Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1934-06-13

approach anyone win that In sight.
Well, care for the pretty thing, Car
lotta. until 81 Captain returns
Wen all know more Them
And with a look at Sonya from
under his level black brows he
bowed and left the house.
IF thee Senorita weel come
weeth me-" the woman said in pain
full English. "You would eat?
DRINK Some wine before you sleep.
mebby?"
mo. thank you." said Sonya.
She stood %hesitantly. her hands
clasped before her. She had no pos.
sessions to pick up. She had lost
her hat the first moment in the
plane. And she realized suddenly
that she was weary to the bone.
Whatever was to happen to her,
she would not help matters any by
| giving way to fear and worry.
Il would sleep. sonora" she said.
Il am very tired"
The woman went to a table of
dark polished wood and picked up
a candle burning steadily In a sill.
e c%andlestick. Sonya followed her
guide down q dark passage between
thick whitewashed adobe walls and
into a spacious high-ceiled room.
Here the woman left her. and
soon returned with a pitcher of
cold water and a silver cup.
She asked again If the senorita
desired anything more, and finally
departed. Sonya was dlsmayed to
hear the unmistakable falling of a
bar across the heavy door. Slowly
she undressed herself. blew out
the candle. But a thought came to
her suddenly. and she went softly
to the one window in the deep
walls. 1t was closely barred with
iron and set hard in the old adobe
and on a little stone-tlagged yard
below, the two women we're Just
seating themselves IN low chairs.
They yer soft of manner, gentle
seeming, and they carried fans In
the hot moonlight.
She was to be cared for--to the
very letter of the law laid down
by Manuel.
II am on Thy lap, 0 Lord" the
girl said inaudibly. "Thy win be
DONE Then she laid her tired body
on the bed and went to sleep.
Late morning walked her. or per.
haps 1t was the sound of the bar
being slid from Its slot outside the
door. She opened her eyes to see
the senor with q little wooden tray
on which we're coffee steaming In
a tiny pot, luscious fruit. eggs In
a cup, and bread made Of some dark
-four.
The woman smiled at her with
a crinkling of all her brown face,
and Sonya smiled back.
"Good morning. senora." she said
in English. II thank you for these
things"
Good morning. senorita." the
woman answered. Il 'ope you sleep
veree fine"
"Yes, | did," said Sonya, getting
out Of the bed in her plain under.
garments. which she had been
forced to use as nightwear, land |
would eat"
She washed her hands and face
In the ancient bowl where the
sonora had poured the water from
the pitcher, dried on the towel she
gave her from her arm. Then she
dressed. a down by the table near
the iron-barred window. and fell
to with a win. She was young
and very hungry, and the excellent
food put heart in her for what the
day might bring.
It brought only the sonora again
to take the things away. and the
hours dragged on leaden feet. She
sat by the window looking out
across the stone-lagged yard at the
tall trees of the grove through
which she had come the night be.
fore.
And the day drowsed itself away.
Try as she would, her moiling brain
would not relax. Thoughts raced
through 1t, one on the heels of
the other.
What had happened to Starr
Stone? Where vas he? What
would 81 Captain do with him?
With her? SO it was opium which
Parks had dropped at her feet In
the heavy brass container-and she,
having seen it. was a menace to
them all. And El Diablo took few
chances with those who knew too
much. He-cruciied them. There
was no mercy In that wild dark face
of his. A woman who knew too
much was just a source of danger
to himself, nothing more.
Parks-the bland owner of a sim.
pie store at a lost little station
ON the cross-continent railroad.
Parks-who could so easily send
small fat cans of c~ontraband to
New York city in crates of innocent
western produce; lettuce. say, from
the Imperial valley. or even bales
Of hides. She knew now why she
had always disliked him, why she