The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-10-16

me in. slipped out, my heart thud.
ding in my throat, and seeking the
protecting shadow of the mizzenmast,
crouched, listening, looking.
Scarce thirty feet away she stood
beside the starboard after-rail, a
| gOlden-tan mantilla over her hair and
across her slim shoulders. Her face
was raised toward the stars, and the
music that came from her lips was
such as l had always imagined the
angels might produce.
slim boy, Polito, was near her,
and on her right stood the massive
figure that had last seen dressed as
Charles V. One of his arms was
strapped against his side. His rasp-
ing voice broke into the middle of the
melody: "Why do you sing in French,
Carisima; is not the Spanish language
sufficient
mo one language, 'DolfO, is suffi-
cient for night like this. Every lar
guage has it, own love songs, never
does translation quite suffice"
l found myself laughing softly In
the gloom. She would sing love
song in French to her Spanish lover !!
Even Polito was laughing now. "Adol-
TO-" he said in ger lie raillery, console
myself that she does not sing in Eng
lish, which might bring to her mind
the moon-madness of that tall Ameri-
cano with the fair hair and the clever
wrist"
Adolfo uttered something in his
beard that must have been an oath,
for her voice was gently Gliding
"POor Dolfo, he has had an evil time.
and we should be good to him during
this, his first hour Oil the deck.
think the Americana must have had
touch of the moon, which does amaz-
ing things to us. l suppose he is
laughing, somewhere, over the mad
ness of that night"
"Unless," said De Fuentes lamely.
"there have been other nights"
Now wanted to deny that; want
ed to tell her that her image had filled
my dreams. | had a wild desire to
cast myself at her feet and to cry my
love aloud to the world, yet ] knew
that such an act Of INSANITY would
only add confirmation to Francisco'S
charge of madness against me-
While I waited, hot and cold by
turns, listening to her voice and de-
vouring her with eager eyes. two fig
ures came along the rail and stopped
Adolfo jerked his heavy body awk-
wardly. When she spoke to Francisco
and Santini there was an easy frank
ness in her manner, as though she
had been in the habit of talking with
them often.
"That mysterious patient Of yours,
Doctor Willard" she said, 'has filled
me with a consuming curiosity; is it
forbidden that satisfy it,"
Santini laughed uneasily. and Fran
cisco answered her: ut has been or
dered, Senorita, that our patient be
left in the strictest privacy. His peo-
Pile in Caracas will hold us"
Now De Fuentes laughed. laughed
harshly, laughed long and loud, a huge
guffaw that beat out over the quiet
sea. Caracas" he cried, show will
you two reach Caracas?"
'Ah, Adolfo." she said, what do you
mean; has the close confinement, and
the pain of your wound-?"
"No," Adolfo yelled, "a hundred
noesw He went of into another
paroxysm of unholy glee. in which
fervently hoped he might expire of
apoplexy, but he survived. Doctor
Willard" he jeered, Doctor Willard
indeed! He is Santini, the soldier
and Bolivar is going to lose patriot!
And as for you. Francisco Perez there
will be rope"
Francisco emitted shrill whistle,
and figures, running swiftly, emerged
from the gloom. | dashed toward the
milling group, caught sight of San
TIM, with knife appraised, and threw
myself upon him. The evil blade clat-
tered to the deck and the soldier
turned to face me. He rasped bitter
oath, swinging his fists the while,
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head and filled the heavens with shoot
ing stars. Before Santini could strike
again the 1.-the form of Polite inter-
vened. He threw his slim body like a
lance at the soldiers throat and the
two .ent down, grotesque figure Of
writing arms and legs.
Now saw the dark Manuel, a pistol
is his hand and his mouth open in an
expectant grin. Before he could raise
the weapon l closed his mouth with a
driving fist, behind which had put all
the over of my muscles.
With the sailors pressing around