The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1941-01-25

musical comedy, for behind this
quaint figure in knee breaches
and embroidered velvet bolero,
were score of others in costume.
Out of the car she stopped be-
fore them. "Good-morning," she
offered. tI am Constance Ca
brillo."
Sudden tears came to her eyes.
These foolish people were kneel-
ing before her and their dark
eyes were lifted to hers in some
strange message. ~ "a
"Please,p she begged, enbar-
raised. Now tell me which is
Juliano?"
"Senorita," the old man stepped
forward, "you remembered"
They gathered about Constance
as Juliano recalled them to her
memory with little things she only
half remembered. Dolores, of the
night of bad dreams"
Dolores gigg1ed, and Constance
with her. That was the night fol-
lowing a fiesta when she had not
only eaten too much, but had
stolen a ride on her fathers horse
and been thrown. Dolores had
tried to quiet the nightmares that
followed.
"And Fransiea, who makes Of
shells the toys?"
81 still have them," Constance
told. the little brown man.
They're in a glass case in my
room. The little nussel man and
woman; the birds and butterflies
of clam shells and the tiny vii
lage in the abalone SHE'LL"
There were rnurmurs of awe,
then a rashing babble of Spanish
and she was moved towards the
house.
Dolores took her to her room;
the very room she had occupied
as a child. Not a thing had
changed The walls were, freshly
white, the Grapes of ,damask, as
rich and brightly blue as though
no years had passed. There was
fresh fruit in carved bowl by
her bedside; flowers in pottery
vases on painted tables.
II could almost believe you
were expecting me-" Constance
said to Dolores who giggled again.
Nov ask Juliano if Mr.. Taylor
will see me at once"
Mr.. Taylor could be seen, but
/. :. and Juliano shrugged his
shoulders expressively.
r. 7. Taylor
THE managers house was on
Il the hill above the ranch house.
One could 60 by the road, or cut
through the lower grounds. Con-
stance preferred the short cut. It
took her through the patio, a
sheltered place with Jars of
blooming flowers and a center
fountain of covered tile around
which were grouped deep basket
chairs.
Again Constance felt the place
had an air of expectancy, and
wondered If these servants so
longed for the return of the Ca
brillos that they kept it ever
ready.
A grilled gate opened off the
patio and here, through a cavern
of willow boughs, she crossed to
the lower stables where the
mounts of the household had once
been kept, and around these to a
foptpath which led upwards.
Everywhere was evidence of
care. She remarked this to Juli-
ano.
Isl, excellenta, Sefiorita Con-
chita," he assured her gravely.
'Thees Taylors they are the best
we have had at Cabrillo. 1t is OF
Americana efficiency
they should wish to change"
Constance pondered over this a
moment, then forgot as she saw
the managers house ahead, a
FL Cabrillo, one end OF
the patio glassed TO give view
of the sea. visible above the trees
which sheltered the main house
below.
A stout woman appeared--Meg,
the housekeeper-to eye Con-
stance with belhgerent suspicion.
Constance smiled at her with
Michael Mahoney's eyes as Juli-
ano. who hadn't once donned his
hat, put 1t on the better to sweep
IL from his head and bow low over
1t as he announced: s---, THE
Seforita Conchita Cabrillo,5 Ill
"Humph," grunted the woman,
bit her grimness had relaxed.
Come in, pet. he's waitin' for yer
and worse temper man, never
had. It's knitting, that Leg of his.
and pricking him for livery sin he's
ever committed. so he's, in bad
pain" 'l
They walked across the patio to
a room. and surprisingly Meg
leaned down to whisper: stalk
right up TO him." then threw open
the door and with a fine imitation
of 'Juliano announced in her rich
btogue:-"Sehorita Conchita Ca
brillo."
1t was too much for Constance.
She went in to p. r. Taylor,
laughing. She couldn't even de-
spise. the man as she'd planned.
Besides, he was a pathetic figure,
great hulk of man with one
swathed leg swinging in the air,
a great shock of white hair on a
pillow, and a pair of rebellious
gray eyes.
Sorry | can't get ir." he apollo
gized. doc put on a bulldogging
contest and hog-tiel me to that
COMPOUNDED derrick"
Constance sat down beside him.
aware OF his keen scrutiny.
so you're one OF the CahrilloS."
"One OF the seeds" agreed Con-
stance. and explained. "A va
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