The Wolf Cub

great, cold, dingy house near Granada; he had tasted the secluded, lonely life of Felicidad. Therefo

r has become gradually p

verty-stricken and wretched; and the poverty-stricken and wretched were always becoming sick; and the p

books of his when he became incapacitated, by age, for a physician's arduous toils, or when bitter necessity p

ming to Don Jaime's house from the University of Salamanca and the Museo Provincial of Seville to examine those books and to write historical treatises and critiques from them. And it was not unusual

sh historian and very rich; and still others he had himself discovered when doctoring ruined hidalgo families and the monks of poverty-gutted monast

he money he might receive from marketing the books he planned to invest in Argentine bonds. Three months gon

ike outside of Spain. For two weeks the London book-buyer lived in the casa with Don Jaime and Felicidad, cataloguing and pricing the books. Some of the old quaint authors he rejected as of little worth, but

l, "the English book-buyer, Senor Havelock Moore-Ingraham, went away, and with him,

by the Paris house to whom my father had written. My father told him

any to bag the hares while he played the laggard. And he begged very earnestly for permission to look through the books, which had not bee

y poring over the yellowed tomes, he wandered through the house, seeking sight of Felicidad. When she had her daily "hour of balco

pathetic! It was very lonely in the great house with just my father and the old whining P

ar of him and all a-tremble, besides, lest my father discover us. And at dinner time and all through the evenings, there he would be again,

beats me even yet, you know. Old Pedro had told him that I had a novio-that was why

iness in that empty gloomy house; and I would not suffer even one more time the indignity of a beatin

a few things together, and went out on my balcony. Jacques was waiting for me. He t

n the morning, we had fled almost as far as Jaen. Then something went wrong with the automobile and it would go no farther; whereupon, Jacques sent a labrador into Jaen, who soon came back escor

-Madrid that afternoon, whe

tten his matter-of-fact business in his overmastering love for me? He has neither paid

d to worry; I felt already a wife's interest and pride in my future husband's career; and I was much

ain, this time heartily and long. Then suddenly he stopped laughing

Paris book house; that my business is not at all that of a purchaser of

the shocked expression on her face and thereat commenced,

dozen times before. He had had many adventures. But, strangely, these adventures were all adventures in crime. He had robbed cathedrals in Fra

ever aristocracy of thieves. It was as though he were showing a noble and praiseworthy side of himself hitherto unrevealed; it was as though he had wooed a peasant girl, while disguised in a most humble attire, and now lifted his va

cidad, Jacinto Quesada hea

als of those criminal brotherhoods to which he belongs. He thought I, as another thief, might have some knowledge of t

now-what signs?" asked

Then he said, "Proceed with

at all criminal business, and not averse to filling his young wife with awe and fear of him, led up at l

een hired by a very rich and very crazy bibliophile to get feloniously, as it was beyond even the bibliomaniac's purse, a certain precious b

sure instinct, as a weakling inclined to dishonesty and crime of a sort-he had secured Don Jaime's letter

about books like a bibliophile and buyer; and very shortly, he

this last, Feli

reason did you

icidad in a pity that, perh

said, don't you know why it was I traveled all the

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purse and let Felicidad look into it. Within was a roll of bills, tightly wound and compressed so that they took up but little space. Felicidad gasped with fright and horror when she saw the color

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reach your father's house until the English book-buyer had paid over the money for the purchased books and had left with his purchases. Ma chérie, I came to Spain, not

o tell her of his criminal operations, Felicidad had drawn away fro

was to keep my father in his old

o quiet and soothe her with caressing hands, with kisses. But her lips ha

ng herself to be cajoled into running off with a creature who had no more decency than to rob the father of his all, while he stole from him also his only daughter, she had disgraced the high nam

me to her the protector of her childhood days, Jacinto Quesada. An

have found it in the search; then I would not have had to do as I have since done. That purse contains the happ

he did not think to resist her, so glad was he to turn from talk to action. Then, as

and patience, knowing that I, in my waywardness, am alone to blame. But my father shall not be robbed

yes on me again-but no lo quiera Dios! that I should suffer this obscene crime against h

cinto Quesada halted to throw back t

nd watch, my Felicidad, how