Marble Hill press., 1920-11-25
By PETER B. KYNE


would win the ten dollars from him.
but then 10 was worth ten dollars TO
know FOR n certainty whether she was
perfect or possessed Of slight haw /.
~ he silently drew forth wallet that
would have chokri COW and skinned
~ n trn,dollar gold certificate Of the
Unl,cd States OF America.
I'm game" he mumhlrd.
The lat gcntcman's initials are T..
T.. J."
"By the twelve apostles Peter
simon"
Don't hlasphcmc Mr. Webster"
lie stood W aud shook himself
"whcn you order the tea" he said
ycry distinctly. please have mine
cold. | need a braccr after that Take
the ten. You've won H."
Thanks. ever so much" she an
swcrrd In a matirr,oi,fact tone. aud
tucked the bin inside her shlrtwals,.
II am very poor woman, and
Every little biz added to what you've
got makes just little biz more " she
carolrd. swaylag her 1.-THE. beautiful
body and swapping her nngerS Ike
caharet dancer.
He could have groaned with the
futllty of his overwhelming desire for
her: Il even occurred TO him what
shame Il was 10 waste n marvel Ike
her on a callow young pup Ike Billy,
who had fought so many deadly skirm.
ishes with Dan Cupid that a post.
imprrssioulstic painting % the Geary
heart must resemble a pincushion.
Then he remembered that this was an
ungrnerous. a truitorpus thought. and
that he had not paid the lady her fee.
well what's the tarIfIy' he asked.
"You really feel that have earned
a professionals feeT'
BEYOND a doubt"
"Sincr you have taken Bllly away
from the this evening. shall make
YOU take Billy's place thi. evening.
After dinner you shall hire an open
victoria with two little white horses
and drive me around the Malecon.
There Is a band coucrrt tonight"
~ it's the last act Of my wicked
lIfe!" he promised feryently. Strange
10 relate IN that ccs,atic moment no
thought ~ BILLY Geary marrei the FER
feet serenity of what promised TO be
the most perfectly serene night In his
tory.
They were seated at the tiny tea
table when the sound of feet crunch
Ing the little Shellpayei path through
the patio caused Webster and Dolores
10 turn their heads simultaneously.
Coming toward them was an lndlyid.
ual who wore upon head OF flaming
red a disrepuiable. conical-crowned
straw somhrpro: solied cotton
camlsa with the tails flowing free OF
his equally Soled khaki trousers, and
sandals Of the kind known ms alpar-
gates-made from the tough fibre OF n
plant Of the cactus family and worn
only by the very lowllest peons-com-
pleted his singular attire.
zone Of Bnly's friends and another
reason why he has no social standing"
Dolores whispered. Il believe he's go
ing 10 speak 20 us"
Such evidently appeared TO be the
mans intention. He came to the
edge of the veranda. swept his ruin
Of hat from his red head and bowed
with Castillan expansiveness.
"Yer pardon. Miss, for appearin be-
fore you"
She smiled her forgiveness TO what
Webster now perceived TO be an
| alcoholic wreck. He was about 10
dismiss the fellow with scant cere-
mony, when Dolores, with that rich
sense Of almost masculine humor-
a humor that was distinctly American
said sweetly:
"Mr. Webster, shake hands with Don
Juan Cafetero. bon vivant and man
about town. Don Juan, permit me TO
present Mr.. Webster, from somewhere
In the United States. Mr.. Webster Is
a mining partner Of our mutual friend
Mr. William Geary."
A long. sad descent into the Pit had.
however, lmbued Don Juan with a
sense OF his degradation; he was In
the presence OF "a superior, and he ac-
knowledged the introduction with q
respectful inclination of his head.
"Tis you I've called to see. Misther
Webster, sor." he explained.
every well, old-umer. In what way
can be of service to your"
''Tis the other way around, sor. II
ye place, an for that same there's no
Charge. seein' ye're the partner, av
that fine, kind gintieman. Misther
Geary. Did ye, whilst in New Orleans,
have d'alings wit short, shtout
spiggoty wit puckered scar undher
his right eyer
John Stuart Webster suddenly sat
up straight and gazed upon the lost
son Of Erin with grave interest "yes,"
he replied, II seem to recall such .
man."
"Tis none av me business, sor. but
would ye mind tellin' me just what ye
did to that spiggoty7"
~why. to begin, last Sunday morn
ing I interrupted this pucker-eyed fel-
low and pop-eyed friend of his while