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(Copyright by"W. G Chapman.)
It was m the splendor of the
Florida sunset Iftafe Ned Mur
doch told Dolores of his love.
He was resting upon his oars,
half Way between thte mainland
and Cypress Key. Under their
boat the blue tides ran swiftly;
J : .
Framed in'the Rustic Door.
the rustling palmettos filled the
air with murmurs; the scent of
the blossoming orange trees was
borne out to them from the in
land groves. And from west to
east the sky was aflame with
"Dolores' said the young
planter, "will you stay here and
She started and looked at him
intently. A warm red colored her
cheeks, and the slanting, sidelong
glance of her eyes became direct;
nriH 4-MfAOT lim. atratt1 iat1a1 4
"Your wife!" she murmured
and her fingers clutched the row
locks convlusively for a moment.
"No!" she continued hurriedly.
"You -don't know who I am qr
anything about me.'
"I don't care," Murdoch cried.
"I know that I love you. It isn't
much I offer you it's very dif
ferent here from what you haje
at home in Tampa " f
"At home in Tampa," she re
peated mechanically, in. r
quaint Spanish accent. "
She had drifted jnto Big Cy
press in May, when the last of the
tourists had left Florida and the
hotel was closed. She had come
froml Tampa, she explained lan
guidly; a touch of fever, a need
for rest, for change. No, sheiad
never been so far north before,
pr to so little a place. She rentei
a little cottage near the house.
Smce then two Weeks haJ
passed, and on the morrow sh
was to go. She would never come
back:vthey knew, that brilliant!
'bjrdftaf passage whp had lingered
cnere caiKing-wun tne nsnermen,
petting the fat children upon the
wharves, or reclining lazily in the
shade of a palmetto tree, puffing
at her vanilla cigarette a haTfit
admired by the men but made the
subject of vicious comment by the
fishermen's wives. Sometimes
Ned Murdoch would take her ia