The Washington times., 1920-08-11

"A Julian Strengthening and
a extending his blade.
4 The combat was resumed more
fercely; Alvarez now certain that
the wounded man could not longer
Withstand him forced the nghting.
Julian waited. parried and waited
and then with the last ounce OF his
strength seized a fleeting opening
and drove home his sword.
Alvarez groaned. the doctor ran
forward: blood gushed from the
wound; but there was vengeance
in the last sneer OF the dying revel-
Ter: he ew his hour had come
an6he resolved to make one last
attempt to carry down with him
this rival who had robbed him Of
life.
Desperation. rancor, hatred were
all put itno that last throw, and
Julian dropped under 1t; the two
lay on the ground under the big
trees, in the shadow of the ruined
church as the light was going out.
Julian Has Chance.
The doctors worked fast-for AL
varez there was no hope: his breath
ing ceased as they labored: for
Julian there was a chance; all de-
pended on quick service.
Where could they take him, not
far; he could not be moved far.
All, there was a studio nearby;
happy thought: they would bring
him there where he could lie on
bed and be properly attended, pre-
paratory to being taken to his own
home.
Don Severe, noting with terror
the deathly ipa!lor on his brothers
face, helped the physicians to lift
and carry him: they went step at
a time, walking slowly, carefully.
fearful Of stumbling. almost afraid
that he would die as they moved.
And Severe, half turning, saw the
body of Alvarez being borne away.
He reflected bitterly that Ernesto
, had been saved while Julian had paid
the price for him. There was light
in the studio. 1t looked like a star
of hope. The bearers toiled on.
Inside the studio half an hour
before, Ernesto. deep in thought
had sat smoking. trying to figure
out how he had become involved in
such frightful mesh Of misfortune
with no evil thought of his own.
The parallel he had drawn from the
reading Of Paolo recurred to him
now; the angry face of Julian when
he had sent him away rose before
him, the frightened eyes of Teodora
haunted him now. Apparently be-
cause of him terrible things had
happened to this man and woman
whom he held dearer than all the
rest of the world. And he was
powerless.
A knock, not of hesitation, but OF
urgency presaging trouble. The
poet opened the door and faced the
woman who had been in his
thoughts. "Teodora. you here?"
More madness went whirlng
through his brain; she stepped in
and he closed the door behind her.
Teordora Makes a Request.
There was a lamp on small
center table and she stood in its
rays showing a face of great pal
lor, eyes of great anguish. "Ernes-
to, have heard; you must promise
me you will never fight with my
husband-that / cannot permit"
The young man staggered back.
repeating in a dazed manner: "Your
husband, fight with Julian?"
Yes, yes, you know what l mean
If you care anything about the
friendship have given you let this
be test. Go away; do not fight"
You are wrong, Teodora, I am
not f1ghting with your husband, I
am fighting with Don Alvarez"
Teodora stared as though she
could not believe. you are telling
the TRUTH" she gasped .
He took up a crucfix and held II
she seemed to breathe again. And
you are to fight Alvarez, the best
swordsman in Seville; no. no, that
is equally impossible-here, beg
of you to accept these pearls, turn
them into money and go away
you will do this?" She had un-
fastened the pearls and now she
held them toward him.
mo Teodora, I cannot run away