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"Their M arned Life"
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"Hello," said Warren, as he stepped
up to Helen in the Grand Central Sta
tion. "Have I kept you watting long?"
"About five minutes, but that isn't
bad for you. Come on, I have the
tiokets. and Warrtn led the way to
ward the train.
They were going out to Carrie's for
dinner, and Helen had been dreading
this day ever since Fred and Carrie
had been in to have dinner with them;
somehow she didn't mind so much en
tertaining Carrie in her own home, but
to go out to visit them meant an even
ing of veiled remarks when she would
be defenseless, because Carrie was
Warren's sister, and if she resented
anything Warren was sure to complain
of her absurd sensitiveness.
She had heard him say so often
that It was no wonder she and Carrie
did not get along. And then he would
accuse her of having no sense of hu
mor, a thing that always made her
furious.
In the train she looked idly out of
the window, while Warren perused
the paper. It was just a short run out
to Carrie's, and before they knew it
the rtation was reached and there was
HYed in the machine with Carrie and
Warren's mother In the back and little
Roy in the front with his father.
"Thought you'd never get here,"
•aid Carrie, and if Helen hasn't an
other new stilt, woil, nothing 4ke being
rich."
Helen could 'jot heip smiling. Al
ready Carrie had begun her tacMca,
but thoy wero obvious enough to be
amusing. Well, she would show War
ren that it did uot matter to her what
Carrie said. However, she was glad
when they r«»ached the house and en
tered the hall.
"Oh, you have a new rug," she said
delightedly, "when did you get It,
Carrie. ?
"*lt wasn't my doing, trust Fred to
buy something like that. I told him
he was extravagant."
Helen genuinely liked Fred. He
never said the caustic things that Car
rie did and his kindness was always
evident. She knew that he under
stood Carrie's barbed remarks, for he
often covered them with some hastily
concocted story of his own.
"Aren't you a sport, Fred?" she said
gayly. "Why, you just bought one,
didn't you?"
"We got this one at Asburv Park,"
aaid Fred. "You have no idea the
bargains you strike at those little auc
tion places."
Warren's Father Appears
"Want to come upstairs and leave
your things?" said Carrie; and Helen
followed her sister-in-law upstairs and
into the slightly severe bedroom that
Helen had always disliked. When
they returned downstairs Warren's
father had put In an appearance, and
Helen was forced to be pleasant while
he made several remarks.
"Seems to me we don't see much of
you lately." he said.
"Helen's too busy with her friends."
said Carrie.
"Yes. and some of them are pretty
sporty lookers, too,", put In Fred, gay
ly. "Who was that stunning-looking
woman. Warren, you had with you
last week near Times Square?"
Hel-?n caught her breath suddenly
and her heart began to beat suffo
catingly.
"What night was that?" said War
ren easily.
There was a hush, and Fred looked
up uneasily, as though he had made
a mistake. There was no help for it
now, however; he would have to go
on.
"Well, now, let me see," he said
musingly, "last Monday night, I think
It was."
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lodge night, and Frances had seen him
at Times Square. What could It
mean?
Every one was looking at Warren,
and he laughed, although a flush crept i
up over his face.
"Discovered." he said, dramatically, |
"and by my family. ■ Well, It's a:
great secret and for the lady's sake I
must not divulge her identity. Isn't
that what they always say In the'
plays?"
Helen looked at Warren warily, j
His air of bravado deceived no one. j
She looked up and met Carrie's eyes j
fixed on her coldly. It came to Helen ,
with a flash of Intuition that Carrie ]
would be glad of any unhapplness|
that might be In store for Warren's
wife, even Warren's mother would
sympathize with her son and she
would have no one. Why did the fam
ily dislike her so?
Carrie excused herself a minute
later to see about dinner, and little
Hoy came ovei and leaned against
her knee—he adored his Aunt Helen
and she loved him, although he was
frightfully spoiled.
"Tell me a story," he begged.
The tension was happily relieved
at that momen, and Helen lifhted him
on her knee and began the Btory of
the three bears. When Carrie came In
a few minutes later Roy was having
too g;>od a time to leave.
"I don't want to go to bed," he
whined, and when Carrie took htm
by the arm none too geutly he pro
tested, and, lying down on the floor,
began to yell lurtlly.
None of that, young mar." o«."d
Fred striding over srid seizing the sob
bing child. "You go upstairs like a
man or we wt>n't have thei party 1
was telling you aiout."
"I want Aunt ileien to tell m<« a
story," he cried.
"Some other time, dear," said Hel
en, trying to pacify him.
The Trouble Begins
"Now." shrieked Roy.
"Carrie, will you let me take him
upstairs?" said Helen, conscious that
she would be blamed for this display
of temper.
"What for? He might as well learn
first as last that he has to mind."
"Is that what you do for Winifred '.'"
said Warren's mother; "no wonder she
is spoiled."
"I don't think she is spoiled." re
torted Helen. "Winifred goes to bed
long before this, anyway."
As soon as she had made this re
mark Helen knew that it was the
wrong one; why had she said it?
"I suppose that means that Roy
should have been put to bed long ago,"
said Carrie frigidly.
Helen with very pink cheeks de
termined to finish the conversation as
long as things were going that way.
"Well," she said. "Roy isn't any
older than Winifred, and I have al
ways believed that children should
be in bed before six."
"Indeed," sniffed Carrie. "Well, at
least Roy isn't too good for public
school If he Isn't in bed at ti o'clock."
Warren's mother smiled delightedly,
and at this point Roy began to scream
again. Carrie with scant ceremony
took the child from the room and
when she returned dinner was eaten
in comparative silence.
Helen with a full heart hardly knew
how she forced down anything. S*ie
avoided Warren's eyes as though she
were ashamed to look at him and
prayed inwardly that they might get
away early. She nrust know ahout this
thing one way or another or she would
surely go mad. Would the time never
pass?
(Another incident In this series of
married life will appear here soon.)
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WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE
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He was quite right. Some three
quarters of an hour later Inez and her
small party passed that very spot—a
■pot now deserted.
Suddenly twenty-five American ma
rineo with drawn bayonets sprang
from the jungle as by magic and sur
rounded them.
Inez, excellent actress, breathed an
audible sigh of relief. "At last," she
said, "we have found you."
The ensign advanced toward her
and Baluted. He glanced doubtfully
at the half-dozen tnsurreotos wearing
uniforms.
"Who are you?" he demanded of
Inez.
"Thece." said Inez, with a wave of
her hand, "are Dolores regulars who
have befriended us, and we are threo
Americans, and one of us la sick. It
is for her that we seek refuge."
He strode swiftly to the aide of Mrs.
Hordln. She was swaying helplessly
from side to side In the saddle of her
donkey, supported by two insurrecto
escorts.
"Neal, Neal," sho cried.
Inez discounted and approached the
officer. "She has the fever," she ex
claimed, "and she raves In her speech
all the time, lieutenant; she make 3 up
names—all kinds <jf names."
"There are ether Americans In the
mountains?" he queried.
Inez opened wide her eyes and
shook her head. "We saw none, sir,"
■he said.
The ensign pondered. "This woman
needs Immediate attention. Take her
to the launch and thence to the Al
bany." He bowed to Inez and beck
oned to Joe Welcher. "You two must
go along," he said soberly.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
Corazon dei Sol.
After a march of hours in the very
thickest of the jungle, Hernandez halt
ed his band of insurrectos. The re
spite was welcomed. Exhaustion
reigned sugreme. Hernandez picked
out two of the sleeker looking revo
lutionists.
"This trail," he said to them, "has
been lately traveled. See where it
leads."
Hernandez went back to his cap
tives. He carried with him thick
pieces of bread. He unloosed the
bandages from their eyes.
"Mine hostages." he said lightly,
"eat, drink and be merry."
Three miles further on there was a
clearing in the Jungle. Across this
clearing was an ancient gateway and
a crumbling stone wall, older than his
toric man himself. Two unprepossess
ing stolid stone figures guarded this
gateway. A third guard now entered
the foreground and passed through the
ancient ruined gateway.
He was a living guard, but of a dead
race. He was an Aztec. He had heard
noises and he had come out to see as
well as to hear.
And suddenly he saw and was seen
in turn. Wriggling through the por
tions of the edge of the clearing sud
denly appeared the two scouts sent
forward by Hernandez. They crouched
there, staring speechlessly at the
Aztec warrior. He in his turn stared
speechlessly at them.
But they had seen more than he had.
They had caught a glimpse through
that gateway of a mass of leaping,
twisting flame, and they knew it for
the thing It was.
An hour later, panting, breathless,
with their tongues hanging out and
their eyes still wide with terror, they
crept up to Hernandez and clutched
him by the arms.
"Corazon del Sol," they cried, their
faces twisted with terror.
Ponto heard them. His eyes gleamed
with sudden interest. He waddled to
the side of Hernandez and nodded
under3tandingly,
"Corazon del Sol." repeated Hernan
dez. "The Heart of the Sun."
Ponto nodded again. "The Heart of
the Sun," he repeated.
"Well, what of It?" asked Hernan
dez.
"The lost tribe," whispered the
scouts. "The Aztecs. Come," they
cried, "we have no time to lose. They
will be upon us. Fly."
Hernandez gripped each man by the
■wrist. "Speak, Ponto," he demanded.
Ponto tapped himself upon his chest.
"I am of Aztec blood myself," he said.
'1 have heard of this lost tribe. I have
heard of this city of Corazon del Sol.
Many assume it to be a myth, senor,
but it is no myth."
Hernandez nodded. "How many In
habitants of Corazon del Sol?" he
Queried.
"Tradition has tt," said Ponto, "that
It Is a town surrounded by a wall and
that its population never increases."
He smiled grimly. "What human be
ings it does not need, it feedß to the
Heart of the Sun—the flame."
"It will feed all of us to the flame,"
cried the scouts. "We must go back
back."
Hernandez leered. "Ponto," he said,
"in front of us, according to these in
surrectos, is a fiery furnace with a mil
lion foes. Behind us. camping on our
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can marines. Which do you choose?"
"Forward." said Ponto, "to the fiery
furnace. Deliver me from a handful
cf marines."
CHAPTER XXXVII.
The Anger of a God.
Within the walls of Corazon del Sol
there lived a god. He didn't know he
lived —he wcs quite ignorant of hiß
own existence. If he had ever lived
he would have died from ugliness.
But there were those who knew he
lived. They were the inhabitants of
this ancient Aztec village—Corazon
del Sol. the Heart of the Sun. They
knew he lived, because periodically
and quite persistently he demanded
i fiesh.
Just now he stared straight before
him through the gates of the crum
bling walls. The high priest followed
his glance.
Suddenly tte hljh priest started and
i held high his hand. A group of Aztec
warriors answered the summons. In
crude uneven order this crowd rushed
i through the gates and stood at bay.
Across the clearing was another group
—Hernandez and his crowd. The two
groups faced each other, tense, won
i dering.
The high priest spoke—uttering un
intelligible Jargon. Hernandez turned
to Ponto.
'What does this old devil say?" he
i demanded.
Ponto was panting with terror.
"He says," said Ponto, "that he
wants to talk to you."
Hernandez pondered for a moment
j and toyed with the weapon in hit
hand.
Then he crossed the clearing and
faced the high priest. Ponto from hia
vantage point of comparative safety
translated in thin high-strung tones.
"You are interlopers," said the
priest angrily, his cruel eyes watching
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Annette Was Watching With Eyes
Wide With Terror.
the terror he Inspired, "and you shall
be destroyed. Behind me is Are, sud
den death. We have many thousand
warriors. We have an insatiable god.
We brook no strangers—we tolerate
no enemies. You are an enemy, you
and yours. Go, and go at once."
"We are not enemies," returned Her
nandez. "We are travelers—weary
travelers. We have lost our way. Wo
need rest and food. To turn back now
means death."
The high priest shrugged his shoul
ders. "Follow me," he said.
He turned and passed between the
divided group of warriors and entered
the gate.
Hernandez followed, entering the
walls three paces behind the priest.
He led Hernandez to the center at
the village.
With a long, lean, skinny finger, the
high priest pointed to the sun god.
He prostrated himself, then rose and
gave a sharp command. Two Aztecs,
clad in scarlet robes, darted forward,
each with a burning brand raised high
t above his head. Before Hernandez
was a pit sunk into the ground. It
was piled high with fuel and from this
pit there rose quite a familiar odor —
the odor of petroleum. In went the
burning brands and in the twinkling
of pn eye the fuel caught fire and a
! leaping, twisting flame sprang Into
| the air.
, j Hernandez drew back. The flame
! was hot. It grew hotter as he
watched. In a few moments It vras a
l ; seething, roaring furnace.
Hernandez stood with folded arms.
The priest swooped down upon
i him and denounced him In withering
jargon. Hernandez knew what it
' meant. It meant that they were to go.
"Ponto," he cried, "come here."
Ponto, quivering, crept through the
, double line of Aztec warriors and
■ through the gate. Hernandez Jerked
his head toward the priest.
(To Be Continued.)
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