bring her back to be his wife. He
felt superhuman strength and re
sourcefulness. He -was sure she
had loved him, and Keconld make
her love him again. He would de
vote a life of service to her. He
knew he would succeed.
He took the morning train for
Tampa and made his way to the
cigar factory, vThere, having ob
tained an interview with the man
ufacturer, he stated his case bold
ly. "You are under a mistake,
senor' said the Spaniard coldly,
when Murdoch had finished. "I
have no daughter. If I had one I
might find your suggestion in
"But " stammered the other.
"It is not our custom, sir, to
place the portraits of our daugh
ters upon cigar boxes for the in
spection of the world. However,
I think you are sincere, and, as t
happen to know where you can
find the Senorita Dolores, I will
tell you. Go to number 192 Aven
ida Otranta at nine o'clock this
evening and you will assuredly
meet her there."
He bowed and, 'with a cynical
smile, passed into his office,
shrugging his shoulders. He was
a very busy man, and whatever of
sentiment there had once been in
his nature had long ago been
driven out by Americanization.
Still, it was droll, very droll ! He
wished he could spare the time to
go to the Avenida that evening in
order to witness the meeting.
However he shrugged his shoul
ders, again nd speedily forgot
Jhematter," - ,
In Bull's cabaret, No. 193
Avenida Otranta' the usual
throng tyas assembled at nine
o'clock that evening. Senor Bull, .
an enterprising Yankee from
Philadelphia, certainly knew how1
to cater to the tastes of his pat
rons. Senor Bull's wines, for ex
ample, had never seen any but
European suns; they were not
doctored, homegrown admix
tures. And Senor Bull's singing
and dancing ladies were no fifjth
rate'cafe chantant entertainers,
but celebrities from New York
and Havana. As for Senorita"
Dolores, he had picked her up in "
an "obscure music hall, and it was
shrewdly said that the ten days'
scandal which had brought her
into the limelight had been t ac
tually engineered, if not invented;
by Senor Bull himself. Certainly
the senorita, whose portrait
adorned cigar "boxes, bill posters,
and other such places, justified
her fame, for few could dance'
more divinely or set fh,e hearts of
Tampa's youths beating more'
When she came forward'oh the.
stage that night the audience at
the little tables broke into a storm
of bravos. Attired as a matador,
in short scarlet skirts, holding
her dart with its fluttering ban
derole, she bowed and kissed her
hands to the audience and capered
forward and began her song.
It was a fine 'song and it went
to the hearts of the Cubans who
heard "her. It told of wine and
love and battle, so rousing their
spirits that they saw in the senor
ita the vertible incarnation pji
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