San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-04-08

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| cord go way wee.h me-"
Dolores, .quivered like a bird unde
the spell of a serpent. NORWICH tool
in the situation at glance, eased him
self into a chair by the side of tn
Border Nightingale, and sent for NOR,
drinks. No one could spin a quicker
or more artful fabric in less time thai
the Mexicanna Spider, Don Tostado'.
mood changed to one of merriment.
"Ho-ho-hO," he roared. $50, it ee:
what the A.lericanos call only stall,
| Ell? There is then no sweetheart who
would dispute <eeth Don Tostado fol
/ the favor of the lady he have select
BuenO? Senior Morwych. l hold the
DANA in your place, and l pay fol-
| everysing. Now, l must 60 San Key
for sell fifteen t'ousand barrels oil,
But when l come back-we have gran
times! Adios, amigo Flower Of
my heart, 1 say the sweet good night :.
THAT you may pass it we'll, senor.'
| Dolores spoke in her native tongue,
small head lowered to hide the tor
ture in her eyes. Under the table, one
wrist was being slowly turned in the
grip of NORWICH.
The senior waddled from the room.
The Spider released his clutch.
"Nice work, kid" he compliment,
ed. Hes good for fifty thousand
more if he's kidded along, otherwise
well. Tostado owns the town. BE a
sensible kid; ard when you come back
from y1r vacation with Senior Sap;
I'll show you how to make some real
dough"
The Border Nightingale toyed with
her fan.
sMexicana-it is a YER bad place, y"
she unused. at should close, senior.
Rather than do what is in your mind,
little Dololes-she kills herself"
NORWICH got up, nodded carelessly
and went out to see what new moths
had fallen into his net at the Palace.
Senorita Romero sank back into her
| chair, eyes on her untouched glass Of
wine.
At that moment the Ivory God re-
warded the patience of Johnny Powell,
sitting alone in one corner of the room.
and rolling little sugar-lumps across
the table. The little singer turned her
head, and regarded the young Ameri-
can wistfully. He grinned and point
ed TO the vacant chair opposite him.
In a moment she had fluttered, wide
eyed, to his table.
amigo milo, was it an angel of
God who babe you not to leave me
alone?"
IAN angel?" said Johnny. an Mex
acana? Sister, there's only one angel
here. and / can't figure out why she's
hangin' around. 1 get my tips from
the dice:"
@Dice?" Her quick eyes beheld the
sugar-lumps. Before he could guard
them, one small hand took quick pos
session. On the up-turned face of
each cube there was a penciled heart.
Johnny Powell grew very red.
"Just kiddin' myself" he explained,
WANTED TO talk to you, but didn't
know whether you cared for home
talent. run the game at Brayfields.
Been shooting sugar-iumps six nights
now, and this is the first time / threw
the double house sign"
Senorita Romero yelled her eyes
under long lashes, and spoke with diff
ficulty because of the beating Of ter
| heart.
"Thou are Senior Johnny Powell"
she pronounced, who have never
wrong a woman, and who have kill
men who cheat. They say that the
pobrecitas-the poor little ones at the
Palacio-those who wear the red rib
bOns-they get the money from you to
go home when no one else will give.
You see, l know much"
"You sure do" admitted Johnny,
aim a bad muchacho, but guess /
Amt what you would call rotten.
Who's been talking to you?"
MADAM Double-chin. l live at her
house"
The face of young Brayfield's game
keeper hardened.
"What?"
"Nay, but thou must not look at me
| like that. All, please. To me she have
been a mother, and have give me the
room that is next to hers. With her
own hands one night, did she almost
strangle the man who would have"
She shuddered and concluded:
amigo, / wish that ! was brave, and
could use the pistols too. yes!"
The jazz orchestra blared into a
| fox-trot. ard the floor resouLded to
the pit-pat of shoe and slipper, Joining
Powell looked at the Borde: Night
ingale.
"Want to take chance,"
"Withsyou, Senior? All, so gladly"
She floated into his arms, and for
a few precious moments forgot every
thing else in the realization of a
dream that she had often conjured.
Hitherto he had been a distant Sir
Galahad, the one maiden knight of
Mexacana, whose phantom she had
summoned to her aid in the name of
womanhood. Now she was actually
in the shelter of his arms. and he
had called her to his side because of
sugar-lumps that showed pair of
heart. The wonder of it all was.
still in her eyes as they returned to
their table. AS for JohEny-he was
young, and she was very pretty.
81 have an aunt" she told him shy
1y. ian aunt who have one time love
an Americana. He was an engineer
! and we're brave and handsome. But
he was kill, and so all her life Tia
Christina was veree sad, ike me-"
Johnny looked incredulous.
may" she told him, II speak truly
The Romeros have once owned all Sar
Reg, but with the revolution, it &c
until there was nothing but my voice
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