San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-04

rest.
Talk to me a while. You're like {
cool breeze-only don't become to-
frigid-"
Across the tennis court. 10 her as
constituent. walked a couple Of uni
formed officials of some sort, headin;
directly toward them.
"Who could they be? Yes. they
I were-good gracious they were po
licemen.
Look! How funny! What can b.
the natter"
Rogers wheeled about and saw
them. He gave a sudden muttered ex,
clamation, springing to his feet. Fol
a moment Mary thought that he was
going to make a bolt for it, so terrified
was his expression, with sweat stand,
ing out upon his forehead, and his
eyes rolling. as though be sought some
place in which TO hide.
W-what's the matter, sergeant"
The police officer had a pIper in his
hand. There was an ominous look
about that document he held.
You're wanted at the courthouse
right away. So come with u.s." he
answered grimly.
"It's the queerest and most thrill
ing thing / ever heard Of" exclaim-
ed Mrs. Cyrus Wade later that day
on the veranda of the hotel in Nassau.
"To think that Mr.. Rogers owns a
rum-running fleet of schooners, and
now he's been arrested for it,"
Hes got in trouble right enough.
Ore Of his precious captains has been
shot dead in American territorial
waters" her husband said. "and three
Of the crew are wounded
Mercy on us, 1t sounds like one
Of your own romances,7 The good
lady was quite thrilled. And then she
added: Il call it horrible of the fed
eral authorities, shooting down poor
fellows in cold blood like that"
Cyrus gave an awry smile.
~Oh, the poor fellows as you call
them. did their own little bit Of shoot
ing too. Don't forget they carried
two regular guns aboard their little
schooner. and history doesn't relate
who fired first :"
such buccaneeriug.," She turned to
Mary Forrest with a little SILVER.
" You were actually with this Rogers
man when the police arrived for
him?-
Mary looked awkward.
we were on the tennis court. " she
at was such a shock
I'm say IL was, :" Mrs. Wade grew
peevish. I'm sure | hope you don't
get your name in the papers over it.
That isn't the sort Of publicity that
will do Cyrus any good"
The girl felt snubbed. She was
sorry, too, in a way, for Rogers. She
had never really liked the man. But
anyone in trouble appealed 10 her pity.
They won't detain him long,
surely she ventured to inquire.
This isn't American soil, and he isn't
an American citizen"
"Ob, one never knovs.- said Cyrus
Wade "He has money in the States.
80 he'll BE- fined. ! s'pose. And il be
shows his nose in New York in
long while. things will be made pretty
not for him
Il think the whole things stupid,
yrumbled Mrs. Wade. This cataclysm
had torn her from her beloved bridge.
Peevishly her eyes turned 10 the water
where. IN the distance. she could see
some schoonCrs Of the rum-rUnning
fleet. Cyrus having but recently point
ri them out 20 her. IF we kept the
law, II would be all right. Of course.
But we're really a nation Of law
breakers now and who can blame
u.s.
(She had penchsnt for port wines
and hooks and Burgundies. and really
II was frightfully aggTavating 70.
think that one could get them hers,
but not in the United States unless
Jne paid a kings ransom >
"Ob, its a good thing. think.
Diped up little Cyrus Unexpectedly.
Fl We Americans never could DO things
by halves. as they manage 10 DO 10
Europe. We 90 the whole hog al
ways Just think NJ the awful saloon
problem that We had, and
"Bunkum :" raped back his wife.
with definite sspeTity. "All / say is
hat decent people like ourselves ought
10 be allowed % have our wines and
.onics.
Cyrus maintained bis ground.
Think Of the next generation. TAX
q broader view. Forget yourself.
Don't you see that the boys and girls
who haven't tasted PlcohCl-"
But they're hard at il at this very
she flung back at him, nod
ding towards q group Of youngsters
al the end Of the yerandah who were
ma king merry with long glasses that
bad ice in them. whirling round
strange mixtures with swizzle-Sticks.
Now isn't that a pretty picture for
yOUt Seyeuteeu-year-Ol a bot
he Of Bacardi, How's that for your
.beoryE
Cyrly looked piqued. uncertain.
She went on in triumph.
"A few years back. did you ever see
kids Of that age imbibiug cocktails
No. Of course not. We never heard
Of such q thing. But now it's the
smart thing. the fashionSJlc thing %
DO. The youngsters copy their oct
ters. Don't speak 10 me about the next
but just use your eyes.
You make me tired
He was silent. Better not argue
Eitb her in this mood.
OF course the thing bad come %
stay" As Cyrus's airsappeared TO be
distracted. she turned 10 Mary For
rest for a listener. There's coolies Of
graft about 81. Think Of the fortunes
being made By the dsJillers. The
agents, the shippers, sven the bottle
makers, Consider for = moment the
.otilla Of boats-quite a young mer-