shield me from terribly sight,
then he took off his hat.
Don Jose, standing behind him,
took off his hat also. shuddered and
pushed forward shrieking:
aBobi Bob! Let me see my hus-
bandit
Trayers put a supporting hand UNI
der my arm as pushed past him into
on the floor. Donna Camilla's body
was covered with-a satin blanket
taken from one of the divans. Bob
lookeS. as il he had tainted. brushed
to my husbands side. Travers kIrelt
by the woman, made swift investi.
CATION and pronounced one word:
'Deadi"
81 heard 1t and thought that TRAY.
ers was applying 1t to Bob as well as
to that dreadful creature. And 1
watched Travers without hope as he
stopped over the still form of my
husband. Don Jose stopped close to
Travers. There was wicked smile on
his handsome face, smile which had
a CLEAN of triumph in it.
1t occurred to me for the first time
that Certeis and Don Manuel were not
to be seen! Don Jose had reason to
smile! Fate had made him master of
the haciendai
But of course that didn't matter
Nothing would ever matter to me
again. I'could tell from Travers face.
i you are brave woman, Mrs. Lori
mer, l know, Pull yourself together.
Can you stand good news? Your hus.
band still lives! Butt am not sure
that can keep him alive. Well
nurse him here-tonight. / dare not
move him from this place, Mrs. Lori.
mer.
And there we remained In the midst
Of hostile people, served by the
( hypocritical Don Jose.
Once more had saved my husbands
life.
i'we'd better hurry back 10 Gods
country where You won't have to do
It every fortnight. said Bob dryly
when we were along in our room at
he hotel few days later.
Travers had rushed us to town as
speedily as possible in order that he
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