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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH. UTAH keeping, had permitted me to tell her of my love. Ah, that was a Joy ! Now the horsemen let out wild yells and bore down upon us. There is no safety here for you, Senorita; anyone who is Spanish" Yes, Senor, yes; I must go. "You will be safe in Ocumare." Dismounting I caught the bridle of her horse and whirled him around toward the north, When this nightmare of murder is over, Senorita, shall I find U you ? She nodded. God preserve you, Senor," she said softly. Adios, then!" She waved an arm and, bending low in the saddle, disappeared in the mouth of the canyon. The sounds of her going had died away before the revolutionists came to where I stood, waiting. They circled around me, guns to the fore, and I raised empty hands above my head. Take me to your officer, I said, a great happiness filling my soul. So, closely guarded by at least a score of horsemen, I rode slowly across the amphitheater and through the wide pass, coming at last to a level space where a body of men encamped beside the road. None, so far as I could see, was in uniform except one tall man. One of my captors spat out a stream of unintelligible jargon, and the officers face grew grimmer as the story proceeded. Now he faced me, his black eyes holding a hostile glint. You may tell me who you are, my captain." I am Loren Garde, an American, come to offer service to Bolivar. In a Spanish uniform! A likely tale, Senor. Why do you offer service to our general? Because I do not like the Spanish," I said. He showed white teeth in a pleased If you do not like the Spangrin. ish, Senor, why the uniform? One must get through the lines of Spain ; this uniform has been borrowed for the occasion, and the former owner of it doubtless nurses a broken head. I smiled reassuringly, but met no response in his eyes. Your story is interesting, Senor. Now tell me, If your desire to serve us is sincere, why you aided the Spanish officer to escape. What could I say? Could I tell him that the Spanish officer was the Senorita Lamartina, fiancee of Colonel de Fuentes, and that I, coming to offer service to Bolivar, had sent her back to the safety of the Spanish lines? Could I have hoped to make him believe such a preposterous tale? Perhaps, said the officer after what he must have considered a sufficient wait, perhaps this companero of yours was the Dauphin in disguise eh? We might Just as well call him the Dauphin, I said hopelessly. He offered another mirthless smile. Tucayan, Senor, has left an evil flavor in the mouth, and the blood of many Spaniards will be required to wash It out. He transfixed me with an accusing eye. Who sent you here? Manuel," said I. He gasped. You say Manuel sent . 3he fcile Of Aragonv By Fred McLaughliiv 5su,tKor of' She IMade of Picardy THE STORY In the city of New Orleans, in 1821, Loren Garde, recently an officer under General Jackson, is surprised by the appearance, In ancient Spanish costume, of two men and a woman whose beauty enchants him. Resenting the arrogance of the elder of the two men, Garde fights with him and wounds him. He learns his opponent is Adolfo de Fuentes, colonel in the Spanish army in Venezuela. Garde overhears a plot to overthrow Spanish rule in Venezuela. Discovered, he fights, but is overpowered and made prisoner on the Santa Lucrecia, ship bearing arms for the On board are the Venezuelans. conspirators, the lady of his love, her brother Polito, and De Fuentes. Frqm the girl, Garde learns her name is Dulce Lamar-tinHe loves her, but does not reveal his love. The vessel is wrecked and Garde reaches the Venezuelan shore, alone. He encounters a stranger and sees Dulce. The stranger, who is Captain Monahan of the British legion under Bolivar, urges Garde to Join the Venezuelans, but his mind is set on again seeing Dulce. Monahan directs him to friends in Caracas. There, supplied by Monahan with the secret sign of the patriots, he is welcomed at the revolutionary headquarters. Garde attends the wedding of Dulce and De Fuentes. Dulce recognizes him and leaves De Fuentes at the altar. She is torn from Gardes arms. He escapes. Finding Garde, Dulce tells him her wedding to De Fuentes was to have been the price of Garde's life. They reveal their mutual love. Garde is made prisoner. From De Fuentes, ' Garde learns that Dulce has disappeared. ' He is rescued from prison by a revolutionist, Manuel. a. I 1 : CHAPTER VI Continued 10 I laughed softly, for 1 saw another chance at life, and another chance to If Bolwin the glorious Lamartina. ivar has many men like you, Manuel " We turned toward the south and ran for half a mile, stopping at last in the gloom afforded by a tall adobe Here we found two horses, building. one saddled for travel, and the other Polito! I already bearing a man. cried, for the riders head and throat were almost concealed by the folds of a bandage. His shoulders shook, in silent laughter I supposed, and he whispered something unintelligible and gestured toward the other horse. But, Polito, my friend, I objected, you cannot do this thing. It will wreck your career, and and you owe me no sacrifice. I cannot let you; rather would I seek the firing squad. The gauntleted hand that Polito put upon my shoulder shook a little. He tried to speak, gasped, caught at his throat, and went off into a convulsion of coughing. Manuel spoke, deep earnestness In You must do as we sughis voice: for many things of imSenor, gest, portance depend upon it. We plan a swift stroke, Senor, and your assistance is necessary in our planning. Besides, you owe your life to those who follow Bolivar. Have not a score of men this night jeopardized their lives for thee? Have not I? Now I was ashamed, for the crafty Yes, my spoke only truth. friend, said L I threw a leg over the horse, and the swarthy sailor proffered a pistol, which I pocketed. I put a hand on his shoulder. If Bolivar needs another arm, Senor, he will find mine strong enough, and very willing indeed, for I owe him much. Viva ! said the sailor. Point your horses toward the Southern cross and Manuel W.NM. lithe figure that even the black and gray cloak could not entirely hide. A perfect night, Polito, eh? He nodded. You are silent, my friend." He turned his head to give me one swift look, then regarded the road again. I must thank you, Polito, for the part you took in my escape this night Adolfo planned to have me shot tomorrow morning, so my life Is yours. This brought a gasp no more and Do you know, my I tried again: friend, I ventured, where your sister is? He was silent, and I continued: I have told the Senorita, Polito, of my love, and failed miserably, as I deserve. He offered no comment. She told me, today, in the home of the good Tomas, that tomorrow she would wed De Fuentes. Np, he whispered, no! A sort of sacrifice, my friend, for what she imagines I have done for her; a thing that makes me love her very ri,eh. he said. But she would not Not now, there is no need. Besides, now I laughed, Adolfo will marry no one tomorrow, Polito, nor the day after, nor for many days, because the proud colonel will never go into the cathedral and stand up before the people of Caracas with the face that he will be wearing tomorrow. Polito put out a gauntleted hand. You What? he. questioned. have ?" , I have done everything but kill him, my friend, and Manuel and his courageous intrigants stayed me just in time. Something in my blood calls for his life. We are proud, Polito, and he has called me ladrone. In New Orleans did he not try to kill me? Polito nodded, and many weary miles were put behind us before another word was spoken. The moon was yet an hour above the crest of the Carabobo hills when we passed through the sleeping hamlet of Cua and, turning our horses toward the southeast, took the broad road that led to Ocumare. From Ocumare we went south again, between fields of cane and maize, and of melons barely visible in the graying dawn. Swiftly we took the gentle ascent approaching the broad range that is the barrier betwen the waters of the Orinoco and the Caribbean sea. We thundered through a canon, and a pass opened out ahead of us, a wide pass on the southern rim of a vast amphitheater. Here we stopped our panting horses and surveyed the scene ahead of us. Beyond the pass would lay, manifestly, the valley of the Orinoco, and the valley of the Orinoco would be, we knew, under control of those who served Bolivar. Polito, I said, I do not know why you approach the lines of the revolutionists. You are, therefore, in danger, for a Spanish officer in the hands of Venezuelans who have heard, ere this, of Tucayan would have little chance for his life. Ocumare, with safety for you, lies not so far behind us." He sat with' head averted. I do not care, he whispered; could we not ? You throw your life away, Senor; besides, the Senorita Dulce will surely need you. ' he Senor," But, whispered, , . will?" I think It had been his desire to ask what chance I, in Spanish uniform, might have with the followers of Bolivar, but an interruption came, an interruption in the guise of a body of armed horsemen, who, approaching from the southward, appeared in the pass, ,weapons gleaming in the morn- ride throughout the night;, ride swiftly, for the mounts you have are the best this city affords. Sunrise should find you beyond Ocumare, where the lines of Bolivar begin, and where you ing light. A I am terrified, Senor! will find safety. Now, adios of to both I turned upon my companion in you! pleasant trip With the flaming Southern cross to amazement, for Polito would never Mother of G d, point the way, with the glory of the have said that full moon above, the open country Senorita, what madness Is this? I had ridden beside her through the ahead, a fine horse between my knees, and a companion . ... well, perhaps night, had talked of many things. .What had I said, what stupid blunders my companion did lack necessary comhad I made? I had professed a deathpanionable qualities. Yet I could attribute some of his silence to his cold less love for her, and had failed to and the rest of it to the black thoughts see through a simple disguise. But that must possess him, for no man for that look of terror in her' eyes I , turns his back upon his country with should have laughed. I I would leave Caracas, Senor. a light heart. She had given herself into my With a sidelong glance I studied the ... . Ii is not necessary to give-i- n to headaches. It is just a bit The modem woman who a headache coming on at any time, takes some tablets of Bayer feels Aspirin and heads it oil. Keep Bayer Aspirin handy, and keep your engagements. Headaches, systemic pains, come at inconvenient times. So do colds. 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Of course, it makes money for me, but It Is not good for them. I ppoke of this swift pace at which you Americans g, to a friend of mine who laughed and replied : Ah, yes, you are right On my last visit to New York, a man who stopped on a street corner to tie his shoe was pointed out as an old landmark. Mons. you? Aye the swarthy Manuel, the ; clever ugly sailor who happens to be that portion of the brain of Bolivar which operates In Caracas. Humph, he growled. He considered my horse, and I saw an acquisiA fine tive gleam in his black eyes. horse, Senor." "Aye; a gift from Manuel." He would look well under a colonel, dont you think?" Very well, Senor, though, unfortunately, I do not expect to become a colonel." Now he laughed, but his eyes were cold, and his laughter was not a pleasant thing to hear. The wings you will soon possess, Senor, will render the use of a poor earthly horse unnecessary. How I wanted to thrust my fist into that smiling face of his, to discompose the even order of his teeth, to get my fingers He must have sensed my murderous passion, for he uttered a short command, and two of the llaneros grasped me by the arms. This officer with the bandaged head whose safety seemed so precious a thing to you, Senor, you do not tell me who he is. The Dauphin will do as well as anyone, said I. Very well; one life Is little enough to spend to save the Dauphin. I congratulate you. The sun, Senor, is just coming over the rocky crest of yonder mountain an excellent time indeed. You may view it as you die. It Is more than many a poor Venezuelan has been permitted to do. 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