The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1936-01-29

| He drew her to him, slim girl IN
tropical white with honey-colored
hair. Step on the gas and catch the
lights as you go by.
ICORRIGAN and Willett sat at a
IAtable in the Santini bar the next
morning.
You're a sap" said Corrigan.
Sure. she's swell girl. but what do
you want to tie yourself up for?
And what's she going to do here
alone? You can't take her up the
river"
81 know it. can't take her with
me or leave her alone here. That's
why we're getting married this
morning. Married women have a
status. I'll find her a house and staff
it with a couple of good servants to
take care of her. I've already seen
Drake and he told me about a reli-
able married couple. The mans sort
Of old, but he's strong and it'll be a
good thing to have him around. The
woman is fat old Chalk. but she's
kind and she'll be company for AL.
laire. God, If anything happens to
her, Corrigan, I'll never forgive my
SELF"
"Nothing's going to happen to her.
She's got CUTS. that gal, but"
Eyes. know" said Terry crisply.
"She's picked funny one to tie to:
l told her that" p
"And it makes no never mind.
huh? Well. l wish you luck. fella.
And now what?"
"You go on up to the camp. The
Chaikis will be following soon and
I'll be up there in three or four days.
Got to see that she'll be all right
while I'm gone"
He looked at his wrist watch.
"Come on, Bucky. Here's where
you get closer to padre than you've
ever been before in your Iife."
They met Allaire at the consulate.
She had on a white sports coat and
looked as though she was just about
to start off for Meadowbrook.
I'm terribly sorry, Terry" she
said. 81 left home so hurriedly
couldn't improve on m. trousseau."
Willett's civilized effects being
stored up the river in his camp. he
had to wear the same clothes in
which he'd come down, but he'd bor-
rowed a necktie to lend some dignity
to his costume.
"You look wonderful" he said
deeply.
Allaire flushed in spite of herself;
she'd hoped he would say that
They took a carriage to the church.
Corrigan, Drake, and the American
Consul followed in another one.
They rolled through the streets of
Propionoire with the bars opening
on the sidewalks. dark-skinned men
in white ducks drinking their syrupy
coffee in the dim, cool interiors. and
walters carrying trays Of splitting
beer and shot glasses. Willett took
the girls hand.
"1t's not too late, Allaire," he said
in low voice. This isn't the kind Of
thing you ought to have had"
Love me. Terry?"
1t was the answer, the answer she
had to everything. To her it was
enough.
And so they drew up before little
white stone church with age-old bel
fry. The padre was waiting on the
steps. There was something in his
face that made her think of Doctor
Ross back in Carteret, something
mellow and serene-the face Of a
man who'd seen a lot of the world go
by and become philosophical and toll
Grant of those who made up that
world.
Journeys Beginning.
iTERRY found her a house, a small
house of stucco set back from a
well-traveled road, but not too Var
back. 1t was on high ground and
from the little verandah she could
see the harbor, and the roofs Of the
city that ganged up near the water.
front. - -
There were iron bars on the win
dows of the lower floor which rather
dismayed her at first. Allaire's idea
Of home most certainly did not in.
clude iron bars on windows. But
Wiliett had been around and he
knew d great deal about starving
sneak thieves who formed STABLE
part of the population.
Eugenio and Rosa, the two ser.
wants. were pleasant, kindly Chaikis,
Eugenio. stopped and white-haired
and very thin. was startling con
trast to his fat wife.
On that first night in her house
she stood with Terry on the veran
dab and looked out over the pano
rama she had adopted. Discernible
were the riding lights of the freight
ers in the harbor. and the straight
lines of lights below that marked
the outlines of the streets. In some
places they were very few and fan
between and barely distinguishable
the alleys of Propionoire.
fcopyri0ht, 1885. By Davtd GGrthJ