earthenware jar under the wooden stand. And outside

ihe house there was a gr c. Decoud lowered his head again over the pocket-book. " I am not running away, you understand." he wrote on. " I am simply going away with that great treas- urr of silver which must be saved at all costs. Pedro tero from the Campo and the revolted garriso: cralda from the sea are converging upon it. That there lying ready for them is only an acci<! The real objective is the San Tome" mine itself, a-s may well imagine; otherwise the Occidental Province would have been, no doubt, left alone for many weeks, in l>e gathered at leisure into the arms of the victorious party. Don Carlos Gould will have enough to do to his mine, with its organization and its people; this 'Imperium in imperio.' this wealth - producing thing, to which his sentimentalism attaches a strange ta of justice. He holds to it as some men hold to the idea of love or revenge. Unless I am much mistaken in the man, it must remain inviolate or perish by an act of his will alone. A passion has crept into his cold and idealistic lite. A passion which I can only com- prehend intellectually. A passion that is not like the passions we know, we men of another blood. But it J8 as dangerous as any of ours. 11 His wife lias understood it too. That is why she ich a good ally of mine. She seizes upon all my suggestions with a sure instinct that in the end t make for the safety of the Gould Concession. he defers to her because he trusts her perhaps, but I . more rather as if he wished to make up for some

subtle wrong, for that sentimental unfaithfulness which