The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-11-20
By FRED MCLAUGHLIN
Author of The Blade of Picardy"
Copyright by Bobbs- Merrill Co.
(WNU Servlcel
shall see him, however, within the

| shall see him, however. within the
hour"
Il pray, Senior Lieutenant" I said
fervently, that | shall cause no fur
Their disturbance-if, indeed, | have
been the cause of any. When my
guards have been removed shall take
the way TO La Guaira, where some
ship"
Now, watching his face, I saw that
Polite did not brighten at this pros
pect, and | was glad, for, so long as
the Senorita Dulce remained in Vene-
zuela, there would | remain.
"Adios. them" said he.
heard, in less than an hour, the
crisp bark of orders and the sounds
of shod feet on the stones of the
patio; sounds that, fading swiftly, told
me that the guards had gone, and that
| was free again. Yet, free, hest
tated to leave Caracas, even if were
permitted. If | were free why should
| go, why should | leave the Senorita,
who was still the SenOrita, and not
yet the Sonora de Fuentes? I could
not hope TO disarrange another we'd
ding. and if Dulce were willing to
marry Adolfo today why should she
be unwilling tomorrow? Yet she did
not love him; of that | felt very sure
Why, then should she marry him at
all?
While pondered thus, accomplish
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the room. dared not believe my
senses. The Senorita? 1t could not
be. Dulce would not come TO see me
here. | was dreaming; my insane
worship had touched ny brain, and |
would see her, doubtless, all the rest
of my life. ] had heard Of such a
thing, or read of it, and had laughed.
A slim figure stood in the doorway,
a figure all in lacy black, with heavy
veil that effectually concealed the fea-
lures. One might not have known
whether she were dark or light, but I
knew.
again, Senorita,' I said, bowling
over slim hand, you find me in a
prison. The visit of an angel could
not have been"
She touched my hair with trembling
fingers. 1T was light, was i. not,
Senior? have dreamed of your hair
as being light was all that just a
dream-and am | dreaming now?"
Il hardly know what has been real,
and what"
did not see you first in the moon
light, Senior, hatless, and with
strange light in your eyes? Did you
not come to my aid when | called, and
did not you find me ia the storm? Did
not your eyes draw me away from the
altar? Are you now only the spirit
of the man who was lost in a raging
sea ?"
| tried to laugh. 81 am only a sort
of shadow, Your Majesty, which will
follow you everywhere Wherever you
go there will I go, for you are the star
of my hope: your dice
"You are mad, Senior. You-you
came to the cathedral, then, to-"
Il went to the cathedral to stop the
wedding"
Mother Mary" Sc gasped. And
went to the altar with Adolfo to
save you. You should have left the
city ere this. They offered to sell
me your life, your freedom. Why did
you not go when you had the oppor-
tunity?'
My life, and my freedom, belonged
to me. You speak in parallels, Your
Majesty"
Now her blue eyes-a haunting fear
in their depthS-searched nv face.
"Oh, l am ashamed" she sobbed,
ashamed. | would save your life be-
cause you have offered so much. They
told me you were prisoner in the
dungeon, and were awaiting execu-
ton, and that L"
Your Majesty" said, helpless be-
fore her, Your Majesty | feel
very, very happy-and very humble"
1T was little enough for me to do,
for you had saved"
IF you do not love Adolfo, it was
too much for you to do"
Marriages in Spain, Senior, are not
arranged by those most Interested.
Our parents did this long ago. In the
three years that Colonel Fuentes has
spent in Venezuela vast changes have
come over him, and perhaps in myself
as we'll | do not feel so sure of my
self as did some lime ago."
Now, although | was sure this visit
of the Senorita Lamartina would be