The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-08

instance. He gave me something to
think about" And for a space of
many minutes Don Bob smoked, his
eyes fixed in thought. At last he
shook his head.
+. Morales must be worried. It is as
if he. too. felt the breaking up of
things. This kingdom of fear that
he has built can't 60 on always.
There are mutterings. That Yaqui
bluffed his way to freedom. Morales
didn't dare hold him. The poems
themselves aren't taking things ly-
ing down as they once did. And be-
hind all this is the shadow of Ell
Coyote. No. / think Senior Morales
has many things to think of this
night Thoughts that will be unwel-
come bedfellows for the Spaniard."
But Ted was gazing out toward
the desert, and a little smile was
playing about his mouth. When he
looked up it was obvious he hadn't
heard a word of Don Bob's solilo-
guy. for he murmured: "You should
have seen her. She was magnificent. "
my son." answered Don Bob sor-
rowfully. "when they reach your
stage, hope, if any. lies in a good
nights rest"
And slipping his arm through
Ted's he led him up the stairs.
Twice in the night Ted awoke to
hear rain pattering on the tile roof,
but the sunrise was cloudless. Adela
waited for him in the patio, and in
her face lay no sign of the nights
happening. but as they passed down
the walk to where the horses stood
she looked silently up toward the
mesa. High up on its edge, touched
with the suns first rays, glittered
the Cross of the Conquerors. Lips
slightly parted, she gazed up in =
kind Of silent communion-then
turned toward the man.
"The legend of the Cross may yet
be answered." she said slowly. "and
the peon find his liberator. thought
so for moment last night"
She mounted and led the way
down the long drive.
"The first morning of creation
must have been like this" Ted told
her, as they rode through the gate
and out toward the desert. Every
thing washed and busted. Those
mountains look as if they were only
q few miles away"
They're about thirty. We're go.
ing halfway to them. to the Spring
of the Saints. There we'll try to eat
all the food in our saddlebags and
come back through the sunset. A
whole day devoted to your lordship.
I'm being very nice to you. Ted Rad.
cliffe, for no reason at ALL"
"You're being quite perfect to me
I'm wondering if it isn't because you
pity me for-whats happened" he
said.
Leaning forward she fondled the
soft ears of her horse.
tive not felt the least twinge Of
pity. Why should l. when the future
is all ahead of you and you have q
mind and = body to do what YOU
wants Besides, you have something
never had-the memory of father
Mine died when l was too young t.
semember-I only know he was bic
and handsome and had . wild Latir
temper. And know he loved my
mother very greatly. So don't give
me credit for too much charity
These people Of mine. they hav.
need of all the charity ! possess"
" love the way you call them YOU
people,"
They are my people. Don't for
get my mother had Mexican bloot
in her veins - well - Irish. AND
she loved this country and these PEG
pie just ~ do. She taught me theil
legends and their songs. So am ,
creature of this desert country
After q long moment she added, 81
wish could make il . country o
happiness instead of tears"
"You mean"
j "What you saw last night. Tha
sort Of thing. There is = curse o
cruelty on the lords of this land
They love cruelty for its own sake
Even my uncle. With me and Jits
he is, the. .sentlest of men low