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"I won' t pay you . two r dollais « and v a 1
half, and .1 will Have i my'^things," she
said. "Bring tham up at once." ¦'¦
- The' man* laughed again, - this time
with an. uglier note. ' ,.
' . "I guess not,, young woman," he said,
lounging ; against the balustrade. "I
su'ess- you'll have' to fork^out the two
fifty orjwhistle'.fc;r your things.". ,
•^ Mariposa made no; answer. .Her. hand
"shaking :with rage,,Bhbtbegan^to^fum
ble , in ' her ; pocket ', for ' her purse": ; The
whole* I Garcia^; family, assembled ; in' the
hallway 1 beneath^breathed • audibly in
the tense excitement^ and; kept : moving
their eyes from her to the expressman
and back again. The Chinaman from
the; kitchen had Joined them. ' listening
• The man gave a loud, derisive laugh.
-. "That beats anything!" he said, and
then roared through the door to his
pardr "Say, she wants 'to give iis a dol
lar for' that. load. Ain't that rich?"
There was a moment' of^silence in the
hall. 1 Avulgar wrangle, was almost im
possible to ; the ; girl at ' the Juncture to
which the, ; depressing; and '^hideous
events of the last / few had
brought her. Yet she had still a.glim.
mer of spirit left,' and- her gorge rose
at the Impudent swindle. " • ! >7 >
ever had done before. " r * was only a
-•¦ • ¦? > v.' ¦•'•.-.•*¦
"A dollar!" he shouted. dollar for
that load!"— pointing to the street—
"say, you've got a gall!" .
.Mariposa flushed: She had never
been spoken, to this way before r ln her
life. She leaned over the balustrade
andsaid haughtily: .- , •
"Bring in my things, and when
they're up here I will give you the dol
lar you agreed upon."
with the charmed smile which the me
nials .of that' race always wear on oc
casions of domestic strife. :
-"Say," "said" the man, coming a step
up 'the stairs and assuming a suddenly
threatening air, "I can't stay fooling
j-ound here all day. I want my money,
and I want.it quick. D'ye hear?"
Mariposa's hand closed on the pur3e.
She would have now paid anything to
escape from this hateful scene. At the
same moment she heard a. door .open
behind her, a quick step in the hall,
and a man suddenly stood beside her, at
the stair-head. He was In his shirt
sleeves and he had. a pen in his hand.
The expressman,, who had ; mounted
two or three steps, saw '-him^a'nd, re
colled; looking startled. \. •
"What's the matter with you?", said
the newec-mer shortly. , -•"-¦*
"I Want my money," said the man
doggedly;-; but retreating. . , "¦_ ' "'*"
.1. "Who owes' r y6u, .money? Ana what
:do you mean by making a row like. this
in this house?". ; : \/ . " , V ,'
' "I owe! him- money," said Mariposa.
i,"I agreed to pay him- a dollar for carry
ing my things; here," and now he wants
.two and'a hall and won't give me my
;things vunlessl- pay. It. But I'll pay
what : he : wants rather than fight this
; \vay."-.: '...'¦• ' .... ""';•' ' •¦ ' ¦;.!!'
;:-Stie was conscious of a slight' amused
smile" in t~Vverv keen. and clear gray
eyes the ; man j beside j her -, fastened for
pne llstenine moment on; her, face. '
; :'.'Get your dollar," he said,- "and don't
bother ; any/, more." Then In a loud
voice down' the stairway: ; "Here, step
out arid get the trunks and don't let's
have any. more 'talk about' it. ' Chlng*/'
to the Chinaman, "go out and help that
man with this lady's things." . *-
The Chinaman came forward, still
grinning. The expressman for a mo
"Look here," said the man in the
shirt-sleeves, VI don't want to have to
come downstairs, *Tm 'busy. '
The expressmani with Ching behind
him, hurried out. .
'Marlposa's.* deliverer stood at the
stair-head .'watching them and slightly
smiling. Then he turned to her. She
was: again conscious of how gray and
clear eyes looked in his, sunburned
face. . ,
"I was writing a letter in my room,
"and I heard the sound of strife long be
fore I realized .what was happening.
. Whydfdn't you call me?"
;"!"' didn't, know there was any one
there," she answered. ;|-; .
"Well, the boys ought to have known.
Why didn't. one of you little beggars
come for me?" he said to tho two boys,
who, were clambering slowry up the
Outside of the balustrade staring from
the deliverer to the e*3epressmanr*now
advancing up the steeps with Mariposa's
/ "I liked to ' see 'em fight," ' sajd the
smaller. "I liked it." r-^
=•• "You little' scamp,"* said^ the man,
and, leaning over the stalr-*rall, caught
the ascending cherub by the slack. of
his ; knickerbockers and drew him up
ward/, khrieklng delightedly. On
landing* he gave him a slight shake, and
¦said:. >"C:,:^' •>
• "I don't want to hear any more of
that kind of talk. Next time there's a
fight, call me."
The expressman ' and Ching had now
entered with the luggage. They came
staggering , up the stairs, scraping the
walls with the corners ' of the trunks
and goftly swearing. Mariposa started
for her room, followed by the strange
man and the, two boys.
. -Her deliverer was evidently a person
He turned toward her and threw up
his head as a person does who is going
to epeak emphatically and at length.
Only in raising his head his eyes re
mained on the ground.
"My dear girl," he said in a suave
tone, "you've lived all your life in
these small, half-civilized California
towns, and there are many things about
life in larper and more advanced com
munities you dem't understand. I've
just told you I loved 'you, and you
know that your welfare is of more mo
ment to me than anything in the world.
I would give my heart's blood to make
you harpy- But'.I am just new hardly
in a position to marry. You must un
It was salt" Mariposa gave a low ex
clamation and rose to her feet. He
rviie too. <Vel:r.?r ancry with ?3er*t!.".t
"Meet me in New York or Chicago?"
she reyrsiteil "But why meet me
there? 1 I dc-n't understand. Why not
be marrried here?" j
"We could go easily, witho-ut making
any talk or fuss. Cf course we could
not leave here together. I'd meet you
in Chicago or New York."
He heard her dress rustle as she in
stinctively drew away from him.
For the first time there was a faint
note of uneasiness in her voice. Though
his glance was still bent on the fire,
he knew that she was no longer smil
She looked at him with a girl's
charming embarrassment at the first
fitting of this word to any breathing
man. and blushed deeply arid beauti
fully. Ess*:x felt he mu^t disillusion
her. He looked into the fire.'
"Married," he said Flowly^ "Well, of
course. If v.e were married— ">"?*Z\
He Btorped. gave, her a" lightning
Eid«*-slancc. She was smiling, r . .
. *"WeIl, of course,, we'll, be married,"
she said. "How could we go to Europe
unless we were?"
Still avoiding her eyes, which he
knew were fixed on him in smiling in
quiry, he said In a lowered voice:
"Oh, yes, we could."
"How — I don't understand?"
"Why not?" she answered. "You
know he was to send me. I promised
my mother I would let him take care
of :re. But now that I'm going to be
mrrr!r<l, my — my — husband will take
care of me."
"But you mustn't do that," he said
with a tudden authoritative change of
"And I sha'n't have to be sent by
Mr. Shadjdeton? Oh, I shall be so glad
to tfrll him I'm going with you."
Es^es ttarted— looked at her frown
"Of rourec, with the best masters.
You 11 bo a great prima donna some
"We'll go to Europe, to Italy— that's
the country for you, not this raw
Western town where you're like some
exotic blossom growing In the sand.
You've never seen anything like it,
with the pray olive trees like smoke on
the hillsides, and the white walls of
the villas shining among the cypresses.
We'll have a villa, and. we can walk on
the terrace in the evening and look
down on the valley of the Arno. It's
the piace for lovers, and we're going to
be lovers, Mariposa."
Stil! she did r.c-t understand, and said
"Yt-s. true lovers for always."
"And then we'll go to France, and
«e'!l see Paris — all the great squares
with the lights twinkling, and the Rue.
de Rivoli with gas lamps strung along
it like diamonds on a thread. And the
river— it's black at night with* the
bridpes arching over it, and the lamps,
stabbing down into the water with long
golden zigzags. We'll go to the the
aters and to the opera, and you'll be
the handsomest woman there. And
we'll drive home in an open carriage
trader tho starlight, not saying much,
becauFc; we'll be so happy."
"And shall I study singing?"
"Yc-u are in my arms!" he inter
rupted, and drew her against' him for
his kiss. She turned her face away
and pressed it into his shoulder, as he
held her close, and said:
"And then, all in a morrtent, my
•whole life is changed. It's not an hour
ago that I was sitting here looking into
the fire thinking how miserable I was,
and now — "
"Don't you think things' often change
-when they get to their very worst? It
seemed to me to-night that I was just
to or*en a dc-or that led into the world,
¦where nobody cared for me, or knew
me, or wanted me."
"One person wanted you desperate
gUT that's all over now. You
need never .be lonely again.
I'll always be there to take
care of you. We'll always be
(Copyright. UC3. the Bobbs-Merrill Company.)
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THE PALE HORSE.
"Nicanor lay i!cad in hU harness." — Mac
cabees. ~ ,
The day broke overcast and damp,
one of those depressing days of still,
soft "gray^ness that usher In .the early
ralnj, when the air has a heavy close
ness and the skies seem td sag with the
weight of moisture that is Blow to fall.
There was much to do yet in the rifled
cottage, Mariposa rose to it wan and
heavy-eyed-v The whirl of her own
thoughts during the , long, sleepless
night had not soothed her shame and
distress. She found herself working,
doggedly, with her heart ; like lead in
her breast," and her mouth 1 : feeling .dry
as the scene of the evening before
pressed forward to her attention. She
tried to keep it in the background, but
it would not down. Words, looks, sen
tences, kept welling up to the ""surface
of hcrinlnd, coloring her cheeks with a
miserable crimson,'- filling, her Being
with a sickness of despair. The mem
ory of the kisses followed her from
room to room,' and! task to task. She;
felt " them on her lips as she : moved
about, the lips that' had never known
the kiss, of a lover, arid now seemed
soiled and smirched forever. • .
After" luncheon the red lacquer cabi
net went away. She watched it off as
the last remnant of: the old life. She
felt strangely indifferent to what yes
terday she thought would be so many :
unbearable wrenches... Finally nothing
was left but her own few possessions,
gathered together. In a corner of the
front room — two ' trunks, a screen, a
table, a long, old-fashioned mirror and
some pictures. Yesterday morning she
had bargained with a cheap carter,
picked up on the street corner, to take
them for a dollar, and now she sat
\vaitlnjj for him, . while the day grew
Mariposa stood on the inside of her
room door, holding the knob and trying
to suppress, her "breathing that she
might hear clearly. She heard his
steps, echoing on the bare floor with
curious distinctness. They were, slow
at first; then there was decision in
them; then the hall door banged. She
leaned against the panel, her teeth
pressed on her underllp, her head bowed
c-n her breast.
"Oh. how could he? how could he?"
A tempest of anguish shook her. l3he
crept to the bed and lay there, her face
buried in the pillow, motionless and
dry-eyed, till dawn!
He suddenly, but gently, attempted
to take her in his arms. Though she
did not see she felt his tmich. and with
a cry of horror tore herself away;
rushed past him into the. adjoining
room, and from that into her bedroom
beyc-nd. The bang of the closing door
fell coldly upon Essex's ear.
He stood for a moment listening and
considering. He had a fancy that she
might come back. The house was ab
solutely silent. Then, no sound break
ing its stillness, no creak of an open
ing door echoing through its bare
emptiness, he walked out into the hall,
put on his hat and overcoat and let
himself out. He was angry and dis
gusted. In his thoughts he inveighed
against Marlposa's stupidity. The un
fortunately downright explanation. had
aroused her wrath, and he did not
know how deep that might be. Only as
he recalled her ordering him from the
room he realized that it was not the
fictitious rage he had seen before and
"Oh, don't do that," he said tenderly,
approaching her. "Does my love make
you unhappy? A half -hour ago it was
not like this.". ylV-
"You're right," she said. "I don't un
derstand about life as you dp. T didn't
understand that a man could talk to a
wc-miin as you have done to me and
then strike her such a blow. It'a too
new to me. to learn quickly. I — I— can't
—understand yet. I can't say anything
to you. only that I /don't ever want to
eee you, or hear you. or think of you
"My dearest girl," he said, going a
step tc-ward her, "don't be so severe.
You're like a tragedy queen. Now,
what have I done?"
"I didn't think that a man could have
the heart to v/ound any woman so — any
living creature, and one who cared as I
did — " she stopped, unable to continue.
"But I wouldn't wound you for the
world. Haven't I just told you I loved
you?" i£-: J
"Oh. go," she said, backing away
from him. "Go! 'go away. Never come
near me again. You've debased and
humiliated me forever, and I've kissed
you and told you I loved you. " Why
can't I creep into some corner and die?"
"Mariposa, my darling." he said,
raising his eyebrows with a theatrical
air of incomprehension, "what is it?
I'm quite at sea. You speak to me as
if I'd done you a wrong, and all I've
done is to offer you my deepest devo
tion. Does that offend you?"
"Yes, horribly— horribly!" she cried
furiously. "Go — go out of my sight. If
you've got any manliness or decency
left, go — I can't bear any mare." . 5
She pressed her hands on her face arid
turned from him. ¦
She looked at him straight in the
eyes. The pain and bewilderment had
left her face, leaving it • .white and
tense. He realized that she was not
going to weep and make moan— the
wound had gone deeper. He had
stnbbed her to the heart.
"Oh. I want to," he said with a propi
tiatory shrug. "Of course 1 ,\vant to.
But one can't always do what one
wants. Under the circumstances, as I
tell you, marriage ie impossible."
Khe could say nothing for a moment,
the first moment of cumpre
hension. T!isn she said in si low voice,
still with her senses scattered, "And I
thought you meant it all."
"Meanfwhat? that I love you?-Don't
you trumme? Don't you believe me?
You must acknowledge I understand
life better than you do."
she had forced him to this banal ex
planation. There wore times when her
stupidity could be exasperating.
She was very pale, her eyes dark, her
nostrils expanded. j On her face was an
expression of pitiful bewilderment and
distress. V ¦'¦ ¦
"Then— them— you didn't > want to
marry me?" she stammered with trem
The man stepped into the hall: and
looked up at her. He had a singularly
red and Impudent /ace. '
"Not till I get my.^.'o dollars and/ a
half," he said. ¦ ,;
"Two dollars and a half?" echoed
Mariposa in alarm, for a dollar was be
ginning to loo*- larger to her than it
"It'syour things," yelled the .boys.
"Tell him to bring thenv up," .said
Mariposa, who was now at, the stair-,
head herself. .
Further revelations were stopped by
another ring at the bell. Visitors were
evidently rare, for everybody but Mari
posa flew, to the hall and precipitated
themselves down the stairs. In the gen
eral interest the recent battle .was for
gotten, the rebel earning his pardon by
getting to the door before anyjaneelse.
The newcomer was Marlposa's express-'
man. She had already, seen through the
window the uncovered cart with: her
few belongings glistening with rain.
The driver, a grimy youth -in a
steaming blouse,; was standing in the
doorway with the wet receipt flapping
in his hand, •"'vi'" •- •."¦¦••
"Grandma slaves, too," said the rebe}
*on the stairway; "she slaves more'n
you do, and Uncle Gam slaves the
"That's the way they , always act,"
said Mrs. Garcia despondently, pushing
up her bang so that she could the bet*
ter see- her new guest. "It's no picnic
having no husband and having to slave
"He did break it," said the other hgy
suddenly. "He opened the back door of
it and stuck a hairpin in." .¦> "'•
Mrs. Garcia made a rush at her Bon
with the evident intention of adminis
tering corporal punishment on the spot.
But with a loud, derisive shotit, he
eluded her and dashed ~ through the
doorway. Safe on the stairs, he cried
defiantly: v ;-'.^,s.'-> -
"I ain't done it, and no one can prove
it.". '-y ¦!:-¦'•-. ¦ .- ,'-y
"Your clock don't go," said the cher
ubic boy in a loud voice. "I've tried to
make it, but it only ticks a minute and
"There!" said Mrs. Garcia, with a
gesture of collapsed hopelessness, "he's
been at your clock! I knew he would.'
Have you broken her clock?" fiercely to
the boy. >;; :
"No, I ain't," he returned, not in the
least overawed by the maternal on
slaught. "It were broke when it came."
To-day it dripped with the rest of the
World. As Mariposa let the gate bang
the impact shook a shower from the
tree, which fell c-n her as she , passed
beneath. It seemed to her a bad omen
and added to the almost terrifying sen
sation of gloom that was Invading her.,
Her ring at the bell brought Che
whole Garcia family to the door and
the hall. A child of ten— the elder of
the yo-ung Mrs. Garcia's* boys— opened
it. He was 1 ' in the condition of moist
ure and mud consequent on a game of
baseball on the way home from school.
Behind him crowded a smaller boy— of
a dherubic beauty — arrayed in a very,
dirty sailo-r blouse,- with a still dirtier
wide white cohar, upon which . hung
locks of wispy yellow hair. Mrs. Gar
cia, the younger, came drearily for
ward. She was a thin, pretty, slattern
ly, young woman, very baggy at the
waist, and with the same wtspy yellow,
hair as her son, which she wore In. the
popular bang. It had been smartly .
curled in the morning, but the damp';
had shown it no\ reapect, and it hung..'
down limply nearly into her eyes. Back.;:;
of her, in the dim reaches of/the hall;';',
Mariposa saw the grandmother, the^.
strange old< Spanish; woman,/who spoke;;
no .EhglisJVv'Sh^ looked very <^ld, and*,
small, and was wrtnkled like a
But as she/ericc-untered the girl's' mis- \
erable gaze 'she gave her a gentle" reasr
suring. smile, full *of that curious; pa
tient sweetness 'which comes v In the
faces of the old who have lived kindly.
• The younger members of the family
escorted the new arrival upstairs.' She
had seen her room before, had already
placed therein her piano and many, of
her smaller ornaments, but its bleak
ness struck her anew. She stopped on
the threshold, looking at its chill, half
furnished extent with a sudden throt
tling sense of homesickness. It was a
large room, evidently once the state
bedroom of the house, signs of its past ¦¦
glory lingering in the elaborate -gilt
chandelier, the. .white wallpaper,
strewed with golden wheat-ears, and
the white marble ( mantelpiece, with
carvings of fruit it- the sides. Now she;
saw with renewed clearness' of vision
the threadbare carpet, with a large Ink- .
stain by the table, the rocking-chair:
with one arm gone, the place on*£he
wall behind the sofa where the heads .
of previous boarders had left their,
The servant, who was. to. close and
lock the cottage, begged her to. go, ",
promising to- scjeto the 'shipping "of the
last load. Mariposa needed no special^
urging. ' She felt ¦ that an afternoon,
spent in that dim parlor, looking out
through the bay-window at the fine
elant of }.he rain, would drive her mad.
There was no promise of cheer at the.
Garcia boarding-house, but it was, at
least, not haunted. with memories. "... : .
A half-hour' later, with the precious
desk, containing the marriage certifi
cates and Shackleton'8 gift of money,
under her arm, she was climbing the
hills from Sutter street to that part of
Hyde street in which, the Garcia house
stood. She eyed it ' with deepening
gloom as it revealed itself through the
thin rain. It was a house which even
then was getting old. standing back
from the street on top of a bank, which
was held in pluctf by u wooden bulk
head, surmounted by a low balustrade.
A gate gave access through this, and a
flight, of rc-tting wooden steps led by
zigzags to* the house. The lower story
was skirted ' in front by a balcony,,
which, after the fashion of early San
Francisco architecture, .was encased in
glass. Its roof above slanted up, to the
two lc-ng windows of the front bed
room.. .The popper-tree, of which Mar
iposa had epoken to Essex, was suffi
cient to tell the age of the property, and
to give beauty and picturesqueness- to
the rams-hackle old place. It had
reached an unusual growth and threw,
a fountain c-f drooping foliage over the
balustrade and one long limb, upon 'the
balcony roof. '¦-. . .,-•
duller outside, and the . fog began to
Bift itself into fine rain. . ¦ .
to whom the usages of society were
matters of indifference. He entered
the room without permission or apol
ogy and stood looking inquiringly
about him. his glance passing from the
bed to the fvide. old-fashioned bureau,
the rocking-chair with its arm off and
the ink-stain on the carpet. As the
men entered with their burdens, he"^
"You look as if you'd bp short of
chairs here. I'll see that you get an
t-ther rocker to-morrow."
Mariposa wondered if Mrs. Garcia
was # about to end her widowhood and
thi3 was the happy man.
He stood about as the men set down
the luggage, and watched the transfer
of the dollar from ilariposa's white
hand to the dingy one of. her late ene
my. The boys also eyed this transac
tion with speechless attention, evident
ly anticipating a second outbreak of
hostilities. But Deace had been re
stored and would evidently rule as
long as the sunburned man in the
This he appeared to Intend doing. He
suggested a change in the places of one
or two of Mariposa/s pieces of furni
ture, and showed her how she could us© ,
her screen to hide the bed. He looked^
annoyed over a torn strip of loose wall
paper that" huug dejected, revealing a
long seam of 'plaster N like a seared
scar. Then he went to- the window and
pushed back the curtains of faded rep.
"There's a nice view from here on
sunny days down Into, the garden."
Mariposa felt she must show Interest, *
and went to the window, too. The pane
was not clean, and the view com
manded nothing but the splendid foun
tain-like foliage of the pepper-tree and
below a. sodden strip of garden in which
limp chrysan them urns hung their
heads, while a ragged nasturtium vine
tried to protest its vigor by flaunting a
few blossoms from the top of the fence.
It seemed to her the acme of forlorn
ness. The crescendo of the afternoon's
unutterable despondency had reached
Its climax. Her sense of desolation
welled suddenly up into overwhelm
ing life. It caught her by the throat.
She made a supreme effort, and said in
a shaken voice: '.-'- »T
"U looks rather damp now." A
Her companion turned from the win-i
"Here, boys, scoot," he said to the
two boys who were attempting to open
the trunks with the clock key. "You've
got no business hanging round here.
Go down and'study your lessons."
They obediently left the room. Mari
posa heard their jubilantly clamorous
descent of the stairs. She mada no at
tempt to leave the window, or to speak
to the man, who still remained moving
about as if looking for something. The
light was growing dim in the dark win
try day, but the girl still stood with
her face to the pane. She knew that if
the tears against which she fought
should come there would be a deluge
of them. Biting her lips and clenching
her hands, she stood peering out.
speechless, overwhelmed by her
Presently the man said, as If speak
ing to himself:
"Where the devil are the matches?
Elsie's too careful for anything."
She heard' him feeling about on
shelves and tables, and after a moment
"Did you see where the match^it
were? I want to light the gas."
"There aren't any," she answered
He gave a suppressed exclamation,
and, opening the door, left the room.
"With the withdrawal of his restrain
ing presence the tension snapped. Mar
iposa sank down in the chair near the
window, and the tears poured from her
eyes, tears in torrential volume, such
as her mother had shed twenty-five
years before in front of Dan Moreau's
Her grief seized her and swept her
away. She- shook with It Why could
she not die and escape from this hide
ous world? It bowed her like a reed
before a wind, and she bent her face
on the chair arm and trembled and
She did not hear the door open, nor
know that her solitude was again in
vaded, till she heard the man's step be
side* her. Then she started up, stran
gled with sobs and indignation.
•'Is it you again?" she cried. "Can't*
you see how miserable I am?"
-• "I saw it the moment I came out of
f my room this afternoon," he answered
quietly. "I'm sorry I disturb you. I
only w,anted to light the gas and get
the place a little more cheerful and
•warm. It's too cold in here. You go on
"crying. Don't bother about me; I'm
going to light the flre."*
She obeyed him, too abject in her mis
j ery to care. He lit all the sases in the
* gilt chandelier, and then knelt before
•the fireplace. Soon the snapping of the
wood contested the silence with the
small, pathetic noises of the woman's
weeping. She felt — at first withont con
sciousness — the grateful warmth of the
blaze. Presently she removed the wad
of saturated handkerchief from her
face. The room was inundated by a
flood of lisht, the leaping gleam of the
flames licking the glaze of the few old
fashioned ornaments and evoking un
certain gleams from the long mirror
standing on the floor in the corner.
The man wa3 sitting before the flr«.
He had his coat on now, and Maripo<n3f
could see that he was tall and powerful,
a bronzed and muscular man or about
thirty-five years of age, wnh a face
tanned to mahogany color, thick brown
hair and a brown mustache. His hand,
as it rested on his knee, caught her eye;
it was well formed, but worn as a la
"Don't you want to come and sit near
the fire?" he said, without moving his
She murmured a negative.
"I see that your- clock la all off," he
continued. . "There's something the
* matter with it. I'll fix It for you this
He, rose and lifted the clock from the
* mantelpiece. It was a small timepiece
of French gilt, one of the many pres
ents herxfather had given her mother
in their days of affluence.
As he lifted it Mariposa suddenly ex
perienced a return of misery at the
thought that he was going. At the
idea of being again left to herself her
Wretchedness rushed back upon h^J
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