The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1932-09-02
SYNOPSIS

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The Mexican poems, grown tired
of Pace Morales oppression. await
the word from eel Coyote" their
masked protector, to overthrow him.
Morales has enlisted the aid of the
u. S. Cavalry to capture the notori-
Gus bandit. Ted Radcliffe. young
American, learns that Morales was
responsible for his late fathers ruin.
Bob Hardness, Ted's friend. urges
him not to make an enemy of Mo-
rales. as he has other plans. Ted is
enamored of Mor-les' beautiful niece.
Adela. At a fiesta, Tito. Morales
ward, jealous of Ted, challenges him
to wrestling match. Ted wins, and
Adela, sensing Jito's hatred, exacts
a promise from Ted never to fight
with him. Morales informs Bob that
his men will join in the search for
eel Coyote" and that Tito has dedi-
Gated himself to kill the bandit.
Adela tells Ted he must not let his
lack of wealth keep him from love.
CHAPTER Xxx
The fragrance of her seemed very
near. and for a moment all life
seemed to wait breathless with ex-
pectancy. He took half-step for
ward, watching the white arm that
rose to her neck. and paused there.
His own hand covered hers. He
bent forward and his lips touched
her trembling hand. For a feeting
instant he felt the touch of swift.
light fingers in his hair. Abruptly
she swervcd away.
Silence for a time. At last he
asked in a voice not yet grown
steady: what would you think f
a pcnnilcss man like myself should
tell you that he loved your"
Adela turned with half-sigh from
the window. Il should think it very
exciting" she whispered.
That night for Radcliffe was like
a page torn from romance. The gar
den, illuminated with myriad tiny
lanterns, had been thrown open. and
since dusk the villagers streamed in
and out. dancing on the flagstones
to the music, laughing among the
shadows, feasting and drinking, a
constant flow of color and eager
gaiety. 1t was their day of happi-
ness, of rest from toll and from
life's implacable demands, and they
gave themselves intellectually to
the moment with its song and
laughter.
A few Yaqui Indians, tall and un-
bending, stood in their blankets,
watching the women dancing to the
soft music. while their own long
haired stolid squaws squatted at
cakes that Morales's servants Of
their feet. silently accepting the
fered them.
straight, clean limbed. untamed
fellows, these Yaqui." Don Bob was
saying. "These at least our host has
never brought under his thumb. Mo-
rales's reign ends with the foothills
and his domination goes no farther
than the docile, lowland people.
There is something in the mountains
that breeds freedom and impotence
with servitude. The slaves of the
world have always come from the
lowlands."
But Ted wasn't listening. Instead
he was watching Adela, who. in her
role of hostess to these strangely as
sorted guests. moved quietly among
them. giving the children little pres
ents. giving gracious words to all.
And always. as if she were some
thing more than mortal. the hats of
all the poems swept the dust before
her, and the women as she passed
reached out and reverently touched
the fringe of her Spanish shawl.
They followed her with their eyes,
smiled when she smiled, each eager
for a word or nod.
"How she is loved" Ted MUIR
INJURED.
Bob nodded. with good reason.
She loves them. If Ell Coyote only