His moustache was as silk, for he have had never a barber to his face.

And his eyes--Santa Maria!--so soft and so--so melankoly.

When he smile it is like the moonlight.

But," she added, rising to her feet and tossing the end of her lace mantilla over her shoulder with a little laugh--"it is finish--Adelante! Dr-rrive on!" "I don't want to destroy your belief in the connection of your friend with the road agents," said Demorest grimly, "but if he belongs to their band it is in an inferior capacity.

Most of them are known to the authorities, and I have heard it even said that their leader or organizer is a very unromantic speculator in San Francisco." But this suggestion was received coldly by the ladies, who superciliously turned their backs upon it and the suggester.