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Don’t miss “Christophine Dis- covers America” by Nina Wilcox Putnam. LRINE: EYES T'HIS WEEK | Bride of the Singing Peddler | was inscribed the name and fame of Carlos. When Dolores left the cemetery, Pedro was at her side. “You must go back tomorrow and ask them to open the grave,” he de- clared. "“Say you forgot to remove a | ring from your husband’s finger, one of no real value in itself, but an heir- loom that was to be handed down to your son. Then you can get the jewels.” Dolores numbly nodded agreement The manager of the cemetery, a | pompous, stout little man, listened courteously to the girl’s petition. *‘It can be arranged, but I fear it will be a bit expensive. Say fifty pesos.” When he found she had no money he asked, “Did we not make a special concession in your case, and let you have the grave for one year’s rental, with your promise to pay the balance later on? Here's what you can do: Wait until the year is up, and get your ring when they take the coffin out for nonpay- ment of the rent. Then it won’t cost much to have it put back again."” Dolores thanked him and left, followed by her baffled escort. ] Pedro’s spirits rose, however, when | it began to dawn on him how lucky he | was that Dolores had been able to pay only for such a short time. After all, a year wasn’t so very long to wait for a fortune. Again he offered to take the place of Carlos, and again Dolores scorned him. “All right,” he said grimly, ‘‘only you'll have to stay here until the time is up, and then divide the gems with me.” | Ever since the death of her husband, Dolores had heen so benumbed by grief she had given little thought to anything else, and Pedro had scemed just a part of the whole nightmare. Only now did she begin fully to re- alize the dilemma she was in. She | groped vainly in her mind for a way | out; a vague, grotesque plan began to take form. *“Very well,” she assented, her eyes narrowing slightly, “'I'll stay, and give you half the jewels; but only on con- dition that you leave me entirely Eagerly Pedro agreed. ‘I warn you, though,” he added, ‘‘if you betray me, or try to run away, I'll turn you over to the police — or kill you myself.” Dolores curtly nodded her under- standing; and as they had now reached the cabin, she entered, shut- ting the door sharply in Pedro’s face. For now she had two things to live for: Little Carlos and — revenge. Pedro returned to his work in the mine, and every day his task grew more and more irksome. Why should he, who in a year would be a mil- lionaire, slave for others? He let out a hint of his coming wealth, and found everyone very gullible and willing to extend him credit; so he quit his dis- tasteful labor, and began leading a life of ease. Dolores, on the other hand, found employment with some makers of pot- tery in the city, and began carefully hoarding every centavo possible. At last the time came when a child was born to Dolores, and as her lover had predicted, it was a boy. From then on she went to work daily with Car- litos slung in a shawl on her back. One morning she met the sergeant of rurales on the street; recognizing her, he drew in his horse sharply. “I’'m sorry we've never been able to find the murderer of your hus- band,” he said. ‘‘Have you, by any chance, anything new to tell us?”’ “Nothing. And I'm sure you've done all that anyone could.” After a brief pause she asked, shyly: “Tell me, senor, if you caught a thief in the very act of stealing, what would you do?” The sergeant shrugged; then, tap- ping his carbine significantly, winked. As the months went by, Pedro found it ever more difficult to be con- * | vincing to his lenders, though he had | grown so bold as to name the very day he was to receive his fortune. He | had borrowed every centavo he could from every friend, and even managed to start an account in most of the cantinas in the city; yet he was finding | it harder and harder to keep happily { drunk every day. Continued from page nine Dolores, even with the added ex- pense of Little Carlos, had succeeded in saving a goodly sum, for it had not been long before her skill and origi- nality had enabled her greatly to increase her earnings. Once in a while Pedro went to see Dolores to make sure she was still there; but she always received him so coldly that he made his visits short, never dreaming she had any money, seeing how poorly she lived. However, for the week before the lease on the grave was to expire, Pedro came to the hut every evening, and Dolores noted how greatly the year had changed him. From a robust, care- free yoyth, he had turned into a thin, haggard man, nervous and irritable, with furtive, haunted eyes. The day before the coffin was to be taken from its tomb was a miserable one for Pedro. He was pestered con- tinuously by his creditors, reminding him of his agreement to pay them on the morrow; some even made dire threats should he fail. Sunrise found him pacing impa- tiently before the little cabin on the hillside, and Dolores and he were waiting at the gate of the cemetery when it was opened. The first man they met was carrying a spade, and Pedro accosted him eagerly. ““Tell me, who is the one that opens a grave when the lease expires?”’ “Why, I am,” the man replied. Taking him by the arm, Pedro led him quickly towards the wall where Carlos had been buried; yet as they drew near, he suddenly stopped short, petrified. The recess was empty — just a yawning, black cavity. Pedro collected his wits and hastily ex- amined the near-by niches, but he could find no tace of Carlos. ““Well, who are you looking for?"” impatiently asked the gravedigger. “Carlos Dominguez — I'd swear he was buried right here!” The other scratched his head a moment in thought, then brightened. “I remember now — Lopez told me all about it, for it was a bif unusual. It seems just a few days ago a relative of the deceased — the corpse’s sister, I think he said she was, though what she looked like he couldn’t say, be- cause she was weeping, and kept her face hidden with her rebo:o. Well, anyway, she came and paid to have the body put into a permanent grave, over on that side,”” and he pointed to another part of the wall. “Did she open the coffin?’ de- manded Pedro. *Did she have the key?"’ countered the gravedigger. Pedro turned sharply to Dolores, and she, in wide-eyed blankness, held up the key. Abruptly Pedro hurried to the part of the wall the man had indicated, where he stood, staring stupidly at the new resting place of Carlos. After a little while Dolores led him away; and he, dazed into dumbness, walked by her side back to the cabin. The girl went straight to a little cupboard, and taking out a bottle of tequila, opened it, and silently held it out to Pedro. Grabbing it with eager, shaking hands, he drank the raw liquor in huge gulps, stopping at last when forced to take a breath. Only then did Dolores speak. ‘“What are you going to do?” “l don’t know — I’'m in a terrible mess. The least that can happen to me is to be sent to jail, and some of the people I owe might even kill me, if I don’t pay them today.”” And again he sought bravery from the bottle. “You can hide here until dark,”” Dolores said, decisively, “‘then go to the cemetery and get the jewels.” Pedro cringed. “No, not that!” “So you're just a coward,” the girl taunted him, ‘“‘terrified by the men- tion of a graveyard.” Pedro drank in sulky silence. Sud- denly he brightened. “I haveit! I'll get Gomez to help me — he isn't afraid of the Devil himself!” *“You will not! Do you think I've waited all this time just to be cheated out of my half of the treasure now? He'd demand too big a share; or, more likely, stab vou to death and take it all.”” Pedro shuddered. he hastily admitted. “Of course,” turning away exultation. “You're nght,” I'll do it alone.” Dolores, betray her assented lest she Dolores soon left him to go to her work. By what seemed to Pedro some happy chance the little cupboard was well-stocked with tequila, so all day long he bolstered up his valor with the fiery liquor. It was after dark when Dolores returned to the cabin and found Pedro | in an artificially audacious humor. They decided he could start at once, for no one was likely to be near the cemetery then, and later on there would be a moon. She gave him the key to the coffin, and equipped with a chisel and mallet, and carrying a shaded lantern — as well as a full bottle of tequila — Pedro stole off on his ghoulish venture. Scarcely had his footsteps died away when Dolores hurried down a winding path that led to the house of her nearest neighbor. Here she found Juan, a little lad of eight, waiting for her. ‘*Are you ready to run an errand for me, as you promised?’’ she asked. “Then go straight to the rurales, and say exactly this — ‘[ just saw a man breaking into a grave at the ceme- tery."”’ Juan hurried off on his mission, while Dolores turned back up the hill. Pedro had some difficulty in finding the cement slab that sealed the grave of Carlos, but he finally located it, and set to work, pausing now and then to fortify his courage from the bottle. A small squad of rurales, led by a sergeant, came quetly to the gate of the cemetery, and peered in. They could plainly see Pedro and what he was doing. *‘Shall we arrest him?"’ whispered one of the men. “What! A grave-robber?” sneered the sergeant. “Why bother with such scum? I'll yell at him, and when he runs — we'll have a little target practice!” The men snickered agreement. Dolores was standing tensely in the | doorway of her little cabin, listening, her face turned towards the last resting-place of her lover. Through the quiet of the night came the sharp crack of a volley of carbine fire — then stillness. Crossing the room, Dolores went to the green stone and pulled it from the wall. She reached in the hole and took out a little leather bag, like a tobacco pouch. Swinging Carlitos on her back in his shawl, she silently disappeared into the darkness. Earthquakes from the Moon? Continued from page five From our present knowledge one dares assign no derinite date for the next great earthquake, but one can state with reasonable assurance that it is likely to occur in the regions just mentioned. There is also a likelihood, although the probability is much less, that earthquake disturbances may occur along the fault line passing the Atlantic seacoast into Iceland. As long as man continues to inhabit earthquake regions of the globe, further investigations of the occur- rences and the behavior of earth- quakes is of the utmost importance. The innate love of home precludes all possibility that civilization will cease to rise in earthquake-ridden countries. With utmost confidence frail man re- builds his towers and his palaces over ruined cities in the face of a new disaster. Yet science has greatly reduced the risk of future catastrophes by teaching mankind in such regions to build structures designed to withstand even violent earthquake shocks. It is frail structures, plastered masonry walls without proper reinforcements, that have caused most of the loss of life where Mother Earth is her worst. \ & Coming NEXT ISSUE ERNEST POOLE *“You Gotta Know the Town”’ — | Ernest Poole is the noted | | author of many important l novels,short storiesand articles. ! In"YouGotta KnowtheTown"” ' Mr. Poole relates how a boy ' won a vacation for his chums— a story every member of the i family will enjoy. ; GREGORY MASON ‘‘Close Calls in Exploration’ Gregory Mason, famous ex- ,’ plorer and author, claims: “the l jungle is not so dangerous as the big modern city.”” But, to i | the city-man at least, the thrill- ing adventures he tells about in this article will belie his state- ment. 0cTAVUS ROY COHEN “Rhymes and Reasons” A daffy baseball story by one_} of America's most versatile and popular writers, Octavus Roy Cohen. This one concerns a hard-hitting, love -struck third-baseman and what hap- pened when he began writing poetry. Don’t miss it! oo DR. ARNOLD GESELL “He Studies Babies*’ Inside a queer dome is a baby “‘just bemg itself.”” Out- side, looking in, are a group of observers probing the secrets of its growth and development Chief of these observers is Dr. Arnold Gesell. Gove Hambldge tellsall about himand his work. B — B — ’