Adventure, June 1911 — page 84: what you’re looking at

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270 hot-house, revealing it, cleansing it, but the door was shut now, and the air was danker than ever—spent, stale, heavy with forced blooms. | Gelbhauser, thudding solidly on his slim motint, reined in beside her, a chastened cheer gon his wide face. ‘‘All’s well that endsewell, eh, Miss Millard? I’m sorry I was so upset last night. I hope I don’t have to%pxplain to you that it wasn’t the broken window. It was the principle of the thing. ~ By the way, Collier will be in town the night we get in, and I want to consult you about a little party-——” IN SPITE of the multiplicity of cares which kept him at home, the ' master of Las Golondrinas spent the morning on his upper veranda, like Sister Anne, watching every cloud of dust, and Romaldo found him waiting at the gate. Adventure “Sefior,”’ he said, “I am your-—” “Did you give her the note, Romaldo?”’ ‘But surely, sefior, and she has read it, two times, and three. And the young sefior has laughed out with a great gladness, and torn a leaf from his book, and held his hat for her to write upon, and the fat sefior has looked evilly upon——” ““Where is it?” Romaldo had never seen his revered em- ployer grab before. The revered employer also read two times and three. —but I am not, wot, NOT engaged to him, and I never— “Sefior,” said Romaldo, politely and patiently, “I am your Honor’s, servant who a ‘Saddles my horse!” cried his master. ‘And gets a month’s wages if I make the two-ten for Vera Cruz!” . * et a S A STEP sounded at the street door the Widow McGlynn glanced significantly at her daughter, and . the two, as though acting upon a signal, jerked the corners of their aprons to their moist eyes and assumed an air of cheerfulness. But rapid as the change had been, it did not escape the quick eye of the rh ‘ THE FIGHT OF PATSY MSGLYNN BY EDWARD ALEXANDER PHILLIPS powerfully built young man who suddenly appeared in the doorway and now sent his searching, half-accusing gaze from one to the other. “Crying again, eh?” he challenged, more in deprecation of a foolish habit than in unkindness toward those who indulged it. “Well, I suppose it does women-folks good. CoOnmnicoooks (©