Evening star., 1921-06-26

Porto Bio road. Face down, but with
the valorous Mr.. Smith advancing
upon him. chest arched, full Of pride
| and confidence.
He is dead" Mr.. Smith whispered.
showing his teeth. With the tip of his
patent leather boot he poked Pug
instant to trip him. to deprive him of
his pretty gun and to sit upon his chest.
Cock Robin said Pug. tweaking Mr.
Smiths nose, your little arrow is in
my pocket. ! am now going after Mr..
Jones' Be good
Whereupon Miss Diego recovered con-
sciousness and captured Mr.. Jones her
self
ut was of simplicity" she con-
fessed later. When l saw you. my
Pug. approach, SO calm. SO brave. l dis
tracted from you the attention of this
ferocious Signor Jones. 1 have nails Of
| the sharpest. Behold, I scratched. Men
are strange creatures, heart of my
heart. They will brave 4 lion in the
den. But an angry woman makes cow
ards OF them ALL"
| Dawn had broken over Magella when
the priest at Barrios was awakened to
officiate at the wedding of dishevelled
| American and very tired, very pretty.
very merry young lady. There were
three witnesses-one tall. one short.
and one not so short-who gave their
names as Signor Smith. Signor Jones,
and Signor Brown. all from New York.
AS. Miss Diego said. it was an affair
OF sufficient grandeur. The sun came
| ness. The bells of the little church of
Barrios rang gladly overhead. Robins
sang and parrot gave lively tongue in
a ciba tree nearby. Only the three wit
Of the glorious morn. They groaned and
felt with gingerly fingers the scratches
which decorated their cheeks. The
priest at Barrios wondered. But he was
a simple man and knew love when it
spoke from the eyes Of a man and a
woman. So he married and blessed
them and offered them to drink of his
best vino bianco.
A schooner lay just off the beach and
a rowboat waited in shallow water. The
priest of Barrios. when speaking of
these strange things afterwards, always
shook his head. They came with the
dawn and into the face of the dawa
they sailed away again. A small boat
took them to the schooner. Sail was
hoisted and in the fresh wind of that
glorious morning they vanished down
the path Of the, sun-the bride. the
groom and the wounded wedding guests.
l stood on the beach, my hand shad-
ing my eyes. Figlio milo. to this day l
wonder whether it was some dream of
emily from the direction rD of a the capital gt
as is usual-the ship of the Ameri-
can Company steamed into my vision.
Slowly she advanced and swiftly the
schooner raced to meet her. They met.
A great puff of black smoke from the
tunnels of the big ship smirched the
sky-and there. halfway to the mouth
of the harbor, she stopped. For a mo-
ment she stopped. I swear to this:
then she moved on again. leaving that
schooner tossing in her wake! Had she
fols a ctr Haa ar11 nv- 4 fl,a,
return to Magella with the sailing YES
sci? / know not. Figlio mio-I have
only one proof of their reality. Behold!
An American gold piece of unknown de-
nomination. What think you:"
+ Il
THE wireless operator at the Capo
was equally curious. On that morn
ing when the Rough Rider slipped
sea, a radio message was received for
the American consul. 1t ran:
II am on board Rough Rider north
ward bound Mrs. Fairchild and the bad
debt with me break the news to his nibs
gosh how happy we are
An hour later. still puzzled. the wire
less operator at the Capo sent a mess
age speeding after the Rough Rider.
The smudge of smoke from her tunnels
still lay upon the horizon, but she her.
self had gone. The message ran:
Lovers. go you with God.
And so the shutter closes. But for
an instant. before the vision fades, we
sec steamer hurrying up the sea.
Leaning on the rail, looking back at
the misty outlines of the fabulous
Christmas, the laughing Signor Pug
and the merry Miss Diego-Vaya con
Dios. Fade out!
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