The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-08-26

Slowly they bumped along the
narrow road over the mesa's edge.
This house is yours, sehores. burn
it il you will" Morales's white SOM
brero touched the ground. The Amer
leans bowed in response to the old
Spanish phrase Of welcome. In won.
dering surprise Ted looked about
him. II was, as Bob had said, 4
place Of surprising loveliness-a few
acres Of paradise in the heart of the
great desert.
Before them lowered a black iron
gate, and beyond it the shadows of
tall trees touched the yellow walls
and the red-tiled roof of the old
hacienda. It rambled, with low caves
and jutting wings that may have
been added as successive generations
of its masters grew in wealth and i'm.
portance. Beyond were 4 dozen
smaller buildings. each one model
of the same artistry. all grouped
under the high protecting wall that
seemed to fix SO firm line between
this shaded fragrant spot and the
blazing desert outside.
Morales watched Ted's eyes. "You
like it. nor"
ITS beautiful. You've created 4
fairyland."
Again the Spaniard bowed. ."You
are most kind. You may forgive,
then. our shortcomings. if out here
we lack some of the comforts that to
you Of the East have become neces.
sitiess"
Ted looked up at the vim. covered
walls and the immaculate gardens.
1T seems like some painting from
an old story. I feel as If I had
stepped back a couple of centuries"
Morales smiled in delight. "You
feel thats l am glad. 1t is what !
should most like Ito preserve q
world out here as our grandfathers
knew it. try to keep the present
at bay. The PRESENT. is 50 .unin.
teresting, so unlovely. no? You see.
even for my servants / insist on the
old costume Of the country" His
hand indicated the peon girl who
passed them in a blouse of gay COL
ors. strings Of spangles about her
neck and ankles. II also" he said
with a meaning smile. retain an.
other old custom-and he nodded to
a small one.room building with
barred windows and heavily grated
door. MY private prison." he add
cd. But come in. A glass Of Span.
ish wine will take the taste Of alkali
from your throats."
Up the long. Aower.bordered path
he led them. through an oak.hewta
door. and into the fragrant. obscurity
Of the house. Beyond the tiled floor
extended broad patio, and in ito
center the waters Of fountain fell,
cool and silvery. Palms and rare
plants were growing within this rest.
full place, where there seemed to be
no sound but the soft falling Of water
and the lazy chipping Of two bril-.
liantly colored birds.
From behind > high wicker chair
thin column of cigarette smoke
curled upward. Helplessly Morale.
shrugged.
THAT is one modern motif / have
not succeeded In banishins. She will
smoke. no matter what I do. You,
generation. Sehor Radcliffe is . very
ruthless one"
From behind the chair . iansuit
voice reached them. "You woult
come In the siesta hour. both Of you
and all morning ! tried to look m,
prettiest. Now you burst In at tn,
time when girls noses are SHINES,
and hair mussiest Come over here
Sefor Radcliffe. and tell me VIII,
you've kept US waiting for Ions
hours"
Radcliffe found himself iookins
into her smiling eyes. THAT nose
he announced solemnly. has never
been shiny in all its ,mpudent liie.'
| She held on. he, hand and laughed