The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-06-28
Read This Entertaining Serial in Which
the Author Has Woven q Thrilling
Romance Of the Problems
Of Married Life.
BY Ann Lisle,


kANvU WV4 DAB 1UD
Success.
CD osA she turn not to be what
/ have think her since I am
young boy. She turn to be not
my goddess at all. like I have
always dreamed. ! have pin her
b pedestal. do not find her
there. Maybe I find her under
bottom Of the pedestal. We shall
geo. But I am already to see
how you are beautiful and good. !"
''stick to your story. young
man." 7 laughed reprovingly. but
not dreaming Of taking offense at
the boys exaggerated way Of talk
inc.
II do not get on with the calling
very last" smiled Manuelo rue
fdIly. ''1t was not such good par
ties. ! come maybe . little earlier
than ! am expected. You know by
me was always the eagerness I
shall get to Rosa. Well, I come,
and knock me on her studio
door and. like always. 7 turn me
the doorlxnobs to walk In. And
what you think happen?"
II am eager to hear" MUIR
INJURED, impressed by something
mysterious and miserable In the
boys manner.
Manuelo put his head down In
his hands for q moment, and then
he lifted q haggard face which
showed that however volatile he
was and no matter how boldly
he disclaimed Rosa, she had made
him suffer.
II find Rosa hiding from me q
strange man." said young Ortiz
simply. "As come in she Is
pushing him into the next room.
But ! see him first and that he Is
nothing but trash. one big tramp.
And l say to Rosa what have
seen. Fbsa she say there IL no
man. Rosa she look me In the
xace and lie"
I leaned forward. Breathlessly
I realized that at last the true
Rosa was about to be revealed.
Rosa Cordova really hid q
tramp from you when you went to
her apartment to call yesterday"
I asked. breaking the impressive
silence In which Manuel Ortiz eat
leaning dejectedly against my
table.
The boy aroused himself and
shook his head rapidly up and
down in assent.
II have seen the man. he,
Manuel Ortiz, see what my eyes
tell me IL so. And Rosa she lie.
She laugh and call me 'Nello' and
say, You am foolish boy And
like ever, Rosa she win me. So !
stay and she make me the tea and
make me to wind around the fin
gers Of her again. But always
"a my heart I know It is some
thing wrong and hate myself
for that ] am stay. You hate me,
too7"
"of course not" I laughed to
calm his strange earnestnesS.
I'll be annoyed at you IL you don't
ten me the important news with
which I've an idea you are just
about bursting" said, slick
ing to my ,half-facetious, half
maternal tone.
mo one have say something at
al? He have say nothing7
ibid you think I'd had q call
from that tramp" / demanded
tolerantly.
Manuelo shook his head dog
gedly. sat and pondeled for a mo
ment, and then he plunged into his
story;
"After have me the early tea,
Rosa she say at about four she
have to meet Ramon and she viii
put ON the hat and let me take her
out in the taxi. And just as we
ret TO the door Of her studio her
telephone It ring. So she say I
shall 90 ahead, as maybe she is de-
lay. And / go while at the tele-
rhone she Is. I walk me down be-
cause I make to think. And walk
me out slowly. And as I come up
the street. I hear the great big
noise"
"A shot?" I gasped.
"One thousand-ten thousand
times more big. Like the cannon