The Washington herald., 1920-08-30
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head and wound once around her
neck
She began to talk in Spanish,
voluble, mOurnful stream of mel
ancholy music Littleheld did not
understand Spanish. The deputy
did, and he translated her talk by
portions, at intervals holding up
his hands to check the flow of her
words.
she came to see you. Mr.. Lit
tleheld. Her names Joya Trevi-.
mas. She wants to see you about
well. she's mixed up with that
Rafael Ortiz. She's his-she's his
girl. She says he's innocent. She
says she made the money and got
him to pass IL. Don't you believe
her. Mr.. Littlefeld. That's the
way with these Mexican girls;
they'll lie, steal, or kill for a fell
low when they get stuck on him.
Never trust a woman that's in
lover
Mr.. Fitzpatrick
Nancy Derwent's indignant ex-
clamation caused the deputy to
founder for a moment in attempt
ing to explain that he had mis-
quoted his own sentiments, and
then he went on with the transla-
ton:
She says she's willing to take
his place in the Jail If you'll let
him out. She says she was down
sick with the fever, and the doc
tor said she'd die II she didn't
have medicine, That's why he
passed the lead dollar on the drug
store. She says it saved her life.
This Rafael seems to be her
honey. all right; there's a lot Of
stuff in her talk about love and
such things that you don't want
to hear"
1t was an old story to the dis
trict attorney.
Tell her" said he, that l can
do nothing. The case comes up
in the morning, and he will have
to make his fight before the
court"
Nancy Derwent was not so
hardened. She was looking with
sympathetic interest at Joya Tre-
vinas and at Littlefeld alternate
ly. The deputy repeated the dis
trict attorneys words to the girl.
She spoke a sentence or two in a
low voice, pulled her shawl close
ly about her face, and left the
room.
What did she say them" ask
ed the district attorney.
Nothing special" said the dep
uty. She said: II the life Of the
one-let's see how il went-'Si la
vida de ella a quien tu amas-if
the life of the girl you love is
ever in danger, remember Rafael
Ortiz"
Fitzpatrick strolIed out through
the corridor in the direction of
the marshaTs once.
Cant you do anything for
them. Bob" asked Nancy. It's
such little thing-just one coun-
terfeit doIlar-tO ruin the happi-
ness Of two lives, She was in
danger OF death, and he did it,
TO save her. Doesn't the law
know the feeling of Pity"
1T hasn't a place in jurispru-
deuCe, Nan" said LittIefeld, "es-
pecLRlly in re the district attor-
ney's duty. I'll promise you that
the prosecution will not be vim
dictive; but the man is as good
as convicted when the case is
called. Witnesses will swear to
his passing the bad dollar which
1 have in my pocket at this mo-
ment as Exhibit A There are
no MexiCans on the jury. and it
will vote Mr.. Greaser guilty
without leaving the box"
The plover shooting was fine
that afternoon, and in the excite
ment Of the sport the case Of Ra-
fael and the grief Of Joya Trevinas
was forgotten. The district at
torney and Nancy Derwent drove
out from the town three miles
along smooth, grassy road. and
then struck across rolling
prairie toward A heavy line Of
timber on Piedra Creek. Beyond
this creek lay Long Pranrie, the
favorite haunt Of the pIover. As
they were nearing the creek they
heard the gallOping of a horse to
their right, and saw a man with
black hair and a swarthy face
riding toward the woods at
tangent, as II he had come up
behind them.
I've seen that fellow some
where" said Littleheld, who had
a memory for faces, but I can't
exactly place him. Some ranch
man. I suppose, taking a short
cut home"
They spent an hour on Long
Prairie, shooting from the buck
board. Nancy Derwent, an active
outdoor. Western girl, was pleas
ed with her twelve bore. She had
bagged within two brace Of her
companions score.
They started homeward at