The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-13

I "Jito!" Adela's voice had taken on
a quality that made even the mad
dencd Mexican draw back. With her
quirt she pointed out across the
desert. This very moment you will
turn your horse and go back to the
hacienda. Tell my uncle we are
coming. You are going to say no
word either to Seiior Radcliffe or to
me. If you do, I swear by Our Lady
that from now on you will be moth
ing more to me than one of your
vaqueros. For me you will not ex-
ist. Now go. before forget we are
friends"
Sullcnly Tito looked into her eyes.
Once he started to dismount. Once
he half turned toward the man who
sat his horse SO quietly. Again he
looked fully i:to the girls face. No
installing the message there.
"Su servidor." he murmured, and
drove the spurs into his horse.
Ted saw that her hand trembled a
little as again she took up the reins
and tried to smile.
"It's just a little wearing to be
surrounded by men all ones life and
by mems standards" Her voice had
gone suddenly weary. "Your sex is
not very clever or very subtle. For
we have spent night on the desert.
you and I. Civilized people would
laugh at our dilemma and forget, but
Tito and my uncle, they will never
forget. They will never trust. 1t will
either be plot of yours to seduce
me, or a deliberate insult to tradi-
tion." In sudden impotence she
struck the mare and galloped for
ward.
Il want to get this over with" she
called back to him, and led the way
out over the desert. Ted urged the
Indian pony after her. The pace
increased. He wiped the moisture
from his forehead. How that girl
could ride! Sitting lightly in the
saddle she followed every motion of
he mare as she galloped and swerved
among the cactus, her long slender
legs clasping the animals sides. Once
the mare stumbled, but Adela only
laughed and urged her to greater
speed. who cares for uncles?" she
called back, in that sudden discon-
certing leap of hers from sadness to
gaiety. Ted smiled grimly.
IF Morales pounccs on her too
abruptly. he'll probably learn a lot
in short space of time." thought
Radcliffe.
At the end of an hour they were
cantering between the great iron
gates and up the stone drive to the
hacienda. Two poems ran out to take
the horses, and as Ted dismounted
he moved his legs with little GRIM
ace.
This bedding out among desert
sands might become wearisome in
time"
AS he reached up to lift Adela to
the ground, they both caught sight
of Don Bob looking amusedly down
from the balcony. For some reason
Bob seemed vastly pleased. Elab-
orately ignoring them, he directed
his remarks to the horses.
"One difficulty with the younger
generation" he told the inattentive
horses. "or perhaps I should say still
another difficulty is that they always
confirm your worst suspicious"
THE worst suspicious of an old
hardened sinner like you must be
pretty black" Ted countered.
"Oh they're beyond polite express
sion. All night had hoped this
poverty-stricken youth would have
sense enough to elope with the
wealthiest girl in Mexico, and here
he comes gravely back. | suppose
he will tell us he was lost"
1--WE WERE"
From his perch above. Don Bob
nodded sadly. "They always are.
Always. One would think that as
each generation comes of age it
would think of something new. But
they don't. It's always we were
lost" He sighed.
Adela pulled off her riding hat and
whipped the dust from about her
shoulders.