The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-08-31

counts with Paco Morales. He is
one of the worlds realists. That's
why / wish you hadn't rolled Tito
in the road. 1t hurt him in the eyes
of his men. 1t hurt the prestige of
Morales"
Bob, you don't for a single mo-
ment mean tina: these people are
dangerous, do you? 1t seems so un-
believable that this suave, courtly
old fellow could ever think in terms
of murder. You don't mean that,
do your"
II mean, Ted, you're in Mexico.
You are in the borderland, where
Morales is the law. There are too
many signs of bad omen. For one
thing, l think you're growing fond
of Adela, and that won't be particu-
larly appetizing to either Jito or
Morales"
"Not even when they realize that
a penniless man could hardly be in
sane enough to fall in love with one
of the richest girls in Mexico"
THAT might make them feel bet
ter, but it wouldn't make bit of
difference to Adela."
God bless her for that. And for
your own peace of mind, I'll ask no
one to share my home and fortune
until l first acquire home and for
tune"
Morales and Tito will both COM
mend your resolution, old son. In the
meantime, dash into those clothes.
It's half-past cocktail hour, and that
is one of the sacred institutions
here"
But it was Ted who finished first
Running down the heavily carpeted
stairs he came upon Adela standing
by the tall western window, beyond
which the last yellow streaks of SUM-
light were turning to purple and
violet. He stopped. held GREATNESS
for moment by the picture. For
Adela, perhaps to please her uncle.
had come down to dinner dressed in
the fashion of the women of Spain.
The gown itself was of shimmering
black. Her hair, that shattered the
fading sunlight into a thousand
flames, was surmounted by great
amber comb, edged in jade. From
her shoulders fell in soft folds a
fringed Spanish shawl, pure white
a lustrous silky white-and embroid-
cred on it a single red rose, about
which clusters of silken leaves
matched the jade of the comb. She
stood there, tall and slender, look
ing out over the darkening desert,
dimming, it seemed to him, even the
sunlight with her loneliness. Once
his lips parted to speak. but closed
again.
She smiled up at him. "What were
you thinking?"
He answered slowly. II was think
ing you're the most beautiful thing
in the world"
Her eyes made him feel sudden
ly awkward and impatient at his
own clumsiness.
"You learn Spanish ways very
quickly, Ted Radcliffe"
He shook his head. "No, that
wasn't Spanish. Its simply what
was thinking-on my honor. If
offended, I'm sorry, but I meant it
quite sincerely. / meant just that
that to me, standing there as you
are now-I have never seen anyone
SO beautiful"
She laughed into his eyes. "And
by way of apology you repeat it four
times. No, I am not offended. Per-
haps I'm pleased. Every girl is
whether she believes it OF not. Only
it sounds 50 terribly easy to say
that sort OF thing, and don't like
you to be too ready at saying nice
things, even to me-" She looked to-
ward the stairs. "What do you think,
Don Bob?"
! He came slowly toward them.
Gust now ! think you're a very
beautiful little LADY," he announced
gravely.
! That's downright plagiarism. /"
objected Radcliffe. II said it first"
i A moment later Morales and Tito