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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
Disarmed, but still raging, he was soon hurled bodily into the street.
The next day Eosa wrote again to Jack. The nruchacho to whom she entrusted the note had been promised an unlimited number of cigaritos. Before he could leave the room, however, Don Jose had seized the note and read it.
"It is well !" he exclaimed. "I could do no better. Thou shalt take the note," he added, handing it back to the boy. "Let the American come. I will meet him here."
The muchacho started on his errand with alacrity. He wanted those cigaritos. Jose sat on the edge of the table and fondled his dagger with the tenderness of a mother. Eosa shuddered as she looked upon him, but she could devise no means by which she might warn her lover. Then the messenger returned. He had traveled very swiftly for a Peon on a warm day but he wanted those cigaritos.
"The Americano will be here," he announced. "He is coming even now."
"Buenos !" exclaimed Jose, thrusting a revolver into the hands of the boy. "Thou wilt stand without. Shouldst thou see one come to the window, shoot to the death. Saba ?"
"Si, senor," answered the muchacho, as he left the room.
"Don Jose, for the love of heaven — " pleaded Eosa, but he interrupted her, pointing to the door of the inner room.
"Go, thou," he commanded. And she feared to disobey.
From the inner room she heard Jose walking about. She knew he was
growing impatient. In imagination she saw Jack coming without warning into the house which Jose was determined he should never leave alive. Had he already come? She listened intently. Someone was walking toward the window. With a low moan she pressed her hands over her face and rocked to and fro. A shot rang out.
"Dios! Dios! Madre de Dios !" she screamed, rushing into the room. "He is slain — my lover is slain — ." She paused abruptly. "Holy heaven! He is not here. It is Don Jose !"
She fell on her knees beside the still form and felt for the beat of the heart. There was none. The muchacho had done his work well. He had shot to the death the first person who had attempted to look out of the window. Kneeling beside the dead man, Eosa realized that Jose had spoken bis own death sentence when he gave his command to the boy.
"It is the will of God," she murmured. "Ay, Dios de mi alma — if it had been the other who was slain !"
Hearing a step without she hastily pulled a cover over the lifeless form. She made the sign of the cross, then placed her fingers to her lips as Jack entered the room.
"My darling — "
" 'Sh !" interrupted the girl, pointing to the prostrate form lying before the window. "Ay, yi ! Don Jose sleep. He no wake more. I love you and I go. Bime-bye we ask Padre Carmelo to say a mass for his soul."
"Art does not represent things falsely, but truly as they appear to mankind/'— Buskin, The Stones of Venice.