The Daily Alaska empire., 1931-09-05
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 the knocks that come his way"
 They both turned, hearing Adrian
 go down the steps. Voices cam'
 from the pier.
 They've come" said Nelly. Now poor Theoneste, you shall hay. dinner
 The bulbul bush had blossomed Kirk sat beside it in the dark gar. den, thinking perhaps Juanits would come to him there He re. called how, on Adrians last visit she had come to him, how they had walked under the magnolias But she was not avoiding Adrian tonight. Kirk could see her through the windows, laughing with Adrian guitar on her knee. Her voice came to him, mingled with the perfume of the bulbul bush, with the glow of the moon just shouldering it's way above the trees.
 Kirk and Juanita had watched for the moon from the Isle of Ca- price. They had forgotten how late it would be tonight. How close she had come to him then. Words were not needed. Then the marquesa had come running, waving her gains, crashed a stone into their pool of silence
 Look" the marquesa had cried Now we will go home" She had sat with them on their trip back and prattled of her luck, of how hungry she was. Kirk and Juanita had both been very still, and now since dinner Juanita had seemed farther away than ever. Now it was Kirk she was avoiding, singing to Adrian.
 Kirk knew what the Spanish words meant. It was the song she had taught him the night before.
 Adrian was listening with all his gift of passionate intensity, as if the song were a declaration of Juanita's love. Madame Fouche sat watching them, flaming with what looked to Kirk like disap- proval Nelly, he knew, was in the sun parlor, the marquesa prob ably beside her.
 There was another song Kirk wanted her to teach him. She had sung it's sobbing melody with such fire and pathos that he had loved 1t best of all. Kirk hoped she would not sing those words tonight, even in Spanish.
 Kirk started. She was singing them.
 Not because l sing
 Is my heart joyful.
 But like the swan, in dying,
 I sing, I love you"
 Kirk could not watch her singing that song, Adrian beside her He walked deeper into the garden.
 Madame Fouche in the house, wished to talk with the marquesa. The marquesa was coming to sit with her presently. but first she must telephone the Hotel Tijon in New Orleans. She had broken her lorgnettes, she explained, and they must send the other pair.
 Madame liked the marquesa. The marquesa had appreciated her old silver and solid gold punch bowl which Monsieur Fouche had bought after a coupe in the mar ket when Adrian was born. Madame could see that the marquesa had been touched by the inscription on the bowl which was that of an enthusiastic father. The marquesa had also admired Madame Pouches pearls. Many women were jealous of Madame's pearls. but not the marouesa.
 Madame felt that so sympathetic a lady would appreciate her mater nal solicitude for Adrian. Madame would draw the marquesa on the subject of Juanita's prospective hus- band. Nelly might have misunder- stood the marquesa's statements. or might have exaggerated them to get Adrian out of the way.
 Madame adroitly opened |, con- from another angle.
 Nelly is very careless" said Madame in French, when the mar quesa had finished telephoning, and they were slipping their coffee to- gether.
 "Careless?" repeated the mar quesa.
 Tn every way" asserted Ma dame. Not only does she leave her jewelry, which she affects to love. lying all around but"
 Surely you are wrong Madame l have not seen"