The Eldorado Courier (Eldorado, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 47, Ed. 1 Friday, June 25, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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Th* day on which Irta cam* to
^•dro'a studio for her s*cond po** vaa
sot that which bad bean appointed,
but on# nearly a w*ek later. During
tba Intervening period the young
painter bad remained locked to tba
atadlo aa loo* aa daylight lasted,
emerging only at debt, to compaay
wltb Leigh
Padro bad given bar no asplaootlon
for putting bar off. simply sending
word that bo could not hare bar at
preeent. but would get some work
dona on tbo background of tba por-
trait.
Irta bad telephoned several fuMle in-
rftatlona. and at last, catching Pedro
oo tbo wire, bad arranged for a an-
ting. At tbo bour appointed, abo
mounted tbe stairs slowly, with fast-
booting heart, starting and trembling
at avery sound within tbo ancient
building.
She reached tbe door unchallenged,
ond rapped upon it.
"Lady! Most gracious Madonna!
ho eried In greeting. "See, here Is tbe
bine robe—quick, quick! I am all im-
patience to begin. Do you know the
good tidings* Of tbe rldiculoualy au-
daeious thing I am going to do? Ex-
hibit my pictures! Yea, me. Pedro!
Hal ha! I am not unknown, it seems!
Head tbe newspapers. I am Pedro, tbe
great Spanish artist! I do not knov
how to paint, but It matters not; they
will say 'an impressionist—Matisse
outdone!' Ah! ha! your portrait will
bo tbe chief gem of tbe display, in
two weeks comes tbe exhibition, so I
must finish it soon, soon!"
During tba first part of tbe pose, bo,
contrary to his usual habit, talked rap-
Idly.
"It will be a lovely exhibition!" said
he, "there will be Leigh's stuff—beau-
tiful marbles, rich in form, and with
such textures and blgh lights. You
know! And tbo virginal white bas-re-
liefs—tbo Joyous one of tbe ladles
dancing. And around the walla, be-
tween these things will hang many
gorgeous paintings by that great Span-
lab painter—myself."
Irla could not but laugh wltb him.
"And of all tbeao fine pictures," ho
oootinned, "tbo most lovely will be a
Madonna with hair that la rod-gold,
like Joy!"
r Than there was silence and be
worked fiercely, cruelly, for, as usual,
ho forgot tbe rests, and It grow late
before either spoke.
At last, exhausted by the long pose,
by his Indifference, by her own emo-
tions, she could bear It no longer, but
holding out her arms toward him, she
swayed slightly, and aald his name in
a broken voice.
"Pedro!"
Then he saw how white and drawn
bar face had become, and with a little
cry be dropped hie palette ond sprang
to her side.
"Madonna!" be said, "forgive me!
Come down! So! Let me help you.
Lie hero upon this couch. Ob, I aa
creel and tboogbtlees!"
Whim paring o little, she clone to bis
ana. baryta* her face io tbe erotch of
bio elbow, fnodi lax bis hand.
-Pedro. Pedro, I aa oo tired!" abo
"I know! A little aborry!" bo as-
•A Mte of taocbeoo! Too
um u ih»e*ni lor «b»
Hill
w«U oakou eeod*# ibal lb* loner bod
boa* dftao if drape" it b*r»
aba did abo a*iu core for iba ofoeel
peioi**f Kb* aaldMO ***** of
oad thai orgrad e«U for HUlO MM
Aad »aa« bad »er«*d ibaoa loo? *uoa
aiily. etlly (»an*l. bo ogoio oarared
biOMi! live a*U latrbod (bay
••re. boo edotfrebly auiud to eotb
oth«r' Hut bow obool tbo girls am-
lud* toward bia>**lf ■ ? A *obUa
•mil* crept to lb* cora*ra of bio mouth
at tba thought. aod be baauly 100b bia
*y*e from bar face, looking intently ai
tba glowing eigorolto between bla do
gera to*trad
-What u tbo BMttarr aba aabed
"A a*cund ago you were merry Now
yoo look qul*(. wlss dsngerous? How
you cbooga!"
-Dangeroua! Par from It!" be as
claimed, pushing back bia chair, "that
la. unless you call overwhelming curl-
osity dangeroua Personally I think
It leas dangeroua than a lack of curl-
oaity; to the individual, at least.
"And what makea you curious?" aba
aaked.
Then Pedro, who did not know bow
to lead gently up to any subject,
plunged in.
"Were you engaged to Hill?" be
aaked abruptly.
Without answering, she arose and
walked away to the window, where ahe
stood for several moments before re-
plying. her back turned.
"Yes." she said at laat.
"And do you atlll care for him?"
To her own Intense surprise she
found that she could not reply at once.
"I beg your pardon. Madonna," aald
Pedro eoftly.
"Ob, you don't understand!" she
cried wildly, throwing out her bands
"1 don't care. 1 hate—oh! why did you
ask me?"
"I think I do understand," he said
very distinctly, looking straight at her.
A wave of crimson flooded her
cheeka. What did he mean? Unable
to face him longer, she burled her face
in her hands. He came toward her
and stood where be could have touched
her.
"Sam Hill is a great soul," said he
softly. "He ie generous and good. He
Is talented, he Is . . ."
"He is nothing to me!" she gasped,
looking up.
"He is my friend," finished Pedro
firmly.
She flung her arms wide, and turned
to him with an appealing gesture, her
face revealing an emotion she made
no attempt to conceal, nor he to
Ignore.
"Pedro!" ahe began passionately,
"you wiU think me mad for saying it.
but ah! I cannot help It—you make
me! Pedro, I love . . ."
There was a crash aa his liquor
glaaa fell to the floor.
"Huah!" said he.
"What ia It?" she asked, for the mo-
ment atartled Into normality.
"Nothing!" said he, "only you are
not to flnlah your sentence. Never
mind the glass, it was done intention-
ally. Let us talk of other things."
'But. Pedro," ahe aald byaterically,
*T cannot! I am poaaeaaed! How can
you be ao cruel?"
"Please, please!" be begged her.
'Madonna, I am abject; 1 am In tor-
ture! Have pity!"
"It la akin to pity." ahe replied.
Pedro walked to tbe hearth and
atooped to mend the lire. Then he
atralghtened up and spoke.
"Impossible!" ho said quietly. "Ut-
terly Impossible."
And she, watching him Intently,
knew he bad believed her, although he
preaented this denial. She felt, too,
t*i>t her pause woo nearly bopeleaa.
"You do not cora, then," ahe aald In
o low voice.
"Madonna Lady." be aald sadly. "1
ire for you a great deal, but not aa
HUI does; not aa o man should. to be
your lover. Yoo cbarsn mo beyood
worda; yoo ore lovely oa a dream, aad
If I could lora any woouua. It would
bo yoo bot yoo ore not for oa"
-Why ootr she aaked sharply, ba-
lm oo* terete* |W ofw* oeor 10
bor atfad ««* npUu tod
realty M cor« M bor* Hardly» til
Ho bad
foOooed bar fftxo lb* raeeiry* Hod
bo oat Uw4 u» palei bar. aod peM
bor sorb aoapliOMOis a* no ooo »«d
bad dooe* Thai at*M *1 iba MUU
*aaa cook barb vltb • raab of OMno
on Ab! be bad rarely rarod lb**'
Wbal bod ai no* oororrad lo tb*a*e
fcMooel Hill! Tbol aa* ««' It*
bad l*era*d of b*r former atio*b*»rai.
aod moaot at oil eoela to be loyal to
tba man abo bad b*fri*ed*d btm
Mum*thin* asuoi b* daoe to mob* him
•m, quit* rlaorly aod unaMotahaMy.
that bis sacrifice to Hill's trust of him
waa a vain and u**l*a* tbla* Hoi bow
was this to b* acc»mpll*bod? Mean
• hit*. Pedro waa still talking.
"I say with regret that I bar* avery
reason to believe that your fatber »
betftg defrauded In some way. Tbe
character of ibe man wltb whom I saw
him. is sufficient to Justify this. Also,
alas! this same man now appears to
be atandln* In suc'h a connection wltb
me aa makea it imposalble for me to
inform any ordinary person of tbe
facta. I might Injure an Innocent—
undoubtedly Innocent—person by ao
doing, to aay nothing of perhape let-
ting out a secret which your father's
actions prove be wishes kept dark.
Por a whole week I have been trying
to see my way clear, and at laat I
know that It Ilea only In refualng to
help you."
And yet," said Irla alowly, rising
and putting on her wrapa. "I would re-
ward the right peraon to tha beet of
my ability. If only the work of help-
ing. perhapa aavlng, my fatber could
be continued."
He gave her tbe muff for wblcb ahe
stretched out her band.
"I wlah Indeed that I eould help
you." aaid ae. "I know tbe danger of
confiding ao delicate a matter to any-
one. But. perhapa. for a reward—
what would it be, thle reward?"
Por an Instant the audacity of what
she was about to say rose like an im-
pediment in her throat, holding her
silent, while her heart beat violently.
Then, at last, she found her voice.
I would marry him, no matter
though he thought there were Insur-
mountable objections," she said with
meaning.
He stood astounded, scarcely able to
credit his hearing, and could only look
and look at her, open-mouthed. Then
a gleam of light swept across his face
as though he were suddenly possessed
of a glorious idea.
"Iris!" he gasped, "will you—will
you put that down on paper? Make
an—what you call It—affidavit?"
"Affidavit?—yea!" she replied.
"Then do so!" he cried, pushing pen
and paper toward her.
"Do you really want it?" she aaked,
looking straight Into hie eyes.
"You bet!" he shouted Joyously.
She laid down her muff, and draw-
ing off her glove, she wrote:
I hereby promise to marry you on the
day you can tell me my father la not be-
ing subjected to danger. 0r has been res-
cued from that If any. which now Im-
perils him. And I furthermore agree to
overcome any debatable objections you
may have to the marrlaje^
IRIS
NDERPOOL*
"There!" she said, laughing a trifle
hysterically, when ahe had finished,
will that do?"
"Splendidly!" aaid Pedro, and thrust-
ing the folded paper into his breast
pocket, seised her band and kissed it
with the grace of a courtier.
Iris blushed, watching him with ten-
der eyee. Then she submitted to be-
ing led downstaira and shut into her
coupe. No sooner waa this accom-
plished than Pedro fled acroas the
little court and up to the studio aa if
all the devils in the demonology were
after him, and slamming the door be-
hind him, he proceeded to dance the
coquette at o mad pace, upeettlng sev-
eral artlclee of furniture in the proe-
is.
"And now to find Mr. Samuel Hill!"
be shouted gleefully, waring the paper
above bla head.
-Ab! Meeotre Sombill." waa echoed
la o wall from outside tbo door.
"Wbero. obi where la bar
CMAPTtlt XIII.
Podre lasod at the door ao If traeo-
ffxed. aod thee. tbo wall beta* repeat
bla portal. Oo tbo leod-
10 Ibora Mblll mora?"
-ttoly ibM tbo ,
abeo b* foe ad
foor bear* dwell »«bto tbo
H« says oa 000 *«»• •
bear* are om permuted
pa'bop*. if merb moo»y be po>d
foor! No ibal I* oot allowed!*
"Aod obal bora ye* doeer
"We bate arranged lo *o tolo tbe
bar* I*e-w*ai.~ aaid «eoe»iera. eel
d*otly cootiored lbat tbe ebon**
would aolve Ibe dt«c*liy
"Hat. Hill' HoaMNbing moat bora
Happened to bUn? Aod the bear left
bla!" aald Pedro, walkla* op aad
dow* excitedly "He may have been
burt? N*or tba rirer. ab? «W»od
baovena! I scarcely dare guoo* what
baa occurred!"
"Th* hospitaler suggeoted Oune.
Vlere with some faint return of bor
usual practicality.
"Ab! yea." be ax claimed, "I shall
telephone them *1 once, and then I
shall go to Jones street wltb you. As
for Nita. we shall have to find ber
without help; she baa mado ma ewear
never to Invoke public aid In bar
behalf, you know."
"Yea. yea!" said Gunevlero, "you
will come, thenr
"Directly!" be cried. "No time must
be lost."
But as It proved, time mattered
little, for the hoapltala told nothing,
and neither did that grim lost and
found office, the morgue. Por two
whole days Pedro alternated between
his studio and tbe rear tenement on
Jones street, bis mind In an agony of
uncertainty. He could not work for
nervousness, and the combined sus-
pense and Inaction played havoc with
hla spirit. Leigh had been called out
of town to see his mother, who was
111, and there waa no one else to whom
Pedro dared go for advice and help.
Hill himself bad forbidden that bis af-
fairs be made known to anyone but
the sculptor, or Pedro might have
asked Milllgan'e assistance. As It was,
he could only fume impatiently, and
eat his heart out with worry. At laat.
no longer able to endure doing noth-
ing, be called a council of war In the
tenement kitchen. To the assembled
bear-dancers, with exception only of
the still mysteriously absent Nita, he
arose and spoke.
I am going to find Sam Hill, if he
le on the face of the earth!" he an-
nounced. "I am convinced that some
misfortune haB befallen him. In half
an hour I am going to take Mr. Jones
with me, and I am not coming back till
- e have succeeded In discovering the
whereabouts of my friend."
"Bien! And I," said Beau-Jean,
from his seat on the foot of the bed.
"I will go with you to find that Sam-
hill, who Is my friend, aussl."
"Very good!" said Pedro, "all la ar-
ranged. Come, Strong Arm, we will
go."
On the Instant they began collecting
the few traps necessary for a short
absence, and while they were In the
midst of these preparations, the door
was thrown open to admit an old
woman.
"Nita!" yelled Pedro, springing
toward her.
Instantly the room waa In an up-
roar, all talking at once, laughing and
weeping, shouting questions, making
offers of help, proffering food and
drink, crowding around the crone with
such clamor and persistence that Pe-
dro could scarcely manage to get her
to a chair. Then ahe sat beaming
upon them all. apparently In tbe best
of health and delighted at tbe wel-
come afforded her. Her clothes were,
if possible, a trifle more worn and
soiled than usual, but, otherwise, she
seemed to have suffered no barm.
"Where hast thou been? What bast
thou done? Where Is Samblll? Art
well? Tell us!" they aboutod all at
once.
"Aye. I am well, lucky for me!" aald
Nita. with twinkling eyee. "for I have
been a bird la my day. aad I aa b
no baste to meet what awaits mm la
the hereafter."
-Beloved Nita!" sirlaboed Pedro,
kaeellag beelde bar, "how I tojolc*
that thoa oat oofo! Bot sbsrs in Mr.
HUir
Horn bill r obo qoafied. 1 hove oot
oooo bias, oor thought of MB! I
oad I abatl rae eby aod bow mt
«b*r coea* te ra*b rampooy My
«b*r" bo ranted aeoy aad eigbed
"I bod for*ettoe boo | loved beef" "
d ao tboogb 10 bueralf Thao bo
ptcbed *p lb* pol* aad rbala. aad
aai*d lo Hrae J*aa ibal be woo roody
Slu oraoo 10 bar feat
"Wbero la tbe murderer, ibe 00
dorer of my doogblarr she *cr*amad
-Where la Mcordor
AI tbo oihar oad of tbe etty." Mid
Padre "Tome quickly. Baou J*on"
Aod vltb tbol they were off. Isovtng
Nita aerarablog Imprecolleoa 01 the*
from tbe alolrbsod. la tbe m
healthy manner As they reached Ibe
street IImu-Jmo aobad
"What la all tbla murder buslnao*
of oblrb Nita talbs? Couldn't wo m
age to avaate bar. wbao wo bora
found Samblll r
Perhapa." aald Pedro soberly, "for
this man. Rlcardo Voldes. la a rary
wicked man. He used to lira naar
my home. Nita waa my nuiwe. once,
and her daughter was my foater-elater.
When abe waa only fifteen Rlcardo
atole her away. Then he deoerted ber.
and when she came back to aa abe
killed bereelf and her baby. Ever
since Nita has been looking for him.
to avenge ber child. But ebe lo ao
old now, tbat I think we bad beat not
let her do It. I am aure she would
really prefer dying wltb ua, to dying
In Jail!"
"I agree," oold Beau-Jean.
"And now which way shall wo
turn?" sold Pedro.
"Aa the bear coma from the river,
let us to tbe river go," suggested
Beau-Jean.
"A good notion." said Pedro, "and
aa likely to prove fruitful as any."
"Mora likely up-town than down,
from here," said Beau-Jean, and again
Pedro aaaented.
And 00, in accordance with the plan.
If plan It could be properly called, they
made their way westward, straight
toward the docks, and, once reaching
th«m, began a pilgrimage up-town.
Mr. Jones now began acting In a
most peculiar manner. Something on
the sidewalk had attracted his atten-
tion, and nothing could divert him
until he had made a thorough Inspec-
tion. To Beau-Jean and to Pedro
there appeared to be nothing on the
pavement but a good deal of dirt and
refuse; but one particular spot seemed
to have fascinated Mr. Jonea, and
there waa nothing for it but to stand
waiting while he noeed about
"Shall I chasten him?" asked Beau-
Jean, who waa accustomed to using
this method with Koko.
"No, certainly not," said Pedro, "I
believe he's been here before. Per-
haps he recognises something. Let us
watch!"
Pedro's surmise was an eminently
correct one, for Mr. Jones had recog-
nised—honey! Very shortly he raised
his head, found the scent, and came
upon a oeoond spot of internet. How
delightful!—this was the neighbor-
hood in which he had found that nice
hive where there were no bees to
sting, and where the honey was ao
plentiful! He really bad not takan
half of It laat tlmo! And here were
hla own fooUtepo, his sticky, honey-
made footprints which woald halp
him to find the treasure again. Thus
it happened that In time they reached
tbe doorway of the little dairy, which
Mr. Jonea recognised with a Joyful
bound, and a sort of purr, whicb
brought the dairyman (who hod spied
him through the window) to tbe en-
trance, with a shower of abuse ready
at band.
"Get out of this, youoe!" shouted tbe
milk vendor. "Don't you dost ter come
In. any of youoe! I nin't-a-goln'-ter
■oil yer aotbln*. Oot off. you omoohln'.
murderin' bunch of dagoes! Ill oot
the cop ao yar If yer dont okldoo!"
-Why r aaked Padro, wildly excited.
-Bot why wool you aall to oor
"Oo ae now! bom o' yar bock talhl"
growled the soon. 1 oold to ose dago
foller wltb a tear laat woak. 00' tbo
kilo oot op oil ao comb boooyl So
•lib ibe beer, wlarad Ibe weeded
lltil* abop. leerta* lt*ee Jrao SoapM*
oei oa ibe pavemeet
Iteblad Ibe eoooler stood the omIV
log U4o U Pbne. alias U*iy Hlable.
"What ceo I do for yo*r oho ashed,
lay io« raid* the Mi of kotttiag opoe
oblrb ab* bed brae eegoged
Tbrrad. pl-ese" sold Pedro, taafo
lag bla smile at ber
"What color?" abe laqulred. admlr*
Ing bla *y*« and tooth.
"Kr—ab -gr**n. plseae!" oold Pe.
die. bee use b*r *yra were rather 0*
thai color oad eon»*qu*nily It came
first to mlod: "Oroen. and 0 oaedtaw
A needle'" ab* eaclalmad. "yoe
mean a package of oeedlee!"
"1 only need on* *1 * time." b* loH
ber Would ah* spook of tbo bear?
Ab' she waa going to!
"Seems as If training bear* and raw*
Ing didn't go together very good." obo
giggled. "There waa a gent In bora
not long ago. who didn't know much
more'n you! He had a bear, too!"
"Year said Pedro.
"Yea. Indeed." she responded, busily
getting out the articles ha had named.
I do declare to goodness. I thought
this was the very Identical bear, wbon
1 seen you coming!"
"It lo the Identical bear." remarked
Pedro.
What!" oald sha. wltb o little
shriek of surprise—"wall. I never!
How Is the other fallow? Ain't bo
got tbe bear with him thenr
"No, I've got him!" said Padro
dryly.
"You don't aay!" exclaimed the girl,
peering over the counter, as though
seeing the animal for tha first time.
'And so you know my pal. ab?" aald
Pedro. "Now that lo nice!"
He smiled again, and, aa was usu-
ally the case, hypnotised ber Into In-
stant response. Encouraged by bio
interest, and by the fact of their mu-
tual friend, she drew a postal card—
not from the boaom of her pink shirt-
waist—from her pocketbook.
Well, I certainly do know him!"
said she. "I had thia postal from him
only three days ago!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
SYSTEM SAVES WOMAN'S TIME
Many Farm Wives Lo** by Not Map*
ping Th*lr Work Out in Me-
thodical Mannar.
A program lo a great labor saver,
we are told, but some women use a
program as a robin does n polo—
something to fly from. They never
know what la to be done next, oayo a
writer in Country Gentleman. A regu-
lar order, wherein the work Ib dove
tailed, makes for real efficiency.
While the woman who does her wort
bit or miss is in the throes of lnd»v
cislon as to what shall be done next,
the really methodical woman has hsr .
work all mapped out a week aherd.
She moves swiftly and surely from one
task to the next with no lost time. The
amount of work she turns off la a nar-
vol to tbe other woman.
A good bomemaker plana her w?rk
and works her plan. 8he lo envied by
leaa executive women, but aha must
pay the price In careful thought aad in
an inflexible will that holda her to the
prescribed procedure. A weaker wom-
an makes a good plan, but circum-
stances are forever altering It. She
never drivea her work, but bor work
drives her continually. It worries
her; it becomes a nightmare. Because
she Is alwayo putting thingn off nho lo
alwaya behind Ume. end therefore
what she does do lo dooe undor pres-
sure and In a hurried way tbat t al-
wayo waotefuL
Toko Root In Time.
Root lo meetoJL When tbo nlod
woorieo the body raloaoo. Dradgory
la mental moootoey. Tbo cllmale of
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