White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1931-11-19

It brought back to me remembrance
of all the mad things of that wild
New Orleans night. That voice had
a prison ship into paradise.
AS the days and nights went by /
listened for her footsteps on the after
deck; 1 pictured again and again the
exquisite face in its frame of dark
curls, the soft curve of her cheek, the
sweetly pointed chin, and I lost my
self in the Unreasonable depths of
eyes that could change to purple the
silver glory Of moonlight.
One night I heard her voice lifted
in an old French song that knew and
loved, and one that my mother used
to sing. F@ p
Francisco and Santini were out. ]
tried the door and found, to my great
surprise, that it was unsecured, for
they had been in the habit of locking
me in. l 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,
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 I had always imagined the
angels might produce.
A slim boy, Polite, 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 Ian
guage has it's 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 Polite was laughing now. "Adol-
TO-" he said in gentle raillery, console
thyself 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 on the deck. l
think the Americana must have had a
touch of the moon, which does amaz-
ing things to us. I 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; I want
ed to tell her that her image had filled
my dreams. had wild desire to
cast myself at her feet and to cry my
love aloud to the world, yet I knew
| that such an act Of insanity would
only add confirmation to Francisco's
charge of madness against me.
While 1 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
The taller one, Francisco, bowed, ant
Adolfo jerked his heavy body awk
wardly. When she spoke to francisco
and Santini there was an easy frank
| tn hnr al
had been in the habit of talking will
them often.
''That mysterious patient Of yours
Doctor Willard" she said, "has filled
me with consuming curiosity; is i
forbidden that I satisfy it?"
Santini laughed uneasily, and Fran
cisco answered her: ut has been or
dered, Senorita, that our patient b.
left in the strictest privacy. His PEG
pie in Caracas will hold us"
Now De Fuentes laughed, laughed
harshly, laughed long and loud, hug
guffaw that beat out over the quie
sea. Caracas he cried, show will
you two reach Caracas?'
All, huoIo, DIG odiu, WluL uO yo
mean; has the close confinement, an
the pain Of your wound-?"
"No," Adolfo yelled, "a hundre
noesv' He went off into anothe
paroxysm of unholy glee, in which
fervently hoped he might expire o
apoplexy, but he survived. "Docto
Willard" he jeered, doctor villar
indeed! He is Santini, the soldier
and Bolivar is going to lose patriot
And as for you, Francisco Perez, ther
will be a rope"
Francisco emitted shrill whistl,
and figures, running swiftly, emerge
from the gloom. l dashed toward tn
milling group, caught sight of Sal
TIM, with knife appraised, and threv
myself upon him. The evil blade cla
tered to the deck and the soldie
turned to face me. He rasped bite
oath, swinging his fists the whil
which crashed against the side of m
head and filled the heavens with shoe
ing stars. Before Santini could strik