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tbese things, They stood up on
thefloor, upon the chairs, wav
ingftflieir hats, shouting for an en
(prot And, whirling in the play
of cqlored lights, until she seemed
like a sea. fairy' entangled in
masses -of filmy drapery, the -senorita
..Then, of a sudden, she stopped
Sh.e stopped and stood perfectly
still, her "eyes fixed on the au
dience no, on one of the au
dience; on a man who came for
ward, elbowing his way through
the crowds and pushing forward
toward the stage, He tossed aside
the men who stood in his way,
flung the ushers aside as though
they were puppets.; tables went
crashing down, with their assem
bled glasses, and chairs sent
spinning among the audience.
And -still he pressed forward; he
gained the stage, leaping upon
it oyer the footlights. Still the
senorita stoo dumb and motion
less, but there was a look of hor
ror in her eyesand now she put
up her hands, as though to hide
her face. That was all that the
audience saw, for the curtain fell
and hid them, and in front of 4t
a heaving multitude of men ragged
and shouted and demanded the
senorita; while some, suspecting
a.tragedy, began crowding to
ward the exit, to intercept the
senorita at the stage door
But Murdoch knew nothing
save that he had found her again.
He drew her into the wings,and,
hofdtng her hands, stood .gating
at her triumphantly.
'Come'' he said
'Come? Where?" echoed tii;ed it about her.
senorita, for the first time finding
her voice. But it was brokeif
with tears and filled with-' shame.
The banderole, fluttering from
the lance which she still held, the
spangled dress with its abbreviat
ed,, scarlet skirt, looked pitifully
tawdy now. '
"Why did you come here?"
she sobbed indignantly. "Why
couldn't you .have forgotten me?
You have no right to judge me
because I am just a dancing girL"
"I haven't judged you," said
Murdoch quietly. "I want you ta
come with me. Answer ihe one
question, Dolores Do you love
me or rather did you love me
that day when I asked you to be
"Yes, I loved you," she said.
"But how could I tell you what I
was you, who would never have
understood? You have never met
women like me. Do you want ta
know why I went to Big Cypress?
I hated my life, I wanted to be
free. I wanted to forget myself
and never remember what I was.
But when I met you I saw how
deep a gulf lay between. I knew
?then that I never could escape my
destiny. 1 was just a Cuban danc
ing girl, making a spectacle of
.myself night after night for
Bmoney, and if I-had married you
and not told you that I was the
notorious Dolores barcia some
day you would have discovered it.
couldn t bring that dishonor
noon vou. i)0 L came back. JNow
Murdoch laughed rather grim
Jy as Iip found her cloak and fold--