Evening star., 1922-04-20
The Artificial Paradise
By arthur B. Reeve.
One Of The Stars Weekend Fiction Stories each story
complete in three installments.

II he will but do what she asks. My
poor father-I must save him from
himself, II 1t Is necessary. Argu-
ment has no effect with him. He
merely answers that the sonora 10 a
talented and accomplished woman
hint to him to beware. hate her"
The fiery animosity OF her dark
eyes boded Ill. felt, for the sonora.
But 1t flashed over me that perhaps,
ress. but had simply been schemins
to win the heart, and hence the
hacienda. of the great landowner
when he came into possession OF his
estate. II the revolution proved sue
csssfuL
"And finally" she concluded. keep
ing back the tears by an heroic EFFORT,
promising to return early IN the
evening. 1t Is now twenty -four hours.
and I have heard not . word from
him. 1t is the first time in my life
that we have ever been separated so
long"
"And you have no idea where he
could have gone" asked Craig.
Senior Torrson. another member OF
the junta. Senior Torreon said this
morning that he left the home Of
Sonora Mendes last night about 10
o'clock in company with my father.
He says they parted ct the subway.
of the road. Prof. Kennedy" she add
ed. springing up and clasping her
hands tightly in an appeal that was
Irresistible. you know what steps to
take to fnd him. trust al to you
/ think 1t would be best II we could
get along without them. Find my
father, senores, and when we come
into our own again you shall not re.
Sret that you befriended q lonely
hasl ntrsae IN snd s1sands TSsrs
tears in her eyes As she stood sway
The tenseness OF the appeal was
broken by the sharp ringing OF the
telephone bell. Kennedy quickly
s'Your maid. wishes to speak to
you" he said. handing the telephone
Her face frightened with that mere
vous hope that springs In the human
breast even IN the 6lsekess moments mon. for
ed ne nj Miss "'ts Guerrero. rr,a ~ "Yes. yaanta.
what lie it-a message for me?" j..
My Spanish was not quite good
enough to catch more than q WORD
here and there in the low converse.
gard look which overspreAd her deli-
cate face that the news was not en-
"oh!" she cried. "this is terrible
terrible! What shall do? Why did
/ come here? I don't believe 1t.
Don't believe what, Miss Guer-
rero?" asked Kennedy reassuringiy.
That he stole the money--oh. what
am I saying? You must not look for
Sesn SsMnSeu here. "Ss. No. DONE don't believe it."
"What money!" asked Kennedy.
disreearding her appeal to drop the
case. Remember, It may be better
that we should know 1t now than the
police later. We will respect your
"The junta had been notified a few
days ago. they say. that large sum
1--we hundred thousand silver dol
lars--had been captured from the gov
ernment and was on its way TO New
the subtreasury." she answered. re-
peating what she had heard over the
telephone as II In a dream. Mr..
jameson referred to the rumor when
he came in. I was interested. Tor
did not know the public had heard
nounced that the money 10 missing.
As soon as the ship docked in Brook.
Iyn this morning an agent appeared
with the proper credentials from my
father and guard. and they took the
money away. 1t has not been heard
Of since-and they have no word from
my father"
Her face was blanched as she real
iyed what the situation was. Here
she was, setting people to run down
her own father. II the suspicious OF
the other members Of the 5unta were
to be credited.
"You-you do not think my father