Evening star., 1935-01-26

Some races" the Latin admitted.
seem to have a curious faculty for
reading the subconsciouS mind. The
Zingali. being thieves-the Anda-
lusians have an old proverb. Los
Gitanos son muy malos-Steal the
thoughts from your brain. Why per-
nit them?"
'Is that the answer?" Cynthia in
quired. Her eyes blazed at Holly.
accusing her of desire for fulfllment
of the gypsy's prophecy. Under
the older woman's hostility the girl
winched. Beneath i''e table Kim
reached for her han. Icy cold. it
clutched his own. How on, he Won
dered, could they get away? He wait
ed for Savedra to speak so that he
might, under cover of conversation,
urge Holly outward; but Sonora Sa-
vedra and Daniel Gaynor paused
back of them as the music ceased.
Did the old crone put the evil eye
on all of you?" Mardi Freer wanted
to know. Il saw her casting her spells
and so I stayed away"
"Poppycock," Gaynor grunted
What's poppycock?" Daisy Gay
nor came back, joyous at having been
spectacularly visible on the dance
floor with Dysart. "Oh. the fortune
telling! That waltz" she told Dysart,
was too. too divine"
Wasn't it? Perhaps they'll play
another"
You should have asked earlier, &"
Mardi Freer said, her narrow mouth
twisting. "The damsel with a dulci-
mer seems about to break into song.
What is she, anyway?"
"A Moor" Savedra said. Possibly
a descendant of one of the few who
remained in Granada. They are a
strange race" he told Holly turning
to her, Kim thought, in keen per-
ceptlon OF her uneaSineSS under Gym
thia's stare of contemptuous anger.
do you know anything of them?"
Il know the Moors of the Eastern
Shore" She gave him a grateful
glance for the line to shallower waters.
Some people think they're simply
colored folk, but my father says they
aren't Negro at all. There's one story
that boat was wrecked off Chinco-
league and these people came ashore.
Some OF the women are really beau
tiful."
so I've heard" Mardi said as the
dancers drifted back to their places
at the tables. Wasn't it for one of
them that distinguished statesman
was ready to call his world well lost?"
Il don't know" Holly said, lifting
to Shannon eyes that besought his
aid
The Moorish girl came down from
the platform. With the great room
plunged into darkness accented only
by the spotlight that followed her
slow movement, she seemed to be
gliding in moonlight through some
sad, sweet garden of Granada. She
was, Kim thought, more alien than
the harder gypsies, a single Towering
of strange plant. Even here in this
hothouSe exoticism she brought the
lure of more passionate lands. Med
iterranean country. The lemon groves
above Girgenti cenSering pungent in
cense to the Sicilian sunshine. The
fuchsiad yellow walls of Valetta
Algiers and bougainvillea. Lands OF
freedom, of beauty, of love. He'd take
Holly to them. In the darkness he
leaned close to her. "I love you," he
told her. She made no answer, but
her fingers frightened over his.
Above the strumming of the guitars
the Moor's voice, soft and unutterably
sad, lifted the monotoned cadence OF
Spanish ballad:
"Cuando 70 tranquila estaba
Sin Tener ningun carino,"
Not the words but the mood of the
song, wistful, seeking, expressed for
Kim his own sense of his destiny
Tranquil he might have been, and at
peace, but always he had felt the un-
satisfied yearning of the lover who
waits for the love that Is the meaning
of life. Even when he'd been a boy
back in Boston, he'd wanted beauty.
It had been that longing, as much as
his mothers ambition, that had led
him into diplomacy.
The loveliness of the world-how
he'd wanted 1t, how he'd thrilled to
it! Morning at Taormina, sunset over
the Acropolis, moonlight on the
Alhambra. Economically he'd planned