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614 more than the girl had done, yet she very naturally laid all her sorrow to the credit of Margaret. “It’s up on La Cabeza,” ran on Mar- garet happily. ‘‘ You know where the side to the east slopes out into a shoulder?”’ ce Yes.”’ “‘ That’s the place for the house Edward is going to build. We came back for paper, and now he’s going to go up there and sketch the outlines for the plan. -Perfectly wonderful site. You see, when the dam is finished, and the water backed up the val- ley, it will be a regular lake. That will be the back view. There’s to be a patio, with the house surrounding it in two wings, a sort of hexagon.” She began to draw the idea in with her hands, fixing the plan in the air so that che kept one eye upon it and one eye upon Mrs. Garth. the center of the patio! look down on the desert—” “It won’t be a desert then,” Garth. “Of course not. All green, and every inch of it due to your work. That will be in front, looking away down through the front wings of the house. Think of that when the blue comes in the evening and draws across the green things. And then toward the back we’ll look down on the lake—miles and miles of water going up the Chiluah. Those sloping hills will make wonderful beaches, Edward.” > One way we'll “T hadn’t thought of that. Coming, mother?”’ “T guess I'll stay here.” She saw his relief, shook her head at Margaret, and a moment later the pair were gone again. It seemed to her as if their voices grew more joyous as soon as they were away from her. A house! ‘There could be only one meaning in that. She knew that when a girl begins to plan a home with a man she generally,- consciously or unconsciously, figures herself in it. So far Margaret was probably going ahead innocently enough. Edward had not asked the important ques- tion, that was plain. But while they. conned over those plans, while they sat together imagining the furniture, anything might ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ‘‘TImagine the outlook from put in _ thoughts. happen. Mrs. Garth sat bolt upright in her chair, staring, as if a ghost faced her. Of course it was the impulse ef the mo- ment which was sweeping the girl away. She was several thousand miles away from her own home and people. She lost her perspective and judged Edward as he wished to be: judged—in his own setting, where he was a king among men. After- ward, in the time of awakening, She would begin to make comparisons, and then life would be hell for them both. If only some of Margaret Tyson’s own New York friends were there to keep her in touch with facts —at this point Mrs. Garth actually cried out, a low, hoarse note of exultation. Then she rang the bell beside the chair. To the mozo who opened the door in answer, she-said: ‘‘ Have you heard of a certain Mr. Henry Tyson here in La Blanca?” . The mozo frowned to collect his thoughts, and then shook his head. Mrs. Garth drew in her breath impatiently. It was stupid that she did not know the man’s address, though his sister lived in her house. ““Miss Tyson’s brother,” she explained eagerly. ‘A young man with yellow hair like that of Miss Tyson. Ain’t you heard of him? Yellow hair, and—” : ‘“‘ El Oro!” cried the mozo, and his eyes and teeth flashed at once. “ Si, st, senora! El Oro! I know him well- I know Rodri- guez, and Rodriguez is his friend.” ““Go bring him here. Go tell him that I wish to see him at once—please!”’ The mozo stared an instant, for he was unused to such precise commands from the little old lady; then he nodded and disap- peared. And Mrs. Garth picked up her sewing and the broken trend of her They must not marry! - It was not more than a half-hour before the mozo appeared again, breathless, and his eyes shining. He‘had seen and talked to El Oro, and he had many things to tell his fellows about the strange man. ‘““El—Senor Tyson is here,” he an- nounced. Then he burst out: “ Sefior El Oro himself, senora!’’ “Bring him here to me!” commanded Mrs. Garth, and she centered her attention on her stitches. She was perfectly cool and a] ar | fro IY ATE | Comnpieooks.c Conn Google =".