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Kismine sprang to her feet, the jewels in her pockets jingling, a question on her parted lips, but instinct told John that there was no time for words. They must get off the mountain without losing a moment. He seized a hand of each, and in silence they threaded the tree-trunks, washed with light now and with the rising mist.
Suddenly the whole portico of the negro quarters cracked asunder, a geyser of flame shot up from under the colonnades, and great fragments of jagged marble were hurled as far as the borders of the lake. "There go fifty thousand dollars' worth of slaves," cried Kismine, "at pre-war prices. So few Americans have any respect for property." John renewed his efforts to compel her to leave.
Obediently Kismine put her hand in her pocket and tossed two handfuls of glittering stones before him. "Not so bad," cried John enthusiastically. "They aren't very big, but-Hallo!" His expression changed as he held one of them up to the declining sun. "Why, these aren't diamonds! There's something the matter! "By golly!" exclaimed Kismine, with a startled look. "What an idiot I am!"
Once when my sister Jasmine was a little girl she pushed him downstairs and he just got up and limped away. "Mother was well, a little startled," continued Kismine, "when she heard that you were from from where you are from, you know. She said that when she was a young girl but then, you see, she's a Spaniard and old-fashioned."
A little scream from the two girls interrupted his sentence. "Don't you see?" sobbed Kismine hysterically. "The mountain is wired!" Even as she spoke John put up his hands to shield his sight. Before their eyes the whole surface of the mountain had changed suddenly to a dazzling burning yellow, which showed up through the jacket of turf as light shows through a human hand.
I should marry the daughter of some well-to-do wholesale hardware man from Omaha or Sioux City, and be content with her half-million." "I knew the daughter of a wholesale hardware man once," remarked Kismine. "I don't think you'd have been contented with her. She was a friend of my sister's. She visited here." "Oh, then you've had other guests?" exclaimed John in surprise.
"Yes it's that Italian who got away " Simultaneously with her last word, a succession of sharp cracks tumbled in through the open window. Kismine uttered a little cry, took a penny with fumbling fingers from a box on her dresser, and ran to one of the electric lights. In an instant the entire chateau was in darkness she had blown out the fuse. "Come on!" she cried to him.
Before long the aim of the attackers became concentrated upon the points where the anti-aircraft guns were situated, and one of them was almost immediately reduced to a giant cinder to lie smouldering in a park of rose bushes. "Kismine," begged John, "you'll be glad when I tell you that this attack came on the eve of my murder.
I believe that girls ought to enjoy their youths in a wholesome way." "I do, too," said John, heartily, Kismine was cheerful again. She smiled at him, and a still-born tear dripped from the comer of one blue eye. "I like you," she whispered intimately. "Are you going to spend all your time with Percy while you're here, or will you be nice to me? Just think I'm absolutely fresh ground.
"Did you say 'Kismine'?" she asked softly, "or " She had wanted to be sure. She thought she might have misunderstood. Neither of them had ever kissed before, but in the course of an hour it seemed to make little difference. The afternoon drifted away.
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