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CHAPTER XIII—Continued
ee] Dee
Pablocito cried out in surprise, “But
he told me, Senor, that he was, and
he—"
Lopez swore softly. “What trick
is this, Senor: if the prisoner is not
the Lieutenant Polito, who is he?”
“Lieutenant Lamartina is safe In
Puerto Cabello ere this; his sister, the
Senorita Dulce, stands before you."
“Ah, Loren, Loren, I would have
saved thee!”
“But not thyself.”
Lopez took off his cap. *What mo-
tive, Senorita, would you have thus
to masquerade as your brother?”
“Ah, my captain,” I laughed, “may
one question the motive of a lady
whose heart Is full of dreams, one
who has looked, perchance, upon the
moon?" .
The captain bowed to the Senorita.
“My task is not so simple, neither are
my duties to my liking; yet my or-
ders—"
“Are to be obeyed,” I sald. “May 1
request, my captain, that you offer es-
cort to the Senorita so she may return
in safety to the home of Senora
Ybarra? This will be my only re
quest.”
“Assuredly.”
“No, Loren, no!
thee—"
“Ah, Dulce mia!”
“Yes, Loren, I am trying. Can you
not see me smile? I am smiling—
smiling bravely—as you would have
me do. I want you to know that I
am brave; you will remember me so—
will you not, Loren—that 1 am
b-brave?
“Ave, my own”
“Then kiss me—and hold me to your
heart again—and I will go. “Adios,
my—my moon-wraith., I-—] have never
believed that you are real Just
something fine and noble that was in
my dreams.”
I would not leave
CHAPTER XIV
Dawn
the melancholy
prison, the horror of the dragging
hours, the deep darkness, for the
Senorita, having left, had taken with
her all the light of the world had
taken my soul, my love, my life, and
there was left to me only an empty
husk. This I cast upon the rude couch
and tried vainly to speed the meas
ured minutes, courting sleep unavail-
ingly.
I had given to the cause of Liberty
and Venezuela all I had, had striven
as desperately in her behalf as the
most earnest patriot had striven, had
been—so I belleved—a potent force in
the winning of freedom for her, and I
had come to this, The dead hand of
Colonel Pinl could hold in check any
one of my friends who might have
offered assistance to me, Dead, he
stood between me and liberty—which
would have meant also love and hap-
piness—and the shadow of his spirit
dimmed my little world.
In my despair the face of Dulce
came to me again. I heard In fancy
the music of her voice, and my prison
was filled with the glory of her pres.
ence, for at last I slept. And, sleep-
ing. 1 saw the straight sturdy figure
of my father with his fair hair and his
clear resolute eyes; I saw the gra-
cious lady who was my mother, and
the slim, swaying figure of that ex.
quisite little sister of mine, who, at
fifteen, had given promise of great
beauty. They would miss me, for they
loved me, and they had given me
very much indeed,
Three years had passed since I had
seen them, three years that I had
spent in Europe while the study of the
rise and fall of races had held me, for
it had been my desire to become a
writer of history. I would write no
history now, yet I had lived it. I had
taken part In what would doubtless
prove to be the last battle between
my own people and their Anglo-Saxon
brothers across the sea, and I had also
taken part In that battle which had
broken for ever the hold of Spain
upon the western hemisphere, Aye,
in a few short years I had lived a
deal of history,
So, with the face of Dulce, smiling
bravely, coming to me out of the
gloom, and fading again, and the vivid
fetures of my youth and my young
Rustiood passing before me in swift
panorama, [ spent the night in fitful
slumber; to awaken at last to the
familiar tapping of Pablocito upon the
door of my cell,
“You sleep, Senor,” he sald, “as one
sleeps whose conscience is as clear"
“Why not, my little Pablo?" [ said,
with forced galety, “Sleep has never
been a problein to me” i
“1 eannot understand, Senor; I fear
that my last night—and my last hour
~might be filled with lamentations,
Perhaps you would even care to eat
i 7’
“Of course; should one miss a break-
fast?"
Ah, silence of my
WAMU
SERVICE
“Ah Senor.”
“Has the sun, Pablo—"
“It has just come up, Senor, and a
sergeant and a file of soldiers await
your pleasure.”
“My pleasure, Pablocito; did the ser-
geant say my pleasure? My pleasure,
then, shall tax his patience, for, first,
I shall eat, then, with the ald of soap
and water and a razor that you may
bring, I shall make myself as present-
able as possible. May one do less
at such a time?”
“1 do not know, Senor,” he sald In
a daze: “is life so droll a thing that
you should laugh it away?"
“Life is a glorious thing, my little
Pablo, and I hope you shall have as
much of it as you desire; I hope you
may view this beautiful world until
your eyes are dim with the years, that
you may listen to the sweet sounds of
nature and to the sweeter sounds of
the voices of those who love you until
your ears—"
“Gracias, Senor—1 will hasten”
He brushed my clothes and polished
my boots while I ate the breakfast of
baked chiva and tortilla and
coffee
“Then Kiss Me—and Hold Me to
Your Heart Again, and | Will Go.”
and papaya that he prepared; then |
bathed, dressed, shaved, combed my
hair and placed my cap upon my head
with the greatest care,
teady at last I walked with him
along the narrow darkened hallway
and out into the bright sunlight to a
wide iron gate that swung open at our
approach, where a sergeant and a
squad of a dozen soldiers took me in
charge. I searched my pockets and
poured Into Pablocito’'s cupped hands
all the silver that I found there and,
with a word of thanks for his atten-
tions, marched away beside the
geant, with six soldiers flanking
right and left,
It was a beautiful morning, with
air so clear that trees upon the crest
of distant mountain ranges stood out
with cameo distinctness, A breeze
from the lake tempered what might
ave been a hot day,
“Do you usually take a morning
constitutional before an execution?" 1
questioned the sergeant, after we had
traversed a full third of the city.
“lI am directed to bring you here”
said he, as we turned into an arched
gateway and bent our steps toward
the massive mansion that has been
the home of many governors, A guard
at the great wooden door with its ex.
quisite carving stood aside, and four
abreast, we marched through it into a
spacious chamber, which, at first, be.
cause of the brilliant sunlight that
had filled our eyes, seemed a place of
shadows, The sergeant voiced a sharp
command, the soldiers about faced and
went out, leaving me standing in the
middle of the room,
In front of me stood the straight
stalwart figure of a man with fair
hair and the clear blue of northern
skies in his eyes, A wild surge of
joy went over me, I reached out my
hands to him, “Father!” | cried.
“Oh, my father!”
“loren,” he
scamp I”
I felt his strong arms around me, |
felt his muscular body shake with
silent laughter, and hot tears of happl-
ness blinded me, for 1 knew that 1
wins saved, because my father never
failed.
“When your letter came, Loren, we
knew that you were again in search of
trouble, for Venezuela-—-"
I laughed through my tears. “And
found it; more of it, my father, than
I have dreamed might come to one
man . « and happiness, too"
Now another figure appeared-—-the
slim tiny figure of a man in brilliant
uniform, with plercing black eyes,
bushy brows, and a high forehead
curiously seamed. Whereupon | fash.
toned a stiff salute, for this was South
America's greatest. “I have erred
grievously, my general”
ser
us
sald gently, “you
He showed white teeth in a smile of
welcome, then he put one arm across
my shoulders, “And you have striven
greatly, major; I think Venezuela
shall not forget.”
“You are kind, my general,”
He spoke to my father: “This young
glant has helped us win an empire, He
is an omen of good fortune, for, since
his arrival, success has come to us.”
“I fear,” sald my father soberly,
“he will never lay down the sword.”
“A pity when he does,” Bolivar sald,
“because he is a born soldier. With
three hundred native troops he held
the Spanish army.”
“I am forgiven, then? I asked.
Jolivar laughed. “When you
mitted the Spanish lieutenant to
cape you committed a crime against
us.”
“I knew it very well, my general"
“But almost within this hour,” the
Liberator continued, “the Fran
cisco has brought to me the Senorita
Lamartina, who seems to think
are a greater than a soldier,
From her I have learned many thi
per
of
wise
lover
sadly for his misdemeanors.”
“Ave, my general”
he denied. He takes what he wants.
surely make your country great.
man may prevail against him, there
fore you are But the Is
await you—and one may not
lady walting.”
Ladies?
one, I wondered-—vet I might
known that he would bring
I faced her with
joy and contrition
had hurt her,
free,
other
my m
that my rashness
Yet
her
her
eves
her,
and
and kissed
were trembling,
filled with tears,
“Ah, my sweet and wonderful moth.
er, I have offended thee!”
close,
of the tears,
offended me,
never done
me.”
“Never again,
“It is not that you have
my for you
that; have
son,
you
my mother”
Felice is the other half, One could
not be happy In half a world”
“Unless my country calls me,
mother, never again!”
“Then I am glad, Loren
there is Felice, my boy."
indeed—yet 1 would
have known her. She had reached
the fullness of the beauty that
had “My little
eried, “how lovely fou
A woman a
eighteen, Is it not?
age!” 1 lifted her off
held her against my heart
Felice nardly
fifteen
promised sister” 1
own to
. . fet me
It Is a golder
the fl
have gr
fe
reas
sigt or 1"
“You woul
- al
I would-
very soon I shall 4d
soe ROT
and If
“She is In your eyes,
ove for her.™
heart, and my
I eves
are full of 1
“And
my
well"
“If 1 find a man who
shall love me like that—"
“Never fear,” 1 sald,
there will be too many.”
Holding my arm she
around until the Senorita
-a vision In purple and
before me, “Dulce mia”
“ah, Senorita !™
“Have you no kisses
Loren?"
I took her In my arms. “A
full and one's heart may
a deal”
“May we go back to your beautiful
land, Loren?”
“Ave.”
“And will there not be some peace
ful pursuit for thee?”
“Yes: I shall not take up the sword
again”
“Now | am happy, dear ,
lost you so many times.
a dream, Loren, are you; this
ust something in my mind?
“No, my angel™
She sighed.
“never fear;
turned
Lamartina
stood
I gasped,
3
ince
left for me,
heart
hold
I have
You are not
sleeve, and the volce of Felice came
from a misty distance: "Awaken, you
two. The whole crowd is watching
you. Come over and talk to us,
bles a bird of prey and who fashions
his conversation
there is Manuel,
belies the golden heart
and yonder the gay and grizzled Cap-
tain Monahan”
“My sister,
yourself
greater import.”
[THE END.)
go and talk
we
fo
First White Woman in
West Arrived in 1806
The first white woman In the West
of whom there is any record, came
out from the Orkney islands in 1800
in a Hudson's Bay company's ship,
out to Join her sweetheart.
journal of Alexander Henry, it Is re
corded without mention of her name,
that on December 20, 1807, she gave
birth to a child at his trafing post
at the mouth of the Pembina river,
Of the life of the child born that day,
the first child born in the West of
white parents, nothing is known but
that his mother took him with her
when she returned to Scotland the
summer after his birth, Marie Lagi:
modiere, who became the grandmoth.
er of Louls Riel, was the second white
woman to come to the West of whom
there is any record She arrived In
1807, It was 1812 before there were
any other white women in the West,
In that year, the second party of Sel
kirk settlers arrived at York Factory.
They included 18 women.—Montreal
Herald,
| V J ELL, well, who comes here prom.
snading along fashion's highway
with all the poise and assurance of a
sophisticated grown-up who glories in
a feeling of being well-dressed? "Tis
other than the younger genera-
tion ranging from tiny tot to seif-im.
portant Miss Junior, and you can tell
at a glance that, like their elder sis
ters and their cousins and their aunts
not to forget to mention mothers dear,
they, too, have become decidedly vel-
vet-consclious this season,
none
There is no doubt! about it, that to
the very young, fashion is broadcast.
ing the velvet with as
much emphasis as to those older. The
favor for velvet In the juvenile world
has reached such a high point of en
thuslasm designers are not only ex-
ploiting it for coats and frocks but in
imming well as for
ning accessory items it Is regarded as
a mediun
message of
way as cun
1 of outstanding importance,
For instance, with their costumes of
gay wool weaves, little girls are wear
i
{
ing darling muff, t
made of velvel, often shirred as fanct
ful
up w
as you please or perhaps
ith a bit of fur.
deft with the needle and who are gift.
imagination
will not doubt
f fashion
for
iy surprising what
ed with a sense of
it comes to designing
be intrigued with the iden
ing these “sets”
littie
a yard
inted
i chic,
girl's costume,
it's rea
so
do in
and
ONew,
or velvet thus manipu
way of adding
to a little
the
can
charm “class”
Even newer than the scarf effects
are the clever little velvet shoulder
capes which are detachable and which
{ usually are accompanied with a dimin-
| utive matching maf, Sometimes the
order Is reversed in that the capelet
and the muff or the scarf and the
| beret. us the case may be, are made
of dainty fabriclike fur, with velvet
for the coat.
in the picture, little Miss Seven
Year-Old is wearing a caped coat
made of black silk lyons velvet, topped
| with a hat of the same White fur for
{ the collar, of course, for have not
| thelr elders set the example this sea.
John’s Mother
There isn't a moth.
er iiving who won't
agree that no half-
gick child should be
the subject for an
experiment with
medicines of uncer-
tain merit. When
your child is bilious, |
headachy, half-sick, feverish, rest-
less, with coated tongue, bad breath,
no appetite or energy, you know that
nine times out of ten it's a sign his
son, by having their black velvet
wraps collared with handsome white
ermine? You will notice that this
smart little coat Luttons snug ur to
the neck which it should according to
latest style dictates,
As to the charming two-plece velvet
dress or suit, if you please to call It
so, for it may be worn as either,
which chic Miss Sub-Deb, to the left
in the illustration, has chosen for her
“last word” as tn color
jetails and
outfit, it
(rich r styling
the velvet of which it is fashioned
The scalloped panel fastening a the
front of the blouse is especially attrac-
The w belt of self-velvet is
Qo is the slight flare given
to the skirt below the knee,
wine
trl
olling.
The
some
times entire yokes, pockets and cuffs
are formed of folds or
cording which are fagotted together,
This ornamental stitchery offers an
opportunity to introduce bright color
touches. The silk floss need not neces
sarily be the same color as (he velvel
By using several shades of thread,
say red for one row o fagotting, green
for the next and perhaps zellow for
a third, a black or navy velve: dress
is prettily enliven for the tiny tot
Exquisite ombre effects may be
achieved by using various shades of
the same color, Per example, in mak. |
ing a frock of brown velvet the yoke
and sleeve detall is enhanced when the
velvet cording Is joined with dark
brown for the first row, using a lighter
shade of floss for each succeeding row, |
grading finally to pale beige.
(2 1921. Western Newspaper Union.)
often fagotted and
wee velvet
TAILORED FROCKS
FOR ALL-DAY WEAR
Not matter how colorful it may be,
the favorite daytime dress of the
winter season is simply but cleverly
tailored, of wool, varying from very
sheer to fairly heavy weights; or of
| silk crepe, In its various weights and
degrees of crepiness—flat crepe, can-
| ton and roshanara,
Satin and transparent velvet will,
of course, be worn in the daytime
but for the all-day dress—for the
woman whose day Is more practical
than social, the more tailored frock
is a better choice. Transparent vel
vet and satin, made along simple
lines, are attractive for luncheon,
bridge, matinees and other daytime
ocensions for which there is time
to dress especially.
Knit woolen fabrics also put in a
bid for daytime attention. Although
usually considered as sports outfits,
knit materials have such interest and
such prestige that they make smart
| daytime frocks for town wear com
plete with fur Jackets, sports fur
conts, or jackets of corduroy or other
informal fabrics,
Blue Lined Drawer Will
Keep the Linen Whiter
Here 18 a good suggestion for your
linen closet or linen drawer. Paint
the Inside of It to give It a smooth
easily washed surface, and choose blue
for the color. A blue lining, it Is said,
will keep the linen whiter,
For other drawers you may prefer
to use varnish instead of paint.
enn be applied quickly, and it helps
to make an easier job of cleaning out
drawers. A damp, soapy cloth rubbed
over the surface collects the dust and
leaves the drawers ready for thelr lav.
ender sachets and fine linens,
VOGUE FOR CONTRAST
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
Fashion stages startling contrasts
this season both In color and in ma
terials, A favorite theme is that of
the sleeves in direct color contrast to
the rest of the dress. The gown ple
tured, which Is a Jane Regny model,
interprets the mode by contrasting los
trons black and dull white bemberg
satin, The soft fullness of the bodice
and sleeves, and the overdhe skirt
blouse effect reflect a favorite whim
of fashion for fall and winter.
Hitle stomach and bowels need purg-
ing. And when you know that for
over fifty years leading physiclans
have endorsed one preparation for
this condition, there doesn’t seem to
be any reason for “trying” things,
Rich, fruity California Fig Syrup
clears the little stomach and bowels
gently, harmlessly and in a hurry. It
regulates the bowels, gives tone and
girength to them and to the stomach
and helps to give your child new
strength, energy and vitality, Thou-
sands of Western mothers praise it,
Mrs. Joseph W. Hill, 4308 Bedford
Ave, Omaha, Nebraska, says: “I'll
never forget the doctor who got me
to give my baby boy, John, California
Fig Syrup. Nothing else seemed to
help his weak bowels, That was
when he was just a baby. He suf-
fered a good deal before I gave him
Fig
quick.
colds
since.
boy.”
Insist on the genuine article.
that the carton bears the word *(
fornia.” Over four million bottles
used a year,
Syrup, but it stopped his trouble
I have used it with him for
and little upset spells ever
I consider him a Fig Syrup
See
“all
Roads in National Parks
Eight thousand mil yf
bile road
national forests
r
fiscal year. Some
be constro
Will
Girl v, don’t
Mother's next door
nd they're on the out
HANFORD'S
Balsam of Myrrh
Safety First
rate Wilness
Why suffer intense agony of
bolls or rising when spplich-
OIL wtaps pain,
Consoling Mother
Robert, you've
my temper”
“Never mind, mother—it isn't much
of a loss.”
wr Now,
lose
me
living is generally admitted, but blest
- ® : .
if the economists know how to or-
ganize the system.
have good
yours is A
Other people may
tastes, but, of course,
shade better.
and merveforce. A little of Dr.
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will make in your feelings over night
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Dr. Caldwell studied constipation
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experience enabled him to make bis
prescription just what men, women,
old people and children need to make
their bowels help themselves. Its
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its pleasant taste commend it to
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Syrup Pepsin,” gs it is called, is the
most popular laxative drugstores sell,
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