White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1931-12-03


her youth was the belle of Vieux
Carre."
He leaned the gun against his Shout
der. Morse and French such
a combination ought to make you fight
and love-like the devil!"
II fear I have had my share Of
fighting" I admitted "but as for
love- sighed because I visualized
the glorious Lamartina.
IF you have come to Venezuela to
fight, the ranks Of Simon Bolivar are
open to you, and can promise you
francisco Perez intimated much
the same thing
There was studied calculation in his
survey of me. "You know Francisco
Perez?"
II have come from New Orleans with
him on the Santa Lucrecia."
He twisted a finger in his ear.
"Balmy," he said,"a touch Of the sum-"
He looked at me with professional
sympathy. "Did you say the Santa
Lucrecia?"
Exactly; would I not know the
name Of the ship that brought me
from New Orleans?'
"Oh, sure" He laughed. "Only,
the Santa Lucrecia has not been
sighted. When it is I shall hear
whistle from the east, and when l
hear it 1 shall face west and whistle,
| and another man a kilometer from here
will %h1 c,;r o1o AZ,
Puerto Cabello road other sentinels
| will signal to one another, and on the
Valencia road, and the road to BARGE
Iona, and roads to Calabozo and Ocu-
mare. A man stationed upon the
heights will sight it as it enters the
Of Caracas, and in five minutes every
follower Of Bolivar within fifty miles
shall know it, and soldiers will spring
| up like spirits out Of the earth, for
the Santa Lucrecia brings a cargo of
arms and knives and ammunition suffi-
cient for an army. And then we will
take"
eff the men of Bolivar can whistle
the Santa Lucrecia into the harbor Of
La Guaira my freckled patriot, or
into any other port except that dread
full port of missing men, they may
take the prize as the champion
whistlers Of the ages, for, only two
nights and day ago the deck of that
unfortunate ship was the scene Of mu-
tiny, and a tropical storm came up
and washed the palm Of victory upon
a reef AS fell into the water saw
them working with the lifeboats. A
friendly spar, and the wind and waves,
carried me on to the land.'
He stood, long in thought. "Then
Francisco and the cargo"
He stopped, alert, for the road gave
out the sounds Of approaching horse
men. pushed my way quickly through
the hedge and crouched beside him as
the cavalcade came into view.
Adolfo led the van He rode In
!! silence, his heavy features exhibiting
lines of grimness. The Senorita rode
beside him. A mules length behind
them rode Polito, voluminous band
age around his head, eyes appraised to
fleecy, MISUNDERSTANDING clouds, and
upon his lips a softly whistled tune.
There was something about the boy
that made one love him. Two other
women, and two men-doubtless sur
vivors of the wreck-trailed along,
| and score of soldiers brought up the
| rear.
Now my eyes went back to the
Senorita who had come out of the
storm and into my arms. I drank
deeply Of the beauty of her, exulted
in my dreams, and gasped at my
recollections. A wild exhilaration
seized me, and 1 came up slowly, to
| find myself shoulder to shoulder with
! the "Irishman from London" whose
! eyes were cleaning, whose breath was
| kissing through his teeth, and whose
gun was rising carefully to bear upon
De Fuentes. "No," whispered, mo ~
I grabbed him and, as we contended
grimly and in silence for possession
| Of the weapon, the cavalcade passed
on. Then loosed him and waited.
"What powerful brute you arer
And then, "Dizzard," he gasped, ''you
poor doodle! That man is De Fuentes,
aide of Morales, and greater butcher
by far than the infamous Butcher
himself"
| "You might have missed him."
said, land killed the lady,"
ooh, the lady? Humph."
eyes, the lady. Besides, Adolfo be-
longs to me-"
He found his sombrero and pulled
it down over tumbled red hair $50
Adolfo belongs to you &. My eye|
he cried. ''Yet De Fuentes went to
Spain to get bride-and I can say
this much for him: He has surely
| picked the fairest flower in the Span
ish garden!"
cts a long way from Spain to the
cathedral" said.
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