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re of the frail girl on the bed. She seemed to be weeping, but when she took her hands down from

s raving-a little out of h

ra, but Inez did not

ace seller said, with a pretty foreign accent. Only now and then did she

oo glad to help you

me, Senorita," the girl murmured

trying to think of the most simpl

was a-a prisoner," h

d h

ll 'politics.' Yet in our country politics are not what zey are here-so open, with all ze papair

n whether she had u

," encouraged Co

intrigues-I know nozzing of zem-but zey are terrible!" She sp

l charges. We lived on Sea Horse Island-L, it is a Spanish possession of ze West Indies. We w

mories, and then, as swiftly, she apol

ot tire you

out it," said Belle, eagerly. "W

but no, it is impossible!

perhaps we can help

even dare dream zat I could go to my father," sighed Inez, "but perhaps you will be of so great kindness as to take him a mess

ll do so," promised Belle, though her sister rather

ainfully know is zat my father was thrown into prison, and our family and home broken up. My mother

, so I began to make zat my trade. I thought I could save enough to

ope to do that

litical party-himself an exile, who gave me

?" sugges

father, if I could get it to him. But I fear to send it

licated-isn't it?

apairs to my father, he might go free. But how am I to go to Sea Horse Island, when I have not even money to buy

to help you!" dec

ak to my father. He may know of someone on Sea H

yet!" broke in the Spanish girl suddenly. "It

s?" ech

city-and so many lace sellers-not of my country. It is hard for me to make even a pittance. Some of my friends, zey s

he made a bare living, that was all, dwelling in the cheapest places, and subsisting on the coarsest food in order to save her money for her fa

with an instinctive movement t

to live on, by selling her laces, and since reaching Chelton the day-before, she had not sold a penny's worth. Her money was exhausted, and she was nearly on the verge of fainting when she applied at the Kimball

e tinkling laugh. "But I faint in good hands-I am so gratef

o to Sea Horse Isl

ake zese papairs wiz you-and manage to get zem to my father-he could tell you how to help him. For it

s?" asked Cora.

ersed in such zings. A fellow pat

em with you?

nd clutched at her breast. A

He know I have zem, and he try to entrap me. But I am too-what you call foxy, for him! I slip thr

"I forgot all about it in the excitement. It

could free my fath

from the fron

voice!" exclaimed

hat satchel!"

rsued by Walter Pennington. And, as the man fled, he dropped a valise from which trailed a

mysterious ma

apairs!" and she seemed a